The Ming Dynasty's henchmen, working from nine to five

Chapter 72 The Prince's Palace Support Group

So you really can't see it...?

Upon hearing this, the fortune teller's eyes, which held a deep, clear well, rippled almost imperceptibly.

She calmly said, "The Demon Eye of Illusion comes from the Hundred Thousand Mountains. It is a secret technique of the demon race, and only the most powerful demons with the purest bloodline are qualified to cultivate it."

Shen Lang said, "Tell me something I don't know."

The fortune teller said, "The demon race values ​​bloodline inheritance the most. If they find out that you have cultivated the Demon Eye while in human form, they will definitely hunt you down and never let you die."

"Do not approach the Demon Realm until you are strong enough, or you will be imprisoned forever."

Hundred Thousand Mountains, Demon Realm.

Shen Lang nodded slightly. He would go back and check where the boundaries of this place were, so he could avoid it in the future.

"What about the uninhabited airspace?"

The fortune teller said, "It comes from the Land of Return to Nothingness."

"What place is that?"

Shen Lang looked at her with interest. The demon race and the Ten Thousand Mountains were not exactly secrets; they were occasionally mentioned in ancient books such as local chronicles.

But this "Land of Ruins" was something he had never heard of before.

The fortune teller said, "That place is a forbidden area, and also a dwelling place for a group of madmen."

"Tell me in detail," Shen Lang said, intrigued.

The fortune teller pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "The people of the Land of Return to Nothingness believe that the appearances of all things in this world are all illusions."

"Sound, color, smell... even time are just superfluous things used to cover up the truth."

"Only by stripping away these things can we touch the truth itself."

"Stripping away the appearances of all things and leaving behind their purest essence—this is the Tao they so fervently pursue."

"In their eyes, everything is heresy and should be restored to its true nature after extinction."

"Including themselves."

Shen Lang nodded slightly in agreement: "He is indeed a madman."

Once people start studying these strange philosophies, they can easily become abnormal.

According to the Fate Master's description, the Land of Return to Nothingness has already constructed a systematic concept and a self-consistent logic, and has already gone very far on this path.

It's very obvious that he's delirious.

Thinking of this, Shen Lang felt a slight headache. If he had a choice, he really wouldn't want to be associated with madmen.

Compared to the other two, the ferocious monsters in the Ten Thousand Mountains all seemed rather handsome in comparison.

"At worst, I'll just stay in Yujing City and not go out until I'm fully developed."

"With the blessing of good fortune within the imperial territory, even if they come knocking on our door, they won't get any benefit."

"Jiajing is tall, he can handle it."

At this moment, Shen Lang's turbulent thoughts were interrupted by the Fate Master.

"Someone's coming."

As soon as she finished speaking, a strange parrot with gray feathers, a red tail, and darting eyes flapped its wings and flew over.

"Boss Shen."

"What are you doing here?"

Shen Lang was startled to see Sang Biao landing steadily on his shoulder.

These past few days, he had entrusted Sangbiao to the Prince's mansion, asking the princess to help take care of it. He never expected it to appear here.

Sang Biao said, "Qin Lao Er said you were in danger, and I was worried, so I came to check on you."

Shen Lang was speechless for a moment. Er Niu was really a bit too straightforward. He had only forgotten to tell him to keep it a secret, and he had already revealed everything.

Sang Biao rolled his eyes, looked around, and then flapped his wings and shouted, "Boss Shen, where's your nemesis?"

"I'll help you take him down!"

"I'll go in with a white mouth and come out with a green mouth, and I'll stab his gallbladder!"

Shen Lang chuckled and stroked the feathers on its head: "You're not even enough for one meal for someone else, and you want to help me fight people?"

Sang Biao shook his head and shouted, "I don't care about life or death, if you're not convinced, then fight!"

"I'm never afraid, don't worry, I'll make sure you get home safely!"

The fortune teller seemed quite interested in the illusory beast. After staring at it for a while, the phantom suddenly said:

"This bird has become intelligent. If you grant me one more request, I can find it a demon cultivation technique."

"No need."

Shen Lang refused decisively. This person was secretive and evasive, and it was best not to get too involved before figuring out his background.

There's no rush to deal with the bird's death. Given its current nature, it might not be a good thing for it to transform into a demon right now.

Moreover, there is a powerful and intelligent demon in the palace, so he doesn't necessarily have to make a deal with this fortune teller.

Seeing that he refused, the fortune teller said nothing more and stood quietly with his head bowed.

Just then, a series of rustling footsteps sounded outside the villa.

The next moment, *thump*—

The gate was kicked open from the outside!

Pei Ci, with a fat orange cat on his head and a long sword in hand, strode in.

Behind him followed Qin Erniu, as well as Da Hu and a group of guards from the Prince's Palace.

"Why are you all here?"

Shen Lang looked up and was immediately stunned.

"Hearing of Brother Shen's troubles, we have come to offer our assistance!"

Pei Ci pointed his long sword diagonally, his posture upright and proud.

If you ignore the fat orange cat on his head, he does indeed have a bit of the air of a master at this moment.

The Golden Clan Patriarch, his four fat paws clasped together, solemnly declared, "You came to arrest that vile woman, why didn't you inform me?"

"You know, I've been dreaming of this day!"

Shen Lang smiled, then turned to look at Da Hu and the others, asking curiously, "What kind of outfits are you guys wearing?"

They wore helmets but no armor; instead, their bodies were covered with yellow paper talismans.

Furthermore, each of them carried a short wooden sword that was more than a foot long, which looked quite comical.

Da Hu swung the wooden sword with a whooshing sound, his expression serious. "This is a consecrated, lightning-struck wooden Dao embryo!"

"A single sword strike can ward off evil, subdue demons, slay monsters, and suppress calamities!"

Shen Lang chuckled, "You've even learned to use fancy words now. And what's with all these strange things?"

Da Hu said, "Her Highness the Princess spent a lot of money and went to Lao Jun Temple overnight to bring it back."

"Upon hearing of Lord Shen's misfortune, the Princess and the Princess were extremely anxious. They even skipped dinner to gather everyone together to discuss the matter."

"If it weren't for the concern that the noise would alert the city's garrison, Your Highness would have even sent out all your brothers."

A tall guard behind him continued, "The princess was worried about Lord Shen and originally wanted to come along, but she said that she was blessed with good fortune and that with her there, Lord Shen would be safe."

"Unfortunately, the princess didn't know martial arts. She was caught and beaten by the princess and locked in her boudoir."

Da Hu looked around warily and asked, "Sir, is that thief hiding in the shadows?"

"Brothers, form ranks!"

At his command, more than twenty guards holding wooden swords immediately sprang into action, stepping on the eight trigrams and guarding the eight gates of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui.

Although the design is comical, it actually has a certain imposing presence at first glance.

Shen Lang's eyes widened in surprise, and a gentle smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

"Gentlemen, please stop using your supernatural powers. I have already apprehended the thief."

"ah??"

"Lord Shen, so fast?!"