Slacker Second Gen C60
by MarineTLChapter 60: Demon Lord (5)
“Xing Bozhong, where is the Fortune Reversal Pill you intend to present?” Luo Ye asked from the left side of the throne.
Xing Bozhong laughed heartily, glanced at Qian seated on the throne, then turned and gestured for the soldier beside him to bring forth the treasure box. Striding forward, he declared, “This is the elixir for the Demon Lord!”
He ascended the steps, nearly reaching the throne when Liusha stepped in to block his path.
“Give it to me.”
Xing Bozhong dodged her hand. “Right Protector, what is the meaning of this? I, old Xing, am utterly loyal to the Demon Lord! Surely, you’re not still wary of me? I went through great pains to capture that birdman, Lingyu, and to obtain this rare elixir, all to personally offer it to the Demon Lord!”
Liusha only smiled without responding. Though she looked slender in comparison, Xing Bozhong dared not act forcefully against her.
He glared and said, “Even in this state, our Demon Lord is more than capable of handling a few ill-intentioned scoundrels. Do you really think I could harm the Demon Lord?”
Seeing that Liusha remained unmoved, Xing Bozhong eventually gave in and handed over the treasure box, albeit with some dissatisfaction.
No one understood better than Liusha how fragile the young Demon Lord was now—she could no longer wield her former demonic powers.
Accepting the box, Liusha opened it, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance immediately filled the air.
The Fortune Reversal Pill emitted a soothing scent. The pill itself was only the size of a thumb, with a smooth, jade-like surface. At first glance, it appeared authentic.
Even after inspecting it herself, Liusha was still not completely reassured. She called over Han Qiu, the medical cultivator, who had been quietly shrinking into the background.
Han Qiu carefully took the pill, examined it again, and nodded. “It is indeed the Fortune Reversal Pill.”
Only then did Liusha present the pill to Qian.
Xing Bozhong, looking smug, raised his voice and said, “Once the Demon Lord recovers, you must reward me generously!”
He truly was fortunate—he not only captured a severely wounded Lingyu Immortal but also found such a precious pill on him. After this, he might become a prominent figure under the Demon Lord’s command. Perhaps he could even secure a position as a Protector Elder. Even staying in the Demon Palace like that brat Yin Yan would be better than being a mere Demon General in some godforsaken wasteland.
To Qian, this so-called Fortune Reversal Pill was no different from a small sugar pill.
A child accustomed to being fed snacks instinctively opened her mouth when food was presented. With a soft “ah,” she bit down and swallowed the tiny pill.
The pill seemed almost alive—once in her mouth, it rolled straight down her throat. Qian smacked her lips but tasted nothing.
Seeing her swallow the Fortune Reversal Pill with their own eyes, several elders nearby exchanged subtle expressions. Some relaxed, some grew excited, some were pleased, while others showed signs of unease.
Under the scrutiny of both overt and covert gazes, Qian curiously examined her hands. Suddenly, her body radiated a brilliant light, and a warm, soothing sensation spread through her.
Xing Bozhong cheered, “Congratulations, Demon Lord! You should recover soon! Bring Lingyu Immortal forward!”
Eager to showcase his loyalty, he grinned at Qian and suggested, “Lingyu Immortal is an enemy of the Demon Lord. Kill him here today and celebrate your recovery with his blood and flesh!”
Two soldiers dragged Lingyu Immortal from the golden cage. Bound at the wrists, he looked utterly disheveled. Each soldier took one arm, hauling him toward the throne before throwing him to the ground before Qian.
Xing Bozhong reached out, intending to grab Lingyu Immortal’s hair—
“Wait.”
A fan blocked his hand.
Ninth Elder Chang Chunqia scrutinized the captive. “Is this truly Lingyu Immortal?”
“As the Supreme Elder of the Breaking Mountain Sword Sect, would Lingyu Immortal really be captured so easily? Xing Bozhong, have you verified his identity?”
“Of course! Even his Wu Xiang Sword is here.” Xing Bozhong gestured to a soldier below who was carrying a long box.
