Zhou You looked around. This "ring-shaped space" had been constructed with the bead bracelet as its foundation, gathering the essence of the Power of Seal Script.
To prevent the Heart Demon Ring from causing trouble, he had deliberately cut off the Demon Weapon avatar and descended here as a projection of his true body.
The surrounding Demon Weapon Slaves did not know one another. Perhaps they would occasionally encounter each other in the future and deduce each other's identities, but at this moment, to Zhou You, all their identities were transparent in only one direction.
The mysterious Zhou Suanni, Great Shang's illegitimate son burdened with hatred, Consort Mei's personal maidservant, and an old ox that had been Demonized by a senior before becoming a Demon Weapon Slave...
These "people" seemed to have been chosen at random, but they were targets Zhou You had selected through the method of "wishing." For now, nothing unusual could be seen about them.
"Cut the nonsense. Even an emperor doesn't starve his soldiers. I don't mind being a slave, but you have to offer enough benefits. Otherwise, forget it."
A rough voice rang out.
The speaker was Wind-Swept Grass, a great bandit from Putuo Prefecture and a Strong Martial Fourth Heaven cultivator. He had once been a forest outlaw overlord who sat firmly atop his territory and divided the spoils, but ever since evil cultivators had risen in swarms, his days had grown worse by the day.
He had never been burdened by morality and had considered joining the evil cultivators. Unfortunately, his mortal enemy had beaten him to it, blocking his way in and leaving him as a loser in a world where the weak were meat for the strong.
Wind-Swept Grass had fled Putuo Prefecture in a sorry state. Fearing the formidable official