### Chapter 6: Maybe in the Next Life for Emperor Stuff
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Having an idol persona is really tough.
Lin Nan was just trying to go out and look for her lost pet, but she didn’t expect to be surrounded by a bunch of demons needing some serious emotional support after their epic battle.
You can’t just say a couple of words and expect them to disperse!
If all she did was sprinkle some basic encouragement their way, how would that reflect on her reputation as a spiritual leader?
Thank goodness she had pondered over that stone tablet she snatched from the Main Peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect for ages — she had some insights ready to share!
And lucky her, everything went smoothly.
It seemed the heavens were giving her face, applying pressure with strange phenomena.
But, of course, Lin Nan had a passive ability to counter such phenomena, and in the process, she not only dodged it but came out looking even more perfect and powerful!
Her speech was once again a spectacular hit.
With the crowd shouting, “We are willing to follow the King! Let’s build the glorious Monster Race!” the atmosphere was grand yet melancholic.
Perfect! Just like that.
Once you’ve vented all your emotions, you can leave now.
Hope you all have sweet dreams tonight.
As for this “Monster Race’s body cultivation method,” just take it with a grain of salt! I’m just spewing nonsense here.
If someone takes it seriously and gets obsessed, that’s on you, not me.
Even if you do find me, I’d just say,
“Uh, your training methods are off. Go figure it out yourself.”
But poor Shiyuan had gone off somewhere. With his bottomless stomach, what if he starved in the wilderness?
I really need to find him soon.
Wait, why aren’t you guys leaving?!
Huh? Huh?
Second Great King, what are you up to?
“The King’s teachings are like a refreshing breeze! They enlighten us, as if we are reborn!
Your subordinates believe that with the King’s glorious reputation, vast knowledge, grand charisma, and audacious fierceness, you are undoubtedly the greatest of the Monster Race, far surpassing even the Monster King from four hundred years ago!”
Wow, that’s some sweet talk right there!
But seriously, what’s your point?
Lin Nan flicked her sleeves, unleashing a gust of wind from the sky.
The people on the ground instantly closed their eyes, their clothes flapping wildly.
That was her way of saying, “I’m getting annoyed here, wrap it up and scram, would ya?”
Once the wind settled,
Cold Moon’s eyes were now filled with fervor.
“With the King’s unmatched accomplishments, destined for everlasting glory, I believe the King should don the yellow robe and ascend the throne!”
The wolf and tiger demons shouted loudly in unison, “Please let the King ascend to the throne!”
And the one thousand five hundred little demons echoed right after, “Please let the King ascend to the throne!”
Lin Nan just stood there, “…”
Do you guys have any idea that I’m a very low-key person?
Ascend to the throne? You all want to roast me over an open flame, don’t you?!
The world is already tough enough as it is.
Finally, White Feather City and Thousand Bird City are at each other’s throats, all battered and bruised, and Cold Wind City can finally enjoy some peace and quiet!
And in this ripe environment, you want to stir the pot?
Ascend to the throne?
Not happening!
I heard the last Monster King got smashed into the ground by both the human and demon clans.
If I dared to ascend, it would be like waving a big ol’ flag at them!
Just dealing with Li Ying Tian nearly put Cold Wind City on the brink of doom, and if another human-demon alliance comes in, they’d turn Cold Wind City into dust in no time!
You should go find someone else for your little fantasy; I’m not biting.
After three calls, the place fell silent.
The King neither agreed nor disagreed, and as the light in the sky faded,
the King gradually disappeared from sight.
Among the kneeling crowd, only the wolf demon quietly got up and left Cold Wind Cave.
Because just moments ago, he could feel a fragrant breeze zooming toward the walls of Thousand Bird City.
He remembered well the task the King had given him.
If he guessed right, the King was waiting for him on that wall.
The King had been gone for a while.
Yet Cold Moon still knelt there, staring into space.
Seeing the Second Great King still on the ground, no one dared to move,
until much later, at the crowd’s urging, Flower Butterfly limped over, rubbing her sore knees to get beside Cold Moon, carefully suggesting, “Second Great King, everyone’s still gathered here, and it’s getting late, maybe you should…”
Cold Moon suddenly stood up, facing everyone, and exclaimed,
“Do you all know why the King rejected our request?”
The crowd shook their heads.
They were just as confused. After all, the King’s grand achievements needed no introduction. To make sure they understood the buried truth, the King had even defied the heavens to shoulder such a burden.
They admired the King, respected the King, worshiped the King.
It seemed the only way to express their sincerity and admiration was to support the King’s ascension.
But the King, oddly enough, didn’t respond — essentially a refusal.
They found it hard to grasp the King’s thoughts.
If the King wasn’t worthy of the throne, then it seemed no one would have the guts to claim it.
Seeing the Second Great King asking so earnestly, they too wished to know the answer.
Cold Moon sighed, “We were rash.”
Everyone gasped. What did she mean?
“Looking back, the King’s punishment of those who played tricks during battles seemed too lenient at first.
But now, thinking about it, they consequently lost the chance to glimpse the way of the heavens.
Missing the truth in life — isn’t that the harshest punishment in existence?”
Everyone shuddered.
Indeed, the number of demons in the world is vast, but only the folks in Cold Wind City followed the King in catching a glimpse of the truth.
They had that opportunity too but were ousted for their mistakes.
Once missed, it’s a lifetime loss, never to be reclaimed.
“From this, I realize that while we’ve just learned the truth, we’ve merely scratched the surface.
With our current understanding, it’ll take ages to digest and put into practice what the King has said.
The King hasn’t accepted our request because she wants to see if we can truly grasp this elusive truth, and if we can break free from the innate instincts of our race.
Perhaps only when all of us can wholly eliminate the influence of our instincts, sever the roots that the heavens have planted in our bl**d,
and train according to the King’s teachings while facing each other with our true forms,
then maybe, only then will the King accept our request and become the Emperor of all Monsters.”
“Second Great King, you’re brilliant!”
The big demons exclaimed in unison.
“We were all a bit perplexed,
but now with the Second Great King’s analysis peeling back the layers, we finally understand the King’s good intentions.”
Cold Moon took a deep breath and declared, “Let’s ditch our human forms and train with our true selves, starting now!”
Suddenly, a beautiful golden carp leaped out from behind her white robes.
Struggling to support herself with her fins, it didn’t take long for her gills to start puffing furiously — Cold Moon was about to suffocate!
“Second Great King! What’s wrong with you?!” the crowd shouted.
Little Drill Wind dashed forward, scooped up the golden carp, and plunged her into a nearby fish pond.
Moments later, the carp blinked awake in Little Drill Wind’s arms, feeling delicate and dainty again.
She hadn’t been in the water for so long.
To assume human form, she had given up so much.
Just as the King had said, she had even forgotten that she used to be a carp.
No wonder she hadn’t made any progress over the years.
As the King hinted at,
it was probably the moment the Monster Race forgot their true forms that they began to fall from grace.
