Chapter 137: Lele: My Queen
The four nations of the Demonic Path had united, with half their demonic forces unleashed in a massive assault on Wuyue Immortal Sect.
The Nine Desires realm and Nine Tribulations realm cultivators were still facing off in the clouds, hesitant to make the first move.
On the ground, under the Void Returning realm and Xuandan realm, no one could stand against Mo Cunzhi.
He alone claimed the lives of several Xuandan stage demonic cultivators, and even the Tongqiao stage and Mohe stage demonic cultivators fell easily under his sword.
From sunrise to sunset, both sides left behind many corpses.
Many of the disciples, exhausted and drained of spiritual energy, were rotated out to rest and heal, but Mo Cunzhi stood at the front the entire time, tireless.
The pile of demonic corpses before him was left unattended, forming a dark red “line” at his feet, which he guarded without fail.
On the first day, the disciples of Wuyue Immortal Sect were filled with excitement and pride as they saw the heap of demonic corpses.
On the second day, they were awestruck and began to look upon the black-clad figure with admiration and reverence.
By the third day, the disciples of Wuyue Immortal Sect had fallen into silence.
The blood on their senior brother’s body was no longer just that of the provocating demonic cultivators from the opposite side, but also his own.
If it hadn’t been for his movements becoming sluggish, making it impossible for him to dodge the demon clan’s strikes in time, they wouldn’t have realized he had already sustained serious injuries.
For most of the disciples from the Wuyue Immortal Sect, it was the first time they had seen their senior brother fighting an enemy, and only now did they understand why his reputation was so renowned outside.
The demonic cultivators felt the same. Initially, dozens of them would often attack Mo Cunzhi at once, but after three days, the majority of them had grown fearful of him, no longer daring to provoke him actively.
Occasionally, a demonic cultivator who believed that Mo Cunzhi had exhausted his strength and was at the end of his rope would try to take advantage.
In the end, without exception, they all died by his hand.
Another corpse was added to that bloody “red line.”
Watching Mo Cunzhi’s staggering form and the blood gathering at his feet, the restless demonic cultivators looked at those who had come before them and reluctantly backed off.
For the moment, no demonic cultivator approached him, giving Mo Cunzhi a brief chance to catch his breath and stand there to rest.
His sword had drunk its fill of blood, the sticky red liquid flowing down to his palm, gluing his fingers together and forming a thick layer of dried blood.
One of the disciples couldn’t help but shout, “Senior Brother, step back and rest!”
“Yes, Senior Brother, you’ve held out for so long. It’s time to come back and heal!”
Mo Cunzhi turned a deaf ear. With his sword tip resting on the ground, no one dared to come near him.
Bai Feishuang, also in bloodstained white robes, had fought several rounds. When the disciples couldn’t persuade their senior brother, they came to her, hoping she could say something to convince him.
Suppressing her worry, Bai Feishuang said helplessly, “Master won’t allow him to retreat.”
She could understand her master’s decision ever since learning about her senior brother’s true identity, but she didn’t agree with it. Deep down, she also harbored some resentment for the obvious pressure her master was placing on him.
Others might not know her senior brother’s nature, but how could their master, who had watched him grow up, not understand? Even if the enemy were from the demon clan, so what?
He didn’t want his disciple’s identity to be exposed, fearing it would tarnish the sect’s reputation. He wanted his disciple to die with honor, leaving behind a good name to further elevate the prestige of the Wuyue Immortal Sect.
But after all these years of diligent, tireless effort, was their senior brother really to meet the fate of dying for the sect?
“Why did the Sect Master make such a decision? Could it be he wants Senior Brother to die?”
“Yeah, we always knew the Sect Master was strict with Senior Brother, but this is too much…”
“Senior Brother himself refuses to retreat, but is there really no one who can persuade him?”
“If only Little Junior Brother were here…” One of the direct disciples, who had been speaking, suddenly stopped mid-sentence, leaving the rest unsaid.
There was no longer any Little Junior Brother. He had entered the Demonic Path long ago and had been expelled from the sect.
The disciple who had spoken had spent many years cultivating near a cliff on Hanya Peak and often saw the senior disciple walking along the mountain path.
When Senior Brother had lived alone on Hanya Peak, he always came and went alone, with empty hands.
But after Little Junior Brother moved in, Senior Brother would often bring snacks and food up the mountain. It was obvious who they were meant for, and it wasn’t for himself.
Soon, two figures began to appear on the long, cold mountain path.
The first time this disciple saw Senior Brother carrying Little Junior Brother up the mountain path, he almost thought he was hallucinating.
But after the second and third times, carrying him, holding his hand—it happened so often that it no longer surprised him; he just found it amusing.
But who could have predicted what came later?
Mo Cunzhi didn’t get to rest for long. A demon clan warrior wielding a long halberd charged at him.
