758 14.34 Last Violet Star – Provocation

Crown Prince Hong shouted, “Who the hell are you?! Name yourself! You damn devil!!!”

“As my elder brother wishes~ hehe… I am the devil that rules all greed in all three realms. My name is Tanlan.”

Hahahaha~

The arrogance within his laughter was like a slap on the face of Crown Prince Hong Longqing especially when the devil is using his younger brother’s face. Even Emperor Hong and his minister don’t have a good expression at this moment. The body the devil is using is proof of their carelessness. If they had watched over the fifth prince more closely then this kind of scandal would have never happened.

In a fit of his anger, Emperor Hong destroyed the communication crystal in his hand and his face was covered in the gloom that no one could ignore. In fact, even the Head Minister who was beside him doesn’t look good either.

That was a devil. A high-ranking one and a named one! There are only 8 named devils in the Infernal realm. One of them is the Devil Race’s Demigod and his 7 children who are the fruit of the seven deadly sins in the mortal realm.

More than ten years ago, the mortal realm had finally realized the existence of the Devil Race. They knew that the devils were not able to leave Inferno as the immortals had locked them in there. The only way to get out is to get someone to summon them. The immortals who were the embodiment of strength don’t need to worry about the Gods and Goddesses falling to the temptation of the devils.

But the human race is a different story. Mortals are sentimental beings. They live with emotions and feelings rather than rationality. It was because of this that they can get easily swayed by their emotions whether it was greed, desires, or more.

Mortals are both strong and fragile. They can move according to their beliefs and feelings. But at the same time, it left them vulnerable to the negativity of the world itself. Humans live within certain lifespans. There are some who fear death and some who want everything.

…..

Though at the same time there are some mortals who are willing to sacrifice for the good of all. Like what happened more than ten years in the past, a young cultivator dreams to fight for the future, for the good, and for fame. The eldest disciple of the (White Frozen Water Sect) Bai Lengshui Sect was considered a savior but at the same time a villain.

Bai Wuan. This is an infamous name that almost everyone from the cultivation circle knows. He is a well-known talented cultivator who was said to have the ability to ascend as a God in the future. But in the end, he fails, influenced by the emotions and desires of the human race, he who was destined to ascend to the heavens had fallen even before he reached maturity.

The devil race was involved in his death.

Now seeing another devil caused the humans to recall the pain of the tragedy of that day. It was on the very same day that they lost a friend, a brother, and a loved one.

Even before Crown Prince Hong attacked the devil, Chun Hongyun-Jun pulled out his guqin from his storage space and used sound waves to attack the Devil of Greed, Tanlan.

CLANG!!!

His usual calmness was replaced with frost and one could feel his hatred towards the devil race. Ten years ago he was the one who lost the most important person in his life. Because he was powerless the devil can only be killed in the way where they had to kill the vessel. It was he who stabbed his beloved’s heart using his own sword. That was his greatest sin and regret.

“Your highness be careful!”

The monster kings protected their liege together with the middle-class devils like Gai Yin and Ya Bo.

Tanlan stares at Chun Hongyun-Jun and suddenly laughs as he recognizes him.

“Hmm~ that face… Aren’t you that human…”

Hahahahaha~

“I remember you. You are that mortal who killed his beloved with his own hands. The lover of the vessel one of my brothers had chosen. Chun Hongyun-Jun!”

With a cold demeanor and freezing aura surrounding him, Chun Hongyun-Jun pulled out his sword. He started attacking the creatures of Inferno and the Devil race before him. He is merciless and doesn’t hold back at all. That’s how much he loathes the existence of the devils.

Yun Xiajie said, “Shut your mouth!”

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While the others are fighting outside, in the territory of the Lu Weifeng Sect (Green Wind Breeze Sect).

Hei Anjing who was suffering from insomnia had finally got the first sleep after descending into the mortal realm. This was his first sleep ever since he went down to the realm of mortals.

In his deep sleep, a scenery he never recognized appears… It was a place that was full of nothing but darkness. But despite the fact he couldn’t see anything, he could hear countless breathing and energy. Even though he couldn’t see he believes that this dark world is full of beings that live in the darkness itself but no matter how much he tries to look for the sources of those breaths, he couldn’t find anything.

He keeps walking without any direction. Hei Anjing didn’t know how long he had been walking out of this nowhere. But he didn’t stop his strides and continued to move forward. His journey was unhindered in that darkness, he didn’t even bump into something or someone but the breathing and giggling coming from all directions remained. He ignores everything he can’t see and everything he can hear. Without any path or goals, he just kept walking, even though he for some reason couldn’t understand why.

Until he reaches a place that looks bright? No, clearer. Even he couldn’t understand why he could see within this black world. Suddenly he saw a throne not far from him. There are two thrones. One is black and the other is white. On the white throne, a sleeping man was seated. He wasn’t moving at all, not even breathing. But the appearance of this person is too otherworldly. A beauty that is beyond the world.

