Chapter 56: Snap

Chapter 56: Crack

The golden-haired demon wished Wen Ying away like a fly, diverting his attention from Muershi, another demon who annoyed him. Despite being severely injured, what was he meddling with? Lan Jiaying seized the opportunity, wrapping dragon's breath around her blade in circles. As she swung it down, the dragon's breath transformed into a dragon head lunging at Muershi. Immediately after, Lan Jiaying confronted Beros' bow.

Muershi's arm was clamped by the dragon head, and his skin instantly turned red due to the high temperature. Cracks resembling frostbite appeared on the demon's arm, making it look terrifying.

With his other hand, Muershi condensed a thunderball, continuously launching the glowing blue orb at the green dragon head, causing the flaming head to vanish. He was pushed back to within three or four meters of the stone by the previous dragon head.

The blue demons, who were fighting their own battles while keeping an eye on the situation, held their breaths. They intended to stop Muershi from destroying the stone, but to their surprise, he ignored the stone within arm's reach, showing no reluctance, and went straight for Lan Jiaying despite his severe injuries.

Did that wicked bird, Muershi, want to take advantage of the fight between Beros and Lan Jiaying to attack her? What kind of grudge did he hold? So much so that he would forsake potential points? The demons were puzzled.

In the conference room of the Devil King's castle, the high-ranking devils were also perplexed. Muershi wasn't one to let opportunities slip by. The only explanation for him not attempting to destroy the stone was that he had a greater interest.

"The kid Muershi, does he have a major conflict with my eldest son recently?" wondered the Devil King.

Yan Yujing replied, "Your Majesty, as you know, there may be no major conflicts, but minor ones should abound."

"My eyelid hasn't stopped twitching since earlier," the Devil King lifted his hand to touch his right eye. "Aruda, are you twitching too?"

Aluda spoke softly, "Your Majesty, my eyelids aren't twitching, nor am I feeling anxious."

"Indeed," the Devil King murmured. On the day when Aludra's eyelids twitched and he felt uneasy, something significant might transpire in the Realm of Devils.

Wen Ying retracted the rope from the silver rod and transformed it into a blade, resembling a short sword. Lan Jiaying was incredibly strong; when their blades clashed, the impact numbed Wen Ying's grip, nearly causing him to lose hold of his weapon.

Fighting with fists and feet is an entirely different matter from engaging in combat with bladed weapons, Wen Ying realized as he gazed upon the dizzying glint of those razor-sharp edges, fear creeping into his heart. His own proficiency with a blade was little more than that of a child's play, a mere novice's attempt at swordplay. Witnessing Lan Jiaying deftly wield her longsword, effortlessly transitioning between fierce attacks and impenetrable defenses in a display of striking elegance, Wen Ying couldn't help but admit to feeling a pang of envy.

"Bloody hell," Beros exclaimed as he saw Lan Jiaying's blade about to strike Wen Ying's shoulder. He kicked Wen Ying away with a swift move and raised his sturdy black bow to block the descending blade that sliced through the air.

Wen Ying, having been kicked to the ground, rose with an expressionless face. He locked eyes with Muershi, who was seemingly taking the opportunity to pummel Lan Jiaying. The latter politely averted his gaze, but this only made matters worse.

Every time Perseus came to his aid, Wen Ying felt stifled, as if he were portrayed as an ungrateful person who repays a favor with enmity.

Feeling vexed, Wen Ying flew back over, wielding the silver rod in his hand and pretending to make a few strikes. Lan Jiaying, who had never taken Wen Ying seriously, almost found his mock swings amusing. "If you can't use it, don't," he said, then resumed his fierce battle with Perseus.

Perseus also chimed in, "You should switch weapons."

Muershi couldn't help but snicker. Wen Ying tightened his grip on the rod, maintaining his stoic demeanor. He pushed his bothersome strands of hair behind his ear, his silver-gray eyes swirling with negativity. Despite his less than six-foot stature, his aura suddenly intensified. "Being able to wield a sword is so impressive, huh?"

As Lan Jiaying dealt with Beros, he deliberately turned his head to mock him, his golden tresses billowing in the air, stirred by magic and the gusts of wind. His handsome face, with its rebellious and mocking expression, exuded the arrogance and vitality of a young man, stunning time itself.

"Clang!"

