Like a divine thunderbolt from the heavens, it struck fiercely upon Yin Wuhui's head.

Outside the door, Chu Binghuan was also left dumbfounded.

To his surprise, upon learning the tragic news, Yin Wuhui burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha..."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Yin Wuhui stepped forward, gripping Xie Wanting's collar forcefully. "Have you gone mad? As the master of the Yeyou Mansion, you can't even protect your own woman. While you were being revered and surrounded by thousands of followers, Hua Che suffered in the brothel, enduring hardships and debauchery just to survive. You can't accept these facts, so you've gone mad and started spouting nonsense!"

Xie Wanting clenched his fists tightly and swung toward Yin Wuhui's face, but Yin Wuhui dodged it skillfully. "Do you think twisting Hua Che into your child will make you feel any better? Haha, dream on! I know better than you whose blood Hua Che truly carries!"

Xie Wanting also grabbed Yin Wuhui's collar, shouting hoarsely, "Who's the madman here? Who's talking nonsense?"

Chu Binghuan's shock turned into disbelief, then from confusion to sudden realization.

At first listen, this might seem incredible. The son of a despised courtesan, feared as the Demon Lord's child, now completely denied, claiming that Hua Che was actually Xie Wanting's son!

Ranked alongside Yuntian Shuijing and Feng Ming Valley, one of the three major sects in the world of cultivation, the Yeyou Mansion's only young master.

Hua Che's resemblance to Hua Sijin was striking; even bystanders wouldn't dare to guess randomly when he stood next to Xie Wanting.

Upon closer examination, Hua Che shared similarities with Xie Wanting.

For instance, his envy-inducing, exceptionally high talent and profound musical accomplishments had reached an unprecedented level of madness.

Wasn't this inheriting Xie Wanting's traits?

Then there was Hua Che's state of mind. He was as different from Yin Wuhui as heaven and earth, lacking Yin Wuhui's ruthlessness, brutality, and bloodshed, yet possessing Xie Wanting's gentleness, humility, kindness, and righteousness.

In the previous life, because of Hua Che's identity as the Demon Lord's son, people banded together to suppress and kill him.

If the truth had been revealed then, if people had known that Hua Che wasn't Yin Wuhui's son but Xie Wanting's descendant, would the tragic events have been avoided?

In just a brief moment, Chu Binghuan figured it out.

The boundary between past and present lay with Hua Che's masters: one was Lu Mingfeng, the other Zhuang Tian.

When Hua Che was the Shang Qing Immortal Master, his noble status was inherent, carrying the aura of the Supreme Immortal Sect; other cultivators had to address him respectfully as 'Immortal Master.' Coupled with Lu Mingfeng's tutelage, his status was even more distinguished. Xie Wanting, even if he wanted to, had no standing to advise Hua Che. Moreover, in the previous life, Hua Che practiced the way of the sword, fundamentally incompatible, naturally leading to minimal interaction."

In this life, things were completely different. Practicing the Dao of Music, naturally, Hua Che wouldn't conceal Hanxue. He took out the Purple Bamboo Flute in front of everyone, catching Xie Wanting's attention. During the Ten Thousand Sects Martial Arts competition, Zhuang Tian appeared particularly enthusiastic, unconcerned with others guiding his disciple. Instead, he was pleased that Hua Che received teachings from Master Xie.

Naturally, they intersected and paid attention to each other.

Yin Wuhui angrily shouted, 'Shut up! Shut up! You dare not steal my son. He is my bloodline, the flesh and blood of Hua Sijin and me!'

Yin Wuhui's killing intent was fully revealed, and Chu Binghuan instinctively rushed in, waving his sleeve and releasing a poisonous mist. Yin Wuhui's eyes widened, swiftly evading and neutralizing the poison mist with his true energy.

Xie Wanting was greatly surprised. “Young Master Chu?”

Yin Wuhui didn't get angry at Chu Binghuan's sudden intervention; instead, he laughed heartily. “Isn't this my son-in-law!”

Chu Binghuan ignored him and turned to Xie Wanting. “Master Xie, Hua Che is in the water dungeon.'”

Xie Wanting nodded. “Your uncle and your mother have also arrived. They should be outside the Fen Qing Palace soon.”