His gaze remained lowered, as if he didn’t even see the enemy in front of him—or anything at all. His sword moved swiftly, like lightning.
The halberd fell to the ground, blood spraying through the air.
Mo Cunzhi didn’t expend any effort to dodge, allowing a spray of fresh blood to splatter onto his shoulders and face.
The space before him cleared again.
…
Above, the Sect Master and the various peak masters were locked in intense combat with several Nine Desires Realm cultivators from the Demonic Path, the situation changing by the second.
The demonic cultivators below hadn’t been able to slaughter many disciples, while the battle above was leading to mutual destruction.
Both sides were cautious.
The Sect Master and the peak masters didn’t dare use their full power, afraid of destroying the thousands of years of the sect’s foundation. On the demon clan’s side, they feared that if they were severely injured, they would be attacked by their subordinates, so they didn’t fight with all their strength either.
At this point, continuing the battle would likely lead to no meaningful outcome.
The demon clan leaders exchanged glances, all harboring thoughts of retreat.
They hadn’t expected this to be such a tough bone to chew, and it was no wonder the young king of the Kingdom of Bliss hadn’t dared to come.
Just then, drums and gongs suddenly resounded from the sky, heralding the arrival of another large group.
This new group surrounded a magnificent golden carriage, with rolling waves of demonic energy trailing like dust behind them. In the blink of an eye, they arrived on the scene.
The reaction on both sides was different. The disciples of the Wuyue Immortal Sect, who had thought they were glimpsing the light at the end of the tunnel, were plunged into despair at the sight of more reinforcements arriving for the enemy.
The demon clan, however, was overjoyed. Several demon lords shouted, “King of Bliss! Hurry and assist us!”
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a young and strikingly beautiful face emerged from the lavish golden carriage surrounded by handsome men and women.
With a soft chuckle, the youth joined the battlefield.
However, the first person he struck with his palm was not from the Immortal Sect, but one of the demon clan lords.
“You?! King of Bliss, are you betraying the Demonic Path?!”
“King of Bliss, what are you doing?!”
The demonic cultivators were livid, while the few from the Immortal Sect were equally stunned and momentarily halted their attacks.
Yu Le grabbed the demon lord, absorbing the demonic energy from his body as he spoke, “I grew up in the Wuyue Immortal Sect. I truly cannot bear to see all of you being so overbearing.”
Seeing him and hearing these words, Qin Haoran, the master of Nanyue Peak from the Wuyue Immortal Sect, showed a complex expression but also a trace of relief.
But Yu Le quickly shifted his tone and said, “However, now that I am a demon clan lord, if you all are willing to pledge allegiance to me and join my kingdom, of course, I must consider the interests of the Demonic Path today.”
The wounded demon lords finally understood his intentions—he was clearly playing the long game, waiting to swoop in like a mantis stalking the cicada, planning to annex them in one fell swoop.
Someone from the demonic side cursed, “Such actions are dishonorable!”
Yu Le laughed loudly, “The reason I defected to the Demonic Path was precisely because there is no sense of honor in it—only strength matters.”
“You insolent brat! What big talk! You should be grateful we even tolerated you being a king in your little corner! You’ve got such a huge appetite, be careful you don’t burst!” one black-faced demon lord shouted in rage.
Yu Le tossed aside the nearly-drained demon lord he had been holding and subdued the black-faced demon lord next.
The other demon lords had all heard from their subordinates that the King of Bliss was strong, but they hadn’t taken it seriously. How powerful could someone of his age be? If he were truly strong, he wouldn’t have stayed quietly in the Kingdom of Bliss for over a year.
But now, seeing him take control of two demon lords in quick succession, they realized they had underestimated him.
His cultivation was far stronger than they had imagined. His earlier patience must have been waiting for the right moment to wipe them all out in one go.
As Yu Le absorbed the demonic energy of the black-faced demon lord, he smiled and asked the remaining two, “What do you two think? Submit, or not?”
What was there left to think about? He had already crippled two of them with lightning-fast moves, and the remaining two might not be a match for him. Besides, the Immortal Sect cultivators were watching like tigers ready to pounce.
The two lords lowered their heads begrudgingly, their expressions stiff. “We are willing to serve… the King of Bliss as our master.”
It wasn’t unusual for demon lords to be replaced, but to be forced into submission like this left them deeply unwilling. One of them gritted his teeth and said, “Now that we’ve pledged allegiance to you, shouldn’t you help us deal with these Immortal Sect people?”
The Wuyue Immortal Sect cultivators immediately became alert. This battle had been tough on them too, and each of them had suffered significant injuries.
The young man’s cultivation was unfathomable, and if he really intended to act—
“I already said, I can’t bear to strike against my former sect,” Yu Le said slowly, keeping everyone on edge, their hearts wavering.