While Wen Ying was engaged in the chaotic battle on three sides, he attempted to cut off a few strands of Lan Jiaying's golden hair using the enchanted weapon's blade. He encountered some resistance, but still managed to sever them. Grasping those pitiful locks, he retreated to the side, secretly examining them in his hand.

The touch was that of normal hair, smooth yet seemingly more resilient. His fingers couldn't break it.

Wen Ying opened his hand, letting the golden fragments fall to the ground. Rubbing his fingers over the magical patterns on the rod, he considered his next move.

Sure enough, compared to the blade on the rod, Arudana's large scissors forged from rock steel would be more suitable for cutting Lan Jiaying's hair.

Feeling that Beros and Lan Jiaying were reaching their limits, Muershi glanced at Wen Ying, questioning why he hadn't found an opportunity yet. Wen Ying signaled patience, taking to the air once more in search of a decisive strike.

Maintaining a calm gaze, Wen Ying waited for his chance. Amidst the confusion, he swiftly replaced the silver rod in his hand with the large scissors from his spatial bracelet, dashing forward with a sharp snip!

Upon witnessing Wen Ying's action, Beros' hand trembled, almost dropping his bow as Lan Jiaying's blade nearly sliced it from his grip. Sensing a change in weight atop his head, Lan Jiaying felt a tug just moments before. Instinctively, he touched his scalp, following the trail of his hair down... only to discover that it ended at his neck.

Gone? So shocked was Lan Jiaying that he momentarily couldn't comprehend the situation at hand.

The sound of the devil king’s teacup shattering on the ground echoed like a hammer striking the hearts of the demons in the conference room, leaving them either stunned or shocked.

The devil king’s hand trembled as he began to realize a problem. Gazing at Aluda and Yan Yujing in the conference room, then at Wen Ying on the surveillance screen, he pondered what kind of devil such an individual, influenced by both the Extreme Evil Bird and Aluda, would become in the future.

One Extreme Evil Bird was already a disaster; adding Aluda's education into the mix... The devil king’s hands shook even more, fortunately, his reign was almost over.

Aluda smiled at Qinxin and said, "It seems I've won this bet." She had guessed Muershi and Wen Ying's plan.

Qinxin was still reeling from the shock of Wen Ying cutting off her precious nephew’s hair with a single snip. She felt that Lan Jiaying was going to lose his mind.

When Lan Jiaying regained his composure, he trembled with rage. He repeatedly touched the spot where his hair used to be with his left hand. His black eyes seemed to belong to a devil from the depths of hell. The surge of his demonic power was terrifying, to the point where a visible outline of his power could be seen around him. As his anger reached its peak, his gaze turned icy cold, devoid of any emotion.

"You...are...asking...for...death!" As Lan Jiaying spoke, five fiery spheres resembling the sun emerged from behind his dragon wings. Wen Ying took advantage of his casting time and placed his clone mirror in front of him, reflecting Lan Jiaying's appearance. Lan Jiaying nearly fainted from anger. The devil mirror seemed to mock him for not being able to see his current state, so it showed him in a mirror.

Not only did it show him, but it also produced a doll identical to him. This time, Lan Jiaying fully understood the extent of his disfigurement. Fuming, he could hardly utter a harsh word, but his demonic power boiled even more, causing the temperature around him to rise continuously.

Perseus sensed that this was the Extreme Evil Bird's doing. He shot an unfriendly glance at it before picking up his bow and arrow, charging it with energy before shooting the blue fireballs resembling the sun in the sky, just like Hou Yi shooting down the suns.

The Extreme Evil Bird rubbed its nose, muttering inwardly, 'Why are you looking at me? This isn't my doing. I didn't egg him on.'

Not just the sight of sharp blades made Wen Ying panic. As if he'd rehearsed it many times, he took out cards from his spatial bracelet and used them in the pre-planned sequence.

The SSR "Mind Control" with its purple magic eye increased the likelihood of Lan Jiaying's spirit being drawn into the puppet.

Transfer successful.

The SSR "Puppet Master" of the Ghoul Mask Puppet allowed him to manipulate the puppet's actions, forcing it to collide with Lan Jiaying's body, knocking her out. The blazing fireball she had been controlling, now untethered, plummeted vertically downward, crashing right onto the puppet.

Lan Jiaying, whose consciousness was within the puppet: "???" She never imagined she'd be hit by her own magic head-on.

