With idle hours, all was ease; he slept until the eastern window glowed red with sunlight.
Ever since coming to Demon-Suppressing Pass, Li Ping'an felt as though he had put on a few pounds.
There was no helping it. Life was simply too good.
Every day, he did a few tasks, earned a few Spirit Stones, and played a few tunes.
He shot the breeze and boasted with Monk Changqing and Zhang Song.
Occasionally, he chatted with the other four people through the Rune Fragments.
They exchanged gossip and probed one another's true identities.
It was like playing Werewolf, and great fun.
That day, something momentous happened at Demon-Suppressing Pass.
Gu Xizhou, who had undergone Turning from Confucian to Hegemonic, was going outside Demon-Suppressing Pass.
He would fight a decisive battle against three great demons at the peak of the Eighth Rank, fulfilling an agreement made eight years ago.
Word of this had already spread far and wide eight years earlier.
Now that the appointed time had come, quite a few cultivators made a special trip to Demon-Suppressing Pass.
After all, no one wanted to miss such a spectacular battle, especially one that concerned the honor of humanity.
On the day of the decisive battle.
Li Ping'an, Old Ox, Zhang Song, and Changqing-three men and an ox-squeezed into the crowd.
There were simply too many people. Everyone desperately jostled back and forth, packed so tightly that not even water could seep through.
Anyone with a little ability used various means to leave Demon-Suppressing Pass and head for the center of the battlefield.
Some rode flying swords, some rode the wind, and some flew hundreds of feet away while chatting and laughing...
As for people like Li Ping'an, who had little ability but were unwilling to miss the excitement.
They