Chapter 177: The Small Island

Chapter 177: The Small Island

The five of them had mixed expressions. Yang Ying smiled and said, "You've given our superiors quite a challenge."

Wei Zheng's expression held a hint of schadenfreude. "Didn't they argue about who should make the contract with the demon before we set off?"

As long as it wasn't a slave contract, exorcists would be eager to make a pact with a demon. It was clear that this was an opportunity that might not come again for a thousand years, especially since this was a demon from the Demon Realm, not a native of the Human Realm.

Unknown dangers and unknown opportunities.

In the brief time since they'd agreed to let the demon come and study, the exorcist families and factions had been at each other's throats, arguing over how many spots each should get.

Wen Ying shrugged. "After all, we're not just merchandise to be picked and chosen. We have our own agency too."

After dinner, the five of them left the sub-basement. San Lin lingered behind, prompting Wen Ying to glance at him sidelong. "If you have something to say, then say it."

San Lin asked hesitantly, "My Lord, is all food in the Demon Realm like what we just had?"

Wen Ying blinked, his voice steady and assured with a hint of amusement. "Yes."

San Lin holds a profound respect for the demonic realm and its denizens.

After misleading a demon, Wen Ying returns to his office and calls the Devil King.

The fact that he can directly call the Devil King, even repeatedly, still feels somewhat surreal to Wen Ying himself. It's as if an ordinary college student could casually call the president anytime they wished – utterly fantastical.

Yet, the call to the Devil King goes through.

"The mission progressing well, Wen Ying? Do you have any updates to report?" The background noise from the Devil King's end is rock music.

Wen Ying responds, "Exorcists in Huaxia have agreed to allow our demons to study at their schools. Now, I need certain items from the demons who will be coming over."

The Devil King lets out a light-hearted laugh, as if seeing through Wen Ying's thoughts, his tone teasing, "Then come back, then."

"I'll return to the demonic realm after visiting the exorcist school tomorrow to retrieve their tokens," Wen Ying says. "Afterward, I'll have the exorcist I've made a pact with summon me back to the human world."

"As long as the mission is accomplished, I'm quite open-minded."

The Demon King finished his call and hung up.

It was hard to imagine such a Demon King plotting a grand conspiracy to dominate humanity on a spiritual level. Wen Ying stared at his phone, which had ended the call, and slowly exhaled.

He wasn't sure if what he was doing was right or wrong.

Helping a demon rule over humans? It sounded like something an antagonist would do. Who knew if a righteous protagonist would suddenly appear to defeat him, just like in TV dramas?

Wen Ying's mind was cluttered with random thoughts. He sat in his office for a while, lost in thought, before his focus quickly shifted back to exploiting more resources from the demons. Perhaps he should extract some blood from Belos again.

Lan Jiaying's hair had grown quite long, Muershi's feathers were regrown, and he could pluck a few more scales from Phaethon...

There were thirty demons in Class One, all of whom would be sent to the human world under the pretense of "learning" – a thinly veiled attempt at psychological invasion.

In other words, there were thirty demons he could exploit for materials. With the Demon King's mission, they wouldn't dare refuse him.

Wen Ying's previous melancholy vanished, replaced by eager anticipation.

The next day, he took a helicopter to a small island in the southern part of Huaxia country.

It was Wen Ying's first time riding in a helicopter, and he looked around with great curiosity. The magical fog that enveloped him concealed his face, preventing others from observing his expressions; they could only see the tiny black silhouette of his head turning about.

They departed in the morning and arrived at their destination by the afternoon.

The aircraft landed directly within the academy, which had a helipad prepared.

After disembarking, Wen Ying took a look around. Even a casual glance revealed that the place was well-developed.

The architectural style here exuded a sense of magic, carrying an ancient aura.

"Won't this academy have a long history?" Wen Ying asked.

Chang Ningsheng walked beside him, replying, "Yes, it has a history of over a thousand years."

Although Chang Ningsheng's tone remained calm and unperturbed as usual, there was a distinct hint of pride in his voice this time.

Outside the aircraft, there were already people waiting for them.

After taking in the scenery, Wen Ying turned to look at the dozen or so individuals standing nearby.

Some wore enchanted robes, while others donned light armor. Their attire would have seemed like cosplay in the outside world.

Seeing it firsthand was far more impactful than any image. From afar, this demon wrapped in magical fog resembled a black-stuffed figure, with its characteristic horns, tail, and wings clearly outlined.

The visual impact was astounding, but there was one issue – they didn't feel any sense of oppression from this demon.

One of the teachers, Shi Mo, stepped forward. He extended his hand from within his robe, and Wen Ying shook it.

"Welcome to our school," Shi Mo appeared no older than forty, with youthful contours. "May I ask your name?"

After so long, they still didn't know the name of this black demon.

Wen Ying replied, "Nice to meet you. You can call me Magic Mirror."

"Magic Mirror?"

Everyone associated the term with the weak Magic Mirror demons, a race notorious for being less powerful than some native demons in the Human Realm. How could this demon before them possibly be a Magic Mirror demon?

Shi Mo said, "Mr. Magic Mirror, I'm the vice-principal of this academy. Today, I'll mainly be guiding you around the school."