Despite Beros destroying one, there were still four remaining blue fireballs. When they crashed down together, the scene was breathtaking. The puppets were quickly incinerated by the scorching sun, and the energy and heat released upon impact turned the ground beneath black. A storm spread outward, toppling trees, uprooting vegetation, and destroying all surveillance cameras.

The surrounding demons reacted swiftly, seeking cover and casting protective spells on themselves.

Muershi had sneaked to the stone's side amidst the chaos. While their attention was focused on Lan Jiaying's hair, he quietly gathered his strength. Unexpectedly, another burst of energy arrived even faster. Just as his lightning spell created fissures in the stone, the fiery storm energy rushed over, shattering it into several smaller pieces.

Muershi pondered: Should he count this as his destruction or Lan Jiaying's? Nonetheless, they had emerged victorious.

With a wave of his hand, Muershi shouted, "It's broken! The stone is shattered, we won!"

The demons' attention was finally drawn.

In the charred land, the remaining vegetation was aflame with blue flames. Muershi was joyfully hopping on a rock, waving his hands ecstatically. The large stone that should have been there was now shattered into several smaller pieces.

Lan Jiaying's consciousness had just returned to his body. In a moment of crisis, he used magic to defend himself, but his feet were still affected by the storm. As he leaned against a rock, struggling to stand on one leg, the sound of Muershi's cheerful voice made him so furious that his vision blackened. For a moment, he didn't know whether to go after Muershi or Wen Ying.

Finally, he made a choice. How dare that damn Magic Mirror Demon, Wen Ying, destroy his meticulously cared-for hair!

With his eye reddening from anger, Lan Jiaying, despite his injured foot, flapped his dragon wings and charged at Wen Ying, fist clenched, ready to strike his face.

Wen Ying held up the silky golden strands of hair he had just cut from Lan Jiaying's head. Lan Jiaying instinctively paused, only to be struck by the dozens of pre-prepared lightning magic cards that Wen Ying had planned for this moment. He turned black from the electric shock.

But he was indeed a tough dragon. While Phaeros had fallen, Lan Jiaying still stood, smoke rising from his body, his remaining golden hair crackling from the electricity. Wen Ying's eyes curved in amusement as he spoke politely, "Your Highness, underestimating other demons comes with a price. One must not be too arrogant as a mage."

Flames surged over Lan Jiaying, physical flames that traveled from various parts of his body towards the knife he held. The sinister-looking blade seemed to be drinking blood, its body trembling as if a dragon was roaring within. Wen Ying called out to Muershi, "Come help quickly! Stop watching the show!"

This was their plan: to divert Lan Jiaying's attention away from Wen Ying and focus it solely on Berros and Muershi. Then, Wen Ying would seize an opportunity to cut off Lan Jiaying's hair, knowing that the enraged dragon would pursue him. The surrounding demons either wouldn't dare approach due to Lan Jiaying's fury or would forget to do so in their shock. With everyone focused on Lan Jiaying, Muershi would feign a desperate attempt to assist Wen Ying by charging magic. Once the spell was formed, he would turn and strike the rock, and then he would bounce over to help Wen Ying.

However, the latter part of the plan didn't quite unfold as expected. Muershi didn't accumulate power for a grand spell. Seeing that few of the surrounding demons paid him any attention, and with Lan Jiaying's high-level magic being so visually striking, there was no need for his act. Thus, he quietly sneaked over to sabotage the rock.

Muershi swooped over, playfully wiping his face in front of Lan Jiaying, revealing an unscathed forehead. Lan Jiaying's rage boiled over, and his attacks became even more vicious, clearly aimed at delivering a fatal blow.

He was at odds with the Evil Birds and the Mirror Demon, oh god oh god oh god oh god!!

The demonic teachers in the sky didn't intervene immediately, allowing Lan Jiaying to vent his frustration. Otherwise, Lan Jiaying, who treated his hair like a girlfriend, might really be driven to the point of death...

Lan Jiaying chased after Muershi and Wen Ying, the former shouting threats while the latter two darted around, avoiding direct confrontation with Lan Jiaying. They weren't the type for a fierce battle, and the two demons skillfully drew Lan Jiaying's ire, preventing him from inflicting significant damage on them.

The only ones suffering were the poor hair and heart of the Demon Realm's First Prince.

