Recap: The God of Rice, acting as commander, had mistaken the banner for a clothesline, causing the Spirit Rice to do tap dances on top of the flagpole—a truly legendary sight.
Li Rufeng led his massive army in hot pursuit of the Sand Silkworm Cult, never expecting to track them all the way to their home base. A bizarre battle was about to unfold.
Leading a murderous army, Li Rufeng kicked open the main gates of the Sand Silkworm Cult's headquarters, only to find that the anticipated flash of swords, glint of blades, and towering demonic aura were completely absent!
The sight before them left every soldier, poised with weapons drawn and ready for action, collectively petrified.
The cavernous bone-white hall completely lacked the gloomy, terrifying atmosphere expected of an evil cult's lair.
Instead, the walls were covered with paintings of women in various seductive and enchanting poses! Beneath the portraits, a group of bizarre, supposedly fierce demonic cultivators sat around in a circle, each with a gloomy expression, beating their chests and stamping their feet, looking precisely like a convention of aggrieved husbands airing their grievances outside a mortal village.
"Waaaaah!" wailed a demonic cultivator with a crocodile head, bubbles of snot blowing from his nose. "I—I just hid half a bag of Spirit Rice to satisfy a craving! But my old lady found out and made me kneel under the scorching sun for three whole days and nights with a foot-washing basin on my head! My scal…
Chapter 547