The day I died was also the day when the ancient demonic weapon, the Wanjun Sword, reappeared in the world.
There had long been legends in the martial world that whoever possesses the Wanjun Sword can ascend to the supreme position in the demonic world and vie for the position of Demon King.
I have achieved everything I should have in my life as a demon, and the only thing left was this step. I hoped to take on the name of the Demon Lord and from then on unify the divided demonic world for a thousand years, wield power throughout the world, and command all living beings to obey!
Therefore, as the Wanjun Sword was about to appear, I led the disciples of my sect to the Thousand-Year Sword Tomb, where there was already a chaotic situation of mutual killing among the demonic cultivators. I was too lazy to take a look, so I ordered the younger generation to guard the back and entered the tomb alone.
Looking back now, I made two mistakes at that time: first, I failed to notice the concealed immortal aura under the chaotic atmosphere of the tomb, and second, I ignored the clownish Eight Weirdos who followed me into the tomb.
The Eight Weirdos actually have names, and I gave him one — Mo Qing.
Because when I first met him, he was covered in bruises and wounds. There were also black scars on his face, looking as if they were some kind of mysterious spell. It made his face terrifyingly ugly.
But for a demon cultivator, they were never afraid of such things.
At that time, he was holding his dead mother coldly, with the heads of the ten major immortal families standing in front of him, calling him the son of the Demon King.
But I didn't believe it.
The acknowledged Demon King in our demonic world had been dead for eighteen hundred years. After the old Demon King's death, the entire demonic world fragmented, warlords dominated, and there was no orthodox ruler. According to these righteous people, capturing a demon cultivator with about ten subordinates and claiming him to be the Demon King, by their logic, there would be thousands of demon lords in the world.
And the most excessive thing is!
According to their rules, even if there are thousands of evil spirits, they can't rank me because at that time, I didn't have anyone under my command.
I was very dissatisfied, so I planned to teach them a lesson and let them know that even without subordinates, I can still be very powerful.
So at that time, I stood in front of Mo Qing, ridiculed the hundreds of people who bullied the orphan and widow, and then fought alone against the top ten families.
The battle was said to have brought darkness to the world and dried up the jianghu. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as they said, it was indeed a battle in which I made a name for myself in the demonic world.
I saved Mo Qing covered in blood, and from then on, my reputation spread far and wide, and everyone knew that a female evil spirit capable of fighting the top ten families alone had emerged from Chenji Mountain. People flocked to join me.
I established Wanlumen and took in thousands of disciples. And Mo Qing, whom I had saved in that battle, I was too busy to take care of, so I assigned him a master. His master said he didn't have the talent for demonic cultivation, so he was sent to guard the gate of the mountain.
After that, I rarely heard about him until just before my death when I took notice of him again. By then, he had become a young man, with the terrifying black marks still marring his face, the same ugly youth as before.
That day, within the Cemetery of Swords, the disciples of the immortal sect had laid an ambush long before, intending to take down the infamous evil spirits. But they did not expect the strength of Wanlumen, as my disciples were able to hold back all the demonic figures, and I alone entered the Cemetery of Swords.
Before the emergence of the Wanjun Sword, I was busy suppressing the surging qi, resentment, and malice that had accumulated in the Cemetery of Swords from the human sacrifices made to the swords a thousand years ago. It was at that moment that the hidden disciples of the immortal sect suddenly made their move.
I did not regard these people highly, but I had not expected the atmosphere within the Cemetery of Swords to be so powerful.
I shattered the immortal sect's killing formation, but could not defend against the killing intent within the Cemetery of Swords, and was severely wounded. With my last strength, I finally suppressed the atmosphere within the Cemetery and hid in a corner. I only had to wait for the emergence of Wanjun Sword and take advantage of the opportunity to seize it and reign over the world.
However, the disciples of the immortal sect, whose killing formation had been shattered, did not leave. They searched for my trace within the Cemetery of Swords, and at that moment, I was powerless to fight them. The wound on my neck caused by the Cemetery of Swords' killing intent was deep, almost cutting my neck off and making it difficult for me to speak.
I carefully hid among the rocks, and suddenly felt a heat on my neck, and my whole body tensed. Just as I was about to react, someone covered my mouth. Looking up, I saw the face covered in black marks, it was Mo Qing.
Seeing that I recognized him, he immediately let go of me, and just held my neck to stop the bleeding. I looked at him and saw the unmistakable concern in his eyes as he turned his eyes:
"Mo Qing," I called his name, my voice hoarse, "do you like me?"
Yes, I asked this question abruptly, but the concern in his eyes was not something an ordinary disciple would show. After thinking about it, I thought of a possibility.
Sure enough, after I asked him this question, he looked at me and remained silent, but the hand by his side quietly gripped for a moment. I smiled knowingly, and my gaze turned to his face, which was full of black marks. A demonic cultivator with no talent had followed me into the Cemetery of Swords in order to help me at a critical moment and make me remember him, because there was no other way for him to appear before my eyes again.
