But on second thought, something seemed off.
If they really thought he was a demon, why bother holding a Demon-Slaying Assembly?
Why not just put him on the entire sect's wanted list and be done with it?
His mind raced, and he figured it out in an instant.
Those old bastards on Cinnabar Glow Peak must have failed to find the culprit and felt they'd lost face, so they had simply picked an enemy to take the blame.
They had clamped that black pot of blame firmly over someone else's head, giving themselves an excuse to attack under the banner of an alliance!
At that thought, his face twitched sharply.
Those old bastards were playing a damn dirty game!
Had his last heist merely sewn a wedding dress for someone else to wear, or had he helped those old bastards balance their books?
Still...
This so-called Demon-Slaying Assembly seemed... like another chance to pull a job!
If he found a place to plant his flag and crown himself king of the mountain, he'd have to wait for the fat sheep to come knocking one by one.
But if he went straight into someone else's territory, wouldn't the whole mountain be full of fat sheep waiting for slaughter?
The thought set his heart ablaze.
Damn it, even without those mission points, I'd have to wade into these muddy waters just for the sake of those sanctimonious hypocrites!
"All right!" Chun Xiaobai gripped the Conscription Order and declared, "I'll take this Demon-Slaying Assembly job, as your Great King!"
"Your Great King?"
The surrounding disciples froze in surprise.
"Ahem!" Fang Yuan hurried to smooth things over. "Ah... that's Senior Brother Chun's nickname. Just a nickname!"
"Oh... I see!" The disciples nodded in understanding.
For a moment, they'd thought some bandit had slipped into