221: Demon Palace!

“Revenge?”

Xun Nanleng was first stunned, then a smile uglier than crying appeared on his dirt-covered face.

“With what shall I take revenge?”

His voice was hoarse, filled with endless self-mockery and despair.

“I am just a Mortal with no power to bind a chicken, I don’t know any martial arts, nor do I know any powerful figures.”

“Aside from this heart already filled with hatred, I… have nothing.”

The old man, Lu Yuchen, looked at his lifeless expression and did not rush to speak. He simply sat down leisurely by the bonfire, pulled out a still-warm roasted chicken from hisPregnant, and tore off a drumstick to gnaw on.

The rich aroma of the meat instantly stirred the cravings in Xun Nanleng’s stomach. He subconsciously swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Eat.”

Lu Yuchen tossed the other drumstick over.

Xun Nanleng hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he couldn’t resist the physiological urge. He grabbed the drumstick and devoured it ravenously.

After an entire roasted chicken, Xun Nanleng’s numb body finally regained some Qi.

He looked at the unfathomable old man before him, and for the first time, a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes, which were previously consumed by hatred.

“You… who exactly are you? Why do you ask this question? Do you know what happened to me?”

“Just an old man passing by.”

Lu Yuchen wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth, his voice calm.

“However, in my life, what I despise the most is bullying the weak and disregarding human life.”

He paused, then changed the subject, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

“Little one, have you ever heard of… the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect?”

Boom!

Xun Nanleng’s body trembled violently, and his eyes instantly burst forth with terrifying light.

Tai Xuan Immortal Sect!

This name had been like thunder in his ears recently!

“Could it be… Senior, you are from the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect?!”

He cried out in surprise, his voice filled with unbelievable ecstasy and… a faint glimmer of hope.

“You… you want to help me take revenge?!”

“Tai Xuan Immortal Sect?”

Lu Yuchen scoffed at his words, his laughter filled with disdain.

He directly brought out the “script” he had prepared earlier.

“Do those people even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as this old man?”

He looked up at the sky, his eyes deep, his voice long and drawn out.

“Even the Immortal of the current Tai Xuan Immortal Sect was defeated by my hands!”

His words were incredibly boastful.

Xun Nanleng’s mind buzzed from the bragging.

Sure enough, he had overthought it.

This old man, isn’t he a lunatic?

Seeing this, Lu Yuchen wasn’t annoyed, he just chuckled.

He stood up and waved at Xun Nanleng, who still looked unconvinced.

“Kid, hold on tight.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his large hand, sweeping Xun Nanleng up.

The two soared into the sky, transforming into a streak of light, tearing through the vast expanse.

Xun Nanleng only felt his vision blur, the stars shifting, the wind whistling in his ears, and the mountains and rivers below rapidly shrinking.

Flying… flying up?!

What kind of method was this?

In just a dozen breaths of time.

The two had already appeared a thousand miles away, at the peak of an unknown solitary peak.

Lu Yuchen slowly descended, releasing his hand.

Xun Nanleng’s legs went soft, and he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath.

He looked at the old man before him, whose robes fluttered, like a celestial being, and his doubts lessened somewhat.

“Se… Senior…”

Lu Yuchen ignored his shock, simply glancing indifferently at the thousand-zhang-high solitary peak beneath his feet.

Then he slowly raised his right hand and struck an empty palm at the hard mountain body.

“Buzz—”

A faint hum.

Under the boy’s gaze.

The summit of the thousand-zhang solitary peak had already collapsed and even disappeared.

In its place was a terrifying palm print, a thousand meters deep, with edges as smooth as a mirror.

One palm, flattening a mountain!

“Gulp.”

Xun Nanleng swallowed with difficulty.

He could no longer restrain himself, rushing to Lu Yuchen and falling to his knees with a “thump.”

“Disciple Xun Nanleng, greets Revered Master!”

“I beg Revered Master to accept me as your Disciple and impart to me supreme divine techniques! This Disciple is willing to serve Revered Master like an ox or a horse, even if it means ten thousand deaths!”

“Hehe.”

Lu Yuchen smiled profoundly and helped him up.

“It’s not impossible to want to become my Disciple.”

“However…” He changed the subject, his voice carrying a hint of unknown meaning, “The Dao I cultivate is neither Immortal, nor Buddha, nor the martial Dao of Mortals.”

“It is… Demonic Path!”

Demonic Path?

Xun Nanleng’s heart tightened at the words, and a flicker of hesitation appeared in his eyes, which were consumed by hatred.

But this hesitation was fleeting.

He thought of his brutally murdered parents, his sister who was ravaged to death, and the ugly faces of those hypocritical righteous individuals!

This world had already lost all light!

Since that was the case, then… let him fall into endless darkness!

“Disciple, I am willing!”

His voice was hoarse, yet filled with undeniable determination!

“As long as I can get revenge, as long as I can make this world feel the pain I’ve endured!”

“What does it matter if I transform into a demon?!”

The Acquired Demonic Heart that had just formed within his body at this moment began to beat frantically, as if cheering and leaping with joy!

“Good! Good! Good!”

Lu Yuchen clapped his hands in praise, a look of “teachable child” satisfaction on his face.

He looked at the young man before him, whose eyes were like those of a lone wolf, and slowly spoke, his voice long and drawn out.

“My lineage is called ‘Moluo Palace’.”

“Legend has it that our Ancestral Master was the Personal Disciple of the Ancient Demonic Ancestor, Great God Rahu.”

Rahu?

Xun Nanleng looked confused; this was the first time he had heard that name.

“Great God Rahu was a supreme existence on par with Dao Ancestor Hongjun!”

Lu Yuchen began his most skilled “fabrication” endeavor.

“He wielded the Four Immortal Slaying Swords, set up the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, which could not be broken by less than four Saints! He once, by his own power, contended against the entire Dao Sect, causing the heavens to collapse, the earth to crack, and the sun and moon to lose their light!”

“He is the true Ancestor of the Demonic Path in this world!”

Xun Nanleng’s mind swayed as he listened, and for the first time, yearning and… fanaticism appeared in his eyes, which were consumed by hatred!

Demonic Ancestor Rahu!

This was the true strong one!

Just as his mind was surging, Lu Yuchen pulled out a broken piece of wood he had picked up from somewhere, and a small knife, from hisPregnant.

While casually carving, he spoke indifferently.

“The Legacy of my Moluo Palace all comes from Great God Rahu.”

In just a moment, a wooden carved divine statue with a blurred face, yet emanating a terrifying and supreme demonic might, had taken shape.

He tossed the wooden carving over.

“Here, catch.”

“This is the Legacy token of my Moluo Palace. Take it and comprehend it with your heart.”

“See if you have an affinity with my Demonic Dao.”