Chapter 2 Long Time No See, Junior Brother "I don't remember having a junior brother..."
Fu Ming, who had just taken office as the Demon Lord, was unaware that someone was eyeing him, but he was still extremely annoyed.
What do I need to do after binding with the system?
"The current network speed is slow, please wait while we search for you."
Three results were found for you: 1. You cannot kill...
"And the second one?"
"Current network speed..."
Fu Ming sighed; he had temporarily given up on trying to break free from the system.
But this broken system is so unintelligent.
I've tried several times, but I always get stuck when I get to the first point. It's so annoying.
Fu Ming walked out alone, when three muscular men suddenly jumped out.
"Hand over the treasure!" someone shouted.
"Give me your life!" another man shouted.
"Surrender and you won't be killed!" The remaining man was perhaps not very familiar with the situation, and he stammered a bit when he uttered the threat.
The blood on the Tang sword that Fu Ming was dragging was still wet. He didn't know how these big, clueless idiots had survived to this day. He wasn't angry, he just chuckled softly.
Under the gloomy sky of the Demon Abyss, Fu Ming's face was so white it was almost transparent, and this smile made him look even more frail.
"This pretty boy dares to look down on us! Let's go, brothers!"
The burly man at the head of the group picked up a pair of meteor hammers and wielded the heavy iron hammers, weighing over a thousand pounds, with great force and menacing power.
In an instant, the heavy hammer slammed down on his head. Fu Ming couldn't dodge in time and hurriedly drew his sword to parry.
A thin blade is no match for an iron hammer, and the burly man has infused it with surging demonic energy. If this hammer blow lands, the pretty boy will probably die on the spot!
Bang.
The weapons clashed, producing a piercing explosion. The great man's prized meteor hammer cracked instantly, shattering into a pile of dust.
But that wasn't all. The chilling blade energy spun in the air and severed all the connections between the three brothers' formation.
The burly man knelt down with a thud, begging for mercy and kowtowing several times.
"Your Majesty, spare us! Your Majesty, spare us! We'll give you anything you want!"
Fu Ming ignored him, drew his sword, concealed his aura, and prepared to leave.
In fact, this was already the result of Fu Ming going all out. He barely restrained the urge to crush the attacker's head and only lightly swung his knife a few times, nothing more.
He had seen plenty of people like this who fawn over the powerful, bully the weak, and fear the strong.
"Warning, warning! For minor offenses, the host must not use force to cause death; otherwise, 5 points of conduct will be deducted."
For some reason, the system, which had been stammering before, suddenly became coherent again.
"Oh? What are the consequences of having your conduct points deducted?"
"If the character value is reduced to zero, a 'Five Thunderbolts' negative buff will be added to the host. Beep, the host's current character value is 39, which is far below the average of this world. Please keep up the good work, meow."
This belated civil service system, which is a century late, has clearly loaded a lot of internet slang modules, sometimes speaking in a literary style, sometimes acting cute, and speaking in a jumbled mess.
Before Fu Ming could even reply, the system started singing in the style of a news anchor from CCTV's evening news program.
“Punishment should be commensurate with the degree of social harm it causes; law enforcement should be forceful but also compassionate.”
"Oh, as long as no one dies, it's fine, right?"
Fu Ming planted his Tang sword on the blackened sand, which had been struck by lightning. In the vast Demon Palace hunting grounds, only one man and one sword remained.
He knew that these few who were eager to stand out were not smart people. The real shrewd people were still hiding in his blind spot, waiting to take advantage of his fatigue and strike.
This feeling of the enemy being in the dark while he was in the light was really unpleasant. He beckoned with his index finger to the open space around him.
"Anyone else want to challenge me? Come at me all at once."
"Hehe, I heard that Master Fu has made rapid progress in his cultivation after practicing demonic arts. He is indeed a young man with great spirit. I admire him."
Seeing that Fu Ming was becoming more and more courageous in battle, the observer who had been hiding for half a month finally decided to show himself. This person had a gaunt face with a sinister fake smile on it, and his face was pale. He looked more like a ghost cultivator than a demon cultivator.
"However, I'm afraid the Daoist Master is not yet ready to take the position of Demon Lord."
Oh, it's an old acquaintance! Fu Ming immediately became interested.
