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    Chapter 80: The Buyer

    Wen Ying's phone rang again, still from Muershi. As Wen Ying picked up the call, before he could speak, Muershi exclaimed on the other end, "Seriously, I have another unbelievable thing to tell you, and you hung up so quickly last time."

    Wen Ying replied casually, "I don't think anything could be more astonishing than what you just told me earlier."

    "Actually, there is," Muershi chuckled. "Other than Beros, there's another devil in our class who has purchased a lot of your character cards."

    "Our class?" Wen Ying was surprised. He actually had a hidden fan in his class?! Finally, there was a devil in the Realm of Devils who liked the White Devil!

    Before Wen Ying could savor the joy for long, Muershi teasingly said, "It's Lan Jiaying."

    Wen Ying: "..."

    "I don't think there's any need to guess when it comes to Lan Jiaying. He must be buying your cards in bulk to use them as virtual punching bags. I'd say he probably uses at least ten cards a day. Don't worry, he has plenty of pocket money."

    Muershi's tone was laced with mockery, and Wen Ying could almost picture the expression on his face – that youthful, fair-skinned countenance adorned with a casual, flirtatious smile, and his purple eyes brimming with amusement at the spectacle.

    "....I had no idea my character cards were so sought after."

    Perseus and Lan Jiaying were not part of Wen Ying's plan. He never expected to reap the benefits of Lan Jiaying's little treasure trove here.

    Muershi chuckled. "For the third round, you might as well put out your own character card."

    "We're on the same wavelength," Wen Ying smiled. As the eldest prince of the Demon Realm, Lan Jiaying must have many secret stashes.

    Lan Jiaying, who was being mentioned, sneezed. He stared at the group buying situation and market price of Wu Fei's character card delivered by his subordinates. His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. Why was Wu Fei's character card selling so fast? Why were the sales so much higher than his? !

    The next day, Lai Yehua asked Lan Jiaying to come find him. Lan Jiaying entered Lai Yehua's office and asked, "Teacher, what did you need me for?"

    "It's nothing big." Lai Yehua gestured for Lan Jiaying to come closer and then lifted his hand to let Lan Jiaying's gaze fall on a card on his desk. The moment Lan Jiaying looked over, he quickly flipped the card over.

    It was quite a familiar item. He had bought a lot of them recently. Apart from the character on the card being different, Lan Jiaying had punched those cards into the air countless times. It had been a great outlet for his recent frustrations, and he felt much better. He decided that in the future, when he was troubled, he would buy some of Wen Ying's cards to vent.

    He felt like he was going to become abnormal if he kept holding it in.

    But what made Lan Jiaying very unhappy was how difficult it was to get Wen Ying's cards. He wondered what kind of group would actually like that guy Wen Ying. What kind of mindset did they have? Could it be that they shared the same purpose as him?

    "Before this, did you know that Wen Ying created a second version of your card before he sold it?"

    Lan Jiaying shook her head. "I have no idea. After the previous incident, how could I possibly collaborate with him on a card? It's also strange to me how he managed to…"

    As Lan Jiaying spoke, she suddenly realized what Lai Yehua was trying to ask. She pointed at the card covered by Lai Yehua's palm and said, "Teacher, you didn't know about this either?"

    He found it odd that Lai Yehua had agreed to grant Wen Ying authorization in the first place. The design of the magic card resembled the attire Lai Yehua wore when he danced the sacrificial dance during the Magic Birth Day.

    Lai Yehua wished that all those videos of him dancing the sacrificial dance online would vanish. There was no way he would collaborate with Wen Ying to create a magic card featuring his sacrificial robe.

    Now, it seemed that Lai Yehua was just as confused as he was.

    Lai Yehua frowned. "Did that guy's innate magic mutate?" The Magic Mirror Devil was already quite unique, but now its racial magic had become even more extraordinary.

    Lan Jiaying replied, "I don't think we can treat him as a Magic Mirror Devil. Perhaps he has the blood of a powerful devil mixed in, but it's rather special, causing him to grow up looking like a Magic Mirror Devil."

    There were precedents for such cases. In general, the offspring of devils in the Demon Realm would inherit the appearance of the stronger parent. However, exceptions were rare.

    The problem remained. Lai Yehua had yet to find a Magic Mirror Devil born in the past hundred years that matched Wen Ying's situation. He was frustrated and felt like he was being led around by the nose by that little brat, Wen Ying.

    Lan Jiaying left the room.

    From Lai Yehua's office to the classroom, one would pass by the large common office for teachers. As he walked by, he casually glanced in and noticed Wen Ying and Muershi inside. He instinctively stopped and leaned in to listen carefully.

    "Luo Feng Teacher, this time we're not just selling cards for profit. We're doing it to catch the Extremists."

    Lan Jiaying: "?" He instinctively moved closer to the wall, listening more attentively by the window.

    Seated in his office chair, Feng Luo looked up and said nonchalantly, "What does selling magic cards have to do with catching the Extremists?"

    "Of course there's a connection. The Extremists must hate Wu Fei and me, right?"

    Upon hearing Wen Ying say this, Lan Jiaying had an ominous premonition.

    "As expected, in those online group buys, Wen Ying and Wu Fei's character cards were snatched up quickly."

    "So I used my demonic subordinates to investigate the demons who purchased a large quantity of Wu Fei and Wen Ying's character cards."

