After The Simp Sealed His Heart With Cement, The Demon Lord Immediately Fell In Love! - Chapter 21

The young man appeared to be in his prime, but his panicked expression and overly clear, innocent eyes were at odds with his handsome face. He possessed an unworldliness that made him look remarkably like a child.

“Do not chase me,” he muttered in a panic, glancing back at his pursuers. His foot caught on a small mound of dirt, and his sturdy body tumbled to the ground with a dull thud.

“It hurts. Momo, it hurts.” The palm of his hand had been scraped raw by rough stones, and the foolish young man could not hold back his tears, which fell in large, heavy drops. He wailed, completely forgetting that he was being hunted.

Soon, the dozen or so Foundation Establishment youths behind him caught up. Without a word, they began to kick and punch him.

“You stinking idiot, that is for kicking me! Beat him to death! Beat him hard; I will take responsibility if he dies!” The lead youth was incredibly arrogant, landing the most vicious blows. The others looked on with excitement, treating the fool like a punching bag.

It hurt. It hurt so much. The fool whimpered, curling his body into a ball, his fists tightly clenched as he dug his fingernails into the dirt. In his desperate clenching, he felt something in his palm, something colder and smaller than the soil.

The pain was overwhelming, and he bit his lip until it bled. His hands remained tightly fisted, pressing the object into his skin until it punctured his flesh. Blood stained the thin scale; the scale, as if sensing something, began to emit a faint light.

Just as the fool’s breathing grew shallow and weak, the light suddenly flared brilliantly.

“What is that?” The youths, blinded by the sudden radiance, covered their faces and shouted.

After a few seconds, the light vanished. They looked nervously at the fool curled up in the dirt.

“Hey, are you dead?” The leader instinctively raised his foot to kick him again.

However, the hulking yet usually sluggish fool seemed like a different person. His reactions were lightning fast as he grabbed the youth’s slender ankle. With a crisp crack, the ankle was snapped clean by the fool’s crushing grip.

Impossible! He was a genius who had already entered the Foundation Establishment stage! This fool should not even know how to draw qi into his body!

The youth stared in shock before letting out a shriek. “It hurts! Damn it, let go! What are you all standing around for? Beat him, beat him hard!”

“Stinking idiot, you are courting death!” Several of them rolled up their sleeves, ready to continue the assault.

The fool suddenly raised his head. His dirty face obscured his true features, but his eyes were now chillingly cold and wise. The crowd was astonished to find that the atmosphere around the fool had changed. A single glance was enough to make one’s hair stand on end.

What was going on? The youths retreated a few steps, looking at one another with confusion.

“What are you doing? Move! My foot, it hurts like hell!” the youth held by the fool shouted in anger. He was the favored youngest son of Elder Hong; if he complained, the others would be in deep trouble. Why should they fear a fool who could not even speak clearly?

Summoning their courage, they rushed toward him with a roar. They had no idea that the fool had leveled up. They were facing Su Mo, the invincible General who had bathed in the blood of thousands a millennium ago.

“Aow.” “It hurts! Is this idiot crazy?” “Let go, please let go! I was wrong, Grandfather, I was wrong!”

Half an hour later, wailing echoed through the woods. Su Mo stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a veteran cadre watching the group of youths kneeling before him with their hands raised.

“Answer my questions obediently. If your answers satisfy me, I will let you go.” He frowned slightly, speaking calmly.

“And if you are not satisfied?” one youth asked timidly.

Su Mo paused for a second and slowly raised his hand, shaking his fist. Recalling the power of that fist, which felt like a crushing iron hammer, the youths trembled and nodded frantically. “Ask! We will answer everything! We promise you will be satisfied!”

“How is the spirit beast war in Fengdu? Were there many civilian casualties? Are the Emperor and Consort Xian safe?” Su Mo asked, his face full of anxiety as he voiced his greatest fears.

“Huh?” The youths looked at each other with blank expressions, as if he were speaking of legends. Seeing him raise his fist, they hurriedly cried out, “Do not hit, do not hit! It is not that. You are doing this on purpose, right, you idiot? We understand the words you say separately, but together, they make no sense! What Fengdu? What Emperor and Consort? Are you talking about some storybook?”

They did not know? Su Mo’s eyes widened. Had he been transported to a different world? Just as he was muddled, one youth seemed to recall something and asked timidly, “Um, the Emperor and the spirit beast war you speak of, that wouldn’t be something from a thousand years ago, would it?”

A thousand years? Su Mo nearly choked on his own saliva.

“So, the Emperor Wen Muli, Consort Xian Yan Yichen, and the city of Fengdu do exist, right?”

“They exist in history, but that mad Emperor only exists in legends. No one has ever actually seen him.” The youth pouted.

Mad Emperor? Su Mo was astonished, his mind spinning with questions. If it were a fact that he was still in the cultivation realm, why did this plot differ entirely from the one that Little Eight had given him?

No, that was not right. It seemed that even before his death, the plot had already begun to deviate. Su Mo shuddered, suddenly recalling the moment before he died. According to the original plot, while Wen Muli had killed that twenty eighth tier earth beast, he had been severely wounded and rendered unconscious, which caused him to miss the great battle of Fengdu.

After Su Mo committed suicide to take Zhou Jian down with him, the demon army, waiting to capitalize on the chaos, would have attacked. Yan Yichen, having cooperated with the demons, would have ultimately had a change of heart after seeing the displaced civilians. He would have defected at the critical moment, sacrificing his remaining spiritual power to repair the protective barrier.

His own death would have exposed Yan Yichen’s conspiracy. Afterward, Yan Yichen and Wen Muli would have begun a deep, torturous romance, full of suffering and catch me if you can tropes. Xiao Xiao, whom he had released, would have become the ultimate villain, seeking revenge against the human realm and becoming the Demon Emperor, setting traps to kill Wen Muli. Yet, through twists of fate, this would have become the catalyst for the deepening of their love. After a century of love and hate, they would eventually set aside their grudges and fight the enemy together. Ultimately, the Demon Emperor would be defeated, and Wen Muli would name Yan Yichen his Empress, resulting in a legendary romance.

The problem was, at the time of his death, Wen Muli should not have appeared. Why had things gone off course? Had the plot completely derailed since then? Su Mo shuddered, his doubts deepening. If it were true that the plot had completely collapsed, why hadn’t Little Eight erased him, but instead allowed him to be reborn?

He hoped they did not still want him to set things right. Being erased directly would be far more merciful than that!