Lan Jiaying was already panting from anger, and now he was chasing to the point of near breathlessness. He stopped to catch his breath, his dark eyes almost turning crimson with rage.

Gazing at the two idiots who had stopped ahead, Lan Jiaying couldn't help but think of his meticulously cared-for hair being ruined and his faction stone shattered. His heart ached, and his anger intensified. Veins bulged on the back of his hand as he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pierced into his flesh, drawing blood without him even noticing.

Muershi had never seen Lan Jiaying in such a frenzied state before. This guy usually pretended to be dignified and composed, maintaining his poise at all times. After a moment's thought, Muershi took out his camera and snapped a picture of the current Lan Jiaying.

"Click!"

"Muershi, aaaaah—" Lan Jiaying was livid. He pounced swiftly, discarding his enchanted weapon. His hands transformed into dragon claws, with his bone density skyrocketing. His feet also began to dragonize, boosting his speed dramatically. In an instant, he was right in front of Muershi, targeting the camera. His dragon-like vertical pupils were fixated with an intense obsession.

Absolutely cannot let this photo go public! His entire reputation would be ruined!

"Shit!" Muershi was startled and jumped back, throwing the camera away. The partially dragonized Lan Jiaying pounced on it, slapping it to the ground and stomping on it several times to ensure that it was irreparably damaged before stopping his frenzied actions.

"This guy cares about his image, but this is too much…" Muershi muttered.

Fortunately, mobile phones were prohibited in practical exercises; otherwise, he would have surely taken out his phone to snap a picture, and his device, filled with precious information, would now be crushed like that poor camera on the ground.

Wen Ying's eyelids twitched as he asked softly, "Does Lan Jiaying have any mental issues related to anger or aggression?"

"No," Muershi replied firmly, "but I know how to trigger his rage."

Wen Ying: "...Now I do too. Lan Jiaying really cares about his appearance."

Lan Jiaying suddenly looked over, and Wen Ying realized he was staring at the golden hair in his hand. Slowly, Wen Ying hid the hair behind him and forced a smile.

The heavy thud of the robust dragon feet echoed on the ground. Originally, Lan Jiaying had the appearance of a handsome and noble gentleman that transcended dimensions. Now, he was nothing but a monster. It was Wen Ying's first encounter with a half-transformed demon, and his eyelids twitched as if they were in a horror movie.

Where was the referee in the sky? Wen Ying suspected some sort of conspiracy. Looking at the monstrous Lan Jiaying, he rubbed his shoulder and stretched his arm, anticipating another visit to the school infirmary. Disliking this situation, Wen Ying's gaze darkened, and he calmly entered a combat-ready state.

"You actually made me look like this," Lan Jiaying's voice deepened and roughened after his partial transformation into a dragon. "In front of all these demons!" He seemed to be a different person now, and Wen Ying was somewhat confused by his emotions.

The surrounding demons: "…" Some of them politely averted their gazes.

Muershi grumbled, "How long has it been? Why haven't the judges up there come down to stop him yet? He's only a hundred years old and already half-transformed. Isn't he afraid of being consumed by his instincts? Fashion-conscious guys are really scary."

Wen Ying glanced sideways at Muershi, who seemed to have said that intentionally for his ears. A hundred years and ninety years—once again, he realized the difference between them.

Beros walked over, facing in Lan Jiaying's direction, and spoke to Wen Ying, who was standing behind him, "You guys went too far this time."

There was no hint of remorse in Wen Ying's tone; instead, he felt more confident with Beros on his side. "He was too arrogant, saying I'm useless. If he were to say that to you, what would you do?"

"Burn him," Beros replied without hesitation.

Wen Ying patted Beros' forearm. "That's why I just cut off his hair, not harming his body. I'm clearly kind-hearted. How did I overstep the line?" He was a civilized demon.

Beros: "…" He needed to redefine kindness, but… cutting hair did seem less harsh than hitting.

Lan Jiaying roared in anger, and several demon teachers descended from the sky. Leading them was Lai Yehua, who held a cell phone in his hand as he addressed the furious, mostly irrational Lan Jiaying, "Your Highness, the Demon King is on the phone."

Lan Jiaying's turbid, furious eyes suddenly cleared up. He sharply turned his head to look at Lai Yehua, more precisely, at the phone he was holding in his hand. The dragon scales on his body gradually retreated, and he lifted his dragon leg, stepping towards Lai Yehua one by one.

