Lu Chuan naturally had his own considerations for wanting to teach the demons literature again.
The purpose of these demon armies Wutian had subdued was definitely to wrestle arms with the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain, and to rule the Three Realms in the future.
When that time came, wouldn't they have to go to war with the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals?
Think about it—if he trained this batch of demon soldiers until they were fierce and well-drilled, wouldn't his own side suffer heavy casualties then?
But if Wutian wanted him to train troops, he couldn't exactly refuse, could he?
So after thinking it over and over, he decided to repeat his old trick and spread the human race's cultural knowledge among the demons, first giving them a wave of nine-year compulsory education before anything else.
Training in martial arts exhausted the flesh, muscles, and bones, while studying literature consumed the mind and spirit.
He refused to believe that after a full day of classes, this bunch of little demons would still have any energy left to train in martial arts.
"Study literature?"
Hearing Lu Chuan's decision, even the gathered great Demon Kings were somewhat dumbfounded.
Lu Chuan swept his gaze around and said in a deep voice, "Who agrees?"
The Demon Kings exchanged glances left and right, all falling silent.
They also had no idea what this matter would ultimately turn into.
It was just that if they said they disagreed, this Holy Envoy's strength was right there for all to see. Even the Macaque King, one of the Seven Great Sages, had been dealt with until he was like an ordinary monkey.
If they sang a contrary tune, they feared their own ends would not be much better.
"A little interesting."
Six-Eared Macaque had his legs arrogantly