Founder Of Demonic Cultivation

Book 2: Chapter 6

Ever since that day they learned that Wangji met a misfortune, they didn't bother him for a while. Giving him space and time to take away his mind from all the confusion he was having.

Jin Ling and Feng Zi were in their english class and both were obviously trying to stay awake.

"Alright, class! Our school's annual festival is just in two weeks" their teacher announced "And you all know what that means"

"Alright! We get to dress up again!" one of their classmate shouted in excitement.

"A festival?" Jin Ling turned to Feng Zi.

"Zoom High holds a festival every year to celebrate it's founding" Feng Zi explained "Students and faculty members are required to wear costumes and join some recreational activities"

"Oh. So what are you going to wear?" Jin Ling asked.

Feng Zi just shrugged. He still doesn't have any idea what to wear since it was Yang and Zizhen who always come up with the idea.

"Better ask Yang-ge"

. . .

The festival was their topic when they got home that night.

"We usually go as some super heroes before" Wen Ning told them "But this time, I think A-Yang has a good idea for our costume"

"What do you have in mind, A-Yang?" Huaisang asked while fanning himself despite having a very well air-conditioned house.

"This is a once a year event and I want us to do something we haven't done for quite a long time now" Yang explained.

"Kill people?" Xue Yang sounded so excited with his guess.

"Xue Chengmei!" Xingchen was quick to apprehend his barbaric boy.

"I was just kidding" Xue Yang stroke Xingchen's arm to calm him down.

"We're not going to kill anyone, jiaofu!" Yang also scolded his godfather. He, Feng Zi and Zizhen went to their rooms for a bit.

Everyone waited patiently in the leisure room. And when the three came back, they were in such great awe to see what they're wearing.

"A-Yang!" Jingyi was so delighted to see him. He felt like he haven't seen Yang in such a long time that he actually hugged him in front of everyone.

Feng Zi, Zizhen and Yang were all wearing their ancient clothes. The ones that they were wearing before. They even had wigs on that looks exactly like their past hairstyle. And to top it all, they completed their costume with their swords in hand.

But then, Jingyi frowned when he saw Wuqing in Yang's hand. Noticing his boy's expression, Yang tucked Wuqing behind him and took out Nanwang.

"Alright, I'll be a righteous cultivator instead" Yang ruffled Jingyi's hair.

"We can also bring Song-xiong with us" Wen Ning said "It's a festival so outsiders are allowed as long as he has an invitation from anyone in Zoom"

"I . . I . . want . . to . . go" Song Lan was surely happy.

"Of course, my love" Xuanyu touched his face "It won't be fun without you"

. . .

And so, they all decided to attend the festival as themselves. Their real looks. For the first time for a long time, they can go back to how they truly are.

Wearing their own sect clothes with swords and flutes in hand, the entourage walked like supermodels in the hallways to the wide open field of Zoom High.