Chapter 1181

“Big brother, you’ve always worked day and night. How I wish I could show you my filial piety and serve you properly.”

Tears streamed down BaiQingsong’s face, and in his expression there remained only two words: sincerity.

One couldn’t help but think—this was a xuanhuan world. In any palace intrigue drama, once one was castrated, one at least became chief eunuch. Even a Nine-Thousand-Year Lord with absolute power could entertain the thought.

But there was no helping it: someone who could flatter and cry on cue was truly a masterful actor.

YeYu watched him like this and sighed.

He really was the perfect tool for the job.

His cultivation was decent, and the submission points he provided were generous. If it weren’t for the rule against farming points continuously, YeYu would have liked to stay here and grind all the way to the Divine Realm.

Wait—perhaps that wasn’t impossible after all!

Although BaiQingsong had failed to seize the position of Demon Lord, his current power was much greater than before.

If YeYu could make good use of him, perhaps he really could grind right here in Dongyao Prefecture until ascending to the Divine Realm!

At the thought of this, YeYu’s eyes brightened.

Just then, BaiQingsong looked conflicted and whispered, “Big brother, there’s something I...”

Before he could finish, YeYu raised his hand and pinched his mouth shut.

“Shut up. Don’t interrupt my train of thought.”

Hearing that, BaiQingsong nodded repeatedly, but tears continued to flow.

This time, it really wasn’t an act—it actually hurt too much!

YeYu’s grip was so strong that BaiQingsong thought his lips might be crushed.

But not wanting to disturb his brother’s thoughts, he didn’t dare make a sound.

After a moment, YeYu finally released him and said seriously, “I’m going to spread my teachings throughout Dongyao Prefecture. You have five days—round up as many of the strong figures in Dongyao Prefecture, no, in the entire Demon Realm, as you can find. I will personally preach to them; anyone with a spark of talent, I will take as my disciple.”

At ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ those words, BaiQingsong’s face changed. He hurried to say, “Big brother, I’m extremely talented and filial—why not pick me instead?”

“What are you babbling about?”

YeYu turned curiously to look and saw BaiQingsong’s lips swollen like two sausages, the skin nearly ready to burst. He asked in wonder, “What happened? Poisoned?”

BaiQingsong gave him a resentful look—but it flashed by in an instant. He swallowed a pill, then rubbed his lips vigorously, and only then did they return to normal.

“Big brother, recruiting disciples is a serious matter! Those mediocre outsiders aren’t worthy of hearing your words. If you really want a disciple, choose me! I have innate talent and filial piety—why trouble yourself?”

BaiQingsong earnestly tried to promote himself, hoping for closer ties with YeYu.

But he was quickly rebuffed.

YeYu chuckled softly. “You don’t understand. The more people who come to hear me, the better. No limits on region or cultivation. Go ahead and summon as many as you can.”

BaiQingsong hesitated, then answered with delight.

He rushed to the Demon Lord’s palace, his heart brimming with joy.

A beautiful succubus immediately approached, anxiously asking, “Great Demon Lord, how did it go? Has your big brother agreed?”

She was WangFengxia, newly appointed Grand Custodian of Inner Affairs in Dongyao Prefecture—essentially the Demon Lord’s personal secretary.

Her anxiety stemmed from her hopes for a happy life in the years ahead.

A few months ago, BaiQingsong had returned alive from the Ascension War, rallied supporters, gathered strong followers, and reached the peak of his power.

WangFengxia believed his future would be endlessly glorious.

So she seized every opportunity to throw herself at him, dreaming of life as the strongest Demon Lord’s wife.

And at first, it had indeed been like that.

But not long ago, a crisis arose.

A Demon Emperor–level powerhouse from Qintian Prefecture emerged from seclusion and came to Dongyao Prefecture in person, demanding details of BaiQingsong’s role in the Ascension War.

He suspected BaiQingsong had something to do with the campaign’s failure.

Why had every other Demon Lord perished, yet you, a mediocre one, survived?

Did you truly break through the enemy lines? Do you have the right?

Enraged by the accusation, BaiQingsong signaled his underlings to eliminate the challenger.

But the rushing disciples were all slain by the Demon Emperor–level expert on the spot.

Seeing this, BaiQingsong quickly calmed himself and earnestly explained that he was innocent, that the war’s failure had nothing to do with him. “If you don’t believe me, you can go to the Celestial Realm to check.”

“As for why I survived with only average strength? It’s simple—I have a big brother.”

“My big brother is invincible across the world. If you dare, go back and wait—I'll call him over to deal with you!”

BaiQingsong might not have much true power, but in wit and quick thinking, he could bring the dead back to life.

Faced with this provocation, the Demon Emperor–level expert declared he would personally go to the Celestial Realm to investigate the Ascension War. “As for your big brother, bring him too. In a month’s time, I’ll kill you both!”

It was this threat that left BaiQingsong unable to attend to affairs in other prefectures, letting them begin their own selection of Demon Lords.

After the Demon Emperor–level expert departed, BaiQingsong immediately sent Grand Custodian JiaoTian’ao to the Celestial Realm to seek YeYu’s aid.

Sometimes, he reflected, it truly was fate.

Last time JiaoTian’ao went to the Underworld; this time, to the Celestial Realm.

He really couldn’t do without his big brother!

BaiQingsong felt deeply moved and even planned to name this event “Big Brother to the Rescue 2.”

He thought it would go as smoothly as last time: once YeYu arrived, everything would be settled.

But unexpectedly, JiaoTian’ao soon reported that YeYu couldn’t be found in the Celestial Realm, and the communication stone was unreachable.

That news was deadly for BaiQingsong.

Without his brother’s protection, he might really be doomed!

He immediately ordered JiaoTian’ao: “If you can’t find Big Brother, you die in the Celestial Realm—don’t come back.”

As time ticked by, BaiQingsong grew more anxious.

WangFengxia, lying beside him, naturally sensed his worry.

She hurriedly asked, “How are you holding up?”

This was every man’s ultimate test: a man cannot admit defeat; a woman cannot refuse him.