    Lan Jiaying: "??!" He indeed had a deep grudge against Wen Ying and Muershi.

    "The demons who bought Wen Ying's cards are a mixed bunch, so I focused on using the information of those who bought Wu Fei's cards to track them down. Teacher Feng Luo, you know that after the mid-term exams last term, the Extremists wanted to kill both Wu Fei and Wen Ying."

    "So we took advantage of that."

    Feng Luo was genuinely surprised. These two were quite the troublemakers; he hadn't expected them to directly target the Extremists this time. The Extremists probably never imagined that Muershi and Wen Ying had been planning to sell cards with this intention.

    "Our second release was part of a strategic plan to expose the Extremists."

    Feng Luo didn't believe a word of it. They couldn't have sold the second batch of magic cards just to catch the Extremists.

    "Many of them were ordinary demons. If not for purchasing a large number of Wu Fei's cards, I wouldn't have had my subordinates investigate and discover that those demons were actually Extremists. They hid among ordinary demons, blending in as regular residents."

    "The sheer number of them we captured was astonishing."

    "This will significantly reduce the number of Extremists lurking in the capital."

    Feng Luo, rather unusually, praised the two of them. "Well done this time."

    Wen Ying glanced out the window. There were no more demons outside, but there had been earlier. He curled his lips slightly. Although Lan Jiaying's attack from afar hadn't hurt him physically, he still wanted some psychological revenge.

    His heart was growing ever narrower.

    The two demons left the large common office of the classroom. Muershi said, "You've let Lan Jiaying know. Do you want to inform Perseus too?"

    Wen Ying was in deep thought. After walking down the corridor for a while, he replied, "Not for now."

    If Perseus bought it just to use as a virtual sandbag, that would be fine. But if it was because he liked it, then the hellhound would probably be furious.

    Muershi said, "... You seem to have a pungent smell of love on you, according to the popular slang on Earth."

    "You're not well-versed in Earth's culture. That phrase doesn't apply in this situation," Wen Ying curled his lips. "Perseus even set an adulthood age for me."

    Muershi rolled his eyes. "It'll be interesting if you defeat him next year on his hundredth birthday."

    Upon hearing Muershi's words, Wen Ying fell into contemplation. Seeing his expression, Muershi smiled.

    His magic power had been growing every day lately, seemingly without limit. Although, by demonic standards, he was already a hundred years old and his strength should not increase exponentially, Wen Ying's magic power increased a little each day.

    If this continued, there was a chance he could overpower Perseus next year. The thought of Perseus' shocked, indignant, and frustrated expression suddenly filled Wen Ying with motivation.

    One must strive while young. He would ask Aruda when he returned home at night if there were any magic potions available. If he could see that look on Perseus' face, he could endure being boiled in a pot for a few days...

    Despite this thought, the memory of that sensation made Wen Ying's body ache all over. Perhaps he should ask Aruda if there was a gentler approach.

    Boros noticed that Wen Ying's demeanor had changed after he went out and came back. The way he looked at him was strange, a mix of excitement and some indescribable emotions. It was an unsettling excitement that made Boros's skin prickle with goosebumps.

    Based on his experience, when Wen Ying gave him that look, it usually spelled trouble. Boros secretly became vigilant, but Wen Ying didn't make any unusual moves. The lack of action was more dangerous in its own way. Boros was extra cautious with every word Wen Ying spoke in the following days.

    Almost all the extremist radicals in the capital who were commoners were captured, along with several small leaders. When the higher-ups of the extremist party investigated, they discovered the culprit and the reason for their exposure. They harbored deep hatred and fury towards Wen Ying and Muershi for their sinister intentions, raising Wen Ying's bounty to the highest level. Muershi was included as well, receiving an even higher bounty.

    When Muershi told Wen Ying about this, he didn't mind. The extremist party had already raised his bounty during the midterm exams. Since they virtually eradicated the extremist party in the capital this time, he could continue being arrogant.

    The matter wasn't widely publicized. It only spread among the upper echelons of the demon world. Many demons were astonished to discover that the notorious bird demon, Muershi, had actually done something constructive. Wen Ying also gained more recognition from the powerful demons in the realm.

    As a low-ranking demon, he had captured a large number of extremists twice within a short period, wiping them out twice. This feat and ability were enough to gain everyone's attention.

    Now, everyone believed that Wen Ying wasn't a low-ranking demon. He probably just inherited the appearance of a Mirror Demon, while his true identity was likely an upper-ranking one.

    While everyone was actively investigating Wen Ying's background, he finally received news from the human world.

    Lu Qingyuan struggled to evade the people monitoring him and found an opportunity to send a message to Wen Ying in the demon world.

    Exorcists in the Human Realm, when seeking to communicate with their contracted demons dwelling in the Demon Realm without summoning them, must employ a unique ritual. They inscribe mystical runes on the ground, runes that emit distinctive vibrations. These vibrations allow the exorcists to monitor whether their target has made contact with the demonic realm.

    After much contemplation, Lu Qingyuan spent a week visiting the department store, consistently using the same restroom and stall each time. Gradually, he transformed the energy within that stall into a sanctuary that insulated it from communicative vibrations.

    Today, with nerves tingling, he sat on the toilet seat and cautiously reached out to Wen Ying.

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