Chapter 192: Live Broadcast

Chapter 192: Live Broadcast

Ye Wang was wary of the possibility that the demons' blood might be replaced or secretly taken by the exorcists. Thus, he only handed them over on the day of the contract ceremony, and not directly, but waited until just before the ceremony to personally place them on the thirty tables that the school had already prepared.

Some scheming exorcists grumbled inwardly.

Many people assumed that at eight o'clock, the exorcists would start summoning their demon contracts. To their surprise, the camera focused on a man in his fifties or sixties – the dean – who held a script and began reading.

"Oh my, the long-forgotten Monday flag-raising ceremony from years ago is suddenly attacking me."

"Laughing so hard, it's really a flag-raising ceremony. The leaders speak from above, and the students line up below."

"I got up early in the morning just to see some demons!"

"And there's one standing right behind him, with golden hair and wings."

"Laughing my head off. That demon looks like it hasn't woken up yet, just like me on a Monday morning at work."

After the dean finished his speech, which roughly introduced the Exorcist Academy, the details and rules of today's demon summoning and selective contracting event, and concluded with a promise to treat the incoming demon students well, hoping for eternal peace with the Realm of Demons,

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm dying of impatience! Why hasn't it started yet?"

The dean passed the microphone to Ye Wang, who delivered a brief, diplomatic statement about peace. Finally, he said, "I'll now take some time to answer any questions you might have."

Journalists from the Flower Planting Country dashed forward as if they were in a 100-meter sprint, striving to outpace their colleagues.

"Zombies surrounding the city, hahaha!"

"Luckily there's a platform here, and the atmosphere is rather formal. Otherwise, I think some reporters would have stuck their microphones right up that blonde demon's nose."

"What a dig!"

The journalists rushed to secure their place in the questioning order and obtain a chance to ask. They lined up beside the podium, and the exorcist who was already standing there led the first journalist forward.

This journalist, panting heavily, followed the exorcist with an undeniable air of pride and delight on his face.

"It's not easy being a journalist these days. You've got to cover fifty meters in less than eight seconds, I suppose."

When they reached the podium, the journalist had regained his composure, speaking without panting and enunciating clearly. He asked, "May I ask if the demonic realm school categorizes its students based on their academic performance, just like in the human world, or is it done randomly?"

"Woah, woah, woah! What a brilliant question!"

"Of course the media is on point. They're asking why there's a Mirror Demon among the thirty demons."

"What's wrong with the Mirror Demon? Did I miss something?"

"As an exorcist explained, Mirror Demons are notorious for their weak abilities, even inferior to those born in the human realm."

Upon hearing this question, the live-stream audience perked up their ears, some even holding their breath, not wanting to miss the blond demon's response.

Ye Wang remained unperturbed. "In the demon world, strength reigns supreme. Most of our rules are based on power, and thus, our class assignments are also determined by strength. Before assigning classes, we conducted entrance exams to assess their overall abilities and ranked them accordingly."

"The thirty demons we've sent for exchange studies are from Lucifer Demon Academy's Class One, representing the top thirty among the young generation. We hope this demonstrates our sincerity to the human audience."

Internally, the journalist was perplexed, but he managed to maintain a composed expression. Some in the audience, however, were less skilled, wearing expressions that seemed to say, "You're joking, right?"

Demons had excellent vision, but Ye Wang appeared oblivious, gracefully continuing, "On to the next question."

"Hold on, big guy, are you sure the Mirror Demon's spot is based on strength?"

"Absolutely absurd, is there a lack of talent in the Demon Realm this generation?"

"Why are you all so excited?"

"Let me put it this way, the Mirror Demon among the other twenty-nine demons is like a bicycle among a group of sports cars."

"Holy cow?! That's ridiculous, is the younger generation of demons in the Demon Realm really that lacking?"

Suddenly, a bullet screen comment scrolled by, receiving numerous likes.

"Could the strength of this Mirror Demon be related to money? The demon mentioned comprehensive evaluation."

"Power of cash or perhaps a favor from connections."

The journalist who asked the question left with a mind full of trivia, and the next reporter's question was rather mundane, asking about the general opinion of the demon population towards the Human Realm.

Ye Wang had hurriedly memorized many scripts the day before, and he had a similar answer for this question. Thus, he spoke confidently.

"I must say, I see the shadow of my middle-aged, balding superior in this young demon."

"He must have memorized his lines."

"Looks like even demons follow this trend."

A few journalists asked their questions in succession, and after Ye Wang's responses, the Q&A session concluded. The main event of the day finally began.

The previously drowsy crowd instantly snapped to attention, their eyes sparkling with excitement.

The dean instructed the teachers to organize the students into lines.

The rules were straightforward: thirty vials of demon blood, each representing a different demon, were placed on separate tables. Students would choose the demon they were interested in and queue accordingly. Upon reaching the front of the line, they would use the blood for a summoning ritual. If the demon didn't respond, the student would then join another queue until all queues had been exhausted or until all thirty demons had been attempted for a contract.

"It feels like applying for college entrance exams, choosing your first, second, and backup choices."

"I knew it! That's why this scenario seemed so familiar."

"I'm so envious of these people. I wish I could make a pact with a demon too. They all look so fascinating."

"The ones who receive a response probably walk with an extra breeze around them."

