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    Chapter 235: Creating Flight

    Yan Liwen had just started to grumble when he suddenly heard someone in the theater announce, "In a moment, we'll be screening a preview of the first episode of a TV series invested in by the Flower-Blooming Country's Church branch. You're all welcome to stay and watch."

    The journalists had already been informed, so there wasn't too much surprise. However, the expressions of Yan Liwen and others who were invited later immediately turned somewhat unpleasant.

    Judging from the film backed by the domestic branch of the Church, it's safe to assume that their TV series would follow a similar tone. These guys are playing an open game, deliberately irritating us while boosting the demonic faction's popularity.

    It's preposterous. The Archangel Church's manipulative tactic is truly astonishing. They deliberately instigate trouble within their branches in Flower Planting Country to tarnish the overall image of demons there.

    On the giant screen, the first episode began to play promptly.

    Amidst their grumbling, everyone strained to observe the reactions of the demons around them in the dim environment.

    Wen Ying watched the screen. He knew that this TV series was going to be absurd, but he hadn't expected it to be this ridiculous. His favorite cosplayer, Xiao Le, who played Hell Orange, portrayed the role of Cerberus, starting with a scene where the beast hunted and savagely ripped apart its prey. The demons accompanying the hellhound let out tribal-like cheers of excitement.

    Unable to hold back, Wen Ying chuckled, "Pff—"

    The female lead soon appeared as a lively and sunny mermaid. Her living waters had been forcefully commandeered by an overbearing demon. Her entire clan was now forced to harvest pearls for this mighty demon, and any resistor faced death.

    Wen Ying couldn't resist laughing again at the sight of the domineering demonic noble, who turned out to be a Butterfly Wing Mermaid. The pearl-producing mollusks in the ocean, creatures with considerable power, swiftly claimed the lives of the protagonist's family members. Determined to escape and expose the great demon's brutality in the capital, the protagonist set off on her journey.

    After a grueling escape from the clutches of the Butterfly Wing Mermaids, the battered protagonist was discovered by the concealed second prince of the Demon Realm, who took her under his wing as they headed for the capital together.

    The second prince, blessed with exceptional talent, had long been the target of envy and suppression by the crown prince, born of the queen. Having successfully quelled a local rebellion, their return journey to the capital was fraught with assassination attempts by other demons.

    Wu Fei, fearful, wished to rush to Lan Jiaying immediately and swear that he had no involvement whatsoever in the creation of this television drama.

    Lan Jiaying watched the screen with icy eyes, the corners of her lips curving into a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

    Feeling a bit warm, Wen Ying noticed that the temperature around him had risen since earlier. The two fiery demons seated on either side of him, both inflamed by emotion, were causing the ambient heat to soar.

    While Wen Ying only felt the warmth, others nearby not only sensed the heat but also a chill. Their bodies burned while their spirits froze, as if being hit by a cold blast from an open freezer when facing the low-pressure aura emitted by these two powerful demons.

    Unable to endure it any longer, Lan Jiaying caught a glimpse of someone moving next to Wu Shaluo out of the corner of her eye. She narrowed her gaze slightly before rising and following them out.

    The moment the demon on Wen Ying's left side stood up, Wen Ying noticed, his hand halfway raised. By the time he pondered what was happening, Lan Jiaying had already covered several seats' distance.

    Wu Shaluo followed Lan Jiaying closely behind.

    Wen Ying pulled out her phone and swiftly sent a text to a certain demon before slipping it back into her pocket. She turned to Bellerophon and said, "Bellerophon, I'm feeling a bit warm."

    Finally, someone—no, a demon—had spoken up! Lu Qingyuan and the others were ecstatic, like fireworks lighting up their hearts.

    "Wounded demons aren't just you," Wen Ying managed to restrain her teasing tone, "Everyone knows what the Three-Headed Hellhound is like."

    Bellerophon's deep voice sent chills down their spines. "It won't exist for long."

    Upon hearing this, those who hadn't been created and hadn't heard Bellerophon's voice tried to stifle their laughter, guessing that Bellerophon might request the drama's removal right after the Overlord allowed them to drop their disguises.

    Wen Xinxin, trying hard not to tremble, spoke up, "This TV series doesn't represent the thoughts of our people but only those of the Church."

    Despite being scared, she still had the audacity to add fuel to the fire. Wen Ying glanced at her cousin, impressed by her bravery.

    Suddenly, they all heard an ear-piercing scream.

    "A demon has killed someone—"

    In the cinema hall, many people stood up one after another.

    Petrified cries and hurried footsteps echoed outside, punctuated by screams as numerous individuals fled in panic.

    "What's going on?"

    "Someone's crying for help."

    "I think I heard voices saying that a demon has killed someone?"

    Within the cinema, human eyes couldn't help but fall upon the surrounding demons.

    Beros whispered, "Lan Jiaying and Wu Shaluo just went out."

    Wen Ying nodded, not speaking. The lights in the cinema turned on, and some people left with somber expressions, including several high-ranking officials from the Calamity Department.

    Muershi approached and glanced at the two empty seats. "You didn't stop them just now?"

    "I saw that Lan Jiaying wasn't leaving alone," Wen Ying paused, considering the preparations and matters he had taken care of. "This isn't the right place to talk about it."

    Wu Fei asked from across the row of seats, "Should we go out and take a look?"

    The other demons were tempted.

    They all headed for the exit, leaving the cinema hall. Many demons and humans had also emerged, standing in the corridor to observe their surroundings and the people.

    Wen Ying caught a strong scent of vitality. He followed the source and saw a group of people in the atrium, their faces filled with panic and fear.

