Even Young
"Knowing that there was no way out, Zhu Xun offered the last fragment of the Yu Fu Spirit Jade to his only remaining brother in the world, and committed suicide by drinking the sword. After resisting the Demon Emperor for many years, the God of War Chao Lansheng ushered in peace and a prosperous era."
In the ancient war, the God of War's sword transformed into the Jade Spirit and fell in all directions. Whoever collects all the fragments can wield the God of War's sword, "Purple Emperor." When the Demon King obtains it, the Demon Realm is no longer suppressed by "Purple Emperor." The God of War, wielding the sword, will surely slay the Demon King. Apart from him, no one else can wield "Purple Emperor."
"Awesome!"
You Youju was very satisfied as she flipped through the novel called "Human Will Overcome Demons," whose main characters were a pair of twins.
The traditional trope is that the protagonist's birth is always accompanied by the mother's death.
The older brother's name is Zhu Xun, and the younger brother's name is Chao Lan.
These royal twins were destined to have only one survive.
It's said that this older brother had bad luck; he possessed an unusual aura, with rose-red eyes, a demonic and extraordinary being. The old emperor was so frightened that he immediately ordered the secret execution of a group of people, including the "little demon."
Now comes the crucial moment! At this point, a servant loyal to the queen mother must secretly rescue the child and entrust him to a trusted person for upbringing.
Secondly, this child must have been bullied because of his abnormality. He survived until the day his demonic blood awakened, when he killed all those who bullied him. After discovering his true identity, he took up his sword and slaughtered everyone in sight. He competed with the protagonist to collect spirit jade, wanting to unify the human world and the demon realm.
Meanwhile, our righteous protagonist had already apprenticed under a celestial master, shouldering a great responsibility to punish the demons, save the people from suffering, and unite with his sword to sweep across the demon realm, winning the hearts of the people.
Slaying demons is child's play.
"So the villain committed suicide because he was too desperate?" He flipped through a couple of pages. But putting himself in the villain's shoes, maybe that really was true... How... satisfying!!!
Having confirmed the demon's death, You Youju pointed a finger to the sky, revealing a lewd and satisfied smile: "Hehehe, it's precisely this kind of brainless, pure, and exhilarating old-fashioned plot that makes people tremble with excitement!! So exhilarating! So... cough cough cough." He couldn't catch his breath because his excited shouting caused him to cough so much that his brain was oxygen-deprived.
"Patient!! Please don't shout! And please pay attention to the doctor's orders! Don't get too emotional!" Dr. Xu stormed up to You Youju's bedside, snatched the phone away, and stuffed it into his pocket.
You Youju gave an awkward smile, scratched her hair (which wasn't even there), and pleaded, "Sorry, Dr. Xu, I've almost finished reading this book. Please let me have it! Hahaha."
Dr. Xu ignored his request and strode away, leaving him alone.
Yes, Youyouju is sick.
He suffered a serious illness, so serious that he lost all his hair, his savings were depleted, and he was bedridden, sleeping in a coma day after day.
You Youju, who finds joy even in hardship, loves to read a few mindless, exciting novels when she's sober, using them to soothe her lonely heart.
The doctor sighed and asked, taking notes as he went, "How are you feeling today?" The nurse handed him the medicine, which he swallowed without hesitation.
Still with that carefree attitude: "It's fine, I feel like I won't die in the next couple of days."
The doctor looked up at him and said, "Don't say anything discouraging." He left the room and said, "Get some rest. Don't let your emotions fluctuate too much. You can watch TV."
The surroundings were deathly silent, with a few rays of sunlight streaming in through the window, illuminating the drifting dust particles in the air.
Rest... When is there no day when I don't rest?
He stared at the pure white ceiling, oxygen tube inserted into his body, his mind a complete blank.
How long had it been since he'd left this white "cage"? He felt dizzy and weak. He smiled helplessly and drifted off to sleep again.
A gentle breeze caressed You Youju's cheeks, and the fresh mountain air filled his nostrils. Birdsong, rustling bamboo leaves, and the tinkling of a mountain spring reached his ears with exceptional clarity.
Youyouju wrinkled her nose and opened her eyes under the blazing sun.
"!!!" He sat up abruptly, cautiously surveying his surroundings.
"Holy crap? Where am I? Did this shady hospital finally sell me out?"
Finding no danger, he sat up and discovered he was wearing... ancient clothes! What... what is this?!
This time it was You Youju's turn to take a deep breath. He patted his face and felt no weakness, no dizziness, and no rapid heartbeat after getting up.
You Youju lay back down with a sense of relief: "I was so scared, it was just a dream."
"Wait a minute. Since it's a lucid dream, I need to run a lot!"
