The Top Demon Lord is in the Mortal World 996!

Name: The Top Demon Lord is in the Mortal World 996!
Author: Autumn Wind Is Cold

by Autumn Wind Is Cold

ongoing Xianxia Modern Cultivation Male Lead

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7Kwords3chapters

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Ch. 3 — Came for a Vacation!

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About This Novel

Lin Ye, the demon king who dominates the heavens, felt that the world was boring, so he came to a Dharma-ending world with exhausted spiritual energy. Became a senior review editor of "Xingchen Chinese Network" with a monthly salary of 8,000. Workstation cubicles, low-quality coffee, endless reviews of vulgar cool articles, and being chased by editor-in-chief Wang Meilan every day and scolded that "the coolness is not dense enough." Lin Ye thought expressionlessly: The laws of heaven in this world have collapsed, and mortals have short lifespans, but they are keen on imagining flying into the sky, escaping from the earth, and becoming kings in the virtual world. Boring. Until he discovered that the young female CEO who landed in the air had a sapphire bell in her Dantian - it was the leftover material that he had refined three thousand years ago and thrown to an orphan girl on the roadside. "Qing Ming Yu is cold in nature. Do you feel a cold pain in your lower abdomen every new moon?" Female CEO Shen Qinglan dropped the pen in her hand, and the ice on her face shattered: "You... How do you know?" What shocked her even more was that the "Qingxin Bell", the sect's treasure that had been passed down for thousands of years, slowly dropped three inches towards the plaid shirt editor-- The magic weapon worships its old owner. "Three thousand years ago," Lin Ye said calmly, "I was passing by a river and picked up a little girl who was about to starve to death." "She had a cut on her forehead and blood was flowing all over her face. She called me 'immortal chief'." "Then I forgot about her. Unexpectedly, she took my random charity and donated it to a sect." The office was deathly silent. Shen Qinglan stared at the man in front of him with a monthly salary of eight thousand, with only one thought in his mind: The "Demon from Outer Heaven" whom my sect has worshiped for three thousand years... In my company, I review online articles and earn a monthly salary of 8,000.