A spell formed in his hand and shot toward me, but in desperation, I opened my mouth and bit down on his side with all my might. He let out a muffled groan, as if I had disrupted the flow of his energy, and the spell in his hand dissipated as his body sank slightly.
The vortex behind me surged with intensified force, pulling both of us into its chaotic depths.
Before I lost consciousness, only one thought crossed my mind.
The Demon Lord’s waist… the muscle was impressively firm.
And then?
When I woke up, something miraculous had happened.
The Demon Lord and I had arrived at Cang Lan Mountain—three hundred years in the past.
I regained consciousness in a world of ice and snow, only to find the Demon Lord half-buried in the snow beside me.
Although I hadn’t yet figured out the situation, I had a single thought: I had to kill him.
This Demon Lord, in his day, murdered his mentor, slaughtered his fellow disciples, colluded with demonic clans, and wreaked havoc across the land. His crimes were so heinous that no one in history before or after him could compare. His infamy was so great that even now, parents used his name to scare misbehaving children.
Since I was the one who released him, I had to fix this colossal mistake.
Infusing my dagger with a spell, I slashed it fiercely across his throat. With a sharp "swish," sparks flew where the blade met his skin. Then, to my horror, the edge of my dagger rolled…
It rolled…
My jaw nearly hit the ground. This Chuyun Dagger was a celestial weapon gifted to me by my mother! Staring at the Demon Lord's unharmed neck, I didn’t even have time to mourn my mother’s treasured artifact. Trembling, I quickly stowed the dagger and scrambled away in a panic.
This guy’s body was impenetrable!
No wonder that three hundred years ago, the combined might of the three great immortal sects could only seal him rather than kill him. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to kill him—they couldn’t!
I was doomed. I had made an irreparable mess of things.
As I panicked, uncertain of my next move, I suddenly felt a tight grip around my ankle. A chill ran through me as I turned to look—sure enough, the Demon Lord had awoken. His ice-cold hand clasped my ankle with unyielding strength. His jet-black eyes radiated a murderous aura that pierced my heart, and deep within them, I faintly saw a glimmer of red light.
I knew that was demonic energy.
Trying to stay calm, I pleaded, “My lord! I don’t care about my life—just tell me what you want!”
He pulled at my ankle, struggling out of the snow as he did so, looking as disheveled as I felt. “A disciple of Cang Lan Sect?” His voice was cold as snow.
After being sealed under the Ling Jing Lake in Cang Lan Mountain for three hundred years, he must have developed a deep hatred for the Cang Lan Sect disciples. I quickly shook my head and disavowed any connection. “No, no, no! I’m not!” Seeing his gaze linger on my robes, I hastily explained, “These are stolen! I… I’m from the demon clan!”
In my desperation to save my life, I had no choice but to reveal my greatest secret, hoping he would show mercy to a fellow demon.
He paused for a moment, and I felt a strange energy seep from his grip on my ankle and probe into my body. I knew he was investigating my origins, so I didn’t resist, letting the energy flow through me. After a moment, he asked, his expression unreadable, “Half-human, half-demon?”
I nodded. “My father is a demon, and my mother… she’s a cultivator.”
His expression shifted, and for a moment, I could clearly see the fluctuation in his emotions.
Wait… could it be that my lineage disgusted him even more than a connection to the Cang Lan Sect?
Why didn’t he say so earlier? I would have gladly claimed to be a Cang Lan disciple instead!
In the end, he spared my life.
The Demon Lord dragged me along as we descended the snowy mountain. At the time, I didn’t realize why the scenery of Cang Lan Mountain felt so unfamiliar. It wasn’t until we passed under the tall, majestic archway of the Cang Lan Sect that I muttered, “When did this archway get so new and clean?”
The Demon Lord glanced at me, then asked in a deep voice, “You just said… I was sealed for three hundred years?”
I nodded. Seeing him narrow his eyes, I quickly raised my hand, swearing to the heavens, “If I’ve spoken even half a word of falsehood, may I be struck by lightning and meet a terrible end!”
The Demon Lord’s expression flickered, and finally, he murmured, “Then this must be three hundred years ago.”
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