Chapter 0007

Chapter 7: The Peerless Little Demoness

The mood turned deadly serious. Carrying a Demonic Seed is a huge taboo. The world cannot allow it. Everyone must kill such a person on sight.

Ying Shao Xuan’s face changed. He seized Zhou Tong’s arm, and divine light swept over it. A wisp of demonic qi oozed from Zhou Tong’s palm. This breath could only come from a Heavenly Devil. Heavenly Devils are the enemies of Humans. They love to torment and devour Humans. They are the common enemy of the entire race.

Eyes around them turned harsh with scorn and hate. Some people looked ready to tear Zhou Tong apart. Voices spat like knives: “So he’s a devil spawn. I was just pitying him. What a waste of feeling!” Another snapped: “Don’t insult dogs. A fallen-to-devil person is worse than a beast. He should be cut down right now!” A third sneered: “No wonder he grew so strong. He had already turned demon. Maybe he was a waste at heart.”

Ying Shao Xuan’s gaze went sharp as blades as he stared at Zhou Tong: “Is what Mo Liu Su said true?” Zhou Tong answered at once: “It is not true.”

Mo Liu Su pressed hard, dripping with contempt: “You still dare to lie now? The evidence is right here. Your excuses are useless.” The crowd roared as one: “Kill him!” “Kill him!” “He must die!” Entering devilhood crosses everyone’s bottom line. Those who choose it must be removed.

“Wait. The Demonic Seed is no longer in his body,” Ying Shao Xuan said at last, voice deep enough to crush the noise. Many people froze. The hard sign of being demon-touched is the Demonic Seed inside. If the seed was gone, who could still call Zhou Tong a devil?

“Even so, he has ties to the Devil Race. To be safe, we should still remove him,” someone urged, and many agreed. Eradicate evil and leave no roots. Better a mistaken kill than letting a devil go free. That was the Human stance toward the Devil Race.

Ying Shao Xuan frowned and told Zhou Tong: “By the rules of the continent’s Enforcers, unless a sect is willing to vouch for you, even if we do not kill you, we must seal your cultivation so you can never train again. Can you find a sect to vouch for you?”

All eyes swung to Mo Liu Su’s image. She said coldly, without a shred of feeling: “Do not look at me. The Jade Purity Sect is a righteous sect. We will not stand as guarantor for a devil spawn. You may deal with him as you like.” Tang Qi’s eyes gleamed with mockery. So what if Zhou Tong had enlightenment? In the end, he could not escape a downfall. Only Tang Qi was the real chosen son of fate.

“Since that is the case, there is no other way,” Ying Shao Xuan said, voice ice-cold. “By the rules, I will seal your cultivation forever.” He stepped close and raised his hand to cast the spell.

“Wait. We are willing to vouch for him!” A pleasant voice rang out. It was as fresh as a spring and as soft as a breeze. People parted, and a girl in red strode in. The moment she appeared, she became the center of every gaze.

“It’s her!” pupils shrank across the crowd. She was clearly a force in her own right. She was as pure as a lotus rising from clear water. Her bare jade feet touched the ground without a speck of dust, and with each light step, it felt like a lotus bloomed beneath her. Her face could trap a heart at a glance. She already carried the seed of a peerless beauty, and every move held a charm that shook the soul.

“Joyous Union Sect… You Cang Yue!” someone called out, naming her background. Many knew her. In the last Hundred Sects War, she crushed the field and took second place, just under Zhou Tong. The Joyous Union Sect did not sound like a proper sect, and in truth, decades ago it had been top-tier across the continent. Then disaster struck. The sect quickly declined and now only took girls. It had fallen into ruin and was close to vanishing. By every measure, the Joyous Union Sect had no reason to vouch for Zhou Tong. This surprise changed the game, saved Zhou Tong, and made Mo Liu Su’s face turn even colder. Her plan to force Zhou Tong to kneel had fallen apart again.

Mo Liu Su mocked her: “You outside-path demoness… Does a crooked sect like yours even have the right to vouch for someone?” You Cang Yue glanced at her and asked in a cool voice: “Not convinced? Do you want my master to meet you herself?” Gasps broke out. The Joyous Union Sect might be broken, but that woman was terrifying. More than ten years ago, she stirred up the whole world, destroyed more than a dozen powers, and no one could stop her. Rumor said she burned through her life in that war and would not live long. Yet before she died, no one dared to anger her.

“Enough. Since the Joyous Union Sect is willing to vouch for Zhou Tong, we will not make things hard for him, by the rules,” Ying Shao Xuan said at last. “But if anything happens because of him, you will bear full responsibility.” With that, he left. The other powerhouses lost interest, barely looked at Zhou Tong, and filed out.

At last, only Zhou Tong and You Cang Yue remained. They looked at each other, and something complicated flickered in Zhou Tong’s eyes. [If I owed anyone in my past life, it was this little demoness.]

“Little demoness,” Zhou Tong said softly. She gave a cold laugh. A long sword flashed free and pressed against his throat: “I did not expect you, a heartless man, to fall so low. Do you still remember what you did to me at the Hundred Sects Tournament? You are not worthy to call me that.”

People froze. It seemed the two had known each other for a long time, and not in a simple way. Mo Liu Su’s face kept changing. She snapped with disgust: “So he even tangled with a demoness. How shameful. It proves I was right. A filthy person like you is not worthy to be my disciple.”

Zhou Tong ignored her and looked only at the girl: “Why did you save me?” She gave a thin smile and pushed the sword in a bit more: “Ever think that I saved you just so I can kill you myself?” Tang Qi’s heart pounded with glee. [Kill him. Hurry and kill him!]

“Say your last words now,” the girl pressed, eyes hard, “or you won’t get the chance.” Zhou Tong showed no fear. His eyes were calm, his smile light as wind as he watched her. “I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

Those few words fell like a thunderclap. Their weight was huge. The little demoness went blank. The cold mask on her face shattered, and the long sword slipped from her hand to the ground.

At the same time, in the Jade Purity Sect’s Judgment Hall, an icy pressure burst off Mo Liu Su. That one sentence broke her state of mind completely. This rebellious disciple would not lower his head to her even in death, yet in front of a demoness he bowed at once.