Old Devil

"You must remember: in the Chaos Demon Plains, there is only one rule—the weak are meat for the strong, and the victor is king."

Inside the tavern.

An old man was tirelessly lecturing a young man and woman beside him.

At a glance, they appeared to be an elder from some immortal sect who had brought his disciples here to gain experience.

Chaos had its advantages.

The Chaos Demon Plains concealed many resources monopolized by immortal sects. Even elders and disciples from major immortal sects came here in search of fortuitous opportunities.

The old man before him was likely one of those people.

Moreover, elders often took the opportunity to bring their juniors here to temper their character. After all, a sapling that had never weathered wind and rain could never grow into a towering tree.

Such people were often the favorite targets of the demonic cultivators of the Chaos Demon Sea.

Li Rui—or rather, Lu Yang—merely listened in with his divine sense and silently drank his tea.

He could sense that, within this tavern alone, no fewer than four groups were eyeing that immortal sect elder and his disciples. Those people would most likely be unable to leave the Chaos Demon Plains unscathed.

Of course.

Li Rui was no saint, so naturally he would not meddle in others' affairs. Besides, he himself was a demonic cultivator.

In the blink of an eye.

He had already spent a month in the Chaos Demon Plains.

He had gradually become familiar with the situation here.

Wealth, Companion, Technique, Land.

These were the four foundations of cultivation.

Now that he had come to Central Province, he naturally had to see whether he could find some fortuitous opportunity.

The Chaos Demon Plains were the best destination for independent cultivators like him.

It was inconvenient