13: It seems you've been reborn too!

Yin Chaoge, in his painful stupor, seemed to be having a very long dream.

In the dream, Yin Chaoge was not a pitiful youth being hunted, but the Demon Sect Master who referred to himself as 'I' (Gū)!

My name is Chaoge, singing towards the morning sun!

Looking back on my life!

In the dream, I was born without a father. Because I was called a bastard, I fought with someone, which triggered the demonic sect supreme treasure within my left eye, and I watched the youth I was fighting explode into a mist of blood before me.

When I, terrified, stumbled home, I saw my mother lying in a pool of blood, looking up and telling me to flee for my life.

And the following days were an endless nightmare.

Under the relentless pursuit, there were always people who stepped forward to help block the chase.

Only later did I learn that those people were my father's former confidantes, who had been silently protecting me.

Fleeing for a thousand miles, I don't know how many times I escaped death!

Fewer and fewer people protected me, until in the end, I was the only one left.

Until I fled into a mountain forest, with nowhere left to run, I was forced to jump into a river. While drifting in and out of consciousness, I was scooped up by a warm, large hand.

A loud, shouting voice was still clearly audible:

"Oh dear, I didn't catch a fish, but I caught a person!"

"Master, hurry and save him!"

...One was the voice of a young man I could never forget, and the other was the voice of a youth I utterly despised.

It was Master and that hypocritical White Noodle!

Yes, that day I was rescued by Master and Cultivated in the small courtyard.

Five years later, I avenged my parents. At twenty-five, I killed my enemies personally; at thirty, I unified the Demon Sect; and at thirty-five, I led the Demon Sect to launch the Dao-Demon Great War against those sanctimonious, so-called Prestigious Orthodox Sects!

And my greatest enemy was none other than Gu Wanquan, who always wore ostentatious white clothes!

Relying on the Nine Swords of the Sword Immortal bestowed by Master, he made me suffer every time, yet every time I was able to revive using my powerful innate Divine Ability!

Having been killed 37 times, by the 38th Rebirth, I was starting to despair. Could I never defeat that White Noodle?

But heaven never seals off all exits, and a dramatic scene unfolded before me.

Those Prestigious Orthodox Sects who spent all day shouting about killing me actually secretly sought peace and were willing to divide the territory with the Demon Sect!

And the pledge of allegiance these Prestigious Orthodox Sects offered was precisely the head of that White Noodle!

Hearing this news, I nearly laughed my head off.

The justice that White Noodle upheld, the elimination of demons and defense of the Dao he believed in, turned out to be nothing more than others playing a role for him.

They even went so far as to make the woman by his side a chess piece planted next to him!

All for the sake of waiting for this day to kill him!

For a moment, I felt that White Noodle was like a homeless clown.

Although we were both kicked out by Master, Master only told me that he was severing our Master-Disciple relationship, but he never forbade me from seeing him!

Based on this alone, I must be more important than that White Noodle in Master's heart!

I am Master's closest Disciple!

Even in the way I speak and act, Master said I resembled him the most!

Once the Dao and Demon forces jointly crippled that White Noodle, I would lead the Demon Sect to overthrow those sanctimonious Prestigious Orthodox Sects.

Then I would take that White Noodle back to Master and let Master enjoy his remaining years in comfort!

After everything was over, I couldn't wait to see what White Noodle looked like with a shattered Dao Heart and a heart full of despair!

In Master's words:

“Look at him, he looks like a dog!”

Hahaha!

Indecisive, hypocritical, shouting about justice and love—does he really think he can save the world?

Only strength makes the weak bow down, and only strength turns chaos into order!

Some beasts will never know fear until they see blood!

I, who had never won before, finally won!

But I didn't completely win, because I also died... Watching those so-called Prestigious Orthodox Sects kill White Noodle right in front of me, Yin Chaoge was furious, experiencing a rage that made him want everyone present to perish with them!

How dare they! How could they dare!

Only I can kill that guy!

Only I can kill him!

Everyone who dared to kill him before me should be torn into ten thousand pieces!

Yin Chaoge's Qi and blood surged, his fists clenched tight, and the roar of a lion and a tiger echoed within the force of his punches.

I must personally tear everyone on the opposite side to shreds!!!

The result was naturally obvious. Without Referencing Gu Wanquan's sword, the opposing group of so-called Righteous Path members were nothing but a disorganized rabble.

Amidst curses of treachery, I swept through them like a clean-up operation, sending everyone on the opposite side straight to heaven.

Hilarious. Treachery? For a Demon Cultivator like me, isn't treachery just natural?

I still remember the despair in the eyes of that so-called Fairy Ruyan when I sliced her into ten thousand pieces!

In the days that followed, the Demon Sect unified the world, and I was invincible for five years.

Then I died... I died during the height of the summer heat, dying as the enemy of the entire world.

And behind me, those Demon Cultivators who were usually subservient and worse than dogs actually raised their butcher knives against me!

Even until death, Yin Chaoge did not understand why he, who had forcefully overthrown all rules, had clearly led the Demon Sect back to the Peak.

Yin Chaoge, who firmly believed in the supremacy of strength and overpowering everything, felt somewhat lost at this moment.

Yin Chaoge, who had always viewed the Demon Cultivators within the Demon Sect as his slaves and running dogs, now died under the fangs of those running dogs!

How dare these miscellaneous bugs!

How dare they defy me!

Until Yin Chaoge saw the bald man and the shifty-eyed Daoist standing among the Cultivators who were attacking him.

Only then did the habitually arrogant Yin Chaoge begin to doubt himself.

Could I have been wrong too?

...Yin Chaoge suddenly opened his eyes. The intense soreness throughout his body felt like mere ants crawling on him.

Yin Chaoge, who had Cultivated by self-mutilation for years, was practically immune to this kind of pain.

One second, I was watching myself being chopped into meat paste; the next second, I woke up from the dream.

This immense contrast left Yin Chaoge, even as the noble Demon Sect Master, somewhat bewildered.

"What a weak body! Where am I?" Yin Chaoge vaguely clenched his hands, feeling his frail body, momentarily unable to figure out his location.

Borrowing a Corpse to Return the Soul?

Subconsciously, he raised his left hand to cover his eye. Feeling the weak yet extremely familiar power in his left eye, the expression on Yin Chaoge's face turned frantic.

"Hahaha, I'm not dead! How could I, who is blessed by Heaven's Fortune, die! Just wait! The day I return to rule the world will be the day there are no more Cultivators left!"

"I am the Mandate of Heaven! Hahaha!"

Covering his eye with one hand, laughing wildly and using exaggerated language, the Youth in Black sounded completely like an arrogant teenager!

Just as Yin Chaoge was planning his great revenge and preparing to rule the world once more.

Crackle, crackle... The nearby bonfire made the sound of burning wood. Yin Chaoge turned his head and saw a person in white clothes sitting by the fire, intently watching the flames dance.

Yin Chaoge looked at Gu Wanquan, who had clearly died right before his eyes but was now sitting by the fire, and blurted out in shock:

"White Noodle, you're not dead?!"

Hearing this familiar address, Gu Wanquan, who was by the fire, paused his movements, turned his head, and looked at Yin Chaoge, who was sitting dumbfounded on the ground, staring at him.

Gu Wanquan narrowed his eyes, a brilliant smile spreading across his face:

"It seems you also underwent Rebirth, Black Steamed Bun!"