Si Taizhen was a strict disciplinarian. After three drum rolls, all his soldiers and generals had assembled.
"Si Bing, come forward. The rest of you, drill your formations. No slacking."
As soon as the words were spoken, Yang Jing could feel several gazes stabbing into his back like sharp swords. He gave a wry smile to himself. He had only infiltrated Si Taizhen's ranks to find a place to hide, lay low for a while, and refine his Innate Pure Yang Qi.
"The Three Yin and Three Yang Mysterious Snake Scripture may be simple, but your ability to grasp it within four days is a pleasant surprise."
Si Taizhen, seated on a large, tiger-skin-draped chair, looked Yang Jing up and down, then clapped his hands and laughed.
Before undergoing Transformation, most Demons are incredibly dull-witted. The Three Yin and Three Yang Mysterious Snake Scripture was therefore designed to be straightforward and simple, making it easy for them to begin cultivating.
