The yellow-spotted fish demon hurriedly waved his hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "No, sir, you misheard me. I said my name was Huang Yuliang! Huang as in yellow, Yu as in 'thereupon,' and Liang as in excellent!"
The old sea turtle nodded, apparently understanding, and picked up his brush to dip it in ink. "Ah, I heard you right this time. Your name is Huang Jianxiang! A fine name, very imposing!"
"No, no, sir, my name is Huang Yuliang! Huang! Yu! Liang!"
After several rounds of this back-and-forth, the yellow-spotted fish demon finally managed to register his name correctly, only for things to get stuck again when it came to recording the lesser demons' cultivation.
The Green Fish Demon took a deep breath and reported as loudly and clearly as he could, "The one with the highest cultivation among us is this fellow crab cultivator. His name is Yang Chenghu, and he has eight hundred years of cultivation! Of the others, one has six hundred years, two have three hundred years, and two have two hundred and twenty years!"
The old sea turtle might truly have been getting on in years. His brush hand trembled terribly. As he recorded everyone's years of cultivation, a tremor turned eight hundred into two hundred and six hundred into four hundred. In short, he made a complete mess of it, riddled with errors and omissions.
These cultivation records directly affected their future prospects in the army. They could not afford the slightest carelessness.
So the lesser demons all started correcting the old sea turtle at once. Outside the camp, everything descended into chaos again, drawing repeated glances from the shrimp soldiers at the entrance.
Standing to one side and watching the confusion, Cui Jiuyang was growing rather impatient.
He pushed aside