The Retirement Routine of the Demon Cult Leader.

It was September, with continuous autumn rains washing away the scorching heat of summer. "Ah, the wind has died down by half, and the rain has ruined everything!" In front of the Drunken Immortal Tower, south of Jinling City, Wang Ye leaned against the door frame, gazing at the desolate streets. Helplessly, he said, "Today's business is going downhill again!" He had a handsome appearance, dressed in a green robe, with a sturdy and powerful physique. At first glance, he resembled an extraordinary scholar. Turning his head to look at his sleeping assistant beside him, he tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of helplessness. "Ah Ji, this lazy guy. All he does is sleep and eat. If it weren't for his agility, I would have fired him!" "Ah, business is tough!" "But no matter how tough the business is, it's still better than facing blades and shadows, and the intrigues..." As he spoke, Wang Ye glanced at the calluses on his tiger's mouth and shook his head gently. Wang Ye was not a native of this world. Ten years ago, he had traveled to this martial arts world. Just like in the novels, Wang Ye had encountered wonders, practiced divine skills, and within a mere ten years, he became invincible, renowned as the fearsome Demon Lord who shook the world of martial arts. Perhaps it was due to his invincibility that he felt lonely, or perhaps he grew tired of the scheming conflicts of the martial world. In a staged confrontation with the righteous forces, Wang Ye pretended to die, and since then, peace had prevailed throughout the martial arts world. The martial world no longer had the fearsome Demon Lord, but Jinling City gained a greedy and lascivious innkeeper. "Ah, give it two more hours, and if there are no customers, we'll just close up shop!" Recalling all of this, Wang Ye muttered to himself, "Yi Hong Court recently hired two new young ladies, with their fair hair and beautiful eyes. It's a good opportunity to have some fun while there's no one around, isn't it..." As he spoke, a lecherous expression appeared on Wang Ye's face, as if those two new young ladies were right in front of him. "Innkeeper, do you have any available rooms?!" Just as Wang Ye was lost in his fantasies, a strange voice came from behind him. Turning towards the sound, he found several figures standing at the inn's entrance. These figures wore bamboo hats that obscured their faces, and beneath their straw capes, they wore sturdy martial arts attire. They also carried long spears, knives, and swords, clearly martial wanderers. Jinling City connected the five mountain ranges and controlled three rivers, making it the largest city within a thousand miles. Countless merchants and travelers passed through, including exotic foreigners with fair hair and beautiful eyes. As an innkeeper, Wang Ye had long been accustomed to these wandering heroes. "Yes, yes, we do!" Upon hearing this, the lecherous smile on Wang Ye's face instantly turned into flattery as he spoke to the people outside the door, "Of course, we have available rooms. Please come in, everyone. It's pouring outside. Let's talk indoors!" With that, Wang Ye respectfully welcomed the group into the inn. In the past, when Wang Ye was still the Demon Lord, he wouldn't have needed to act this way. But now, for the sake of business, he had to swallow his pride. "We need three rooms for the three of us." Once inside the inn, a man handed Wang Ye a small silver ingot. "Very well!" Upon seeing the silver, Wang Ye's heart rejoiced, and he said, "Gentlemen, we also have excellent wine here. With the continuous autumn rains, why not have a pot to drive away the dampness and cold?" "That sounds good. Bring us a jar of Huadiao wine, and stir-fry two side dishes, along with two pounds of lamb." Upon hearing Wang Ye's words, one of the men spoke up. "Very well, I'll prepare it right away." At this moment, Wang Ye responded, simultaneously kicking the still sleeping Ah Ji beside him, "Sleeping, sleeping, all you know is sleeping. Take these guests to the upper rooms!" "You better be efficient. If you dare to neglect these guests, I'll dock half a month's wages from you, kid!" "Okay!" Ah Ji was kicked awake by Wang Ye and regained his senses. He drowsily responded before turning to the men and saying, "Gentlemen, please follow me!" With that, he led the men towards the upstairs rooms. "You brat!" Watching Ah Ji's appearance, Wang Ye muttered under his breath. He then took out the silver given by the man earlier and weighed it in his hand, secretly pleased, "There's about twenty taels of silver. This deal will bring in a good profit!" Saying that, Wang Ye called out to the kitchen, "Three stir-fries and two pounds of lamb!" ... After a while, the men finally came downstairs. One by one, they removed their bamboo hats and straw capes, revealing their true faces. Each of them had resolute expressions, never far from their weapons, and their eyes were filled with vigilance. After finding a place to sit, they began eating and drinking heartily, without saying a word. This made the already quiet inn even more eerie. Clearly, these men had something weighing on their minds. Seeing this scene, Wang Ye shook his head. These young ones don't even know the basics of disguise... "Innkeeper..." Just as Wang Ye silently lamented the lack of awareness among the martial artists of this generation, Ah Ji approached him and whispered, "There's something strange about these men!" "What's the matter?" Upon hearing this, Wang Ye raised an eyebrow and lazily asked. "When I took them to their rooms earlier, I noticed how vigilant they were. They were clutching something in their bosoms, and there was a scent of blood on them. These people are definitely..." At this point, Ah Ji spoke mysteriously. "Stop!" Before Ah Ji could finish his sentence, Wang Ye interrupted, "You've forgotten the rules I taught you, haven't you? Do your work honestly, don't concern yourself with the guests' affairs, and don't ask questions. If you offend the guests, I'll beat you to death, you little brat!" "But..." Upon hearing Wang Ye's words, Ah Ji wanted to say something more. However, Wang Ye didn't give him the chance. "But nothing!" At this moment, Wang Ye delivered a punch to Ah Ji's head, "Are you so idle that you want to taste the flavor of a dung cart passing by the door?" Crash! Following the man's command, eight men dressed in black instantly broke through the windows and surrounded Luo Changtian and his group. In the spacious inn, tension filled the air! "Esteemed guests!" Just as the situation became tense, an out-of-place voice came from the side, "This humble establishment earns meager profits. If you wish to fight, could you please do so outside?"