Yin Wuhui pointed at Xie Wanting and said to Chu Binghuan, 'You are my son's beloved. I won't kill you, but this scum, I will not let him off easy.'

Yin Wuhui revealed his murderous intent, and the surrounding atmosphere tensed. Chu Binghuan felt a fierce pressure. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed before him. The millennia-old Demon Lord instantly arrived in front of Xie Wanting, as a black tiger wanting to viciously dig out Xie Wanting's heart.

Chu Binghuan reacted swiftly, using his full strength to strike Yin Wuhui with the Burning Soul technique. The Dragon Bone Whip struck the ground with a crackling sound, igniting Yin Wuhui's black robe with flames capable of burning a cultivator's soul, but unable to penetrate Yin Wuhui's protective true energy. Yin Wuhui smirked, his gaze towards Chu Binghuan now sharper. “Son-in-law, I spare you only for Hua Che's sake. If you push me too far...”

Xie Wanting felt a chill in his heart, not out of fear for Yin Wuhui but instinctively feeling the disparity in their realms.

Stepping beside Chu Binghuan, Xie Wanting said softly, “Chu Tianyu, go to the water dungeon.”

Chu Binghuan understood Xie Wanting's implied meaning: elders protect the younger generation, perhaps allowing them to escape death. But here, Xie Wanting against the Demon Lord meant certain death.

Chu Binghuan's gaze narrowed. “Shouldn't Master Xie be with Hua Che? Aren't you his father?'”

These words struck directly at the softest part of Xie Wanting's heart. As a father, dying without acknowledging his own son felt unjust.

Xie Wanting smiled bitterly, shaking his head. He said to Chu Binghuan, “Remember to tell Hua Che that his father isn't just some hated demon; his father is me.”

Yin Wuhui, unable to bear it any longer, drew his sword mercilessly and charged at Xie Wanting!

Xie Wanting held the Seven-String Ancient Zither in his arms, prepared to fight to the death. Unexpectedly, Chu Binghuan suddenly pushed him aside. Xie Wanting was caught off guard. “Chu Tianyu!?'”

Chu Binghuan swept away Yin Wuhui's ruthless sword with the Listening Spring Sword, altering its blade unexpectedly. Even Yin Wuhui was surprised. He thought his swordsmanship was unparalleled, but unexpectedly, a younger junior saw through his moves.

Unfortunately, despite Chu Binghuan's insight, he lacked the strength to match Yin Wuhui. With several swift flashes, Chu Binghuan instinctively countered the sword energy. He knew one sword was the target, but he was struggling to cope, only able to watch as the sword pierced his heart..."

Xie Wanting: "Chu Tianyu!"

Yin Wuhui forcefully drew his sword, and in the merciless moment of separation, blood sprayed out. He watched with apparent enjoyment as the crimson liquid splattered on Chu Binghuan's spotless white robe, intoxicatedly saying, "So beautiful."

The moment Chu Binghuan fell, outside the door, a hurriedly returning demonic cultivator's heart inexplicably burst, a bloody hole appearing in his chest as he collapsed on the spot, dead.

Yin Wuhui's laughter abruptly ceased.

Chu Binghuan, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly transformed into a burst of fragmented light, rising and dissipating in the air. At the same time, Chu Binghuan stood tall in the distance. Besides the blood stains still on his chest, the bloody hole was nowhere to be seen.

Xie Wanting was greatly shocked. "You..."

Yin Wuhui saw clearly and said darkly, "Miraculous healing?"

Miraculous healing was a superior technique. How could Chu Binghuan, a mere young man, have learned it?

Such a technique could only be practiced by medical cultivators, also known as "substitute dead." At the brink of death, they could transfer illnesses and injuries to others, the pinnacle of medical arts.

Once mastered, it was akin to invulnerability, as fatal wounds could be transferred to substitutes.

It wasn't uncommon for Yuntian Shuijing to have medical cultivators, but even Chu Changfeng hadn't mastered this essence. How could he?

Just as Yin Wuhui was stunned, a crisp bird cry pierced the sky. The fiery red Chongming Bird dashed into the hall, seizing Xie Wanting in its beak and Chu Binghuan in its claws, soaring into the sky amidst blazing flames.