Wen Ying's eyes widened at the magical transformation. Lan Jiaying, who had just seemed to lose his mind, was now gradually returning to his original self, no longer deranged.

With his right hand, which had first regained its normal shape, Lan Jiaying reached for the phone. Lai Yehua handed it over to him.

"Father," Lan Jiaying's voice shifted from madness to composure and elegance within a second, carrying a hint of rhythmic intonation that was as pleasant as a cello.

Wen Ying: "???"

He looked at Muershi without saying anything, but he knew that Muershi could understand his unspoken question.

Muershi sighed and murmured, "In the human world, there's a term called 'mama's boy.' Have you heard of a 'daddy's boy'?"

Wen Ying drew a sharp breath, staring at Lan Jiaying, who had lost his monstrous dragon form. If not for the torn clothes that were evidence of his previous transformation, and the remaining blond hair singed by electricity, it would have seemed like he had just woken up from a dream. The standing, majestic First Prince of the Demon Realm spoke calmly and logically, reporting to the Devil King in an orderly manner.

The surrounding demons were reluctant to make a sound, not wanting to attract Lan Jiaying's attention, mainly because... what Wen Ying had done was cut Lan Jiaying's hair, something that incurred more hatred than putting Lan Jiaying in the hospital. Not only did Wen Ying cut it, but he also "permed" it. Honestly, they were struggling to hold back their laughter.

Beros, being more powerful, didn't hide his smile, but he didn't laugh out loud either. Muershi dared not, fearing a midnight visit.

Wen Ying observed Lan Jiaying engrossed in a phone call, his features softening with gentleness. Realizing the conversation would take some time, he nudged Muershi with his elbow. "Shall we discuss the 60-40 points split?"

"Sure."

With the golden lock of hair held in his left hand, Wen Ying planned to bind it later. He approached Lai Yehua, gently pinching the strand as he went.

Lai Yehua, who had been observing the surroundings and the students, was suddenly aware of Wen Ying drawing near. His casual glance caused the scars on his arm and wings to throb faintly.

In that instant, the sight of Wen Ying holding a lock of golden hair in one hand and a large pair of scissors in the other triggered a hallucination of Aruda in Lai Yehua's mind. Reacting instinctively, he took a step back.

Wen Ying: "?" The sudden retreat from Lai Yehua gave him an impression of vulnerability, like a delicate cabbage in the field. The imposing aura that seemed to stretch up to two meters and eight vanished, revealing Lai Yehua's true stature and build. It made Wen Ying feel as if their distance had abruptly shortened.

As he drew closer, Wen Ying noticed that Lai Yehua's complexion appeared paler than before, and his expression was off. His lips were tightly pressed together, draining the authority from his demeanor like a punctured balloon.

"Teacher?" Wen Ying tilted his head slightly.

Lai Yehua pulled himself together, realizing that the figure before him wasn't the terrifying Aruda but a Mirror Demon... Tch, how dare a Mirror Demon cut the beloved hair of the Devil King's son and succeed? Not only was it absurd, but it also indicated that this Mirror Demon's overall power couldn't be overlooked.

This Mirror Demon...

Lai Yehua frowned, barely recalling a few moments from the ancient family records in his mind when Aruda's dangerously amiable smile suddenly expanded, making Lai Yehua's heartbeat accelerate. The lingering memories turned into a terrifying shadow, and now he even feared seeing Wen Ying's face. Whenever the thought of the Devil Mirror crossed his mind, it was immediately followed by the image of Aruda plucking his feathers and drawing his blood.

Muershi observed Lai Yehua with a crisp voice, "Teacher Lai Yehua, you seem off. Didn't you rest well?"

With a solemn expression, Lai Yehua replied, "Is there something you want to say?" He glanced at Lan Jiaying, who was still on the phone, his gaze full of the Demon King on the other end of the line.

"I've discussed with Wen Ying that we'll split the points from the practical exercise 60-40. Could the teacher in charge of recording please combine our points and give me 60% while giving Wen Ying 40%."

Wen Ying nodded, "Thanks, teacher." This fallen angel seemed off today. Could he have been injured by the extremist faction? Feng Luo had mentioned going on a mission recently; Lai Yehua might have as well.

"I'll make sure they record it according to your agreement," Lai Yehua said, not wanting to look at Wen Ying anymore. "That's all."

