Chapter 019: Male Demons

Wang Bo answered decisively; he hadn't expected An Qingxu to be worth so much.

Even more valuable than Sloan.

It seemed that people with historical significance were indeed different.

Lady Gremory said, “It looks like you've traveled to an ancient world this time. If you have An Lushan, I can sell you ten thousand demons.”

Wang Bo said with a bitter smile, “Right now I'm the one playing An Lushan.”

Lady Gremory: …

But then she grew excited, “So you mean to start the An-Shi Rebellion? I think we can do a big business deal. I'll lend you a demon legion to help you win the rebellion, but all the souls that die in the war belong to me. Do you agree?”

Wang Bo sneered, “Do you really think I don't know how many people died in the An-Shi Rebellion?”

“Then how about this: I'll give you a demon legion, and all the souls that die in the An-Shi Rebellion belong to me.”

“You're overthinking it.” Wang Bo flatly refused Lady Gremory.

Even if it were ten demon legions, Wang Bo would not start the An-Shi Rebellion.

“Fine.” Seeing that Wang Bo was unwilling to start the rebellion, Lady Gremory didn't press him. After all, with Wang Bo in her hands, she would never lack high-quality souls in the future.

“When will you give me An Qingxu's soul?”

“In a few days,” Wang Bo said.

Lady Gremory had no objection. For a long-lived species like her, a few days were no different from a human's yawn—gone in a flash.

“Father? Father?”

An Qingxu, seeing that his father had fallen silent after his impassioned speech, thought the man was reflecting, and felt a hint of joy.

But when he saw his father's gaze growing increasingly strange, An Qingxu couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.

Something was wrong. So he quickly called out twice.

“Guards!” Wang Bo ended his communication with Lady Gremory and called out.

Two personal soldiers entered, both trusted confidants of An Lushan.

Wang Bo pointed at An Qingxu and said coldly and ruthlessly, “Hang this unfilial son up and give him thirty lashes with the military whip, not one less. Understand?”

“What?” An Qingxu was stunned.

The two soldiers looked at each other, neither understanding why the father would whip his son.

“Father, Father, what's wrong with you? How can you…”

Before An Qingxu could finish, Wang Bo grabbed an inkstone from the table and hurled it at him, knocking him to the ground with a bang.

If he hadn't held back, he could have killed An Qingxu outright.

“What are you gaping at? Carry out the order!” Wang Bo glared at the two soldiers, who shuddered and quickly dragged An Qingxu out, found the military whip, and began lashing him fiercely.

The crackling sounds, mixed with An Qingxu's screams, were quite pleasant to the ear.

This wasn't because Wang Bo was perverse, but because An Qingxu was truly a worthless piece of trash.

This bastard not only joined his father in rebellion, killing many, but in the end, he even conspired with An Lushan's trusted men, Zhuang Yan and Li Zhu'er, to murder his own father.

An Lushan died at the hands of these three.

Such a man without benevolence, righteousness, or filial piety—Wang Bo wouldn't indulge him. Originally, he hadn't wanted to bother with these scoundrels, but he hadn't expected this little bastard to dare come before him and incite him to rebel.

If not him, then who should be whipped?

If he didn't die, he'd deal with him later.

If he died, he'd just sell his soul to Lady Gremory.

Thirty lashes took half of An Qingxu's life. The screams that had echoed across half the courtyard became barely audible. At the same time, Wang Bo heard footsteps approaching.

Then came a wail.

“My son!”

He knew at once it was An Qingxu's mother, An Lushan's first wife, Lady Kang.

Wang Bo figured the woman would come to argue with him, so before she arrived, he teleported away from the mansion, planning to stay outside for a few days.

He had no mood to deal with An Lushan's wife.

This time, Wang Bo teleported directly to the Sahara Desert. He planned to receive over four hundred demons there. So he found a spot and drew a magic circle to summon hell demons using blood.

The blood was all dragon blood, from the dragon Thor.

But not genuine dragon blood—it was dragon blood Wang Bo had replicated using the Copy Mirror.

Though the mystery and magic power in the dragon blood had greatly diminished, it was still excellent, top-notch material, no worse than sub-dragon blood, and perhaps even better.

After drawing the magic circle, Wang Bo infused it with magic power and activated it.

“I'm ready,” Wang Bo contacted Lady Gremory.

Lady Gremory said, “Alright, I'll send them over now.”

A few seconds later, the magic circle before Wang Bo lit up, its brilliant light illuminating a stretch of void.

At that moment, a handsome male demon stepped out of the circle. Though the demon had two long horns on his forehead and a pair of wings on his back, it could not hide his handsome face.

Seeing Wang Bo, the male demon immediately knelt down.

It was clear he already knew Wang Bo was his master.

Wang Bo's eyes lit up at the sight of the male demon. Lady Gremory had done a great job. This demon definitely met human aesthetic standards.

Wang Bo had been a bit anxious at first, unsure if Lady Gremory understood his meaning.

Now it seemed he had worried for nothing.

She was indeed one of the hell gods, and she understood human hearts well.

The male demon was so handsome, like a protagonist stepping out of a 2D manga. Wang Bo began to look forward to what the female demons would look like—would they be as beautiful as the heroines in 2D?

But the next second, another male demon stepped out, knelt before Wang Bo, and prostrated himself.

Then something miraculous happened: one male demon after another emerged from the magic circle, kneeling respectfully as if swearing allegiance to Wang Bo.

When all the demons had arrived in the human world, Wang Bo took a close look. Oh my god, they were all male demons!

What the hell?

When Wang Bo asked Lady Gremory in bewilderment, she replied, “You said you wanted demons that meet human aesthetic standards, but you didn't say you wanted female demons.”

“Besides, in my opinion, male demons are more capable fighters. At least in my legion, most are male demons; there are very few female ones. If you want female demons, I'll send some next time.”

To that, what could Wang Bo say?