    "When did...?"

    All the demons had noticed.

    Not far from the cinema hall where they had been watching the movie, another hall was emitting fluctuations of magic power and the sounds of conflict.

    Lu Qingyuan's expression was tense and solemn. He hurried over to the atrium and pulled aside a terrified person, asking, "What happened?"

    "A demon killed someone!" The questioned person shouted in fear, looking even more terrified at the sight of the group of demons in front of him. He quickly squeezed to the back of the crowd, which also retreated collectively as a group of demons emerged from the cinema hall.

    "Which demon? An extremist?"

    "The director and the others didn't just leave."

    The journalists, both thrilled and fearful, rushed to the front line with their cameras, only to be stunned by the revelation of a demon's presence inside.

    There was only one demon in this theater, and that was none other than the grand prince of the Demon Realm, Lan Jiaying!

    But why would Lan Jiaying attack a human? These demons had come to the Exorcist Academy in the Human Realm to study, symbolizing friendship.

    By the stairs on the ground lay a corpse, clearly freshly deceased.

    Wen Ying pulled Boros through the crowd to the entrance of the small theater.

    Some familiar faces from the domestic academy and the Disaster Control Department were trying to persuade Lan Jiaying to undergo an investigation; if there were any issues, they would certainly get to the bottom of it.

    Lan Jiaying's voice was cold. "I've said it before, I merely followed Yang Bofeng in, and I did nothing."

    Wen Ying observed that although Lan Jiaying was angry, he still managed to keep his composure well, not revealing any unbecoming behavior. Koroy squeezed over and, after a glance, whispered, "It seems it's not time yet. In the crystal ball, his expression was terrifying."

    Director Chang Mufeng spoke with a troubled and earnest tone, "I want to believe you, but the situation at the scene needs to be investigated. If you really didn't do anything, then undergoing the investigation will only further prove your innocence."

    HailiGe entered through another door, his face devoid of its usual sunny smile, instead displaying a stern expression. "I don't think there's a need for an investigation. I just went to the security office and retrieved the surveillance footage."

    As he spoke, he turned on the laptop he was holding, which had a USB drive inserted into it. The video playback started promptly on the screen.

    Although the cinema hall was dark, Lan Jiaying, the victim, happened to be seated at the very edge, and the green emergency lighting on the stairs, though not overly bright, was sufficient for everyone to see what was happening clearly.

    In the footage, Lan Jiaying walked in from the entrance, scanned the area, then approached the victim, reaching out to grab the person by the neck and drain their life force.

    The recording ended there.

    Lan Jiaying's eyes widened, almost losing his composure as his voice rose in pitch. "Impossible!"

    Koroy said to Muershi, "It seems things are escalating quickly, and Lan Jiaying is about to reveal a menacing expression."

    Muershi replied, "This wouldn't normally provoke such a reaction from him."

    Veir chimed in, "Perhaps there's more to come."

    The journalists kept snapping pictures, further enraging Lan Jiaying. A subtle swirl of magical energy began to manifest around him, and his golden hair fluttered gently. The intense aura made the reporters tremble, causing them to drop their cameras.

    Exorcists were also feeling uneasy. The average students felt as if they were inhaling scorching heat, and their shoulders bore the weight of a massive burden.

    Yan Liwen, the Disaster Control Minister, who had an impressive title but mediocre abilities, nearly fell under Lan Jiaying's kneeling pressure. His heart trembled. Was this the power of a top-ranking demon? It was truly terrifying.

    Exorcists like Chang Mufeng felt the surrounding space compressing, restricting their movements, and even speaking required more effort than usual.

    Hai Lige spoke with unwavering determination, "We demand an explanation. Even if there is a power disparity between us, you cannot disregard the tragic death of an ordinary person."

    Standing beside him were fellow Asaph Academy students, some of whom passionately expressed their indignation in their native language. Though the words were not understood, their tone and expressions conveyed the essence of their message.

    The demons keenly sensed that those who had been closer to them now instinctively distanced themselves.

    One of the Asaph Academy teachers, Andre, declared, "Even if you are a prince from the Demon Realm, you cannot be so arrogant. You need to apologize!"

    Lan Jiaying's gaze turned icy. Today's events had utterly gone awry. The ignorance and rudeness of these humans stirred a desire within him to defy the Devil King's orders and act on his own.

    Suddenly, a journalist cried out in shock as he looked at his camera, "Something was off with his expression yesterday! I took some photos of the demons yesterday, and their expressions seemed odd. Now I realize – they were suppressing their appetite!"

    Wen Ying's mind cleared. He and Muershi had misjudged the situation. The extreme bliss fruit was prepared for this very moment.

    Amidst the commotion, more journalists spoke up.

    "I have footage of it too."

    "No wonder they tried to run away when they saw their reflections in my camera yesterday."

    "Only Lan Jiaying attacked. Will the other demons follow suit? I've heard that demons love to eat humans."

    Wu Fei turned to Lilith and Levimo in panic. "It wasn't him, right?!" Although there were surveillance cameras, he felt that Lan Jiaying, who could practically see through his nostrils, wouldn't be able to resist even the simplest urge for food.

    And Wen Ying... Wen Ying!

    Suddenly, the panicked Wu Fei regained his composure and looked at Wen Ying. Yesterday, Wen Ying had given each demon an appetite-suppressing potion, and when he asked the Nine-Tailed Fox siblings today, they still didn't feel like having dinner.

    But why hadn't Wen Ying mentioned this? None of the other demons brought it up either, not even Lan Jiaying himself. It was only later that Wu Fei noticed Lan Jiaying's cold, mocking smile.

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