Wen Ying walked back, puzzled, and subconsciously approached Berossus. Berossus looked at him, and Wen Ying met his gaze, both silent.

"Are you two having a contest to see who speaks first and loses?" Muershi taunted.

Berossus saw him and suddenly remembered something, "Did you come up with the idea of those undercover spies running around everywhere?"

Muershi nodded, lifting his hand to rest at the back of his head, "If I hadn't been imitated, I would have loved to try that trick on our esteemed Prince too."

Feeling deceived was better than having his hair chopped off by Wen Ying, Beros felt a complicated mix of emotions. He turned to Wen Ying and asked, "Did you give Aruda that scissor?"

Wen Ying shook his head. "I borrowed it. It's for gathering magic potion ingredients anyway."

Upon hearing this, both Muershi and Beros fell silent. Wen Ying looked at them with an innocent tilt of his head, seemingly puzzled.

"Hah... Haha," Muershi forced a laugh. "We have much to look forward to." There might be another Aruda in the future, and if he befriended this copy now, the replica should spare him from any trouble. The feathers he'd given Wen Ying could be considered protection fees. Looking at Lan Jiaying, who was still on the phone, Muershi couldn't help but feel sympathetic for her current plight.

Beros recalled the first time Wen Ying plucked Muershi's feathers, the second time he peeled off Phelios' scales, and the third time he cut Lan Jiaying's hair. The condition of his targets had worsened at an alarming rate. The first one was unscathed, the second became a roasted fish, and the third... Beros glanced at Lan Jiaying not far away and couldn't help but feel a bit of fear for future encounters with Wen Ying.

Wu Fei, Lilith, and Levimo had formed a team from the beginning and had yet to be eliminated, accumulating only a few points. Everyone in the Lucifer Demon Academy knew about their relationship, so even if they knew about the possibility of a spy, they couldn't use it. All they could do was guard against it.

Having witnessed the entire incident, Wu Fei admired the white demon immensely. Despite being less than six feet tall, his aura seemed twice that size! That kind of demon was truly fit for his position. Wu Fei sighed at fate's arrangement. If he had Wen Ying's courage, he would have set his sights on bankrupting his boss and marched straight towards becoming a Demon King.

Lan Jiaying's dragon transformation had startled him. To a human perspective, she appeared monstrous, albeit a stylish one. However, monsters were still monsters, lacking reason.

"Lilith, what are you worried about?" She noticed the concern and distress etched on Wu Fei's face.

"I found Lan Jiaying's transformation just now quite terrifying. Being without reason can lead to madness."

"That's because he hasn't reached adulthood yet," Lilith said, raising her hand with the palm facing up. "Only after a hundred years can we freely manifest our true forms. Until then, we're more vulnerable and haven't fully inherited the power from our bloodline. We might suffer a backlash from our bloodline instincts, which is what you just witnessed."

Wu Fei let out a sigh of relief.

Levimo gazed into the distance. "Now we don't have to worry about Wen Ying having feelings for Lan Jiaying. Even if he doesn't lean towards you, he'll remain neutral. Lan Jiaying probably wishes she could kill him right now. How pitiful." Despite his lack of fondness for Lan Jiaying, Levimo couldn't help but feel sympathy for her current state – a compassion that transcended love, hate, and enmity.

"Lieboros and Muershi's choices seem to be influenced by Wen Ying's inclinations," Lilith commented, standing beside the fallen tree and placing a hand on its trunk. "You have a Flame Mountain Hot Springs Villa gifted by His Highness the Overlord. I suggest sending invitations to all your classmates for a five-day vacation there."

Levimo nodded. "It's a well-timed gesture for His Highness the Overlord to offer the Flame Mountain villa as a prize. Neutral demons will be more inclined to attend."

Listening to the fox siblings' analysis, Wu Fei felt that their reasoning was sound, but! He really had no ambition for the Overlord position. Even if he did, Lan Jiaying stood in his way. In terms of age, personality, and strength, he lagged behind her. He didn't understand why the siblings had so much faith in him.

In this demonic version of "the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuchs are," Wu Fei wasn't an assertive person, and he tended to be more laid-back. After a few discussions with Levimo and Lilith, he felt too embarrassed to refute the earnest planning of the fox siblings.

Moreover, he knew that the human teachers in the academy were targeting him due to his mixed demon heritage, simply to bother him.

