34 Chapter Thirty-Four
Taking the former Demon Lord away would be the best way to get revenge.
The snow came earlier than usual this year, and the sunlight illuminated the thin layer of snow on the ground as soon as the sky cleared. A patch of snow shimmered with tiny, sparkling light, and suddenly the sound of a sword being drawn rang out.
The crisp sound startled the birds perched on the treetops, and the sunlight flashing across the sword illuminated the man's cold and handsome eyes. The sound of the sword cut through the snow on the ground, stirring up a cloud of white snowflakes. His dashing figure and the chilling swordsmanship attracted many disciples who stole glances at him.
Half of it was to admire the swordsmanship and glimpse its true wonders, and the other half was to witness the elegance of the Snow-Clear Sword Master.
Even though five hundred years have passed and those humiliations could be erased, the disciples still carefully reviewed the past with unspoken understanding. Upon learning that Sword Master Xueji had been humiliated by the demon Luyue, they all felt sorry for him.
"Fortunately, the Ruthless Sword Master avenged his disciple and ascended to godhood, able to live as long as heaven and earth."
"So far, only Immortal Venerable Mengqiu has mastered the Ruthless Sword. According to Elder Zhang of the sect, Sword Venerable Xueji is the most likely to master it."
Over thousands of years, very few have become gods. Who wouldn't want to be worshipped by the people and receive incense offerings? The chattering of the group startled Simiao. She watched her junior brother practice swordsmanship without showing any emotion. Five hundred years had passed. Back then, no one thought his junior brother would abandon formations to learn swordsmanship, but he had actually done very well.
But he was so engrossed in swordsmanship that it was hard to tell whether it was a blessing or a curse.
"Si Miao, what are you doing here? Quickly enter the main hall to discuss the demon-slaying expedition." Master Erkong urged impatiently, and Simiao had no choice but to hurry into the main hall.
Dozens of elders and disciples were determined to avenge the past humiliation and uphold the prestige of the Shangqing Sect.
Xie Shu rose and lit an incense stick for the ancestors in the mourning hall, and said in a righteous voice: "The demons and monsters are weakened, and Heaven and Earth have decreed. Punish the wicked and eliminate evil, and promote the Shangqing (Supreme Purity)."
Simiao stood behind the sect leader, her expression somber. She knew the Shangqing disciples would never forget the battle of five hundred years ago. But she was more worried about her junior brother. After their master ascended to immortality, his behavior had become strangely erratic, and they even heard strange noises at night. Although her junior brother was now old enough to live alone, she still feared something might happen to him. After all, it wasn't just the reputation of Shangqing that was being tarnished, but also their master's honor.
The most terrifying thing is one's inner demons, especially during the time spent in the Demon Realm. The reports from the scouts were all about how much his junior brother was favored. Even though they had only met once, how many men could remain unmoved by being openly professed their love in front of demons?
While Si Miao was lost in thought, the meeting in the main hall had already ended. Her junior brother had already come before her and asked indifferently, "I heard that the sect leader has already set a date for the demon-slaying."
“Junior brother, you don’t have to go on this trip. After all, that place once trapped you. To avoid triggering your memories, it might be better for you to stay in Shangqing and guard the sect.”
"I've long forgotten what happened to my senior sister years ago," Xue Ji said calmly, as if everything from the past had faded into the past. "Of course I will cut off the Demon Lord's head and offer it before Master's temple."
Simiao knew that persuasion was useless, so he could only watch his junior brother continue practicing his sword. Already aloof, he now lived like a monster. He ignored romance and poetry, focusing solely on swordsmanship. His eyes held no interest whatsoever; such a path was far too obsessive.
She didn't disturb them any longer. After following the sect leader's instructions regarding the positions of the disciples' formations and sword arrays in the main hall, she left first. It was already late at night when she returned to her room and heard some noise from her junior brother's room, which sounded like low sobbing.
She slowed her steps and leaned against the doorway, listening to the sounds inside. The intermittent, choked voices inside were somewhat hoarse.
Why won't you touch me?
"Why him and not me?"
“I am clearly better than him.”
Xueji was trapped in the nightmares of the past, unable to escape. As a child, he was disliked by his master and had a cold and aloof personality, always standing alone in the distance watching his friends play. Even after entering Shangqing, it remained the same, with very few warm memories.
He dreamt of that bright, snowy night, the moonlight shining on the ground and also on the face of the woman holding him. The face in his memory was no longer his master, but hers. A warm, sweet fragrance emanated from her body, soothing him as he trembled in her arms.
He remembered her chuckle and saying, "You should have a new name, how about Xueji?"
She named him, and she saved his life, so why did she favor that so-called younger brother? They had the same face, yet he was stronger; why wasn't he by her side?
Xueji's restrained desires were amplified infinitely in his nightmares. He was bound by the past, and a demon was gradually being born in his heart. Cold tears streamed down his face. He dreamed that in the Demon Realm, he was forced to take medicine by her.
