Chapter 296

Chapter 296: What Are Your Talents?

You You turned back to look at the demons ahead and found their line had moved forward quickly. Soon it was their trio’s turn. She glanced up and realized something odd.

Unlike other lines where demons got checked before entering the city, their line had a table. A demon in guard-like attire sat there, scribbling notes.

"What’s your talent?" the registrar barked before they could react. "State your skill type, name, duration, and instruments used."

"……" The three froze. What was this about?

"Cat got your tongues?" The registrar scowled at their silence. "Today’s the city lord’s grand celebration! Not every lowlife gets into the mansion. No skills to please the lord? Scram! You think his gifts come free?"

You You’s heart sank—they’d picked the wrong line. No wonder this queue was shortest. Yuan Papa reacted first, eyeing the demons ahead.

He materialized a jade-green flute with a flourish. "I play the flute," he announced smoothly. "Prepared a celebratory tune for the lord." He played a quick snippet.

The registrar’s face softened. Scribbling "flute" in his ledger, he waved Yuan Qi through before turning to Feng Rong. "You?"

Feng Rong summoned a guqin. "Strings." He plucked a chord.

"Pass." The registrar noted "guqin" and glared at You You. "And you?"

"Uh…" She hesitated. "Whistling? I’m great at whistling."

Registrar: "……"

Feng Rong: "……"

Yuan Qi: "……"

The silence turned awkward.

You You got through anyway—not because her whistle sent demons scrambling for latrines, but because Yuan Qi claimed she was Feng Rong’s instrument carrier. The registrar rolled his eyes but let her pass.

You You: "……" Since when isn’t whistling art?

Two guards escorted their group through winding streets to the city’s central compound. They reached a crowded courtyard buzzing with demons clutching props—mostly musical instruments.

Through discreet inquiries, they learned the city lord had recently ascended ranks. The three-day feast climaxed with him gifting overflow Demonic Spirits—fragments of a Celestial Demon’s cultivation insights. Every low-tier demon craved this boon.

Their "talented" group had backstage access. You You nearly facepalmed—wrong line landed them in the lion’s den. But silver linings appeared: upon entering, her Yin volumes tingled. One might be hidden here!

They agreed to stay. Three days sufficed for searching.

Two hours later, a steward demon counted heads and organized performances. Yuan Qi and Feng Rong planned flute-guqin duets. You You became designated guqin-hauler.

Their courtyard sweep found nothing—Yin volumes’ signals waxed and waned. Moving toward the main hall, Demonic Energy thickened, carrying oppressive weight. Other demons cowered, but our trio stayed calm.

"You You, retract your divine sense," Yuan Qi’s voice warned mentally as they neared ornate screens. "Three Celestial Demons ahead—True God equivalents. Tread carefully."

She obeyed. Performance groups entered through side halls, avoiding main doors. The energy’s pressure made weaker demons tremble. When stewards ejected the shaky ones, our trio jumped queue positions.

Showtime approached.