True to his word, he quickly got up and ran around the mountains like a monkey coming down from the mountain, leaping and bounding, performing all sorts of light-footed sword dances until he was panting heavily before he stopped.
He washed his face by the spring, touched his thick hair, and looked at his handsome face as always before wandering around contentedly.
Here I dabble in the flowers, there I touch the grass—wow, is the world really this beautiful? Is the air this fresh? Is the world really this vast?
"Hey! You freak! Out scaring people again?"
"Want this steamed bun from Grandpa's hand? Then kneel down! Hahahahahahaha!"
The sharp, piercing voice of a wicked child came from not far away. You Youju heard the sound and tiptoed forward to observe quietly.
It was a group of eleven or twelve-year-old children bullying a thin, weak child.
The child was covered in patches, his clothes were tattered and his hair was filthy. He only had a rope tied around his waist as a belt. The little boy who made him kneel was chubby and had a gray steamed bun in his hand. His face was all squeezed together with a smile.
"Hey, you bunch of brats, how dare you bully me in my dream!?" He was about to step forward to teach them a lesson when he saw the dirty kid suddenly kneel down, numb and submissive.
"Hahahahahahaha!!" Another sharp laugh pierced You Youju's eardrums.
He could no longer contain himself. Frowning, he strode forward, picked up the leader of the group like a chick, and roared, "Who dares to cause trouble on my territory?!"
Upon seeing the adults arrive, the children lost their earlier arrogance and looked at You Youju timidly.
Only the chubby boy who was lifted up was fearless and kicked You Youju with all his might: "What kind of immortal is this? Pretending to be a god or a ghost! My dad is the village chief of Buffalo Village!"
You Youju, in pain, forcefully flung the chubby boy away, sending him sprawling to the ground on his back.
"Wow, that chubby little brat is surprisingly strong!"
You Youju cursed inwardly, but on the surface remained calm and composed: "Hmph, the village chief of Buffalo Village? Even if the Demon Emperor came today, he would have to respect me."
He tried to learn the techniques of immortal and demonic scripts, raised his index finger, concentrated his mind, and condensed a small flame on his fingertip. Sure enough, it worked! The flame on his fingertip trembled in the wind, showing off its power.
"Aren't you going home yet? Believe me, this great immortal will set you on fire!"
You Youju was secretly delighted, wishing he could roar to the heavens, "I'm having a lucid dream! Hahaha! I'll plunder the people's wealth! I'll kick the old man's cane and steal the child's candy! Who can do anything to me!"
Upon seeing the fire at You Youju's fingertips, the children screamed and ran down the mountain in a panic.
You Youju then turned around with satisfaction, looking just like a big dog wagging its tail.
But as soon as he turned around, he froze.
Although the boy's face was covered in filth and he was as thin as a bamboo pole, he would never forget those rose-red eyes.
One stone stirs up a thousand waves. He belatedly realized that "Buffalo Village" was the village where the sickly old woman who adopted the little devil lived in the melodramatic novel "Man Will Conquer the Demon".
Because of this little devil, the old woman had no choice but to move to the mountains to avoid gossip and trouble.
The little devil's eyes betrayed little emotion; his lips were slightly parted, and he stared blankly at him. He remained calm, as if nothing had just happened, except that his hands were tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, forgetting to let go.
"No? What am I supposed to do now? Why is he in my dream?"
You Youju took a step back, at a loss for words in front of the child.
"Did a deity appear?" A childish voice rang out, and only then did a child's expression appear on his face.
"I beg the gods to grant me food!" He knelt down again with a thud, this time prostrating himself, but his tone remained completely calm.
"???? I'm... transmigrated into a book? This is too abrupt!!" Okay, I don't want to admit it, but even the minor villains have appeared... If this isn't a dream, then I am...
The chosen one to transmigrate into a book!!
I accepted it quite readily.
"Wait! What if I'm still dreaming?"
"You...cough cough. Get up first." You Youju pretended, one hand behind her back and the other in front of her lips to hide her smile.
Who cares if it's true or not! For someone who's been bedridden all day, this experience is simply... amazing!!!
The little devil obediently stood up, but didn't look up at him.
You Youju pondered for a moment, looking at the little devil with suspicion, trying to see if he was different from the one in her memory: "Hmm... take me to your house?"
Surprisingly, it obediently started walking ahead and leading the way.
Am I here on some mission? Am I supposed to be a great hero, steal the protagonist's role? Save the world? Hehehe, even I, You Youju, have my day!
Being the main character? Isn't that pure cheating?!
Fortunately, Zhu Xun didn't have eyes in the back of his head, otherwise he would have been scared away by the "Great Immortal's" lewd smile.
