So I Am A Demon Descendent! - Chapter 274

The Chinese translator took Wang Chen out of the slave camp. When they passed the school yard, they saw many Japanese soldiers who were doing physical training and shooting training.

With Li Xianyu’s eyesight, he could clearly see the trajectory of the bullet leaving the chamber and it penetrating the target.

Pfft, the Japanese are really good at shooting. He thought of many sayings that he had read on the Internet before. Every Japanese soldier was a sharpshooter to the Chinese army, and their combat power could not compare to the Japanese.

The Japanese soldiers were over 100 meters away and used sanpachi-shiki hohei-jus to hit their targets accurately… Although it was a bit exaggerated, the combat abilities of Chinese and Japanese soldiers during World War II were very large. The Japanese army not only had the advantage of weapons, but also in terms of combat literacy.

In the 19th century, Japan was educated by the United States in the shogunate era as it was made to realize its weakness. At that time, the Qing government was still immersed in arrogance and complacency and boasted that it was the strongest country in the world. The strength of the two countries reversed dramatically in that period.

“If there were no Western powers, modern Chinese history would not be so miserable. If we were brave enough to reform, we would not have the Japanese invaders on our land now.” Following behind Demonic Priest, Li Xianyu looked at the Japanese army around him and wandered in his thoughts.

He also thought of Great-Grandma. They were the two most powerful Gokudo Path experts in the last 200, no, 500 years. They were born in the darkest eras of Chinese history. They had experiences that couldn’t be copied.

Passing through the school yard, the officers’ living quarters were there.

“This is not right. If you go further, it’s not the place for prisoners and slaves anymore.” Li Xianyu felt weird.

Demonic Priest walked very slowly. The Chinese translator was not in a hurry as well, as he walked in a carefree manner along with him.

“Who did you find?” Finally calming his excited mood, Wang Chen exhaled before he asked.

“You haven’t seen it? In front of you is the living area of the monarchs.” The Chinese translator said with a smile, “The person you are looking for is in there. Wang Zhen of Quanzhen Sect!”

Wang Chen and Li Xianyu stopped together. The two men were stiff, and the colour on their face drained little by little.

“She is now in charge of serving the princes. Her treatment is much better than yours,” said the Chinese translator as he glanced at Wang Chen and laughed. “She’s such a delicate and bright flower. I heard that the princes have different opinions on how she should be allocated. I don’t think it’s necessary at all. In any case, she would serve the princes after all.”

There was a certain amount of salivation and mockery in his smile.

Li Xianyu closed his eyes slowly and smiled silently. If anyone knew what the Japanese army had done in World War II, a pretty and lovely girl like Little Sister, once she was captured, would have an incredibly predictable fate with no miracle.

He didn’t dare to see Wang Chen’s face. It must have been the saddest expression in the world.

After being checked by the guards, they entered the living area, walked for a few minutes and stopped outside a tent.

“You only have five minutes. Don’t do anything extra. She’s the woman of the monarchs now.” The Chinese translator warned, “The prince only promised to help you find someone. You should not have any other fanciful ideas, or use Quanzhen’s skills as a threat. I’m for you, brother. After you see her, you should fulfill your promise.”

Wang Chen stood outside the tent for a long time. His body turned from trembling to calm, and from calm to trembling. After several rounds of internal struggle, he opened the curtain and entered the tent.

The tent was simply decorated, with a bed, a table and some simple daily necessities on the table.

On the edge of the bed sat a thin and beautiful girl in loose Japanese uniform. Hearing the movement outside the door, she looked around cautiously. Her dull eyes were full of fear and humiliation.

When she saw the person who entered, her body stiffened.

Wang Chen and Little Sister looked at each other from afar. It seemed like an eternity had passed.

“Senior Wang Chen…”

“Little Sister…”

The two people excitedly ran forward a few steps, but before touching each other, both of them froze.

Wang Chen looked at himself. It seemed that he didn’t want the stench and filth to stain Little Sister. No matter how many things happened, Little Sister was still the pure Little Sister in his heart.

Little Sister stepped back in fear and covered her face. “I finally waited for you. I… no, don’t look at me. Don’t look at me like this…”

It should have been exciting and joyful for a senior and a junior to reunite with each other, but the reunion of the two people was only painful and sad.

