The Daily Lives of Two Big Shots

Cultivation plane.

Immortal-Seeking Province, the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the First Saint Demon Sect.

Amid rolling clouds and layer upon layer of mountains, a main peak rose from the earth and pierced the heavens.

Pitch-black from top to bottom, it had not formed naturally. It was the soul-bone of a primordial beast that had died in ancient times, driven into the earth by the sect master's supreme power.

And in the Main Hall atop that peak...

There stood the master of the First Saint Sect, the foremost demonic sect of the age. At the peak of the Mahayana Stage, he was one step from ascending to the Immortal Realm: the First Saint Demon Venerable!

People said he had a blue face, fangs, three heads, and six arms. In truth, he was merely a middle-aged man in an ancient robe.

At that moment, the First Saint Demon Venerable was staring blankly at a banner.

Its black cloth snapped in the wind. Any ordinary cultivator who came near the Demonic Aura swirling around it would lose their mind and become a walking corpse.

This was the treasure every member of the demonic sect possessed: a Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The one in the First Saint Demon Venerable's hand was made from thousand-year-old Dark Yin Wood, mountain-spider silk, and the skin of a saint.

"My wood is no older than theirs, my thread no better, and my banner skin can't hold a candle to theirs."

"I'm a Demon Venerable, yet the artifact in my hand isn't as good as one belonging to a counterpart in a horror world. I'd be a laughingstock if word got out!"

The more the First Saint Demon Venerable thought about it, the angrier he grew.

Just then, his trusted aide Elder Xuanming arrived on a flying sword and bowed