I looked at him with a kind and affectionate smile, "Mo Qing, since you like me, you must not want me to die here, right?"
He silently looked at me, then lowered his eyes, staring at the small silver mirror hanging around my neck. The mirror reflected his face, marred with black marks. I didn't know what he was thinking, but I thought he wanted a reward, so I pretended to take the silver mirror off, "This silver mirror will be your token. If you can help me leave here safely today, I will ensure you are the most powerful figure in the entire demonic world in the future."
I had already forgotten where this small silver mirror had come from and didn't know its purpose. I had always found it to be just an attractive accessory, so I gave it away without hesitation.
But Mo Qing pressed my hand in silence, "You don't need to give me anything," despite his frightening appearance, his voice was surprisingly pleasant, "You keep it." He said, "Just keep it well."
If I could get someone to serve me without giving anything, of course, I would be willing. So I put down the small silver mirror again and looked at him, making an effort to smile gently, "Can you help me divert those disciples of the immortal sect, okay?"
He suddenly raised his hand and gently touched my face, his fingertips lingering on the dimple on my cheek. Now that I needed him to save my life, of course, I didn't protest, so I let him touch as he pleased.
"Leader," he called me like this, and it was no different from how other disciples usually addressed me, but because his fingertips were lingering on my face, it seemed a world of difference from the way other disciples addressed me, "I can give up everything for you, as long as you are safe."
Hmm, at this time expressing loyalty, he really is a smooth-talker disciple.
However, what he said didn't stir me at all. I've seen this kind of thing too many times, many people say they can give up everything for you, not because they are so great, but because they had nothing to begin with.
As I thought about this in my heart, I felt Moqing's finger twitch slightly. In that moment, I thought he seemed to have seen through my thoughts. I felt a bit flustered, but after a moment, Moqing took the sword and walked out.
Without looking at his face, I just felt that the young man’s back was so straight that it was hard to look away.
At that time, I thought I would definitely be saved. After Moqing led them away, I would take the Wanjun sword, silently slip away to a place without people to recover from my injuries, and then return to Wanlumen to dominate the world. At that time, if Moqing was alive, I would protect him, and if he died...then I would erect a good-looking monument for him.
I thought it all out so well, but when I hid in the crevice and sneaked a look at the situation outside, I saw that Moqing was actually fighting with the disciples of the Xianmen while retreating towards the sword mound.
In the sword mound, the killing intent had been repressed by me. In the center, there was a faint light about to burst out of the ground.
It was the Wanjun sword!
I felt anxious, only to see that Moqing, who had a low cultivation base, had been cut by the Xianmen disciples and was bleeding profusely. He stood on the sword mound, and his blood flowed into the sword mound, soaking into the light.
Just then, someone from Xianmen cut his Achilles' tendon, and Moqing fell onto the sword mound, his hand reaching out to grab the Wanjun sword that had just broken through the ground.
The Wanjun sword acknowledged its master!
Although I felt anxious, I firmly believed that Moqing, with only a tiny amount of cultivation, absolutely could not pull out the Wanjun sword. But who would have expected that his blood gradually seeped down the sword hilt? Suddenly, the sword mound surged with various energies, breaking through all the restraints I had just placed, killing countless disciples of Xianmen in an instant!
When Moqing shouted loudly and finally pulled out the sword completely, the energy inside the sword mound also exploded, sweeping across a thousand miles, extending to the Three Realms. Meanwhile, I, the injured Wanjun sword master, was caught in this massive surge of energy...
And was shaken to death...
Before dying, I saw the black mark on Moqing's face gradually disappear as the light on the blade flickered.
It was only then that I realized the black mark on his face was not a decorative charm, but a seal, a seal on the son of the previous Demon King.
I only then realized that when the top ten families said he was the son of the Demon King, they were not deceiving me...
I suddenly realized that Moqing, who followed me into the sword mound, might have planned it from the beginning. He wasn't there to protect me, to attract my attention, or because he liked me. He just wanted to take back what belonged to his father. And because the Wanjun sword was sealed, he didn't have enough power. So he waited until I had finished everything, then took the sword and killed two Xianmen disciples. In the end, he took the Wanjun sword, and with his own blood, made the Wanjun sword acknowledge him...
This kid! What a clever plan!
But to my regret, in this one life, after all the efforts and struggles, in the end, I ended up being a wedding gown for someone else! I couldn't help but feel extremely unwilling!
Yet even if I was unwilling, I was still dead.
That's how I died, not spectacular, not grand, and even a bit inexplicable...
When I felt the existence of this world again, it was a pouring rain at night. I sat on top of a new grave, letting the raindrops pass through my ghostly body, making a cracking sound on the tombstone.
I walked around to look at my tombstone, not a single word written on it. I was so angry that I wanted to smash the tombstone. I wished I could take a chisel and carve "Supreme and Invincible Demon King Lu Zhaoyao of Heaven and Earth" on it.
If the tombstone wasn't written properly, how could anyone rest in peace!