Li Xianyu stared at Little Sister’s face. She was still beautiful, but she looked like a faded white paper flower. She looked hollow, with only a beautiful face. Her lively and beautiful self had disappeared. Her nimble and watery eyes were dried up. She had lost her divine aura.

“I’m glad you’re alive, I’m glad you’re alive…” Wang Chen’s tears rolled down his cheek.

Little Sister cried for a while, wiped away the tears and murmured, “I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve been waiting for you, Senior Wang Chen.”

Wang Chen gently hugged her and held her hand. “I’m here, I’m here.”

He saw that Little Sister’s white and delicate neck had patches of blue and purple, and his expression slightly changed. He rolled up her sleeve, and her fair arm was also covered with bruises.

“They mistreated you?” Wang Chen gritted his teeth.

Little Sister panicked and pushed Wang Chen away, rolled down her sleeve, blocked her collar, but she still didn’t feel that it was sufficient. She hurriedly climbed onto the bed, covered her head with a quilt, and a voice came trembling. “Don’t look, don’t look at me, don’t look at me like this…”

Wang Chen sat on the edge of the bed, gently pacifying her as he whispered, “What happened? Why did the Japanese find our stronghold?”

He already knew the answer.

Little Sister said hatefully, “It was Wang Qing and Cao Jun who betrayed us and attacked us with the Japanese army. All of us are dead. I’m the only one who survived.”

Wang Chen exclaimed lightly, “Everyone is dead, dead… Little Sister, don’t lie to me, where is Sister Taisu? Wang Qing loved Sister Taisu so much, how could she die? She wouldn’t die!”

Little Sister shook her head and wept. “Sister Taisu is dead. Cao Jun and Wang Qing wanted to violate her. She’s so stubborn, how could she be willing to be insulted by those two beasts…”

Boom!

A bolt from the blue.

Wang Chen was entirely dazed. The look in his eyes faded little by little…

Li Xianyu looked at his back in silence. He knew that the man’s heart was dead.

“I should have died with Sister Taisu, but I was afraid that I would never see you again. I was afraid you wouldn’t know what the two beasts did,” cried Little Sister.

She laughed and said, “I’m satisfied to see Senior Wang Chen again.”

At this time, Wang Chen was still immersed in unbearable grief.

Little Sister said quietly, “Senior Wang Chen, you must live. Live for us, and avenge us.”

It seemed like she had no meaning left in her life.

“No, no, no…” Wang Chen understood her mind. He was frightened. He hugged Little Sister fiercely. “You can’t die. Please don’t die. Please live. Please don’t leave me.”

He wailed like a timid child, crying and begging, “Please don’t die, I only have you, I only have you, Little Sister…”

“Hey!” When the curtain of the tent was lifted, the Chinese translator rushed up angrily, and dragged Wang Chen away from Little Sister. “Don’t you want to live? Is she something you can touch, something you, a damn slave, can touch?”

Wang Chen struggled twice, but was easily pushed down by the Chinese translator. He held his head and endured his fists and kicks.

“Stop!” Little Sister rushed out and pushed him away.

“Hey hey, little beauty.” The Chinese translator reached out and tried to squeeze her jaw. Little Sister trembled and retreated.

The Chinese translator was not qualified to touch her, but her recent experiences left a terrible psychological shadow. Instinctively, she trembled out of fear.

“Little Sister, I will help you out, I will definitely help you out at all costs. Believe me, live on, believe me…”

This memory stopped abruptly amidst Demonic Priest’s cries, and the surrounding scenery changed dramatically.

Li Xianyu looked around and found himself in a dark dungeon with two rows of oil lamps on the wall emitting a faint yellow light. The air was filled with a damp, rotten smell.

In the cell in front of him was a man with unkempt hair on his head. His temples were white, his hands were hung high by the iron chain on the wall, and two huge iron balls were bound to his feet. Centered on him, the ground was engraved with complex and bright red incantations.

“Wang Chen, you are doomed. Why don’t you team up with me? I will help you out!” Through his ragged clothes, the man’s body glowed with red light. The red light flickered, as if it was breathing.

Slime?!

Li Xianyu’s pupils shrank as he stared at the dishevelled Wang Chen. Although he couldn’t see his face clearly, who else but Demonic Priest in the world could own Slime?

Where was this? Why was he here?

The story of the Great Deities Palace? Had it been deleted?

Wang Chen hung his head and turned a deaf ear to Slime’s temptations.

