Good... Demon?
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Wan Qiji met Song Tingwan's concerned gaze. Although her eyes were calm, the dignified body cultivator thought she was somewhat frightened. The tall body cultivator took two steps forward, raised his sword, and stood in front of her.
She was completely covered up.
Song Tingwan: ...
Thanks.
It was worth the spiritual meals she usually provided.
Among the wary crowd, Wan Qiji's actions were particularly eye-catching. Lin Kong's life was slowly slipping away. He took a breath and glanced over unintentionally, and suddenly he couldn't take his eyes off him.
Blood ties are a very strange thing.
The old man's eyes lit up, and his pale lips moved as if to murmur something, but he was unable to speak.
After his anger and anxiety overwhelmed him, Lin Kong felt somewhat weak, but he still managed to condense a wisp of demonic energy and smash the crystal ball in the braided demon's hand to the ground.
The braided demon cried out in alarm, but unexpectedly, the wisp of black and red demonic energy flew to the top of the heads of the Wenjian Sect members, circled around, and slowly landed in front of Wanqiji.
He paused, gripped his knife tighter, and looked past the demonic energy before him, his gaze falling on the dying Demon King with some confusion.
What does this mean?
Lin Kong looked at his unfamiliar and wary gaze with mixed feelings. Tears welled in his old eyes, but he was smiling.
The two demons helped the old demon king out of bed. He could barely walk and relied entirely on his left and right arms for support.
The moment that wisp of demonic energy landed on Wan Qiji, everyone's gaze was filled with complex emotions.
Especially Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi beside him.
Could their good friend have demon blood?
The Cloud Hidden disciples, on the other hand, became more wary.
In the eyes of many, demons have always been a race that commits numerous evils.
But the person in front of me…
Everyone knows Wanqiji's character: a calm and honest cultivator who always works quietly and is even somewhat low-key.
Even if the old Demon King wasn't mistaken, it doesn't seem like a big deal that someone like that has demon blood.
As the young master of Tianji, one of the four major sects, Qin Xi is particularly sensitive to the existence of the Demon Clan.
If it is confirmed that he has demon blood, Aji will not be able to stay in the Sword Inquiry Sect.
Song Siyao was aware of this as well. She watched the old demon king walk step by step toward Wan Qiji, her eyes flashing slightly: "Perhaps you have mistaken us. We come from a prestigious sect and have no blood relation to you."
"We've been here for a while, let's go out under the pretext of having tea."
Without waiting for the three demons to react, she gripped her sword, clasped her hands in a fist salute, and, holding her elder sister's hand, turned and left first.
Before leaving, Song Tingwan turned around and shook her head in a comforting gesture to Wan Qiji.
Tell him not to worry.
Baili Xijiang was completely bewildered, but Qin Xi dragged him out.
The remaining members of Yunyin also clasped their fists and left, leaving the room empty except for Wanqiji, who seemed to have a premonition.
The moment the black mist landed in front of him, the dormant power within him responded to it.
He was forcibly suppressed by Wan Qiji.
Therefore, he neither backed down nor yielded, and looked at the old demon king with a complicated expression.
"Do you...do you have any impression of your mother?" Lin Kong reached out to pat his shoulder, but Wan Qiji dodged.
The old man paused, then sadly withdrew his hand, pretending not to care.
The empty room was eerily quiet. The two demons didn't dare to utter a sound, and obediently supported their Demon King.
Wan Qiji remained silent for a long time.
“I don’t know. Everyone in the family says that my mother was the result of my father’s affairs. Then one day, my father held me, who was crying, and announced that I was his biological son.”
That's why the people in the clan treated him that way.
The father didn't like to talk about his mother, only saying that she was sentimental, and that Wanqiji shouldn't even dream that the person could have such a thing as maternal love.
Lin Kong sighed and rubbed his forehead, "It really does sound like something your mother would do."
"Fortunately, she still has some sense of propriety. Judging from your body, your mother probably suppressed the demonic energy in your body right after you were born, which allowed you to cultivate without any distractions."
After he finished speaking, he put two fingers together, closed his eyes, and took a smear of blood from his forehead, then splashed the demonic blood onto Wan Qiji's brow.
Instantly, the suppressed, surging demonic energy within Wanqiji's body erupted out, colliding with the spiritual energy that originally resided within him.
Wan Qiji clutched his head and groaned, his knee slamming heavily to the ground. Lin Kong hurriedly shook him, trying to help him up.
"I'm sorry, child, I just wanted to prove our blood relation."
Wanqiji knelt on one knee, his veins bulging all over his body. Lin Kong touched his forehead with heartache, suppressing the demonic energy in his body once again.
"I see you get along well with your fellow disciples, and I have no intention of forcing you into anything. If you don't love my position as Demon King, then I'll just have to give up my two trusted confidants, and my days are numbered..."
Seeing him panting heavily, Lin Kong had the disheveled demon bring over a stool, pulled him down to sit, and weakly sighed as he recounted his past.
The demon realm is in chaos. Evil demons wantonly bully and devour honest demons who cultivate diligently, to the point that all the demons who cultivate are fleeing outside the demon realm, otherwise they will be caught and devoured by those demons, and all their hard work of hundreds of years will be in vain.
He was the first to stand up, wanting to protect those demons who were wholeheartedly devoted to good.
In the Demon Realm, there are very few demons who have survived to the Mahayana stage without being killed by the righteous sects.
In addition, the braided devil has an invincible pouch in his sleeve.
Lin Kong used his own abilities to occupy a city so that those kind-hearted little demons could concentrate on their cultivation.
But the other demons were eyeing him covetously. He was a bit of a rascal in his youth and didn't care much about relationships. Until one day, some female demon lost a child at his doorstep. After verifying the bloodline, he suddenly had a biological daughter.
Lin Kong had never raised children and was busy dealing with enemies who coveted Lin City. With his daughter left to her own devices, she became unruly and even inherited his philandering ways.
At that time, a dozen handsome male devils came to his door, demanding that his daughter take responsibility.
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