After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

People of all races and prominent figures found good spots, while those like Mo Shan'an who came alone did not have to stand aside like the disciples of other sects.

"They even have chairs?"

Mo Shan'an looked at them in confusion, wondering where the seats had come from, since there hadn't been anything there just now.

"Young benefactors, do you need it?"

"What are you doing? Wholesale?"

Mo Shan'an turned around and saw the wooden chair behind the monk, then looked at the chairs that the other people were sitting on. Ah, they were from the same batch.

Are you here to compete or to sell things?

In the blink of an eye, another group of people took away a batch of chairs, and the bundle next to someone instantly bulged.

Why be a monk? It's a waste of your talent if you don't go into business.

"Young benefactor, please don't be surprised. This humble monk also has to support his family."

"You must be working really hard."

"This humble monk is simply unfortunate. I have followed my master around begging for alms since I was a child, and now I can only do my bit."

Mo Shan'an listened to his complaints in silence, without shedding a single tear. He even wiped away his tears with his sleeve. He really wanted to know how his master had raised such a strange person.

Mo Shitian looked at the monk in front of him with great interest. A demon actually became a monk. He raised his hand and threw two black crystals to him.

"I want it."

When Mo Shan'an saw his father throw two dark, broken stones, the man stared in disbelief. He quickly smoothed things over to prevent the man from hurting his pride.

"Haha, just kidding, just kidding."

"Then this humble monk will offer the stall to you two benefactors."

He quickly put the stone away, his expression calm on the surface, but inside he was already incredibly excited. He wanted to tell his master that he had found a sucker today.

"what?"

Seeing the other person wiping the stone in their hands like it was a precious treasure, Mo Shan'an wondered, "Is this very valuable?" He ran up to them and asked, "Is this very valuable?"

Qinglian thought the little guy had changed his mind, so she quickly put him in her bosom. Looking at the two of them, she realized that this was the father the cub had mentioned hating bald heads.

"Ahem, don't worry, when you go on stage later, I'll definitely let you win. Since your father is so generous, I guarantee you'll win without a single flaw."

Mo Shan'an saw that the other person was smiling so broadly that his eyes were almost slits. He thought to himself, "You should have said so earlier. I have plenty of these black stones. You even threw them under the bed because you thought they were too dark."

He walked back to Mo Shitian's side and muttered, "He might have some mental issues."

"I'd like to know how you two met?"

The man's sharp gaze fell on the cub. Mo Shan'an nervously licked his lips. He believed that if he said the name Di Moxiao, the other party would definitely be even angrier.

"It's this one. They know each other, so I know them too."

The Dragon-Dark Sword lay quietly in the cub's hand. Unexpectedly, a huge pot was placed on its body. It wanted to refute, but it seemed that what the little guy said made sense.

"buzz"

Mo Shan'an nodded seriously. "See, it admits it."

Seeing the cub's nervous little face, the man stopped asking questions. After all, even rabbits will bite when cornered, so it's best to tease them occasionally.

"boom"

Mo Shitian grabbed Mo Shan'an with one hand and quickly dodged the person who fell from the stage. He saw that the other person had a hole in his head and was lying motionless on the ground.

"Hiss, well said, well said. Your Excellency should let the young benefactor stay away from this bloody place."

Qinglian stared at the lifeless man on the ground, unable to understand why she would let her child go up to such a dangerous place.

Di Yexuan, sitting on the high platform, rested his forehead on his hand out of boredom and glanced at the person next to him.

"I'm not trying to criticize you, but don't you demons find this kind of thing incredibly boring? What's the point of scheming against these demons?"

Xiang Wuye watched the demons fighting each other on the stage, a slight smile playing on his lips, and replied calmly.

“Of course it’s interesting. It’s easier to control someone if they have ambition. If I give them a little something, they will be loyal to me.”

Unlike the dragon race, the demon race is not united. Their clan is too complex, with hundreds of scheming individuals within a single clan.

Di Yexuan looked at this two-faced man and thought, "The snake race is indeed a cold-blooded animal." This statement is absolutely true.

"You're really generous to consolidate your power, even bringing in the fox clan."

"Ha, since I was able to bring him down, why should I fear their comeback?"

Di Yexuan felt that the two people, one big and one small, wearing fox masks in the audience looked somewhat familiar.

Mo Shan'an looked at the man on the stage who had already won—no, he should be called a snake demon; that long snake tongue was really disgusting.

"What is that red thing in his hand?"

Mo Shitian tilted his head and casually told him, "Heart."

The person ate it directly, and the people around cheered and applauded, as if it were an ordinary thing.

Qinglian disagreed with the man's blunt words. Seeing the cub frozen in fear, she quietly leaned close to his ear and said, "It's alright. When we go up, this humble monk won't treat the little benefactor so cruelly."

Mo Shan'an waved his small hand, silently gesturing to the other person, meaning "You have to lose to me, otherwise," he pointed to the stone in the other person's arms, "you'll have to give it back to me."

The little guy glared at him fiercely, not at all like someone who was scared out of their wits, and even seemed quite spirited in threatening him.

Qinglian's lips twitched. These two, father and son, were truly strange. All he could sense was the faint spiritual power emanating from the cub, but he couldn't sense anything from the man beside him.

"Don't underestimate me; I've seen far more terrifying things."

Because they wore fox masks, some demons naturally assumed they were members of the fox clan.

"Ha, even Fox Ze has been replaced as the Demon King, and your fox clan still has the nerve to come here."

The snake-man on the stage stepped down, bloodstains still on the corner of his mouth—blood from his heart. He glanced disdainfully at Mo Shan'an and the other person, thinking, "No wonder they're from the fox clan, they just love wearing flamboyant clothes."

The dead man on the ground had turned into a fox, and he kicked it a few times, looking at Mo Shan'an defiantly.

"You fox clan are nothing special."

Seeing the two people in front of him remain unmoved, he became even angrier. When his gaze met the man's deep eyes, he trembled and looked away in fear.

She turned her gaze away from Mo Shitian, glared fiercely at Mo Shan'an whom he was carrying, and sauntered away with an arrogant air.

"!!!"

"What does he mean? Is he looking down on me?"

Don't think I didn't see your little tricks. If you're so tough, glare at him. What's so great about bullying a kid?

"Don't stop me, none of you stop me, I'll beat him to death."

Mo Shitian looked down at the indignant cub in his arms, raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, and placed him on the ground, teasingly saying...

"I won't stop you."

"Forehead!!"

Mo Shan'an was suddenly put down, and his shouting gradually stopped. Then, he had a sudden inspiration and kicked the monk who was lying leisurely on the chair.

"I told you not to stop me, why won't you listen? Hurry up, stop stopping me."

The angry roar from the little boy instantly woke the person lying in the chair. Who was he stopping?

"!"