The banquet continued.
Although there had been a few minor incidents, under Emerald Lord's skilled diplomacy, the many demons still got along quite harmoniously. After all, their goals were aligned, and there were no real disagreements.
After three rounds of wine.
Once the atmosphere had reached a certain point, Emerald Lord suddenly spoke to Xia Ping. "Brother Wu, I heard that you previously sold ten tons of Crystal Fragrant Rice, earned one billion demon coins, and bought all kinds of things. Is that true?"
"That did happen. Why do you ask?"
Xia Ping nodded.
"I'm simply curious why Brother Wu bought all those useless things. Logically speaking, with Brother Wu's strength, you should have no need for such resources anymore. Of course, if it's a secret, then pretend I never asked."
Emerald Lord asked curiously.
"It's not really a secret. The main reason I bought those things was because it felt good." Xia Ping spoke boldly. "In this demon life, all one seeks is a single word: pleasure!
"Taking revenge and wiping out old grudges is pleasure; gaining rank and getting rich is pleasure; attaining the Dao and becoming a saint is pleasure too. As for why I squander money everywhere and buy all kinds of useless things, it's merely to experience what it feels like to be a prodigal. Spending a billion all at once—don't you think that feels good?!"
"This!"
The corners of the demons' mouths twitched. They were utterly speechless. They had thought Xia Ping's actions carried some deeper meaning, but it turned out to be that simple: he just wanted to squander money, just wanted the thrill of it.
Yet they did not find it all that strange.
After all, Demon Kings had all sorts of peculiar habits. Some were clearly land-based Demon Kings, yet believed