The Demon Lord Yin Wuhui was a complete lunatic.

People say you know a child by their father, but in reality, it's the same the other way around. Hua Che understood him,he  knew Yin Wuhui's madness better than anyone else.

He was cruel, ferocious, and inherently bloodthirsty.

Hua Che once blamed him for abandoning his wife and child, but after learning the whole truth, he suddenly felt fortunate to have been abandoned by Yin Wuhui. If not, what would he have become?

Like the followers of the Fen Qing Palace, becoming Yin Wuhui's manipulated puppet?

Forced to wear the Fen Qing Gu, becoming his eternal killing tool?

This inherited bloodline indeed made him nauseous.

Even if he lived again, it would still make him sick.

Hua Che looked at him coldly, "Why has the Demon Lord come here?"

Yin Wuhui stepped into the room, curiously surveying the hall's layout and painting and pointing. Then he looked at Hua Che, "Do you know who I am?"

Hua Che said expressionlessly, " The public enemy of Kyushu, how could I not know."

"Well, that saves me a lot of explaining," Yin Wuhui called for a chair, sat down arrogantly, and said, "Why haven't you knelt down and called me 'father' yet?"

Hua Che barely restrained himself from losing his temper.

Yin Wuhui had a way of making people feel unpleasant. In his past life, he had appeared at the Martial Arts Tournament, publicly making Hua Che kneel down and call him "father", under the guise of "I am your father".

Back then, Hua Che, full of youthful vigour, couldn't bear it and retorted, "I'd rather call you my uncle!"

Hua Che couldn't remember the scene clearly, but he remembered Yin Wuhui's face being particularly enjoyable.

Simply delightful!

Hua Che couldn't help but want to see it again.

So, Hua Che decisively said, "My father is dead."

Yin Wuhui's face darkened, "How dare you curse your father!"

"My father really is dead!" Hua Che crossed his arms, looking down at him, "If you don't believe it, go ask the whole city of Hangzhou. I only have a mother, no father."

Yin Wuhui suddenly laughed, "Heh, did your mother say that? She hates me, so she pretended to tell you I was dead."

Hua Che's expression turned cold, his tone icy, "You're quite good at jumping to conclusions. Don't assume things. My mother never cared about you. In her eyes, you're less important than a stray cat!"

This statement successfully enraged Yin Wuhui. The Demon Lord in anger could level a million corpses!

The whole house trembled, demonic mist raging through the hall. Yin Wuhui grabbed Hua Che by the neck, bloodshot eyes wide with fury.

Hua Che didn't resist, letting him strangle him, "If you're capable... just do it. If I really am your son, it'd be perfect... you'd end your own lineage!"

Yin Wuhui's hand trembled, fearfully releasing his grip.

Hua Che grabbed the edge of the table, coughing violently for a while.

Yin Wuhui's face turned livid, and it took a while for him to calm down. "This Lord understands now. You are standing up for Hua Xijin’s grievances (NT: original name of Hua Che’s mother), seeking justice, deliberately provoking this Lord."

Hua Che sneered, "You really are a self-proclaimed clever Demon Lord."

In his past life, Yin Wuhui noticed him when he consecutively topped the head position three times. This time, it was purely because Hua Che took the lead and exposed Lu Mingfeng's misdeeds.

Lu Mingfeng and Yin Wuhui, one in the Dao of Immortality and the other a leader in the Demon Dao, Lu Mingfeng suddenly fell from grace, and there was no reason for Yin Wuhui not to pay attention.

Therefore, Yin Wuhui knew about Hua Che.

After investigating his background carefully, naturally he knew who Hua Che was.

"There's no old grudge between father and son." Yin Wuhui showed remarkable magnanimity. "On New Year's Eve, there's no reason for us to be apart. Let's spend our first reunion year together, father and son!"

Seeing his fatherly appearance, Hua Che felt disgusted enough to retch. For the sake of Xiaopang and Grandma Jiang in the backyard, he tried to steer the conversation. "Are you planning to kidnap me to Fen Qing Palace

Yin Wuhui laughed, "How can you call it to ‘kidnap me’ to Fen Qing Palace? It's returning home."

"This Lord remembers, one of the disciples under the Left Protector once attacked you at the Mingyue Valley and ended up being killed by you."

Hua Che replied, "So what?"

Yin Wuhui laughed wildly, "My son is truly remarkable! That ant dared to challenge his superior and deserved to die. And the Left Protector didn't discipline his subordinates properly, committing a grave offense."

Hua Che asked, "You imprisoned Shang Chimai..."

"Locked him in the water dungeon to reflect on his actions," Yin Wuhui chuckled. "How about that? Did that make you feel better, my son?"

In truth, Shang Chimai was genuinely innocent. If Yin Wuhui had known Hua Che's identity at the time, he definitely wouldn't have let his subordinate act so recklessly.

Hua Che remained expressionless, just staring at Yin Wuhui.

"Soon or later, you'll come home," Yin Wuhui dispersed the demonic mist, speaking in a friendly and cordial manner. "Let's go. Accompany your father back to Fen Qing Palace. Of course, you can resist, but then your father will have to resort to some measures."

Yin Wuhui's eyes glinted with malice. "You don't want to disturb those two ants in the backyard, do you?"

The moment Hua Che entered the Demon Realm, memories of too many unpleasant past events flooded back.

He hated this place and loathed the Fen Qing Palace, filled with memories of sorrow. It was a den of demons, home to Yin Wuhui, that insane demon lord, and countless bloodthirsty lesser demons.