If this old man, who is neither human nor ghost, were to enter the palace, he would surely revive the old demon lord in a fit of rage.
Fu Ming's successful defection from the Demon Realm, where he had no relatives or friends, was largely thanks to his great help.
As a demonic figure, he betrayed Fu Ming right after him, leading a group of generals to establish their own independent power, which forced the old demon lord to act more and more madly. It can be said that this was a kind of fate.
This person looks like a ghost cultivator, and he fights using the methods of a ghost cultivator.
He waved his sleeve and summoned a banner of ten thousand souls. The tattered cloth, painted with the eight scenes of hell, surged with resentment, and summoned several solidified vengeful souls.
The vengeful spirit, nourished by its master's demonic energy, pounced without warning, its attacks venomous from both sides, each strike potentially fatal.
The former Demon Minister was extremely cunning and treacherous, but his most fatal flaw was that he was too weak!
Seizing the moment when the vengeful spirit moved, Fu Ming flashed to its side like a gust of wind.
The demon's true form is fragile, so it kept a tengu soul in case of emergency. However, once released, this vengeful spirit was inexplicably absorbed by the Tang sword in Fu Ming's hand.
The demon was stunned for only a second before his right hand was severed.
"I surrender! I surrender! I will lead all my talented and extraordinary people to submit to you. Please don't kill me."
The blade that had been pressed against the neck of the former demon was swiftly removed, but Fu Ming still muttered a common slang term used by demon cultivators in the streets.
It turned out that the moment he chopped off his hand, the system triggered a level one alarm, sending a 100,000-volt high-voltage current directly into his soul.
The pain was about ten times greater than when he was grazed by the old demon lord's heavenly tribulation.
"Didi, 3 points of conduct value have been deducted. However, since this is the host's first offense, only 1 point will be deducted this time."
What an unreliable system! Why didn't it say earlier that serious injury counts? And this old guy is really something, so fragile!
Seeing Fu Ming's unfriendly expression, the old demon minister assumed that his poor credit had aroused suspicion. His eyes darted around, and he quickly pledged his loyalty.
"All soldiers, heed my command! Join me in pledging allegiance to the new Demon Lord!"
Upon hearing this, the old demon's subordinates, who were lying in ambush on this mountain, all revealed themselves and knelt down in a flurry.
"Long live the Demon Lord!"
When Xiao Huaiyuan arrived, he witnessed this dramatic scene.
Under the blood-red sky, all living beings bowed and worshipped the new god. Fu Ming, who was crowned the Demon Lord, looked at him from afar, the two of them clearly divided between good and evil.
His senior brother was indeed someone who could not be ignored no matter where he was. Xiao Huaiyuan's throat tightened, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. All his words were reduced to one sentence.
"Senior brother, how have you been?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it was infused with his full internal energy, making it clear to everyone present, including Fu Ming.
There was no need to make a special announcement. As soon as the system sensed Xiao Huaiyuan, it started beeping and beeping, saying that a moral exemplar had appeared and that he should learn from him.
Xiao Huaiyuan was still wearing the white robe with gold trim that was the standard of the Tianyan Sect, and his dignified appearance was no different from thirty years ago.
Fu Ming caught a glimpse of water ripples behind him, which was probably the magic treasure that allowed him to travel here. The remaining righteous cultivators were mostly of low cultivation level, ranging from Golden Core to Nascent Soul. Was Xiao Huaiyuan planning to lead this group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals to besiege him?
As Fu Ming descended the winding staircase of the palace, his henchmen spontaneously separated and followed closely behind, forming a grand procession.
"Really? I don't remember having any junior brothers."
He stopped in front of Xiao Huaiyuan, leaning on his Tang sword. His black outfit accentuated his lean waist, and his words carried a subtle hint of displeasure.
The reason is simple: his junior brother, who used to always follow him around, is now half a head taller than him.
Xiao Huaiyuan stared intently at him, his deep black eyes seemingly capable of drowning a person: "I heard that Senior Brother has obtained the title of Demon Lord, so I have come to learn from you. If Senior Brother is defeated, then withdraw the Demon Realm army a hundred miles from the border, how about that?"
It's been so long since I've seen him, and he still prefers this gentleman's war mentality. How boring!
Fu Ming listened, but it went in one ear and out the other; the Blood-Drinking Longsword in his hand was already burning hot with excitement.
