The world has a dot of cinnabar on its forehead, the color is rich and bright, shocking...

Jianxu Mountain, North Peak.

In spring, when the grass and trees are lush and green, a demonic aura rises from the forest.

Under the massive, broken sword that pierced the entire mountain, the ground was littered with broken branches and leaves, a scene of devastation. Several demonic figures moved swiftly along the ground, seemingly searching for something.

"Damn it, where on earth did that brat go hiding?"

"A pile of rotten flesh that hadn't transformed actually caused half the demons in Unmercy City to come out in full force, yet they couldn't find any trace of him. What a disgrace to the demons!"

"What rotten meat? That's Tai Sui, a treasure nurtured by nature! One bite of it would be enough for an ordinary monster to absorb the vitality of a thousand cannibals. Otherwise, how could the city lord... Hey, I saw him!"

A demon cried out in surprise, and the black shadow close to the ground stopped, and the demonic energy dissipated.

Behind the mist, several strange faces with red eyes and wrinkled skin appeared.

On the strange face, the eyeballs were huge, but the pupils were only the size of needles. The needle tips all stabbed towards the back of the tree.

It was a brown ball of flesh about the size of an adult's fist.

The fleshy ball, devoid of mouth, nose, or limbs, lay soundlessly among the fallen leaves, like a lifeless creature. Yet, the mere sniff of its emanating scent sent several monsters salivating.

"Hehe, I want a bite first!" One of the demons laughed and stepped forward. "After all, Tai Sui has an insatiable appetite for meat. Even the city lord wouldn't be able to tell anything's wrong!"

His companions were intrigued by his words, gulping their saliva as they all rushed forward to get a piece of the action. Another demon casually glanced at the stone tablet buried beneath the tree, and his expression instantly changed.

"No, retreat quickly!" There was only a simple crescent moon pattern carved on the stone, but the monster felt as if it was facing a great enemy. It trembled all over and couldn't even speak fluently.

He trembled and said, "That, that belongs to Snow Moon Sword Master..."

Before he could finish his words, a blindfolded monk with a long veil emerged from the forest, sword in hand.

By this time, it was almost midnight.

The forest was shrouded in smoke, the peaks were dangerous and the moon was visible, the cold light reflected on the fallen leaves all over the ground, as if they were a field of residual snow, being silently stepped on by the shadowy blue boots.

The person who came had a very quiet temperament, with white hair and blue clothes, like pear blossoms and thin snow, almost disappearing in the moonlight.

The monsters who saw his appearance clearly immediately turned pale as paper and trembled like sieves.

"Damn it! What bad luck! How could I have run into Yue Fuyou?! Never mind, let's fight first--"

After a moment of silence, one demon rushed towards the other, cursing.

The blindfolded monk said nothing, only gently raised the hand holding the hilt of the sword, and the wide sleeves of the plain color moved, and the sword light flashed, and a bit of cold spiritual power instantly pierced the monster's eyes. He didn't even see how the monk attacked, only felt that the world in front of him suddenly turned upside down -

In the blink of an eye, his head and body were separated.

Their companions died on the spot, and the remaining monsters were immediately shocked and fell to their knees on the ground!

"Sword Master, please spare us! We were blind and didn't realize this was Sword Master's residence. We are sorry for offending you... I hope Sword Master will show mercy. We will live peacefully as demons in the future and never disturb Sword Master's peace again!"

The demons cried miserably, like innocent lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and they almost hugged the monk's clean boots and wailed for mercy.

The monk's snowy hair moved slightly, as if he was looking down. In the moonlight filtering through the treetops, her skin was as white as snow, her nose, framed by a white veil, was straight and beautiful, and her lips were as pale as cherry blossoms.

There is only a little cinnabar on the forehead, the color is rich and breathtaking.

The demons didn't dare to look up at his face. In their trembling eyes, they caught a glimpse of the spiritual sword in the monk's white palm turning into a point of light, like a bright star, disappearing into the night.

They felt relieved - as expected, these hypocritical monks were the easiest to fool.

...But, I'm afraid I can't take this Tai Sui away with me, and it will be difficult to report back to my superiors after returning to the city.

Just as they were having a headache, a cold wind blew.