Unlike the barren wasteland of the mortal realm, the Demon Realm had towns, villages, mountains, rivers, and even blue skies and white clouds. However, everyone living here was a demonic cultivator. Demonic cultivators were prone to killing and fighting; every few steps one took, they would encounter demonic cultivators brawling and battling to the death. It was a scene of extreme bloodshed.

As for the Fen Qing Palace, it was surrounded by a forest of fiery red maple leaves, a picturesque sight from afar.

Why were the maple leaves of the Fen Qing Palace so red?

Some said it was because the red maple leaves of the Fen Qing Palace were nourished with human blood, naturally appearing more vibrant than ordinary red maple leaves.

How many people had died in this hellish den of demons?

Even Yin Wuhui probably didn't know!

In his past life, he had escaped from the underworld, returned as a vengeful ghost, and killed twenty-six households in anger. Later, he escaped from ghost cultivation, turned to demonic cultivation, and returned to the Demon Realm. Here, everything was in disarray, and the Fen Qing Palace was on the verge of collapse.

It turned out that the demonic cultivators who were forcibly subdued by Yin Wuhui had finally rebelled out of humiliation. Moreover, as Yin Wuhui aged, he developed inner demons and became increasingly erratic. That was when the rebels, led by Left Protector Shang Chimai, seized their opportunity.

Hua Che's first step was to kill Yin Wuhui, and the second step was to unify the fragmented Demon Realm and take the position of Demon Lord in the Fen Qing Palace.

Killing the master and rebelling against the father—those were the words spoken by the world, and they were true; Hua Che was the one who killed him.

Because Yin Wuhui was controlled by inner demons, he could no longer distinguish between night and day, let alone tell hallucination from reality. In front of Hua Che, he revealed everything.

"Why don't you love this Lord? What's wrong with this Lord? Where does this Lord fall short of him? A mere mortal actually dares to defy this Lord! This Lord is the supreme Emperor of the Demon Dao. Hua Xijin, you don't know what's good for you! Don't blame the Demon Lord for being ruthless and merciless!"

In that instant, Hua Che understood everything.

Hua Xijin’s mother was a wandering cultivator, and his father was the only male prince of the court, a prominent and powerful figure.

Even though his father was condemned by the emperor and executed along with his entire family, with his mother, they could have easily fled with hundreds of people.

The massacre of the Hua family was likely carried out by cultivators.

Hua Che had thought about many people, but he had never expected that person to be Yin Wuhui.

Why did he want to kill Hua Xijin’s entire family?

The reason was simple: Yin Wuhui had taken a fancy to this delicately beautiful and stunning woman.

But this beauty had long been engaged and was due to marry in a few years. Furthermore, Hua Xijin had no interest in Yin Wuhui at all. How could a virtuous married woman like Hua Xijin have any connection with the Demon Lord?

Thus, the Demon Lord became furious.

Overnight, the entire family was slaughtered, and Hua Xijin lost all support, even being sold to the brothel as a courtesan.

Hua Xijin carried the child of the demon who massacred her entire family!

Why did she keep the child? Why not abort it?

Because it was still her own bloodline?

Although she harboured deep hatred for the child's father, the child's mother was still herself. So Hua Xijin couldn't bear to do it; she would rather give birth to this disaster and let this tumour grow inside her belly.

Hua Che felt nauseous and hopeless.

Hopeless for Hua Xijin, disgusted by Yin Wuhui.

He killed Yin Wuhui with his own hands.

Darkness enveloped him, no sunlight, no hope. There was no clear sky for thousands of miles, no pure clarity; he was already "tainted," no longer pure and innocent, his entire being corrupted.

He practiced demonic cultivation, his heart darkened.

He flowed with Yin Wuhui's blood; his body was also defiled.

He needed someone untainted to kill him, to release him.

*

Suddenly thinking of Chu Binghuan, Hua Che felt a pang in his heart. He woke abruptly from the whirlpool of memories, and when he reacted, a table full of delicacies and seafood was placed before him.

Yin Wuhui smiled as he raised his wine glass. "Coincidentally, at this hour, my son has grown another year older."

Hua Che closed his eyes, indifferent. "Nauseous, can't eat."

Yin Wuhui's smile deepened. "Just like your mother, so wilful, loves to act spoiled."

"What right do you have to mention her?" Hua Che suddenly stood up, untouched by the dripping water, and was about to leave after saying that.

"Stop!" Yin Wuhui called out.

Hua Che halted.

"More and more unruly. Do you think this Fen Qing Palace is a place you can come and go as you please?" Yin Wuhui's lips curled in a sinister smirk. "If I want you to stay, how will you leave? Imprison you, or simply kill you?"

Hua Che remained calm and raised his voice, "Demon Lord, bloodthirsty and merciless, killing your own son—what does that count for? Go ahead and do it!"

A barrier appeared in front of Hua Che, forcing him to stop. He heard Yin Wuhui continue from behind, "Do you really think this Lord can't do anything to you? You're invulnerable, have no weaknesses?"

Hua Che was stunned.

Yin Wuhui went on, "Yuntian Shuijing, that place called Drunken mansion in the Qinglou, and your sect's Lingxiao Palace. Do you think dyeing these three places red would be especially stunning, especially beautiful?"

Hua Che clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, creaking.

In this lifetime, he didn't want to fight; he just wanted to play with cats and dogs and live a carefree life until death.

But some people just wouldn't let him off.

At least in this life, as in the last, he wanted to kill Yin Wuhui!

 

Translator: DarNan