You Youju sized up the little devil but couldn't sense any danger.
If I really did transmigrate into the book, then the choice of the Demon Emperor's birth in the book is irreversible. Even if I kill him, another Demon Emperor will be born. This world has choices, and it's only a matter of time before the next random lucky one appears.
The only thing we can do right now is to try to access this known fixed number and change it.
"...He's still just a little kid...simple..." You Youju thought sullenly.
After thinking about this and that all the way, Youyouju's legs were almost sore, and finally the little devil in front of her stopped.
Even though Youju knew that Zhuxun must have been very poor, he was still shocked when he actually saw these dilapidated houses.
After all, this was hardly a house; it was more like a dilapidated hut built of mud and stones.
"Immortal, we've arrived." Zhu Xun looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with hope.
You Youju's eyes flashed as she bent down to gently wipe away the scabbed dirt and even some bloodstains from Xiaozhu's face.
His body was skin and bones, as if he could be crushed with one hand, and his small face showed no emotion.
While reading the novel, You Youju often wondered: Is suffering and injustice the only path to becoming a villain? And is it forgivable for them to turn bad?
If one cannot act as one pleases after being wronged, who will compensate for the betrayal suffered when powerless? To accept all the malice suffered because of one's weakness, and then to forgive, is probably something only a god could do.
If being tormented or abused to the point of becoming a demon is an understandable and forgivable evil, it's better to be evil from the start. Since there's no room for maneuver anyway, and death is inevitable, it's better to endure a few more years of injustice.
Repaying evil with evil or repaying evil with kindness is simply a different choice, driven by one's true self.
"Haha, that's not the right way to think about it either. There are always innocent people out there!"
Even if no one pays attention to him, You Youju has already put on several shows for himself.
The child in front of him had his face smeared with white, and he blinked his eyes, staring at him pitifully, saying, "Immortal, I'm hungry."
You Youju then felt embarrassed; the man had been brought inside, but the promise hadn't been fulfilled yet.
But... he had nothing to eat either.
"Then why did you agree to that?! Is this some kind of twisted humor?!"
Looking at Zhu Xun, who was gazing at her expectantly, her rose-red pupils seemed to bloom like flowers. Besides, she was a fairy in the child's eyes at this moment, so she couldn't let the child down.
Could the spell just now conjure up steamed buns?
Zhu Xun felt uneasy seeing the jade-faced immortal standing there with a dark expression, not responding to her.
Could it be that the immortal was angry because he felt he wasn't devout enough? Thinking of this, he knelt down again with a thud, prostrating himself on the ground.
You Youju was quite startled by the commotion and quickly pulled the little devil up: "You'll shorten your lifespan! Don't kneel. What do you want to eat?" This child has been oppressed so much all the time.
Zhu Xun swallowed hard: "Steamed buns."
The soft voice, tinged with probing, made You Youju both amused and exasperated. After all, she was still a child, and even the future Demon Emperor retained the innocence of a child.
He gently cupped Zhu Xun's small hand in his large hand and said softly, "How many steamed buns would you like?"
Zhu Xun was cradled in a pair of warm, large hands, with the backs of her hands resting on them. Her round eyes stared straight into the immortal's dark eyes, and she said without hesitation, "Three."
You Youju nodded and said softly, "Then close your eyes. When I say open them, three steamed buns will appear."
Zhu Xun nodded and obediently closed her eyes.
Yu Youju held those hands, silently thinking, "Three big meat buns! Show them off! Show them off! Show them off!"
"Don't let me down! You absolutely have to get out, you absolutely have to get out!"
After all, although he seemed confident, he was actually in a terrible predicament.
Zhu Xun suddenly felt a warm sensation in her hands, and a fragrance lingered in her nostrils.
"Zhu Xun! Open your eyes!" You Youju was using magic for the first time, and he couldn't help but feel excited. His voice was full of excitement as he eagerly awaited the little devil's reaction.
When Zhu Xun opened her eyes, she saw three steaming white buns lying in her hands. The buns had distinct pleats, and the soup seemed to have seeped out of the skin, making them look very tempting.
He smiled, a rare sight indeed, revealing a set of small, white teeth that made him look exceptionally lively and adorable.
"To put it bluntly, he's still just a kid," You Youju thought smugly.
But... it really can be conjured up? He touched himself to see if anything was missing, only to find that the jade ring on his hand was gone.
"It seems like they've gone to great lengths to retrieve something, but the interest on that investment isn't low either."
"Thank you, immortal!" Immediately, he grabbed the steamed buns and rushed into the dilapidated house. You Youju, puzzled, followed him in.
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