The extremely cold and light scent of snow wafted past, and the leading monster was startled. His abdomen suddenly felt numb, and then a tearing pain came over him! He screamed miserably, and looking down, he saw a hole the size of a bowl piercing his stomach, and blood was pouring out.

When he looked up again, the monster's face was pale. In his red eyes, he saw the snow-haired monk standing in front of him with a calm expression. In his palm, which was dripping with black blood, he was holding a round magic bead, which was still emitting hot steam.

"A blood pill has formed in his stomach. He has eaten more than a thousand people."

In the cold light, the monk's long hair was blown by the cold wind, and there was no change in his cold and beautiful facial features.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, the blood pill turned into powder and dissipated between his slender knuckles.

The monster's eyes were bloodshot, and it suddenly fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The scene before him was blurry, but the scent of snow grew stronger. The monster struggled to raise his head, and a piece of blinding bandage flew onto his ugly face.

The monk lowered his eyes, his face was like an immortal, and his voice was as clear as falling snow.

He said calmly: "Forget it, you will die here."

As soon as the words fell, the sword light was as cold as snowflakes, sweeping across the forest!

…

After Fu You dealt with the monsters, he used a cleansing technique to clean the blood stains on his palms before he lifted the quiet flesh ball from behind the tree.

He squeezed it gently and it felt soft and bouncy, like a rubber ball.

Fu You was just about to withdraw his hand when the meat ball that had just been eaten by a group of monsters as a snack without any reaction suddenly stretched out small bulges from the left and right, like two small hands, and hugged Fu You's slender white fingers.

A tiny crack appeared on the surface of the meat ball, and a big, watery, black eye popped out, looking at Fu You innocently.

Fu You: ...?

And a little cute.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in his consciousness space:

[System, is this the male protagonist of this small world? ]

[Yes, host.]

Hearing this, Fu You poked the meat ball again and couldn't help but sigh: This really is a development system starting from scratch.

This time, the small world has a fantasy theme of dark revenge.

The protagonist, Wen Zhao, possesses the form of Tai Sui, or, in simple terms, the Tang Monk's wicked nature among demons. Because of this, he suffers constant torment. Fortunately, the protagonist is a spiritual being born of heaven and earth, and before transforming, he doesn't understand any emotions, which prevents him from suffering any psychological trauma from childhood.

It was not until the protagonist was adopted by his master that his wandering life ended.

——The nightmare officially began.

The master helps the male protagonist transform and teaches him spiritual power techniques. He seems considerate and thoughtful, but in fact he is just attracted by the male protagonist's physique that is rare in a thousand years, and intends to train him as a sacrifice to repair the boundary pillar.

In this world, because the boundary pillar collapsed a hundred years ago, monsters broke into the world of cultivation and the human world, killing and doing evil, causing great suffering to all living things.

If one can restore the boundary pillars, block the channels for the influx of demons, and save the three realms, one will gain great merit, and it will not be difficult to ascend to become an immortal in one fell swoop.

The master wanted to sacrifice the male protagonist to achieve his own merit.

Unfortunately, the plan was discovered halfway through its implementation by the master's fellow disciple. The fellow disciple had always been jealous of the master's genius and unparalleled cultivation despite being of demonic bloodline. Naturally, he didn't want the master to succeed in his ascension, and even went so far as to frame the male protagonist for having an affair with the demon clan in order to ruin the master's plan.

The male protagonist thus became a victim of the battle between his two brothers, and was eventually stripped of his spiritual bones, expelled from the sect, and thrown into the Abyss of Unmercy to be fed by monsters.

Unexpectedly, the huge emotional fluctuations caused by betrayal and false accusations stimulated the hero's special physique, causing him to fully awaken.

——From then on, the evil male protagonist completely embarked on the road of revenge.

The subsequent plot is that the male protagonist counterattacks and kills all the way, recruits younger brothers to seize territory, and after hundreds of years, his cultivation is highly developed. He repairs the boundary pillar without much effort, and ascends to heaven, becoming the number one person here.

Fu You's identity is naturally the hypocritical master who was the first to be sought for revenge by the evil male protagonist, and who was skinned and torn to death in a miserable manner.

This is really...