Those phoenix-shaped eyes were much sharper than his, those eyelashes were longer than his as well. His lips were pursued in a thin line yet it was crimson on that smooth and snow-white face of his. The man’s features were much more flawless and peerless than his. Even though his eyes were closed, no one could ignore the elegance he was emitting. As if he was born with such a majestic aura and graceful presence.

This person’s features were a bit older than his, with a mature visage yet untouchable by time. He didn’t even have any wrinkles. Even his long hair was left unattended flowing behind him to the shape of the throne he is seated on. The length was so long that the tips of his hair were lying on the black ground itself. Since it was white it was the contrast to the surrounding which is made of nothing but darkness. The shade of his hair was like that of a starlight yet tainted with few strips of darkness. A white hair with a few black highlights.????????????????????l. c????

If System Yue or System Yang is here they would definitely be shocked to the core. The appearance of this slumbering man is very similar to theirs. It was something ingrained in their memories by their creator, the only being in the world that caused them to be born. It was an even more mature version of Lord Hei himself. Maturity whose age is closer to Lord God Ye or Lord Siwang. A being born before the creation of the world.

The current Hei Anjing doesn’t have memories of his original self. He couldn’t even recognize this man who looked so much like him. He walked closer to the two strange thrones in that black world. He silently observes the man sleeping on the white seat.

“Who is this man?” mumbled Hei Anjing.

While observing the sleeping man on the White throne, Hei Anjing was caught by surprise when this person suddenly opened his eyes. Their silver pair of irises met and both people were shocked to see someone who looks so like him. As if staring at a mirror itself.

The man on the white throne murmured a few words which rendered Hei Anjing speechless.

And suddenly, Hei Anjing woke up in reality covered in a cold sweat and a heart full of anxiety. Even Zhi Yue who was guarding beside his bed was jolted awake by the sudden movement of his lord.

Zhi Yue woke up in fright, “W-What?! What is it?”

“Lord Hei? Lord Hei, are you alright? You don’t look good. Should I call someone? Lord Hei? Lord Hei?”

Only then he noticed Lord Hei who was supposed to be sleeping on the bed was now awake looking like he had suffered some nightmare.

Hei Anjing was trying to take control of his erratic breathing. For some reason, he felt his ears ringing, unable to hear Zhi Yue’s words. That headache of his once again back but this time it wasn’t painful enough to make him lose consciousness.

“Noisy. Shut up,” said Hei Anjing as he finally lost his temper.

Frightened by the sudden coldness in Lord Hei’s voice, Zhi Yue immediately shut his mouth. He stood beside the wooden bed waiting for Lord Hei to calm down. Who would expect he would see Lord Hei creating a blade of ice and suddenly grip it!?

Even though Hei Anjing had a high tolerance for pain, this little bit of pain in his hands helps him clear up his mind. He took a deep breath.

Sigh~

Once he calmed down he noticed Zhi Yue standing beside the bed terrified while looking at his bleeding right hand. He couldn’t use the light elements to heal his wounds and gestured to Zhi Yue to clean up his wound. 𝒃𝒆𝙙𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Hei Anjing said, “Forgive me for scaring you. Yue, patch up the wound for me.”

“L-Lord Hei… Do you want to try healing it with light elements?” asked Zhi Yue.

Hei Anjing said, “I have no compatibility with Light Elements. It would only worsen if you treated my wounds with it. Just clean up the blood and bandage it. It would heal on its own.”

“Y-Yes, my lord!”

Zhi Yue panicked and looked around his space for something to clean the wounds but why would he have something like that? He could only get some from the system mall and started treating Lord Hei’s hand.

“Lord Hei… Do you want me to do something? I mean to help you go back to sleep…” asked Zhi Yue.

Hei Anjing asked, “Have you found the one playing the Guqin a few hours ago?”

“Yes. He is a cultivator from this realm. People of this realm call him Chun Hongyun-Jun,” answered Zhi Yue politely.

Hei Anjing mumbled, “Clear Red Clouds? Don’t tell me someone from my Imperial Father’s human origin?”

“Yes. This person is someone from the (Blue Fleeting Cloud Sect) Lan Zhuayun Sect,” said Zhi Yue as he stood by the side once after bandaging Lord Hei’s hand.

Hei Anjing took back his hand and looked out at the window not far from the bed. His face remains devoid of any emotions and no one could guess what he was thinking.

“I see. No wonder he could play the guqin that well. If it’s that clan then it’s understandable.”

“Does the Lord want this subordinate to invite the person to play a piece for your highness?” asked Zhi Yue.

Hei Anjing who was looking out of the window noticed a familiar and disgusting presence from the direction where he was looking.

“That might not be possible. This king needs to do his duties at this moment.”

“My Lord?”

“The Devil Race had appeared. They must be eliminated. That is my duty and responsibility as King Wuan. Prepare my robes, Yue.” said Hei Anjing who was wearing his inner robes for sleeping.

Zhi Yue lowered his head in a servile manner and responded, “As you wish my lord!”