On the back of the enormous Chongming Bird, Lin Yan anxiously shouted, "Seventh Senior Brother, Master Xie, are you alright?"

"What's this..." Xie Wanting was astonished. "In just a year, your Chongming Bird has grown so large."

"How did you encounter Yin Wuhui?" Mu Rongsa asked. "And what about Hua ge?"

Chu Binghuan pointed in the opposite direction. "The water dungeon is over there."

Lin Yan smoothed the Chongming Bird's feathers and gently instructed it to turn around.

Unexpectedly, Mu Rongsa sternly corrected the bird's head. "Don't turn around, don't turn around. Fly quickly! That scoundrel Yin Wuhui is catching up!"

"Eh?" Lin Yan turned around and was instantly frightened, urging the Chongming Bird to fly higher and faster. "Quick, quick, quick! Oh no! Below are people from Yuntian Shuijing and disciples from Feng Ming Valley. How did they get here?"

Mu Rongsa didn't look, so he didn't know. Once he looked, he jumped in surprise.

Not only Yuntian Shuijing and Feng Ming Valley, but also Yeyou Mansion, Shang Qing Immortal Sect, and disciples from various major sects rushing here.

If it was said that the three major sects invaded the Demon Realm for Chu Binghuan and Mu Rongsa, then the Shang Qing Immortal Sect coming over was to take advantage of this opportunity to clean up their ranks. They were looking for Lu Yao.

As for Chiyao Sect, Wuji Sword Sect, and so on, they were purely seeing the imminent battle between immortals and demons. For the sake of their reputation and prestige, they coudn't just sit idly by. At this time, lending a hand would prevent future accusations of "benefiting from others' efforts."

Furthermore, it was everyone's responsibility to eradicate demons and defend the Dao.

In this way, more and more sects joined the battle. Meanwhile, the ten Demon Lords of the Demon Realm also gradually converged. The sky was filled with dense dark clouds, thunderous roars, and below, blood flowed like rivers, the sounds of battle rising and falling continuously.

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At the same time, in the water dungeon, Hua Che was bored and struck up a conversation with someone.

"Brother, how old are you? Are you married? Do you have kids? When did you join the Fen Qing Palace? Is Yin Wuhui good to you?"

After Lu Yao left, the next shift of demonic cultivators was a young man. After enduring Hua Che's persistent questions, he finally extracted the person's name - Second Fool.

"Second Fool..." Hua Che couldn't bear to call him that. "Who gave you this name?"

The demonic cultivator guarded the door and took a long time to answer, "The Sect Master."

"Alright." Hua Che walked to the door, smiling brightly. "Brother, can you open the door?"

The demonic cultivator shook his head decisively. "No, you are restricted by the Lord. I am responsible for watching over you."

Hua Che said helplessly, "I know, but I really need to go. Please!"

The demonic cultivator resolutely shook his head, "No, if the Left Protector blames me, then I..."

Hua Che sneered, "Am I greater, or is the Left Protector greater?"

"This..."

"Servants choose their masters. Between me and Yin Wuhui, who has a future? Think about it!"

This stumped Second Fool. After all, he was called Second Fool because his brain wasn't very good.

Hua Che held back a laugh and said, "You're just a child. The Lord has publicly imprisoned me, but he doesn't really mean it."

"Eh?" Second Fool was truly dumbfounded.

Hua Che continued with feigned disgust, "There's no lingering hatred between a father and son. If you neglect me, or if I suffer in this water dungeon, or even die from holding my urine..."

Second Fool turned pale on the spot. "I didn't mean that, no, I... I..."

Opening the cell door, Hua Che walked around the corridor, mostly empty cells here, and temporarily didn't see Wen Yuan.

Hua Che asked, "Bro, there's a young master here, about the same height as me, an honest fellow, who was probably brought here too. Do you have any impression?"

Second Fool thought for a long time, suddenly enlightened. "Young Lord must be talking about that monster."

Hua Che was taken aback. "What monster?"

Second Fool said, "The monster locked in the Fen Qing Tower by the Lord, with a 99-layer formation specifically designed to devour people!"

 

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Remember Second Fool, it'll be tested!

 

Translator: DarNan