Zhang Shaozhong wandered aimlessly through the streets like a madman, his mind filled with images of his parents lying in pools of blood and Lin Ya's pale face.
He didn't know how long he walked, but finally collapsed from exhaustion in the wilderness on the outskirts of the city and passed out.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn.
He struggled to sit up, feeling as if his whole body had fallen apart.
I casually touched my hair and felt something was off, so I pulled out a strand to look at it—it was completely white!
Just as he was staring blankly at that tuft of white hair, Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier arrived.
"Husband!" Ling Qingxue burst into tears upon seeing him like this.
Ye Meier was also terrified: "Husband! Your hair..."
Zhang Shaozhong looked at them coldly, especially Ye Meier: "Don't call me husband."
Ye Meier was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"What's the meaning?"
Zhang Shaozhong gave a bitter laugh, "Your master killed my parents, killed my childhood sweetheart, and you still want to ask me what I mean?"
Night Enchantress stamped her feet in frustration: "That wasn't done by the old devil! I know him; if he really did it, he definitely wouldn't deny it!"
Zhang Shaozhong suddenly stood up, pointing to his white hair: "Then how did my hair turn white? How did my parents die? Were those demonic energies at the scene fake?!"
Ling Qingxue tried to mediate: "Husband, please calm down..."
"calm?"
Zhang Shaozhong interrupted her, his eyes red, "It wasn't your parents who died, of course you can stay calm!"
These words were too harsh; Ling Qingxue's face turned pale, and she was speechless.
Ye Meier also lost her temper: "Zhang Shaozhong! Do you have any sense of reason? I've already said it wasn't my master who did it!"
"If it wasn't your master who did it, then who was?"
Zhang Shaozhong sneered, "Could it be that you did it?"
Ye Meier trembled with rage, blurting out, "Yes! I did it! So what? Who told that Lin Ya to keep bothering you all the time!"
Everyone was stunned when he said that.
Ye Meier was dumbfounded. She had originally intended to anger Zhang Shaozhong, but she had accidentally let it slip.
Zhang Shaozhong looked at her in disbelief: "You... what did you say?"
Ling Qingxue quickly smoothed things over: "Mei'er is confused with anger, she's talking nonsense!"
But it was too late.
Zhang Shaozhong stared intently at Ye Meier and asked, word by word, "You just said that you did it?"
Ye Meier was caught in a bind, so she decided to throw caution to the wind: "So what if it is? I've disliked that Lin Ya for a long time! And your parents too..."
Snap!
A resounding slap.
Ye Meier covered her face, looking at Zhang Shaozhong in disbelief: "You...you dare to hit me?"
Zhang Shaozhong's hands were still trembling, but his eyes were icy: "From today onwards, our relationship is severed."
Ling Qingxue hurriedly grabbed Zhang Shaozhong: "Husband! Mei'er was just saying that in anger! How could she do such a thing!"
Just then, the Demon Lord's voice suddenly came: "She's right, it really wasn't her."
Everyone turned around and saw that the Demon Lord was standing not far away at some point.
The Demon Lord looked at Ye Meier, a complex emotion flashing in his blood-red eyes: "Because she is not my disciple at all..."
He paused, then revealed a shocking secret: "She is my own daughter."
Even Ling Qingxue was stunned.
Ye Meier bit her lip, tacitly agreeing.
The Demon Lord continued, "Precisely because she is my daughter, it is even more impossible for me to do such a thing. No matter how bloodthirsty I am, I would not kill my in-laws' parents and put my daughter in a difficult position."
Zhang Shaozhong wouldn't listen to a word. He pointed at Ye Meier and said, "So what? Just because you're the Demon Lord's daughter, you can kill people at will?"
Tears welled up in Ye Meier's eyes: "I told you I didn't do it!"
"Then why did you admit it just now?"
"I...I'm just angry with you!"
Zhang Shaozhong gave a bitter laugh: "Angry me? Fine, very well. You two, father and daughter, one committing murder and the other covering it up, are a perfect match."
The Demon Lord frowned: "Boy, I told you it wasn't us. Although that demonic energy is from the same source as mine, it's slightly mixed, clearly someone is impersonating it."
Ling Qingxue suddenly thought of something and looked in the direction of Xuanji Zhenren.
But Master Xuanji has disappeared without a trace.
Zhang Shaozhong, however, was already disheartened.
He glanced at the Demon Lord, then at Ye Meier, and finally said to Ling Qingxue, "Qingxue, do you want to go with them, or come with me?"
Ling Qingxue was caught in a dilemma: "Husband, I believe there must be some misunderstanding..."
"There's no misunderstanding!"
Zhang Shaozhong interrupted her, "I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears. Since you choose to believe them, let's leave it at that."
He turned and left after he finished speaking, his white hair fluttering in the wind, his back view resolute.
Ye Meier wanted to chase after him, but the Demon Lord stopped her: "Let him have some peace and quiet."
Ling Qingxue watched Zhang Shaozhong's departing figure, tears streaming down her face.
Ye Meier suddenly shook off the Demon Lord's hand and angrily said, "Why didn't you tell him I was your daughter sooner?"
The Demon Lord sighed, "I believe the time is not yet ripe."
"Is now the time?"
Ye Meier pointed in the direction Zhang Shaozhong had disappeared, "He doesn't want me anymore!"
Ling Qingxue wiped away her tears and suddenly said, "I think there's something fishy about this. Mei'er, you were too impulsive just now."
Ye Meier also regretted it: "I... I was just angry that he assumed we did it without asking any questions..."
A fierce glint flashed in the Demon Lord's blood-red eyes: "Someone is playing tricks in the shadows. Although the demonic energy was imitated very well, there are still flaws upon closer inspection."
At this moment, Zhang Shaozhong walked alone in the desolate wilderness, his heart filled with sorrow.
His parents died tragically, his childhood sweetheart passed away, and now even the two women closest to him have left him.
Overnight, he lost everything.
The chaotic energy circulated wildly within his body, intertwining with his grief and anger.
His white hair fluttered in the wind, making him look ten years older.
"Why...why did you do this to me..." He knelt on the ground and roared to the sky.
Suddenly, the chaotic energy within his body went berserk, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted again.
When he woke up again, he found himself in a cave with Master Xuanji sitting next to him.
"Senior?" Zhang Shaozhong asked weakly.
Master Xuanji sighed: "I was just passing by when I saw you lying unconscious on the ground, so I brought you here."
Zhang Shaozhong smiled wryly: "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, senior."
Master Xuanji shook his head: "A demon is still a demon; his nature is hard to change."
Zhang Shaozhong remained silent.
Master Xuanji then said, “If you want to take revenge, your current cultivation level is far from enough. Why don’t you come back to the Taiqing Sect with me? I will pass on the supreme Dao to you. It will not be too late to take revenge when your cultivation is fully developed.”
Zhang Shaozhong looked at his snow-white hair, a resolute glint in his eyes: "Fine, I'll go with you."
Meanwhile, Ye Meier and Ling Qingxue were frantically searching for Zhang Shaozhong.
The Demon Lord closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then suddenly opened them: "I can't find his aura. Someone must be covering up the secret for him."
Night Enchantress panicked: "Then what should we do?"
Ling Qingxue suddenly thought of something: "Could it be... Master?"
The three exchanged a glance, all thinking of the same possibility.
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