“I brought the Wu Xiang Sword as well—also to present to the Demon Lord.”
The soldier jogged forward. Everyone’s eyes focused on the box, and no one paid attention to the unremarkable soldier carrying it.
Suddenly, the soldier abruptly raised his head, drawing a pitch-black dagger from beneath the box and lunging toward Qian on the throne.
“Demon Lord!” Luo Ye instantly tightened his silk threads, slicing the soldier into pieces before he could reach her.
The unexpected attack drew everyone’s attention for a brief moment.
In that split second, Lingyu Immortal, who had been lying motionless, suddenly sprang up. He caught the falling Wu Xiang Sword from the overturned box and thrust it straight at the throne.
Liusha flipped her hand, summoning a massive water mirror that appeared behind the throne. In an instant, both the throne and Qian were transported to the rear of the hall.
“Protect the Demon Lord!” Third Elder She Ling and Sixth Elder simultaneously shouted as they lunged toward the relocated throne, their expressions pale.
Yet, despite their cries, the black demonic energy surging in their hands betrayed their true intent.
Liusha was locked in combat with Lingyu Immortal and had no chance to intervene. She could only shout, “Luo Ye!”
At that moment, the shredded flesh and blood from the soldier Luo Ye had killed had not yet completely fallen to the ground. The grotesque remains writhed and lunged at Luo Ye, entangling his limbs.
This was no ordinary person—it was a flesh-refined parasite!
Luo Ye was momentarily restrained. In that brief delay, Third Elder and Sixth Elder were nearly upon Qian.
Then—
A long blade suddenly slashed between them.
Demon General Yin Yan stood in front of the throne.
With his usual air of righteousness, he barked, “What are you trying to do, Elders? Are you betraying the Demon Lord?!”
“Out of the way!” She Ling cursed at the fool.
“If you wish to harm the Demon Lord, you’ll have to get past my blade first!” Yin Yan stood firm.
A moment later, the two elders struck him together, sending him flying into a distant golden pillar.
But he had at least bought time—Luo Ye had broken free from the flesh parasite and intercepted the two traitorous elders.
“Eldest Elder! Are you just going to stand by and watch as these two commit treason? Are you betraying the Demon Lord as well?!” Liusha’s voice was sharp with anger.
She had tried multiple times to break free from Lingyu Immortal’s attacks, but she was completely restrained. Her Sandstorm Vortex had no effect on him, and even her illusions failed to confuse him.
That was when Liusha realized—this person was not the real Lingyu Immortal.
He was here specifically to counter her abilities, ensuring she couldn’t turn back to protect the Demon Lord!
Demon Lord in Danger!
In just a few breaths, chaos erupted in front of the hall. Two elders hesitated, seemingly ready to act but holding back, only observing the Grand Elder’s reaction.
A sharp glint flickered in the Grand Elder’s eyes before he finally moved—restraining the Third Elder, She Ling.
The Demon Lord was right before her, seemingly paralyzed with fear, eyes wide open as if scared witless. She Ling was convinced that with one strike, she could kill him. But just as she was about to attack, the Grand Elder seized her.
She struggled in vain and shouted unwillingly, “Weren’t we supposed to act together? This was our best chance to kill the Demon Lord! Why are you turning against me, Grand Elder?!”
“Nonsense! You’re spouting lies even at death’s door. You deserve to die.” The Grand Elder grasped She Ling’s head and crushed both her body and soul.
By now, Luo Ye had already secured himself firmly in front of Qian, and with no further concerns, Liu Sha struck down the fake Lingyu Immortal before her.
The outer layer of this so-called “Lingyu Immortal” corroded away, revealing the demonic aura within.
The impostor lay on the ground, his face twisted beyond recognition. Even in defeat, he laughed hysterically.
“Hahaha! Too late! It’s too late! Even if I can’t kill Huai Younong now, the Creation Rebirth Pill he swallowed will continuously drain his cultivation and demonic energy! His cultivation method, the Heavenly Demon Sacrificial Tome, is now useless! Hahaha—”
Amidst his crazed laughter, a cold, wrathful voice echoed:
“You all… are too noisy.”
