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Kapitel 1

Chapter 1: The God of the Demon Realm

The lush bamboo forest stands tall under the golden sunlight. The evening breeze gently passes through the bamboo forest, rustling the bamboo leaves and making a soft sound. The slender branches gently patter on the green bamboo, and the rustling sound intertwines with the sound to create a pleasant and peaceful melody.

There was not a trace of irritation in it; listening to it only made one feel refreshed and relaxed.

Hidden among the verdant bamboo grove is a courtyard that blends seamlessly with the bamboo forest in the afterglow of the setting sun, without any sense of incongruity, as if it were meant to be there all along.

The man-made courtyard and the naturally formed bamboo forest complement each other, creating a peaceful and warm scene.

If someone were to intrude, even the most reckless person would have to tread carefully, unwilling to disturb this peaceful and serene beauty.

The golden-red glow of the setting sun bathed the bamboo forest, dancing gracefully on the bamboo leaves, shimmering like a fairyland, making it a place one would never want to leave.

"My lord, my lord... I will never dare to do it again, please spare my worthless life..."

A trembling plea for mercy and a heavy thud shattered the tranquility, the sound echoing from the courtyard and disturbing the twilight peace.

A person was kneeling on the hard bluestone floor, repeatedly banging their forehead against the ground; the heavy thuds came from there.

There were already dark bloodstains on the bluestone floor, and his forehead was a bloody mess, with thick blood flowing down his cheeks, making his whole face look so ferocious and terrifying.

If someone were to see this face now, they would surely gasp in shock, thinking they were seeing things.

Who would have thought that Qing Li, who roamed freely in the demon realm, would be in such a sorry state?

In the demon realm, who doesn't know Qing Li?

Even the demon army of the Demon Lord couldn't do anything to Qing Li. They once sent 300,000 demon soldiers, but they still couldn't surround and kill Qing Li, and he still managed to break through.

Qing Li once boasted that he would definitely take over the position of Demon Lord!

When Qing Li is mentioned, everyone avoids him like the plague.

Not to mention the ordinary demons in the demon realm, even the most powerful demon lords are wary of this person.

Yet Qing Li, who once commanded the winds and rains of the demon realm and instilled fear in everyone, was now kneeling in the hall, trembling with fear like a weak rabbit before a tiger's jaws.

Where is the high spirits they had when they fought against the demon army?

Where is the arrogant spirit of those who made wild pronouncements and were determined to seize the position of demon lord?

At this moment, Qing Li was shaking like a leaf, and the onlookers were afraid that he might accidentally shake all his bones to pieces.

"Lord, Lord..." Whether it was because he was too scared or because he had been begging for too long, Qing Li's voice was so hoarse that it sounded like it had been sanded.

Qingli kowtowed repeatedly while looking up pleadingly at the man sitting at the head of the hall.

The spacious chair could comfortably seat two strong men. The specially widened chair was covered with thick cushions, and judging from the soft luster of the fur on the carpet, it must have been made of the fur of a precious wild animal.

Sitting in such a soft chair is less like sitting and more like sinking into it; the soft, cloud-like comfort is an absolute top-notch enjoyment.

It is probably not even as comfortable and luxurious as the throne of the Demon Lord.

It's quite surprising to see such a chair in a bamboo forest in the wild.

One hand rested lazily on the armrest, its well-defined knuckles resembling fine jade carvings. The hand rested casually on the snow-white cushion, its slender fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, the rounded fingertips seemingly gleaming with a faint luster that mesmerized the eye.

Such perfect hands, yet they did not evoke any sense of beauty in Qing Li. With each gentle tap of those beautiful fingertips, his heart clenched, squeezing the blood out of his heart, unable to return. His chest grew colder and colder, as if his heart was slowly freezing.

"Qingli..." The voice rang out, flowing gently like a clear mountain spring, so clean and pure.

Just hearing this sound was like hearing the sound of flowers blooming in the mountains in March, so gentle, like a spring breeze on your face, exceptionally refreshing.

Why is he here?

The next five words, however, froze the spring atmosphere in the room, instantly turning the early spring of March into the cold winter of December.

These words were not spoken to him. Qing Li froze in fear, his kowtowing ceasing abruptly: "Your Majesty, spare me... spare me..."

The man, who had been reclining in the large, soft chair, laughed. His smile was like a spring breeze rippling across a lake, creating warm, gentle waves.

However, this seemingly gentle smile turned Qing Li's face deathly pale, making him look like a dead man.

"My lord, I..." Before he could even utter a short scream, Qing Li collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open, revealing unbelievable terror.

A thin red line slowly gathered at the throat, and blood gradually surfaced, soon leaving a pool of crimson blood on the ground.

Qing Li, a powerful and influential figure who once dominated the demon realm, died here without a trace.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected off the blood beneath him, creating a scene of utter allure.

Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, the man slightly furrowed his handsome, sword-like eyebrows.

A gray-clad figure appeared instantly, flashing through the hall like a ghost, and all the unsightly objects on the ground vanished.

Not to mention Qing Li's corpse, even that glaring crimson stain had vanished. The smooth bluestone floor was spotless, as if Qing Li had never existed, and as if no one had ever pleaded or kowtowed here.