Fu You lowered his eyes. His little world was blind, unable to see. Fortunately, his cultivation was profound, having reached the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Even if he couldn't see, the surrounding spiritual energy could still sense the outlines of things.

The ball of flesh in his palm winked at him, and the little hand hugged his fingers tighter, as if she liked him very much.

Fu You put away his sword and was about to get up and go back to his residence when a male voice suddenly heard cursing from behind him.

"I say, you sword cultivators fly fast, but can you please be considerate of the level of us other cultivators? Can't you wait for me a little bit?"

The trees trembled slightly, a gentle breeze rustling through the withered branches that had yet to sprout. A handsome man dressed as a casual cultivator slowly walked into the forest.

The man was wearing a cloud blue coat, the same color as Fu You's. However, this color looked cold and ethereal on Fu You, but on him it gave off a sense of wanton evil.

This evil and handsome casual cultivator stopped in front of Fu You, bent down to look at the ball of flesh held in the sword cultivator's snow-white palm, and raised his deeply creased eyelids. "Wow, what a huge lion's head."

The man stretched out his hand, as if trying to poke the fleshy mass: "This is the strange object that the divination showed. It really looks like...hiss!"

Just as his fingertips reached the ball of flesh, the obedient creature suddenly opened its mouth, revealing its sharp white teeth. The man was startled, but luckily he reacted quickly and withdrew his hand in time, preventing blood from splattering on the spot.

"Wow, so fierce, it can even bite! Fu You, you better be careful."

"This is my disciple." Fu You turned around, the plain hairband dangling from his hair swaying in a very cool arc. He ignored his friend's exaggeration and said, "If you treat him badly, he will bite you."

"Disciple?!" his friend, Ying Zhong, exclaimed in an exaggerated voice. "The dignified leader of the Haoyue Sect, the world's foremost Snow Moon Sword Master, has a first disciple who is a lion-headed creature that can't even speak? How is he supposed to hold a sword? Is he supposed to use this giant eye to pick it up?!"

Although Routuan was not emotional, he could keenly sense from the man's tone that he was being teased.

His little hand that was holding Fuyou's fingers loosened, and he shrank back into his master's fair and beautiful palm as if he was very inferior.

Fu You's fingertips paused slightly, and he raised his eyes.

Ying Zhong, who was laughing heartily, felt a chill on the side of his face.

The man's expression froze slightly. He glanced sideways and saw that the branch behind him had silently broken into two pieces. The cut was extremely smooth, and it was obvious that it was made by Fu You's unparalleled Xue Ye Bing.

Ying Zhong's mouth twitched: "...Okay, I wish you a harmonious relationship between master and disciple."

Fu You didn't reply, but simply stroked the top of the fleshy head with his fingertips, as if to comfort him. He didn't fly his sword, but walked slowly through the dense woods.

Behind him, Ying Zhong, whose face was thicker than a city wall, caught up and put his arm around Fu You's thin shoulders intimately.

Because of his demonic identity, the sword cultivator was ostracized by the world. Soon after being picked up by the Haoyue Sect's old master, he retreated to the mountains to practice. He has a weak connection with love and lacks common sense.

In some ways, she was particularly slow-witted to the point of being endearing, completely inconsistent with her unyielding demeanor.

Ying Zhong, relying on his friendship with Fu You, brazenly moved his arm around the sword cultivator's slender waist. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and with this embrace, he practically held the person in his arms.

The two of them were wearing clothes of the same color, which made them look very well matched. At first glance, they didn't look like friends, but more like a loving couple who were inseparable.

The man sniffed the exceptionally cool, snowy scent on the other person's body, and a hint of darkness flashed across his eyes.

He didn't even look at the lump of flesh that became increasingly listless as he approached.

"Fu You, the seventh day of this month is almost here." This "friend" with ulterior motives put on a meaningful smile and leaned close to the snow-haired beauty's ear. His hot breath sprayed on the beautiful woman's fair and delicate earlobe, and he asked ambiguously, "Do you want me to help you... warm the bed?"

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The author has something to say: A new taste of the cool and aloof Saint Xiaoyou~

The blind snow-haired beauty of rabbit demon bloodline is a slow-witted master who is not noticed by the people around her.