“But you make a good point. Since I’m already here, I can’t leave empty-handed. I ought to take something back.”
The battles above and below had already ceased, and the dark clouds parted. Everyone could hear Yu Le’s voice clearly.
Clad in a long robe embroidered with golden flowers, bathed in the sunlight, he raised his voice and said, “I am now a ruler of the Five Demon Kingdoms, but I am still lacking a queen.”
“My beloved is within your sect. If you let me take them with me, we will retreat.”
A shocked uproar spread instantly.
Both the demon and immortal cultivators, after a moment of stunned silence, erupted into fierce discussion.
Standing alone in the sea of blood, Mo Cunzhi, after holding out for three days, could barely hear the sounds around him anymore.
The familiar voice reached his ears, causing him to shift his sword slowly. He finally managed to lift his head and saw Yu Le, radiant amidst the masses, making his bold and matter-of-fact request.
As the clamor quieted, everyone grew curious about who this peculiar King of Bliss’s chosen queen could be.
Among the disciples, Bai Feishuang’s expression was different from the others. Instead of shock or confusion, she appeared relieved.
Suddenly, she noticed her senior brother glance at her.
Bai Feishuang: “…”
‘Why is Senior Brother looking at me right now?’
Amidst the crowd’s gaze, Yu Le smiled and said, “The one I have chosen as my queen is your senior brother, Mo Cunzhi.”
This time, the uproar was even louder than before. The Immortal Sect disciples were furious, shouting in anger and cursing without restraint.
“What beloved person? He just wants to humiliate our sect, to humiliate Senior Brother!”
“No way, we absolutely cannot agree!”
On the demonic side, they were rejoicing, shouting gleefully, “Hahaha, excellent! Hand over your senior brother to be our new king’s queen!”
“The King of Bliss truly lives up to his title—making a righteous immortal sect cultivator into a demon nation’s queen! Hahaha, what a show!”
“Mo Cunzhi has killed so many of us; it’s only fitting that he should repay us by becoming our queen!”
The demons Yu Le had brought from the Kingdom of Bliss were already beating drums and playing flutes, as if they were here for a wedding procession, joyfully shouting, “Hand over our queen!”
The sect master, Xu Bingjiu, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly struck out at Yu Le.
Yu Le had been prepared for this and did not retreat but instead advanced, exchanging several fierce blows in the blink of an eye.
As he fought the sect master, his strikes were ruthless, but a false smile lingered on his face.
“Why is the sect master so upset? You and I are both people of deep affection, why can’t we understand each other?” Yu Le said.
“You’ve always cared for your junior sister, to the point that you even raised the child she had with a demon and went to great lengths to hide his identity. Truly, such deep affection.”
He spoke softly.
“But, I wonder—did your junior sister ever acknowledge that love? I heard that you imprisoned her in the forbidden area, keeping her as a hidden captive. On that front, I’m much better than you—I’m openly asking for someone’s hand in marriage.”
“Shut your mouth!” Xu Bingjiu flew into a rage.
“Senior Brother really is just like you when he’s angry, though unfortunately, he’s not your biological son.”
Yu Le’s face was full of mock pity.
“You must really hate Mo Cunzhi, right? But is that hatred because he’s the son of a demon, or is it because he reminds you that your junior sister would rather be with a demon than love you?”
Although his voice was light and drifting, and no one else heard it, Xu Bingjiu still felt a deep sense of shame, as if he had been stripped bare in front of everyone, his blood surging with rage.
“If the sect master doesn’t agree to my request today, I’ll make these secrets public. What a pity, the reputation you’ve worked so hard to uphold for the sect all these years will be ruined in an instant.”
With a loud crash, the two combatants broke apart.
Xu Bingjiu landed in front of several peak masters, while Yu Le landed near the front of the Wuyue Immortal Sect’s gate. Smiling, he walked towards Mo Cunzhi, who stood there like a solitary pine.
“My Queen?” Yu Le bent down with a smile, hands behind his back, and gazed at Mo Cunzhi’s face.
Mo Cunzhi struggled to lift his eyelids and glance at him, trying to say something, but could no longer hold on and fell forward.
Yu Le reached out just in time, catching him fully in his arms.
Laughing heartily, he said, “Let’s go!”
One of the peak masters hurried forward, panicked. “Sect Master! Are we really going to let them take Cunzhi?!”
Xu Bingjiu’s face was ashen, and he stopped the others from acting.
The disciples of the Wuyue Immortal Sect could only watch as the demonic cultivators took away their senior brother.
Many disciples, realizing they had to sacrifice their senior brother for their own survival, wiped their tears bitterly.
Bai Feishuang also sighed softly.
She thought to herself that she probably wouldn’t be able to attend her senior brother and junior brother’s wedding after all.