Fellow Demons, My Strength Depends on You

"Old man, this talisman brush is acting weird. I'm a genius, but my talent's gone!"

"You little rascal, what kind of genius are you? Back in my day, I was a once-in-a-century prodigy. You're barely a genius who comes along once every ten years."

"Senior Brother, Sect Leader, I'm really not a fifth-grade talisman master! My rascal disciple is behind this. He's the fifth-grade talisman master. I can't do a thing!"

That day, the Talisman Peak of Qingfeng Sect overflowed with spiritual energy, making every disciple in the sect green with envy.

"Senior Brother, Sect Leader, the Talisman Hall is too expensive to maintain."

The shoddy second-grade talismans have already drained the sect's entire savings. The disciples have robbed more than fifty minor sects, and Zhang Feng has squandered tens of billions of spirit stones. What a spendthrift!

That day, Zhang Feng was offered up by Qingfeng Sect to the sect above them as their holy son. Every disciple in the sect wept bitterly.

"He's finally gone. I hope the upper sect can withstand his spending. Just don't let him come back."

Zhang Feng actually found a shortcut to cultivation in the bloodlines of the demon race.

He began a frenzied journey of sworn brotherhood. "Brother Demon, why don't we become sworn brothers?"

"Our Great Demon Alliance can make you the three-thousand-eight-hundredth deputy alliance leader."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.