The Past of the Second Daughter

There was no hesitation, no mercy.

In the eyes of their family, Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue were no longer hopes, but disgraces.

They were the laughingstock, the gossip of those who almost became geniuses but turned out to be a joke.

They were an indelible stain on their parents' faces.

Even their parents could not stand the sight of them.

They were thrown into the most remote corner of the family's territory and left to fend for themselves.

Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, the two girls turned fourteen.

For fourteen years, they had no resources, no guidance, and no help whatsoever with their cultivation.

They remained merely possessing Ordinary Demon Seeds, still showing no signs of brilliance, still the same trash in everyone's eyes.

The disgust directed at them only grew heavier.

But at the same time, something else began to quietly take place—

The two girls were growing up.

The bloodline of the Succubus Clan began to manifest in them.

Their once immature faces gradually matured, becoming increasingly exquisite.

Silver hair cascaded down like waterfalls, their skin was so white it was almost transparent, and their brows and eyes carried a natural, captivating charm that made it impossible to look away.

Their beauty was considered top-tier among the entire younger generation of the Vampire and Succubus Clans.

Thus, they began to draw attention.

No longer spurned as trash, but coveted as prey.

That day, as usual, the two girls went to the mountains near the family territory to forage for food.

Their lives were bitter; without cultivation resources, they had to rely on themselves just to secure basic food and clothing.

Digging for wild vegetables, picking wild fruits, and occasionally catching a wild hare with a trap was a rare delicacy.

Just as they had their heads down looking for wild herbs, a group of figures emerged from the surrounding bushes.

They were young men from the Vampire Clan.

Seven or eight of them, each wearing a malicious smile.

They recognized the leader—the youngest son of a certain powerful figure in the clan.

They closed in, their gazes roaming unscrupulously over the two girls, looking at them like vicious wolves locking onto their prey.

The girls' expressions drastically changed.

Without hesitation, they turned and ran!

Thorns tore at their dresses and scratched their skin, but they ignored the pain; branches whipped their faces, leaving bloody trails, but they didn't bother to wipe them.

They had only one thought—run! We cannot be caught!

But they were just two fourteen-year-old girls with abysmal cultivation.

While those chasing them were men who had long since begun their cultivation, with the blood of the Vampire Clan flowing through their veins.

The distance grew shorter and shorter.

The laughter grew clearer and clearer.

They seemed to be intentionally holding back from catching them quickly, as if toying with their prey.

Finally—

They were forced to the edge of a cliff.

It was the Dark Abyss.

One of the famous perilous lands in the Demon Realm. It was bottomless, with turbulent spatial currents swirling below. No living creature that fell into it had ever survived.

Behind them were the sinisterly smiling figures closing in step by step.

Before them was the endless abyss.

The two girls exchanged a glance.

At that moment, they saw the exact same thing in each other's eyes—

Absolute unyielding defiance.

They were trash, they were outcasts, they were existences despised by all demons.

But they would absolutely never allow these vampires to defile them.

They turned around.

And leaped.

The wind howled in their ears, and darkness spread before their eyes.

They closed their eyes.

And then—

A wave of dizziness washed over them.

When they opened their eyes again, everything before them had changed.

It was no longer the endless darkness of the Dark Abyss, nor the howling gales.

Instead, it was an unfamiliar, brightly lit grand hall.

You woke up a bit faster than expected.

A voice came from ahead.

The two girls snapped their heads up, their bodies instinctively tensing as they entered a defensive stance.

Not far away stood a man.

Dressed in black with dark hair, his expression was calm as he looked at them.

Hello, my name is Gu Changyuan.

He spoke in a casual tone, simply introducing himself.

I want to take you as my disciples.

The two girls were stunned.

Take them... as disciples?

They exchanged a bewildered look, then turned back to the man. The wariness in their eyes exploded instantly, like a cat whose tail had just been stepped on!

Disciples?

Them?

Two pieces of trash abandoned by their family? Two Ordinary Demon Seeds? Two burdens who were good for nothing except their pretty faces?

Who was he trying to fool?!

The only thing they had to offer was their looks. This man was definitely after their bodies!

You don't believe me?

Gu Changyuan looked at their vigilant, beast-like eyes without any surprise.

He spoke slowly, his tone remaining calm:

Your Demon Seeds are not Ordinary Demon Seeds.

They are Formless Demon Seeds.

The two girls trembled.

The Formless Demon Seed that only existed in legends, of which there were no more than twenty in the entire Demon Realm?!

I can help you awaken them.

After saying this, Gu Changyuan said no more, quietly watching them.

The two girls did not answer.

They continued to stare at him warily. In their gazes was suspicion, defense, and a clear message of you're lying.

There was also a trace... an incredibly faint trace of hope that even they themselves had not noticed.

Gu Changyuan noticed that the frames of these two little girls were somewhat too thin and frail.

Fourteen-year-old girls should be experiencing a growth spurt, but they looked much more emaciated than their peers.

With a thought, he waved his right hand.

A pile of items appeared out of thin air on a nearby table.

It was—food.

But it was not food from the Demon Realm.

It was food from the Human Realm.

The two girls had never seen these things before.

Growing up in the most remote corner of their family's territory, how could they have ever seen such exquisite food?

The moment the aroma wafted over—

Saliva embarrassingly flowed from the corners of their mouths.

But they still did not move.

They stared intently at the food, their throats bobbing as they desperately swallowed their saliva, yet they stubbornly refused to take a single step forward.

Gu Changyuan looked at their appearance—clearly starving to death, yet forcing themselves to stay put—and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

He walked forward, casually picked up a pastry, took a bite, chewed, and swallowed.

Then, he picked up a piece of dried meat and took a bite of that as well.

It's not poisoned,

he said flatly.

Then, he turned around and left the room.

Think it over yourselves.

The door gently closed.

Only the two girls were left in the room, along with the table full of food radiating a fatal temptation.

They stared at the food, their eyes completely glazed over with hunger.

They wanted to eat...

But they couldn't...

What if it was poisoned? What if they passed out after eating, and then that man would...

But, it smelled so incredibly good...

Right at that moment, their stomachs embarrassingly growled.

Grumble—

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

The girls' faces instantly flushed red.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing the same struggle, the same craving, and the same thought in each other's eyes: Maybe just one tiny bite?

Ultimately, hunger triumphed over wariness.

Mo Yingluo carefully reached out her hand, picked up the smallest pastry, and placed it in her mouth.

At that moment, her eyes widened.

Delicious!

It was truly too delicious!

She had never eaten anything so delicious in her life!

Seeing her older sister's expression, Mo Yingyue finally couldn't hold back either; she picked up a piece and took a bite.

Then, her expression mirrored her sister's exactly.

And then—

All caution, all vigilance, and any lingering thoughts of whether it was poisoned were cast completely to the wind.

They devoured the food ravenously, looking exactly like starving ghosts who had been famished for eight lifetimes.

Standing outside the door, Gu Changyuan listened to the faint, whirlwind-like sounds of their frantic feasting, and the smile on his lips deepened a fraction.