His ambitions were truly modest. All he wished for was to bankrupt that boss, own a house, and live a 9-to-5, two-day-weekend life. If possible, he'd like to provide some food and clothing for his uncle's family who had raised him.

Lacking the desire to fight or struggle, Wu Fei looked at his own hands in frustration.

Lilith gave Levimo a glance, and Levimo responded, "At least you're more dignified than His Highness now."

Wu Fei: "…"

"Don't be deceived by Lan Jiaying's appearance. He has plenty of flaws. For instance, he's a momma's boy. Just look for yourself," Lilith gestured towards Lan Jiaying, who was still on the phone. "He's arrogant, loves to show off, and has terrible taste, dressing up like a nouveau riche. He's overly prideful, and when faced with setbacks, he behaves like that. He's radical in nature, and Lord Devil might not let him inherit the throne..."

Lilith's voice softened, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

"He has the potential to be swayed by radical factions. The Demon Realm needs a stable ruler right now."

Looking at the composed Lilith and Levimo, Wu Fei couldn't help but feel a seed of aspiration sprout within him. He wanted to become like them, no, a demon, an elite in society.

Finally finishing his call, Lan Jiaying handed his phone to Lai Yehua and seemed to transform into a different devil. After his earlier outburst, he appeared much calmer now, though the gloominess and murderous intent in his bloodshot eyes were still visible, barely contained and ready to overflow. An aura of killing intent surrounded him.

Fixing his gaze on Wen Ying's scissors, he pulled over a judge demon and asked, "Competitors are only allowed to bring one enchanted weapon, right? There was already a silver whip earlier, and now that giant pair of scissors..."

Wen Ying lifted the large scissors and interrupted, "This is a pure weapon, made from Rocksteel. It can cut your hair short..."

"Do not mention my hair again!" Lan Jiaying's anger, which he had just managed to suppress for the sake of his image, flared up once more, distorting his expression as his voice rose in pitch.

Wen Ying swiftly stowed the bound golden tresses into his spatial bracelet, saying, "I merely wanted to point out that this isn't an enchanted weapon."

The demonic teacher, who had been pulled over by Lan Jiaying, approached and examined the large scissors. "Indeed, it is not an enchanted weapon."

Lan Jiaying hadn't expected the scissors that cut his hair to be anything but the most basic enchanted tool. His precious, flawless hair... Veins bulged on his forehead, revealing his immense effort to restrain himself, though his expression seemed ready to pounce and devour Wen Ying.

"J-Just you wait," Lan Jiaying growled, each word straining from his throat like it was being forced through a narrow passage. The next moment, a low, beast-like roar threatened to erupt from within him.

With that, he took out a hat from his spatial magic tool and put it on himself. Feeling that it wasn't enough, he saw the witch fairy's hood and pulled on a resplendent golden robe, nearly blinding Wen Ying with its brilliance.

The physical radiance of the golden robe, crafted in a manner akin to magic, was incredibly bright, a hue leaning towards a dazzling white gold. It was adorned with patterns as well.

Lan Jiaying enveloped himself with the magic robe, hiding his newly permed blond hair inside. Only his face was visible, so any demon who hadn't seen his perm wouldn't know that his hair had been cut short to his neck. He still appeared as the elegant and composed crown prince of the demon world.

Wen Ying hurriedly pressed the back of his hand against his lips, forcefully suppressing the corners of his mouth that threatened to curve upward uncontrollably. It was excruciating to hold back his laughter. If he were to burst out laughing, Lan Jiaying might really fight him to the death.

He guessed that Lan Jiaying would have to wear this for the duration of his hair growing back. Wen Ying chuckled inwardly, Ha, ha, ha, ha! Let him boast in class, what does it matter if he's a low-ranking demon? Even as a Mirror Demon, he's the most arrogant one around.

Wen Ying suppressed his laughter, suddenly realizing that the First Prince hadn't even reached his hundredth birthday and his smile faded slightly. His heart skipped a beat as he felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. Would Lan Jiaying run into the Devil King's arms and cry when they returned home tonight?

Lan Jiaying gave Wen Ying a deep, murderous glance with his eyes full of hatred, as if he was imprinting Wen Ying's image in the notebook of his resentment. Then, he stormed away, maintaining his composure.