“How stubborn. Why? You are the devil that everyone wants to kill now. Even your sect will execute you. Look at your good teacher, who duped you to come here, only to imprison you.”

“In your teacher’s eyes, the teacher-disciple relationships, the gratitude of upbringing… He can disregard all of these. He just wants to get me.”

“What else in the world is worthy of your attachment? The only way out for you is to integrate with me.”

Eighty years ago, Slime’s mouth was not so vile, but the essence of his words was retained. Why did Slime’s words become so vile? Li Xianyu never admitted that it was due to himself.

Quanzhen Sect… Imprison… It hit Li Xianyu swiftly. Eighty years ago, the major forces of the demon descendants’ community killed Demonic Priest after surrounding him at Quanzhen Sect, but paid a heavy price. It signalled the end of this great devil.

In the records of Taoism and Buddhism, this battle was named: The Chaos of Quanzhen!

Finally, it was finally here.

Li Xianyu thought of the first time he entered the Demonic Priest’s memory, remembering the young, lively boy who was happy-go-lucky, lying under the pine tree, and taking a lazy nap. The pretty and lovely girl under the stone waved her fair arm and crisply shouted, “Senior Wang Chen!”

Remembering the battle of Changsha, Wang Chen carried Sister Taisu on his back and escaped through day and night. He was incredibly fatigued, but both were ultimately rescued.

When he remembered the fall of Changsha, the disciples of Quanzhen Sect all died. A generous part of loyal demon descendants sacrificed their lives.

He thought of Wang Chen and Sister Taisu’s reunion through their passionate kissing, having witnessed their journey from acquaintances to lovers. He could not help but feel that he had been made a cuckold by Wang Chen.

He thought of poor Little Sister in the slave camp, and the pain and despair of Wang Chen… He witnessed a life full of ups and downs, full of obstacles and sorrows, which was about to come to an end here. History was like a little girl who could be manipulated into posing however she wanted.

The sound of footsteps came from the deep end of the corridor, and a figure approached gradually in the light of the shaking oil lamp. He was dressed in a neat Taoist robe, with a ebony hairpin between his hair. He was handsome, but cold and indifferent.

Wang Qing!

There was a little more maturity and vicissitudes between Wang Qing’s eyebrows, but he did not appear old. Li Xianyu looked at Wang Chen again. His temples were white and his white hair had appeared prematurely.

He walked out of the fence and looked at Wang Chen for a long time…

“Teacher said that as long as you hand it over, you can avoid death.” Wang Qing opened the gate of the fence and stepped into the cell, stopping in front of Wang Chen. “You have been like this since you were a child. You were better than everyone despite being happy-go-lucky. You are more stubborn than anyone else. However, your nod is redundant now.”

As he spoke, he tore the clothes on Wang Chen’s body, under which was a dark and ugly body. At a glance, it was disgusting and nauseating, and it sent shivers down people’s spines.

This was no longer a human being.

Li Xianyu was glad to have Great-Grandma and the ring left by Demonic Priest, which bound Slime to his left arm. If his body was the same as Demonic Priest’s, he would never get a wife in this lifetime.

Wang Qing seemed to have been prepared. He began to draw a talisman on Demonic Priest’s body. As the cinnabar left a bright red stroke on the dark body, Slime’s blood vessels lit up.

“What did you draw on me? It hurts so much. It hurts so much…” Slime exclaimed angrily. “Don’t do that. We can talk things out. I’m very gentle. Don’t kill me…”

Li Xianyu was speechless. His vile mouth is not because of me, it seems.

No… Demonic Priest was vile when he was young. He was a scheming boy. Before the fall of Changsha, Demonic Priest was such a character. Now, his temperament had changed a lot, and his past character had been passed on to Slime.

“The news of your imprisonment has been leaked out. Now, all the major forces have gathered at Quanzhen Sect. Teacher is stalling for time outside. I will take it off you before Teacher hands you over.” Wang Qing tore off his coat, and his body was painted with the same talisman and incantations.

Wang Qing stretched out his palm and covered the heart of Demonic Priest. Amidst Slime’s panicked cries, a plume of black turbid current seemed to find a vent and rushed into Wang Qing’s body rapidly.

Li Xianyu was stunned. What was this operation?!

It struck him that Slime had said that his body was missing a part and that the seven sins were not complete. This was what happened.