Lu Yue remained calm, her eyes devoid of any emotion, as if this were merely a trivial matter. Xue Ji watched her, forcefully knocking over the medicine. Her expression turned angry, and she forcefully pressed him down, beginning to kiss him. This was not a gentle kiss; it was rough, brutal, and devoid of emotion, a punishment filled only with pain.
She said coldly, "You're prettier than your brother, so you'll probably serve him even more."
"Whatever, so what if you slept with me?" Xue Ji sneered.
Then the waist sash was ruthlessly thrown to the ground, and her burning kisses roamed over his neck. Xue Ji tried to struggle, but Lu Yue pressed him hard onto the bed.
A mixture of shame and disgust welled up inside him, and just as they were about to become intimate, he suddenly woke up.
Xueji felt ashamed of his dream; emptiness and void lingered in his chest. He gripped his collar, touching his restless heart.
Anyway, I'll see you again soon.
In the past five hundred years, the number of loyal subjects in the Demon Realm has dwindled to almost nothing. Hu Mei glared at the palace lords who had come specifically to mock her and said firmly, "What are you traitors? I killed Lu Yue, and her inner core is in my hands. You have no ability to overthrow me, yet you dare to join forces with your sects to disrupt the peace of the Demon Realm."
The temple masters smiled but remained silent. One of their subordinates, however, was incredibly audacious and retorted directly, "We don't want to fight you. Anyway, the disciples of Shangqing will be here soon to teach you a lesson."
Hu Mei narrowed her eyes and sneered, "I am the new Demon Lord."
"We won't acknowledge your identity unless Wen Ruo is here," her subordinate said sarcastically, her mocking voice hurting her ears.
In the eyes of the Ten Directions Palace Master, Hu Mei wasn't that powerful; she was just lucky. As they left with smiles on their faces, they deliberately left behind a remark.
You won't be sitting in this spot for long.
For centuries, Hu Mei lived in constant fear. Ascending to the position of Demon Lord was easy, but maintaining it was incredibly difficult. Chong Li loved killing, and as for Lu Yue, she acted only according to her mood. Both were known for their cruelty, but in the Demon Realm, few of them had truly trusted their confidants.
She slumped onto the Demon Lord's throne, barely maintaining her final dignity. The Demon Realm was now as fragile as paper; the Shangqing disciples stormed the main hall without lifting a finger. A tidal wave of frenzied attacks surged in, the disciples curiously surveying this millennia-old Demon Realm. Unlike the luxurious Shangqing,
Looking at the familiar hall, Xue Ji felt nauseous. He used to be looked up to by all the demons here, blinded by so-called emotions.
Just as he was about to draw his sword, Hu Mei, who was standing in the hall, suddenly spoke up, respectfully saying, "I know you have been humiliated here, but Lu Yue is not actually dead. I can revive her and offer her to you. This can be considered as settling a debt, so why not? Moreover, if the Demon Realm is not without the Demon Lord, it will be your immortal sects that suffer when things get turbulent."
Xue Ji's eyes were deep: "She's not dead."
Hu Mei led her disciples to a spring, and with a wave of her hand, an ice-blue coffin slowly emerged. To be honest, she didn't know Lu Yue would be here; it was only after a woman in blue inexplicably appeared and told her about it.
The crowd could vaguely see the figure inside, and Hu Mei was so frightened when she opened it that she took hundreds of steps back.
Why is Wen Ruo here?
The heavy ink intertwined as he lay with Lu Yue, his fingers holding her wrist.
The disciples below whispered among themselves.
"I never imagined that the legendary elder of the Demon Realm would have an affair with that Demon Lord."
"He's good-looking; no wonder the Demon Lord likes him."
Xue Ji felt disgusted looking at the two sleeping side by side. Where was Yan Qing's so-called younger brother? Didn't she love him so much that she went to such lengths to give him her heart?
To choose to die with this old man in the end—what utterly hypocritical love!
Silver patterns flowed across Lu Yue's dark robe, and a gilded mask concealed her face, revealing only half her features beneath a silver hair ornament. Even though only half her face was visible and she was already dead, her imposing presence still sent chills down the disciples' spines.
Hu Mei stepped forward and stuffed Lu Yue's inner core into her mouth, but there was no reaction. This thing was only a scourge to her; the beings of the Demon Realm did not submit to her, and even with power, they still trembled in fear.
The inner core remained unresponsive after being inserted, and Hu Mei nearly collapsed to the ground, unsure of what to do. Feigning composure, she said, "She will wake up in three days."
Xue Ji walked over slowly and picked up Lu Yue. He looked at the right hand that was gripping his arm, lit a talisman, and forcibly separated Wen Ruo's fingers.
Simiao, not understanding his meaning, said, "Junior brother."
Xue Ji said expressionlessly, "Taking the former Demon Lord away is the best way to repay him."
Just like he did back then, this time it's my turn to humiliate you.
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