The headquarters of the Mo Clan was bustling with people.
Many newly recruited disciples poked their heads out from both sides of the palace columns, curiously sizing up the resurrected Demon Cult Holy Son.
"Is he the Demon Cult Holy Son?"
"Is he the tragic figure who, according to legend, saved the world multiple times by foiling the plots of the righteous path, and was eventually attacked by the angry leaders of the righteous path and unfortunately lost his life?"
"Damn it! I'm actually seeing him in person!"
Whispers kept rising.
Ye Shu followed behind the protector, looking straight ahead, his expression remaining unchanged. In contrast, Chu Jinghong looked around with a look of wonder in his eyes.
As a true - disciple of the first sect of the righteous path in the Eastern Wasteland,
it was his first time strolling so casually within the territory of the Demon Cult, and what's more... being treated with respect?
Chu Jinghong looked at Ye Shu in front of him with a strange look in his eyes.
How on earth did his little junior brother, a member of the righteous path, manage to get involved with the Demon Cult and even become the Holy Son? This was just too absurd.
"Please don't take it amiss, Saint Son."
The protector walking in front turned back and smiled apologetically.
"Since our Demon Cult doesn't have a person favored by fate, the fight between the two sides didn't affect us. Instead, due to the chaotic situation, many people have joined our Demon Cult. The number of people in the cult has more than doubled in the past month."
"I see."
Ye Shu nodded slightly and murmured softly, "It's good to have more people... It's good..."
"We owe it all to the Saint Son's blessings."
The protector's smile never faded as he flattered, "If it weren't for the Saint Son's amazing battle records, slaying all those brilliant disciples of the holy lands and hidden clans, which made people yearn for our cult, how could so many people have joined our Demon Cult?"
"Thanks to the Saint Son."
He was beaming from ear to ear, which showed that he truly admired Ye Shu.
This left Chu Jinghong clicking his tongue in amazement.
The Demon Cult venerating a person from the righteous path. Unheard - of!
The three of them walked along and soon arrived at Liu Ruyi's residence. The protector stopped at the door and made a gesture of invitation, saying, "The Saintess's beauty has faded. The Demon Sect Leader once ordered that no one should damage the Saintess's dwelling. But since the Saint Son is the Saintess's Taoist partner, it's naturally okay. I won't go in. Saint Son, please wait a moment. Let me go and inform Aqi."
"Go ahead."
Ye Shu waved his hand slightly and then strode across the threshold.
As soon as they entered the room and saw that there was no one around, Chu Jinghong couldn't hold back anymore. He jumped up and sat on an empty table, looking at Ye Shu with curiosity and impatiently saying, "Little junior brother, how on earth did you get involved with the Demon Cult and even become the Holy Son? You're so amazing!"
"It's a long story."
Ye Shu looked at the familiar furnishings in the room, found a chair, sat down, and smiled. "Let me make it short."
"Do you remember that demon girl at the disciple - recruitment ceremony?"
"Remember."
Chu Jinghong nodded. "The one who flirted with you at our disciple - recruitment ceremony and called you her husband, right?"
"That's right. She is the Demon Sect's Holy Maiden." Ye Shu said, "It was also her who resurrected me in this Demon Cult and gave me the identity of the Holy Son to protect me."
"Wait a minute!"
Chu Jinghong suddenly jumped off the table and stared at him in shock. "You mean it was the Demon Sect's Holy Maiden who resurrected you?"
"Why? You, her... This..."
He stammered incoherently, "So that's the reason why the first thing you did after being resurrected was to come to the Demon Cult? No wonder I thought the woman who died in your arms that day looked familiar. It was her!"
He couldn't even imagine how explosive this was!
A hundred and eight untold stories between a righteous fairy and a demon saintess. There was contrast, tragic love, regret, and sadness.
"Yes, that's the reason I came back."
Ye Shu smiled and didn't refute. "Some things need to be clarified. Otherwise, I'll never be at peace."
"How wonderful..."
Chu Jinghong slumped down on the table, his eyes full of envy. "I wish I could also have such a crazy and unforgettable love, just like in the comic books."
Ye Shu: "............"
This was clearly a sad story. Why was this guy envious of such a thing?
Just as they were talking, there was a sound at the door.
"Is... Is it the Saint Son?"
Aqi stood hesitantly at the door, peering inside. When he clearly saw Ye Shu's face, two lines of hot tears instantly fell. "It's... really you. You're still alive."
"A real man shouldn't cry."
Ye Shu stepped forward, smiled, and led him into the room. Then he said,
"Aqi, I'm here for only one thing."
"Please give your orders, Young Master!"
Aqi didn't hesitate at all and knelt on one knee. "It was the Young Master who gave me a second life. No matter what it is, Aqi will surely spare no effort!"
"Good."
Ye Shu stood up and put a hand on his shoulder.
"You've been with Liu Ruyi the longest. I want you to tell me truthfully how many years passed from the first time Liu Ruyi killed someone after joining the Demon Cult to the last time she did."
Aqi was suddenly stunned on the spot, not knowing what to do.
Obviously, he hadn't expected Ye Shu to ask such a question, but he still answered truthfully, "Report to the Young Master. As far as I know, from the first time the Saintess killed someone to the last time, it was about thirty - four years, three months, and five days."
"Good."
Ye Shu nodded and then strode out of the room.
All that was left was Aqi kneeling there, looking blankly at Ye Shu's departing back.
"Is... Is it over?"
He looked at Chu Jinghong, still in disbelief.
"What are you looking at me for? How would I know." Chu Jinghong curled his lips, jumped off the table, and quickly caught up with Ye Shu. He asked,
"You came to the Demon Cult just to ask this?"
"Just to ask this." Ye Shu said straightforwardly.
"What? What?"
Chu Jinghong looked blank, scratching his ears and cheeks. He racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what the significance of asking this was. Just as he was about to ask again, the two of them had already arrived at the main hall of the Demon Cult.
"Hehe, the Saint Son has returned."
The Demon Sect Leader sat high on the main seat, beaming from ear to ear. "I knew you had high luck and were not an ordinary person."
Looking at the smiling Demon Sect Leader, Ye Shu was also a bit confused. Who on earth had convinced this guy to really regard him as the Holy Son?
But this matter didn't matter much anymore.
"Leader."
Ye Shu bowed slightly, holding his hands up. His eyes were filled with endless pity. "I'm here today for the prosperity of the Demon Cult. I have a method that can get the Demon Cult out of trouble and free it from the shackles of the Zhao Clan and the Mo Clan. It just requires a small price."
"What price?"
The Demon Sect Leader immediately became interested. "Just tell me. As long as it can revive the demonic path, what's the cost?"
"The cost is..."
Two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of Ye Shu's eyes as he held his hands high.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a blinding blood-red light rose up and enveloped the entire territory of the Demon Sect. All the disciples within the Demon Sect immediately let out miserable wails as their bodies disintegrated inch by inch, transforming into long dark-red threads that merged into the great formation.
"This is... the Blood Sacrifice Formation!"
The Demon Sect Leader's pupils constricted sharply, and he slammed the seat forcefully. "Ye Shu, what have you done?!"
"I'm saving you all," Ye Shu replied with tears in his eyes but a calm tone.
"Presumptuous!"
The Demon Sect Leader was so enraged that he laughed instead. "Do you really think that a mere cultivator at the Return to Void Realm can take me down with the Blood Sacrifice Formation? How dare you scheme against me!"
Just as he was about to raise his hand to strike and kill Ye Shu, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
"Then take a look behind you."
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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