As he thought about it, he listened to Wang Qing continue, “Do you know why it resonates with me?”

“Because of jealousy.”

“Since you were a child, you have been fooling around. You didn’t work hard in cultivation. Why are you better than me? You are always on top of me, whether it is in terms of thinking or visualization. I work so hard and toil so hard.”

“Everyone doesn’t like me. They think I’m too serious and stern. Only Sister Taisu thinks I’m good. But you, the brothers are willing to play with you. Little Sister is your follower. If you make a mistake, everyone is willing to protect you.”

Wang Qing’s mood was calm, and even a little gentle. It was as if he was talking with old friends.

“You know, I’ve always liked Sister Taisu. She was so beautiful and pure. She is only willing to smile in front of me. I’m very happy. I often think that even though I’m not as good as you in all aspects, I still have her… Why, why do you even want to compete with me on this front?”

Many years later, when that woman was mentioned again, all three men were in pain.

“How about Little Sister?” Wang Chen finally spoke, his voice hoarse.

“She died three years ago. You saved her from the Japanese barracks in exchange for your cooperation with the Japanese army. This allowed her to go back to the mountain and expose my evil deeds. She went back to the mountain and told all these things to Teacher.” Wang Qing was expressionless and cold. “Teacher killed her personally.”

Wang Chen was stunned.

“Don’t understand why? Teacher loved Little Sister so much. Because I am his son! He went down the mountain when he was young and had an illegitimate son with a woman at the foot of the mountain.”

Little Sister… was dead. Li Xianyu closed his eyes painfully. The last miracle was gone.

In the quiet cell, there was a cry of pain. Demonic Priest cried.

“I have worked hard to save her, carrying the sin of treason on my back at all costs.”

“I killed all the elites of the Aoki family and never bowed to the Japanese in my whole life.”

“I have sacrificed so many companions and worked so hard. I saved her.”

“We are not in the hands of the Japanese, but we were forced to our wits’ end by our own people.”

“Why kill her? I only have her left…”

“Exchange, exchange, Wang Chen, merge with me. As long as you merge with me, you can step into the peak of the Gokudo path, and we will destroy the world together,” Slime growled.

“Exchange?”

“Exchange!”

The sky fell apart as his consciousness fell into confusion.

“Li Xianyu, Li Xianyu, are you okay?”

The call awakened him from his confused memory. He was suspended in the air, surrounded by dense spectators. Underneath, the battle between Li Peiyun and Taoist Venerable had almost reached a conclusion.

He looked at the worried Thunderbolt Battle Lady. The long legged beauty looked at him anxiously and asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Then why are you crying?”

Li Xianyu touched his face, and realized that the tears had unconsciously crept onto his face.

“It’s good that you’re fine. I almost thought that Demonic Priest would take you away again.” Hua Yang breathed a sigh of relief. “Great-Grandma was flustered. I assured her that your vitals remained stable. She was then able to relax.”

Bang! Li Peiyun held the sword of qi and advanced layer by layer. The steel torrent could not stop the edge of the sword of qi. Even Taoist Venerable’s sword was broken by this loud bang.

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd.

Taoist Venerable had lost?!

“The game is over!” Hua Yang’s face was full of surprise. “Taoist Venerable was defeated by a junior.”

Although everyone was ashamed of Taoist Venerable’s behavior, no one in the Taoist sect did not regard Taoist Venerable as a spiritual leader. They felt very complicated inside when he was used as a stepping stone by someone of a younger generation.

It was the same feeling among the spectators. Taoist Venerable had actually lost, lost to the Demonic Priest’s descendant, Li Peiyun.

“No, no, no…” Li Xianyu murmured.

“What do you mean, no?” Thunderbolt Battle Lady asked.

“Meow, meow, meow?” Cui Hua, who was lying on his head, gave a curious look.

Li Xianyu didn’t care about them. He looked at Li Peiyun, who was advancing all the way as he rushed to Taoist Venerable. The sword of qi stabbed into Taoist Venerable’s chest.

Li Xianyu’s scalp turned numb as he roared, “Come back, come back quickly! Taoist Venerable has Slime, Taoist Venerable has Slime, Li Peiyun, come back!”

His roar was almost like the Buddhists’ loud roar. At such a breathtaking critical moment, it even attracted the eyes of the audience.

Snatching the limelight by brute force.