The laughter stopped abruptly.
In an instant, the chaotic hall fell into complete silence—even the wind could be heard.
Everyone stared in shock at the familiar figure who had appeared out of nowhere.
Dark red hair, golden eyes, a presence like blazing flames—this was none other than the Demon Lord, Huai Younong.
His grand robes billowed as he floated in the air, his cold, merciless gaze sweeping across the disorderly crowd.
Suddenly, the imposter “Lingyu Immortal” let out a piercing scream.
“You… you’re the real Demon Lord! The one who was regressed and weakened was fake! This was all a trap—your scheme to lure us in! Demon Lord! Demon Lord! As expected of you—so cunning, so deceitful! You played us all like fools!”
After those words, he abruptly twisted his neck and perished, his soul dissipating. He knew that if he didn’t take his own life, a far more terrifying fate awaited him at the Demon Lord’s hands.
Huai Younong, who had just exited seclusion, only to hear the commotion outside and still had no idea what was going on: “?”
He stepped over the blood-stained floor to the front of the hall, his gaze landing on the elders, whose expressions ranged from fearful to relieved.
“Speak. What happened?”
The Grand Elder, followed by several others, knelt down one after another. “The Third and Sixth Elders conspired with rebels. Fortunately, the Demon Lord had foreseen this and orchestrated a grand plan to wipe them out in one fell swoop. Demon Lord, your wisdom is unparalleled!”
The crowd echoed in unison: “Demon Lord is wise and mighty!”
Huai Younong: “…”
His brows furrowed tightly, his patience thinning.
He turned his gaze toward his two most loyal guardians, hoping they could offer a proper explanation.
Yet, they too knelt. Liu Sha said, “Demon Lord’s wisdom is unmatched. I am deeply ashamed that I failed to recognize your true presence!”
Luo Ye’s eyes gleamed with reverence. “Welcome back, Demon Lord! Your foresight is flawless—every move accounted for!”
What the hell are they talking about?!
Huai Younong scowled, ignoring the others who were trembling in fear. At last, his gaze settled on the figure seated on the throne—Qian.
Qian was equally bewildered.
From the moment she swallowed the little “candy pill” to when they all started fighting, and then suddenly kneeling—it had all happened within three minutes.
She had no idea why they fought or why they stopped. Everything felt like a blur, and she was completely lost.
In their mutual confusion, at this moment, the Demon Lord and his daughter shared an unexpected connection.
Huai Younong strode toward Qian, scrutinized her, then grabbed her by the collar and lifted her off the ground.
“Where did this little thing come from?”
At that moment, Qian finally reacted. She might not understand everything, but she did remember one important rule—when you see someone who looks like you, call them “Dad.”
So, she instinctively called out, “Daddy!”
The word “Daddy” was something Huai Younong knew mortals used to address their fathers.
Judging by their identical appearances, it did make sense for this little brat to call him that. But… when did he ever have a child?
Was this an imposter? A homunculus? Or some kind of blood puppet?
Suspicious, Huai Younong placed the tiny figure on the throne and began examining her. He ruffled her hair, pinched her chubby arms, testing for anything abnormal.
Yet, despite his formidable cultivation, he could find nothing amiss. She was a real, living human child—and, more astonishingly, she seemed to share his exact bloodline.
Having been dangled in the air, then thoroughly manhandled, Qian clutched her fingers anxiously. She found this “Daddy,” who exuded an overwhelming aura of menace, rather frightening.
“Daddy?” she called out again, her voice small and uncertain.
Huai Younong ignored the soft, adorable call. He had a simple way to confirm if she was truly his bloodline.
Without hesitation, he yanked up her sleeve, revealing her plump, fair little arm. Then, he sank his sharp fangs into it.
His canine teeth pierced the soft flesh, drawing a bead of fresh blood.
Huai Younong licked the blood from his lips.
No doubt about it—it was the same as his. She carried his blood.
The child stared at the bite mark on her arm, watching the blood well up.
She was stunned for a moment. Then, suddenly—
She threw her head back and wailed at the top of her lungs.