A graceful woman carrying a tray walked slowly into the hall. She glanced at the exceptionally clean floor and chuckled, "When the Demon Lord finds out, he'll probably thank the Venerable Lord for removing a major threat to his heart."

It seems this woman is extremely favored here, as she speaks much more freely.

The refined man remained slumped in his soft chair, his eyes half-closed, and lazily said, "He only has himself to blame."

The man's words remained as gentle as a spring breeze, but the meaning behind them was extremely arrogant.

He clearly didn't take the demon lord the woman mentioned seriously.

"Disturbing Your Majesty's peaceful slumber is a crime deserving of death." The woman placed the warm porridge on the tray onto the small table next to the man. "However, Your Majesty, in doing so, Qing Li's men will be leaderless and in great chaos."

The man's slender fingers pinched the spoon handle, casually stirred the warm porridge in the bowl, and said indifferently, "Let it be chaotic, what does it have to do with me?"

He doesn't care who he kills today; anyone who trespasses on his territory is doomed.

The woman sighed softly. As expected, the Lord's reaction was just that calm.

She had followed the Lord for so many years, and she had never seen the Lord show any interest in anything.

The Lord doted on her immensely, yet amidst that doting affection, she always sensed his indifference. The feeling of being on the verge of losing him was like being stalked by a venomous snake, impossible to shake off.

"When did the Wuchen Palace change its master?" With a soft clink, the man released his grip, and the spoon he was holding fell back into the bowl, making a crisp sound as it collided with the delicate porcelain bowl.

The sound wasn't loud, but it sent a huge shock through the woman's heart. She hurriedly knelt down and begged for forgiveness in fear: "This servant deserves to die. Please punish me, Your Majesty."

"Get down." The man uttered these two words gently, but to the woman, they felt like two ice needles piercing her heart.

Her body jolted, and she shakily stood up, bowed her head, and carefully placed the bowl of warm porridge back on the tray before carrying it backwards.

She didn't dare to look up. In fact, her forehead was already covered in cold sweat, and her heart was pounding in her head, making her uneasy.

Watching the woman leave, the man leaned back lazily. If his subordinates hadn't deliberately let him pass, would Qing Li have barged in?

"Dark One".

"Your Excellency." A man in gray suddenly appeared before the man and knelt down to pay his respects.

"Clean it up." The man's gentle voice sounded as if he were speaking the most ordinary words.

"Yes." The gray-clad man had barely uttered the word "yes" when he vanished, as if he had never been there at all.

Soon, a slight rustling sound came from within the lush bamboo forest, as if something had fallen to the ground. Soon after, a faint smell of blood drifted through the beautiful twilight.

The setting sun, like blood, cast a crimson, alluring glow over the tranquil bamboo grove.

The man shifted his body, finding a more comfortable position, and muttered to himself, "It's better not to keep useless things."

Did she think she could do whatever she wanted just because he doted on her?

Letting people in without permission takes a lot of nerve.

"My Lord." An Yi returned to report, his body stained with a faint smell of blood, indicating that he had taken necessary precautions.

"Tell the Demon Lord that I don't want to see such a petty trick a second time."

"Yes." An Yi quickly disappeared, relaying the man's order.

A cold glint flashed in An Yi's eyes as he disappeared back into the darkness. The Demon Lord dared to bribe his servants to lure Qing Li to the bamboo grove where the Venerable One was resting; he had to be prepared to bear the Venerable One's wrath.

The Demon Lord had a good plan. They thought Qing Li was troublesome, so they lured him to the Venerable Lord and had him kill Qing Li. It seemed like a perfect plan, but they forgot one thing.

Is our Lord someone who would do the work for others?

It seems the Demon Lord will have to put in a lot of effort to save his life.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly sensed a strange movement. He looked up and was astonished to see the Venerable One take off and fly directly into the air.

His eyes were fixed on a certain place, gazing into the distance, and the brilliance in his eyes was something he had never seen before.

happy!

Even the Lord can have emotional fluctuations?

What could have caused the Lord to act so strangely?

Hidden in the shadows, An Yi suppressed his curiosity and remained motionless until the Venerable One descended from mid-air and returned to the inner courtyard. Only then did An Yi cautiously look in the direction the Venerable One had been gazing.

It wasn't that he was being irrational; it was simply that he had never seen the Lord act so abnormally before. Why would the Lord, who was always so indifferent to everything, suddenly come to check on things personally?

An Yi gazed into the distance, finding nothing unusual in the mountains. Suddenly, An Yi's eyes widened. There was only one woman in the mountains... Could this be the reason for the Lord's abnormality?

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Chapter Two: The Elder's Daughter

"An Yi." A gentle voice seemed to ring in his ear, startling An Yi so much that he quickly withdrew his gaze and disappeared into the darkness, no longer daring to look at the person the Lord was watching.

Who exactly is that woman?

Suppressing all his curiosity, An Yi remained in the shadows, ready to serve at any moment, not daring to offend the Lord.

However, his mind had already been piqued by the curiosity of the woman in the distant mountains.

In the distant mountains, the woman was completely unaware that her every move had been observed by certain people, and continued to leisurely pick up tree branches.

"Oh my, my lady, what are you still doing here?" A woman in her forties ran over, lifting her skirt, and grabbed the young woman's hand. "My lady, it's getting dark, why aren't you home yet?"