"No, you forgot one crucial detail — the contract might be ridiculed."

"I'm not an exorcist; I only go for aesthetics. You're rejecting the sole silver-haired demon out of thirty!"

"Exactly, long live the silver hair!"

The selection process was protracted. With hundreds of students lining up thirty times, it consumed a tremendous amount of time. Still, the live stream audience remained large, with few choosing to leave.

Leaving might mean missing the very moment when the demon was summoned!

In the Realm of Demons, Wen Ying was lounging at home, watching a live stream on Aruda's phone. Currently, his phone could only make calls and send text messages to the Human Realm; it was unable to access the internet, let alone live streaming platforms.

Wen Ying was mainly there to read the chat messages, which nearly had him rolling with laughter on the sofa. Aruda entered with a tray of sliced fruit, noticing Wen Ying sprawled out in amusement. He asked, "What did those humans do to make you so happy?"

Wen Ying sat up straight. "They think the Mirror Demon is weak, that it's an embarrassment to have one as a contracted companion."

Aruda maintained a calm expression, his smile gentle but exuding a subtle aura of menace. "How short-sighted those people are."

Wen Ying, fearing that Aruda might impulsively rush to the Human Realm and gift some unsuspecting souls with demonic potions, quickly clarified, "Grandmatriarch, I'm laughing now because I can't wait to see their disbelief later."

Alruda said, "You've been so busy with these matters that you've lost weight. Before we go to the Human Realm, I need to strengthen you."

"Wen Ying," replied the youth, "we'll be going there through summoning, so we can return at any time. It's not like we'll be away for an entire semester. There's no need to worry too much."

Even Wen Ying, as he was now, found Alruda's 'strengthening' a bit hard to stomach...

Suddenly, an idea occurred to him, and his expression turned sly. "Grandma Alruda, I've introduced our family's cuisine to the Human Realm. When Beros and the others go, the Demon Exorcist Academy will prepare the same dishes for them."

Alruda's face lit up with joy. "That's wonderful."

Wen Ying's smile grew twisted, and he had to cover the lower half of his face with his hand.

He had planted several sources of amusement for himself, just waiting for the right moment to uncover them.

The first one was about to come to fruition. The Mu family's faction would definitely fail to summon any demons today. He had already checked the auras on those stolen exam papers against his dear classmates, ensuring that none of the papers' owners would be able to contract a demon.

He could afford to do this much for their sake.

In addition to giving the exam papers to his demonic classmates, Wen Ying had also given Beros some of Wen Xinxin's belongings, hoping that he would bond with her.

He was concerned about leaving Wen Xinxin alone at the Exorcist Academy.

Of course, Perseus inquired about the reason. Wen Ying deceived him, claiming that Xin Xin was a friend he had met during his previous stay in the human world. Whatever Perseus imagined, he seemed to accept the explanation without hesitation.

Wen Ying couldn't help but feel that there was something odd in Perseus' gaze or tone at that moment, but since he couldn't quite put his finger on it, he let it go.

In the live broadcast, the students of the Exorcist Academy were eagerly lining up. Soon, the first demon was summoned – it was the cat demon, Wei Er.

As soon as Wei Er appeared, the live chat was flooded with messages. Wen Ying chuckled as he saw many viewers shouting about cat ears and tails, with some more explicit comments being censored into asterisks.

The allure of those cat-like ears was something he could relate to… Wait, Wen Ying suddenly realized a serious issue. No one had ever informed the humans that touching a demon's ears equaled an intimate act among demons, even if it was just playful teasing.

Promptly, Wen Ying sent a message to Ye Wang, asking him to seize an opportunity to educate humans about the significance of a demon's tail and ears.

It was Wei Er's first time in the human world, and the dazzling sunlight forced him to squint slightly. He raised his hand to shield his eyes for a moment. The scrutiny from all directions made him lower his arm, tensing his muscles as his expression turned tense and grave.

These were humans, he thought, seeing them alive for the first time. But why were their gazes so excited, as if they wanted to devour him?

Wei Er's fur on his ears bristled slightly, and his lips pressed together tightly.

Didn't Wen Ying say that humans now have a rather good attitude towards demons? Could it be that the Demon King's plan has been exposed?

"I-I'm Huang Yangsui," the boy who summoned Wei Er was even more nervous than Wei Er himself, stammering as he spoke, "I'm really happy that you responded to me."

Wei Er sized up Huang Yangsui. He was satisfied with the human's aura and thus replied.

His phone beeped, and Wei Er opened it to see a message from Wen Ying.

—Don't be nervous. Humans don't want to eat you; they just really like you, as well as your ears and tail.

Wei Er: "? ? !" Like my ears and tail? !

Staring at Wen Ying's message, Wei Er wore an astonished expression, his cheeks turning slightly red.

As the first student to summon a demon, all eyes were on Huang Yangsui. With no prior experience to draw upon, seeing such a significant change in the demon's demeanor, Huang Yangsui asked nervously, "Um, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Ying messaged again: Humans and demons have different customs. They don't know how much demons value their ears and tails, nor do they understand that touching them is akin to propositioning sex.

"Nothing," Wei Er said after reading the message, putting away his phone and restoring his usual composure. The multitude of gazes felt like needles pricking his skin, making him want to vanish on the spot.