After The Simp Sealed His Heart With Cement, The Demon Lord Immediately Fell In Love! - Chapter 18

One decade after another passed. Both Su Mo and Wen Muli were geniuses blessed by the heavens, and with the secret cultivation techniques of the Wen family, their progress was rapid. Wen Muli continuously expanded the sect, sending disciples out to gain experience and vanquishing demons to help the local population, accumulating prestige at an incredible rate. His power grew ever greater, yet he and Su Mo drifted further apart due to mounting misunderstandings. Despite this rift, Su Mo never once considered leaving, remaining steadfastly by his side.

Nearly a century had passed, and Wen Muli was no longer the weak, incompetent youth he once was. Once again, he led his men to Mount Wanlong. Fortunately, this time, he retrieved a dragon egg. However, the dragon had not hatched, and without the dragon, they could not obtain the dragon spiritual roots. To avoid any mishaps, Wen Muli told no one and hid the egg in the back mountains of the Qiankun Sect. The back mountains were a forbidden area, accessible only to the Wen family, and with their abundant spiritual energy, it was the perfect place for the egg to hatch.

What caused the final, irreparable break between him and Su Mo was Su Mo allegedly wounding Hao Yeshu severely. Wen Muli had received a sound transmission from Hao Yeshu claiming that Su Mo was trying to take his life. He rushed over, disregarding everything, but he was still a step too late. He saw Su Mo’s hands drenched in blood, with Hao Yeshu lying on the ground, hovering between life and death. Heaven knew that when he saw that scene, his entire world collapsed. Yet, Su Mo showed no remorse, saying only one thing: “He deserved to die!”

Wen Muli felt pity for himself. Even though his lover was in mortal danger, he could not bring himself to punish Su Mo; he could not bring himself to lay a hand on him. In the end, he only imprisoned Su Mo in the back mountains, their childhood secret base. He had hoped Su Mo would repent, but instead, Su Mo seemed to become even more brazen, releasing the hatched young dragon, which led to Hao Yeshu’s death. At that moment, all his emotions transformed into deep, bitter hatred.

He collaborated with the Shuiyun Sect to slaughter all the sects that opposed his rise to the throne. He became the Emperor, revered by all. But what was the point? The person with whom he had wanted to share his joy and the world was already dead. He hated Su Mo, so he married him in an act of humiliation, named him Empress, and imprisoned him in Fengxin Palace for a century. Hatred does not fade with time; it only festers and intensifies.

Until this very moment, seeing the scenes in the Memory Stone, Wen Muli finally woke up. His hatred was so ridiculous!

The veil in the sky played the scene of Su Mo and Hao Yeshu’s final confrontation. In a hidden chamber, Hao Yeshu, who had finally stolen the Wen family’s secret technique, dropped his facade, his eyes filled with greed.

“Wonderful, truly wonderful! As expected of the Wen family’s secret art. I have only practiced one-tenth of it and already achieved such progress. My century of plotting was not in vain; I have finally achieved my goal.”

“So, this is your true purpose?” A sudden voice emerged.

Hao Yeshu frowned and looked back warily. Su Mo stood in the shadows, the dim candlelight causing his rugged features to flicker.

“So it was you. You have turned a blind eye for so many years, so why refuse to continue playing the deaf-mute now?” Hao Yeshu sneered, asking without a hint of fear.

“I only ask you this: are you in league with the people who annihilated the Wen family back then? Perhaps, was your approach to us from the very beginning meant to destroy the Qiankun Sect?” Su Mo clenched his fists, asking with hatred.

Hao Yeshu seemed to recall something, his expression growing dazed. “I did not want to. After all, I loved Ah Li. But I had no choice. Do you know the life I led before I met you? Although my spiritual roots were poor, I possessed the rare Yin body. My father used me as a cultivation vessel, offering me to countless men to satisfy his own agenda. There was not a single day my body was whole. I tried to escape, but every time I was caught, I was met with torture worse than death.

“Do you know why the Xiaoxiang Academy stands so tall? Why it is called a treasury? Because my father used various cruel methods to wipe out small sects, stole their secret arts, and gained profit by rewriting and selling them to other cultivators. Do you know how many major sects are involved in this? You are all good people, but so what? Good people do not live long. Only villains and poisoned hearts like me can have the last laugh! The facts prove my choice was correct, was it not? Look, I survived. Not only did I outlive my father, but I was also about to become the Emperor’s wife. I was going to be the most prestigious person in this world.”

Hao Yeshu laughed and cried at once, his crazed demeanor that of a true madman. As he spoke, his smile twisted into something hideous. “Why does Ah Li care for you so much? I truly do not understand. You are nothing but a dog he raised; why could he not simply discard you? It does not matter. It does not matter. After tonight, your last ounce of trust will be shattered. Tell me, if I kill you, will Ah Li punish me?”

As he finished speaking, he lunged, his sword aimed at Su Mo’s vital point. As a high-level physical cultivator, Hao Yeshu’s ambush could not harm Su Mo in the slightest. The sword pressed against his dantian, unable to pierce even half an inch of skin. Su Mo looked at him coldly, filled with disappointment and confusion, seemingly unable to understand why Hao Yeshu would strike like a moth to a flame when he knew he could not win. Did he not fear that Su Mo would reveal the truth to the world?

“Tell me, if I am injured by your hand, will Ah Li make you pay with your life?” Hao Yeshu laughed maniacally, his eyes gleaming with madness.

Before Su Mo could react, Hao Yeshu retracted his sword and, without hesitation, drove it into his own dantian. Puff! The sharp blade pierced his golden core. He gave a crazed laugh as blood spilled from his mouth, and he collapsed to the floor.

“Madman!” Su Mo gritted his teeth, rushing forward to stop the bleeding. He might have been a villain, but he certainly should not die this way!

Despite all his caution, the honest Su Mo had fallen into Hao Yeshu’s trap. Just as his hands were soaked in blood while trying to save him, Wen Muli, who was supposed to be away, returned and witnessed the scene. Everyone naturally assumed that Su Mo, driven by jealousy, had intended to kill Hao Yeshu.

Wen Muli stumbled toward him, step by step, his trembling hands grasping Su Mo’s throat as he hoarsely demanded, “Why?”

Su Mo’s lips parted and closed repeatedly, but unwilling to let him know the truth, he gritted his teeth and said, “He deserved to die!”

He was imprisoned once again. By a twist of fate, he met Xiao Xiao. Through Xiao Xiao, he guessed Hao Yeshu’s intentions. He decided to act decisively and let Xiao Xiao go. This thwarted Hao Yeshu’s schemes, causing him to reap what he had sown and perish. Hao Yeshu was indeed clever; he was willing to sacrifice his own life to sow discord between Wen Muli and Su Mo because he knew the young dragon had hatched, and with the dragon’s spirit roots in hand, he would be safe. But he had not calculated that Su Mo would release Xiao Xiao, causing his hopes to vanish.

And Wen Muli had cared for Su Mo more than he cared for himself; even when Hao Yeshu was on the verge of death, he had not been willing to tear out Su Mo’s spirit roots to save him.