He had already come to a decision. Beating the Magic Mirror Demon until it was on the verge of death wouldn't be enough to alleviate his anger. He would repay evil with evil, making this hateful Magic Mirror Demon experience the same feeling! He would wait for his chance!

After Lan Jiaying left, the noise level in the venue increased as everyone openly discussed what had just happened. This incident would be a topic of conversation within their circle for at least three months, shocking and amusing the devils.

It was a pity that they couldn't take photos; they could only keep the image of Lan Jiaying's disgraced appearance in their hearts.

Many devils looked at Wen Ying with admiration, especially those who were more ordinary among the academy demons. Now, they felt that there was no difference between Wen Ying and those powerful upper-class devils.

However, there were also those who were unhappy, particularly the demons who followed and worshiped Lan Jiaying, especially those who had already pledged their allegiance. Their gazes towards Wen Ying were hostile. If not for the current situation, they would have rushed over to give him a beating. To them, if Lan Jiaying lost face, so did they. They had allowed the rival side to witness such a spectacle.

A fairy witch glided over on her magic staff, extending her hand and looking expectantly at the scissors in Wen Ying's hand. "Wen Ying, can I touch it?"

Wen Ying generously handed the scissors over. "Of course, this large pair of scissors is made from Rocksteel and borrowed from my great-grandmother."

Koroy, who had been stroking the large scissors, froze. He lifted his head, his tone different from before. "May I ask, what did your great-grandmother use this pair of scissors for?"

"Collecting materials means those sturdy branches and such. There are plenty of hard magical plants in the Herb Garden."

Koroy silently withdrew his hand, and Muershi interjected, "Wen Ying thinks those hairs could be used as magical ingredients."

Koroy's hand trembled slightly as he tucked it back into his wide sleeves. "It seems to have quite a broad range of uses, huh." Her mind raced with possibilities, and Muershi smiled at her. Koroy's eyes remained calm; this guy was intentionally teasing her.

The cat stroked the large scissors again. "I feel sorry for His Highness." Its beloved hair had been cut with ordinary tools. It was said that Lan Jiaying always used high-grade enchanted items when trimming her hair, and she would go to a salon every time she washed it for maintenance.

Looking at Cat again, whose tail swished from right to left, Wen Ying couldn't help but ask, "Doesn't the bell on your tail ring?"

Cat stretched its bell-adorned tail forward and gently pinched the bell with one paw. "This? It's a spatial magical artifact, so it doesn't make any sound."

Staring at the sleek black tail, Wen Ying's hand hovered in mid-air. Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of deathly scrutiny. He glanced sideways and saw Boreas standing there with his arms crossed, staring at him.

Wen Ying quickly retracted his hand, even placing both hands behind his back to show his innocence.

Cat tilted its head. As a mid-ranking demon, making friends in the academy was beneficial. It had wanted to chat more with Wen Ying to build a rapport, but Boreas' oppressive gaze made the fur on its tail stand on end. It couldn't stay any longer and decided to leave first.

Muershi suddenly slipped away, leaving only Boreas and Wen Ying behind.

"Boros commented nonchalantly, "You like his tail?"

Wen Ying equivocated, "It's alright, the bell is quite pretty."

"Bell?"

"I also quite like the collar around your neck," Wen Ying spoke sincerely, "It looks great, and also that golden earring on your right ear." One plus one didn't equal two but equaled an indecent level of attraction, with sexual tension bursting through the roof, hitting all his buttons.

Boros lowered his gaze as if to look at his collar but didn't say anything more.

The demonic teachers emerged from the shadows to count the students' scorecards. Once they were done, the students could leave, with those who were more severely injured being prioritized.

Looking over there, Wen Ying realized he had quite a few wounds on him after calming down. They were now painful, causing him discomfort as he gasped softly.

After the adrenaline wore off, the pain was intense. Wen Ying's face twisted slightly in discomfort.

Boros chuckled softly. When Wen Ying lifted his eyes to see the amusement in Boros's eyes, he averted his gaze irritably.

Wu Fei suddenly walked over and said to Wen Ying, "Hey, are you free the day after tomorrow? I want to invite our classmates to go play at the Flame Mountain villa's hot springs."

Wen Ying expressed surprise, "You have a villa over there?"

Wu Fei scratched the back of his head bashfully, "Yeah, my father gave it to me."

Wen Ying felt a hint of envy. Beros added, "I also have a villa in the Blazing Mountains under my name."