"Fine, if you lose, then—"
Fu Ming drew his sword and leaped forward with the wind.
etc.
Given the system's bad record of leaving things unsaid and causing him to get electrocuted, Fu Ming quickly communicated with the system and learned the shocking news: damn it, the number of people his underlings killed was also counted on his head.
Fu Ming raised his left arm and created a barrier thirty feet in diameter. A powerful, pale red aura spread outwards, forcing everyone to retreat.
"The rest of the demonic cultivators shall remain where they are and obey orders. No one shall interfere. Anyone who moves without authorization shall be killed without mercy!"
On the other side, Xiao Huaiyuan followed suit and gave the order.
"Fellow Daoists of the Immortal Path, please temporarily avoid confrontation and prioritize your own safety."
Inside the barrier.
With the blessing of the Devouring Secret Technique, Fu Ming was practically invincible among those of the same cultivation level, and cross-realm challenges were commonplace for him. However, this did not mean he could reliably defeat Xiao Huaiyuan, whose fighting style was the most effective counter to his own.
Xiao Huaiyuan's entire set of combat techniques can be simply summarized as the "forbidden technique style" in the eyes of independent cultivators.
Those who practice this method must sever their emotions and desires, and spend at least twenty years training their bodies before they can enter the path. Through day and night of arduous practice, he was able to hone his martial arts and movement techniques to the extreme. With the help of forbidden techniques and restrictions, his sword strikes could often leave his opponents half-paralyzed.
In short, they are extremely difficult to deal with.
Xiao Huaiyuan held a long sword in one hand and a magic seal in the other. Golden characters floated around the magic seal, sometimes shining brightly and sometimes dim.
Brightness is the prohibition of magic, darkness is the lifting of the prohibition, taking effect within two breaths, with an approximate half-second delay.
In the brief interval between the switching of the magic seals, he seized the opportunity to launch an attack. The blade suddenly turned and flicked upwards, but instead of attacking, he turned the spearhead to target the magic seal.
The seal was lifted into the air, and the runes around his body suddenly dimmed. Fu Ming was about to press his advantage when he discovered something was wrong. He still couldn't control his protective true energy, and the forbidden spell hadn't been lifted.
It's an illusion.
A heavy, sharp sword was silently pressed against his back.
"Well done, Xiao Huaiyuan! You blockhead have actually learned so many tricks. Let's try again!"
Fu Ming's eyes lit up with excitement, exclaiming how amazing it was. He wasn't exactly a ruthless killer, but he loved martial arts competitions and often defended his place back when he was still in the Tianyan Sect.
He remembered that his junior brother had the fewest tricks up his sleeve back then, and he never concealed his intentions when he drew his sword. He could be thrown off the stage in just a few moves, which earned him the nickname "blockhead".
"It's because my senior brother taught me well."
Xiao Huaiyuan said calmly, as if he wasn't the one who had just acted shamelessly.
Unfortunately, such a trick couldn't stop Fu Ming. He chuckled and leaped ten feet away. He had naturally prepared a backup plan. He turned around and launched another fierce attack.
The two fought for dozens more rounds, until the sun rose in the east, but neither could gain the upper hand.
However, during a brief clash, Xiao Huaiyuan suddenly revealed a broken talisman and approached, saying, "Actually, it doesn't necessarily have to be a fight to the death."
"How is the battle going?" The Palace Master of Rihua Palace hadn't checked for a while when Xiao Huaiyuan and Fu Ming emerged from the barrier unharmed.
Xiao Huaiyuan said in a deep voice, "A draw."
"Fu Ming promised that there would be no more war, on the condition that we do not cross the border even a step," Xiao Huaiyuan said in a deep voice from the other end of the water mirror.
"How can the promises of demonic cultivators be trusted..."
Xiao Huaiyuan rolled up his sleeves, revealing a dark mark on his wrist belonging to the Heart Demon Oath. The other half of the mark was prominently displayed on the arm of the demonic cultivator Fu Ming.
He touched the mark almost imperceptibly, as if savoring the memory. His senior brother's skin had touched his for a moment when they swore the oath against the inner demons, and the warmth still lingered.
The members of the Immortal Alliance fell silent.
No, why do they feel that the atmosphere between Xiao Huaiyuan and Fu Ming is strange? Shouldn't you be mortal enemies?
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