Ye Wuyou never expected that his Demonic Infant predecessor was none other than the Radiant Immortal King.
With such a shining example before him, why should he worry about not becoming an Immortal King himself?
But for now, he had to survive this ordeal first.
"Ancestor... he also had a Demonic Infant body? When... when did this happen?" Yuwen Xiong exclaimed in shock.
Yuwen Bo replied gravely, "Do you know who created the Demonic Infant technique?"
"Could it be..." Yuwen Xiong's expression twisted into disbelief, "Ancestor himself?"
Yuwen Bo nodded. "Indeed, it was him."
Hearing this, Ye Wuyou grew even more ecstatic. If that was the case, didn’t that make him something like a half-disciple of the Radiant Immortal King? With this connection, perhaps he wouldn’t have to die as Elder Demon Gu’s scapegoat.
Yuwen Bo continued, "Though our Radiant Clan possesses immense bloodline power, granting us unparalleled combat prowess within the same realm, our cultivation speed is merely first-rate, not peerless.
The path to Immortal Kingship is treacherous—only one may emerge in countless millennia. To become an Immortal King, one must stand at the absolute peak in battle strength, talent, aptitude, wisdom, and comprehension. Only then is there the faintest glimmer of hope.
Back then, the Radiant Immortal King understood this hardship all too well. Knowing that every second counted, he devoted himself to studying ancient texts and scriptures, spending a million years to finally create the Demonic Infant technique—a method to elevate one’s innate potential.
From then on, armed with the Radiant Clan’s formidable bloodline and the Demonic Infant body, he broke through countless trials to ascend as an Immortal King. In other words, the Demonic Infant technique played an irreplaceable role in his rise."
Yuwen Xiong’s eyes blazed with fervor as he turned to Ye Wuyou. "Hand over the Demonic Infant technique—now!"
But Yuwen Bo shook his head. "It’s useless. If the technique were so easily mastered, the Ancestor would have shared it with the clan long ago. Why would he need to seek an outsider?"
Yuwen Xiong froze, then protested urgently, "Uncle, what do you mean?"
"The Demonic Infant grants the potential of an Immortal King—such a terrifying, heaven-defying method is not acknowledged by the Great Dao. It defies the natural order, so the conditions to cultivate it are exceedingly harsh, and few can succeed." Yuwen Bo sighed, his aged face creasing further with worry.
Yuwen Xiong grew even more agitated. "Uncle, I’m the clan’s most outstanding genius! If this little wretch could succeed, why not me?"
"Even if you could, the Ancestor would never permit it."
"Why... why not?"
"Because the price of cultivating the Demonic Infant is one he cannot bear."
Yuwen Xiong paled. "The Ancestor is an Immortal King! What in this world could he not endure? Uncle, what are you saying? I don’t understand!"
Yuwen Bo sighed again. "First, the cultivation requirements are brutal, and the success rate is abysmally low—it’s all a matter of fate. Out of millions, barely one might succeed. The cost of failure is death. And even if you succeed, you’ll face a tribulation—one that always surpasses your current realm. Surviving it alone is impossible.
"Ye Wuyou, after you succeeded, did you encounter a tribulation?"
Ye Wuyou nodded, suddenly enlightened. "No wonder! The moment I succeeded, a tribulation descended to annihilate me. Luckily, Elder Demon Gu wanted to use me, so he intervened and saved my life."
After speaking, Ye Wuyou couldn’t help but feel smug. One in millions—so he truly was the Chosen One!
Yuwen Xiong, however, remained unwilling. Born into privilege and power, he had always been proud, believing himself second to none.
If someone could succeed, why couldn’t he be the next?
"Uncle, even if the technique is perilous, I still wish to try. As for the tribulation, our clan has many experts—they can protect me."
But Yuwen Bo shook his head. "It’s far more complicated than that. What I’ve described so far are only the prerequisites. The true horror lies in the aftermath."
Yuwen Xiong’s heart sank. "What price?"
"Fortune."
"Fortune?"
"Indeed. Fortune is intangible yet undeniably real—mysterious and vital. Everyone possesses it. Those with strong fortune stumble upon opportunities wherever they go, escaping danger against all odds.
But those with weak fortune choke on water, suffer cultivation deviations, and attract calamities wherever they tread—even dragging down their loved ones.
The Demonic Infant is rejected by the Great Dao, so its fortune isn’t just bad—it’s abysmal. Like a curse from the heavens, it turns its bearer into a lone star of calamity, dooming their kin and ensuring a life of misery."
"What?!" Ye Wuyou suddenly cried out. "No wonder! The moment I succeeded, Mount Wuyou was slaughtered by Elder Demon Gu, and I was forced to acknowledge him as a father, enduring humiliation daily. So it was all because of my fortune!"
Ye Wuyou was stunned. He had always blamed his misfortunes on Elder Demon Gu, but now he realized—he was simply cursed from the start.
Did that mean the destruction of Mount Wuyou wasn’t Elder Demon Gu’s fault... but his own rotten luck?
"Uncle, but the Ancestor also cultivated the Demonic Infant! Our Radiant Immortal Clan not only survived but thrived!" Yuwen Xiong argued.
"Who told you the clan was unscathed? Eons ago, when the Ancestor first succeeded, he didn’t yet understand the cost. Overjoyed by his enhanced potential, he presented the technique to the clan in exchange for status and resources.
But soon after, strange tragedies struck—clan members died unnaturally, and the entire faction became a target for multiple forces.
Fortunately, a reigning Immortal King at the time traced the root of the misfortune to the Demonic Infant. He intervened, expending great power to stabilize the clan’s fortune and avert annihilation—paving the way for the Ancestor’s eventual rise."
Yuwen Xiong brightened. "Uncle, then doesn’t that mean an Immortal King’s aid is enough? Given the Ancestor’s fondness for me, he’d surely help!"
"Don’t be hasty. Have you not noticed that our clan now has only one Immortal King? Where is the one who saved the Ancestor?"
Yuwen Xiong stiffened, his voice trembling. "You mean..."
"Indeed, that Immortal King perished. Back then, he believed he had suppressed the backlash of the Demonic Infant's fortune, but who could have foreseen that years later, during an expedition deep into the Star Ruins, he would encounter what was hailed as the greatest stellar storm in the history of the Sixth Star Ruins.
Though the storm didn’t kill him outright, it left him severely wounded. Before he could even recover from his injuries, the Great Calamity arrived, and in the end, he met his demise beneath its wrath.
From then on, our Patriarch ascended as the new Immortal King and immediately decreed a ban on the entire clan practicing the Demonic Infant Method.
Now do you understand why you’re forbidden from cultivating it?
No matter how fond the Patriarch is of you, he would never permit you to train in it."
Yuwen Xiong was left utterly dumbfounded, stammering for a long while, "This... this..."
Equally speechless was Ye Wuyou. He had once believed that by enduring humiliation, he would eventually ascend as an Immortal King and take revenge against Elder Demon Gu. But now, it seemed that becoming an Immortal King was out of the question—let alone vengeance. Merely surviving would be a miracle.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
