After The Simp Sealed His Heart With Cement, The Demon Lord Immediately Fell In Love! - Chapter 22

Reflecting on the three hundred years of suffering he had endured, Su Mo felt a sense of numbness wash over him.

“Eighth Master, are you there? I do not want to follow the plot, and I do not have the capability to set it straight. You might as well just erase me.” He looked into the dark, silent forest, beginning to mutter to himself.

The youths kneeling on the ground looked at him as if he were insane. The fool was not acting foolishly anymore, but he had clearly gone mad. Fool or lunatic, it did not matter; they had to escape. Finding a silent consensus, the group stood up simultaneously and bolted into the distance.

Su Mo had no energy to spare for a few children. Having waited in vain for an answer from Eighth Master, he lay flat on the ground in an act of pure defiance. “Fine, I will not be a tool anymore. Let the world burn.”

Closing his eyes, he began to play dead.

“Is it reasonable to be tormented for hundreds of years? I have not even been in a relationship, yet I was forced to act like a desperate, fawning dog. Is that reasonable? The entire novel is centered on gratuitous suffering. Is that reasonable? It is a good thing the original owner was erased, as he did not have to suffer this indignity. If it were me, I would have broken character too. Falling in love with someone as cowardly, selfish, and dim witted as Wen Muli? I might as well cement my heart and stay single for life! Acting as a father, mother, bodyguard, thug, and nanny, I worked for free for three hundred years, and when I open my eyes, I am still in this hellish world. If I do not rebel, who will? Which moron wrote this novel? Bring him to me; I promise I will not kill him immediately! If you will not appear, I am going to sleep!”

It was as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had accumulated while dormant. He ranted and babbled all night long, but Eighth Master never made an appearance to erase him. Certain that the system would not appear, Su Mo simply closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation, beginning to refine the spiritual energy stored within the fool’s body.

Drawing energy into his body, Foundation Establishment, and Core Formation flowed as smoothly as breathing.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The sound of swords cutting through the air echoed above the woods. Su Mo’s eyes snapped open, his phoenix like gaze sweeping coldly toward the sky.

“Take him down!” A deep, elderly male voice commanded, laced with malice.

Several Golden Core cultivators swooped down with vicious intent, intending to capture Su Mo. Although he was not entirely sure what was happening, he knew he could not simply sit and wait for death. He had scanned this body while resting the previous night. The fool was indeed simple minded; despite possessing fusion spiritual roots just like Su Mo, he knew nothing of cultivation, concerned only with eating, drinking, and watching ants move.

Fortunately, it was a fusion spiritual root; it cultivated even while he lay idle. The amount of spiritual energy stored in the fool’s body exceeded his expectations. If not for these meddlesome people, he could have broken through from the early stage of Core Formation directly into the mid stage.

The four men descending were at the eleventh, seventh, twelfth, and third levels of the Core Formation stages, respectively. All four were higher in cultivation than Su Mo, who was only at the first level of the early Core Formation stage. Yet, Su Mo did not hold them in high regard. After all, before his rebirth, he had been a powerhouse at the Mahayana stage. Even without his former cultivation, his century of combat experience was far beyond these inexperienced youths.

The group did not take the fool seriously at all. Su Mo exploited this arrogance, aiming for a surprise strike. With one palm, he sent one man flying. With a sweep of his leg, he shattered another man’s shin.

“Core Formation stage?”

The middle aged man hovering above, who was at the late stage of Nascent Soul, a mere step away from the Spirit Severing stage, widened his eyes in disbelief.

Down below, the youngest man, possessing the highest cultivation among those on the ground, shouted and attempted a sneak attack from behind, raising his sword to strike while Su Mo was occupied with his companions.

Clang.

Not even a layer of Su Mo’s skin was broken. With a crisp sound, the sword snapped in two.

“Physical cultivator?” The middle aged man was truly shocked now.

The fool of the Nantian Sect was famous far and wide. Everyone knew he could not cultivate, yet in just one night, this person had broken through to the Core Formation stage and was fighting those above his rank. It was clear: the person who had killed his son was him!

The middle aged man’s eyes filled with lethal intent. He was a senior at the Nascent Soul stage; he felt no shame in bullying a junior. In his eyes, Su Mo was already a dead man. Only the dead could keep secrets, could they not?

Snorting coldly, the middle aged man descended on his sword, gathering spiritual energy to launch a spell at Su Mo. Su Mo sensed the attack. However, although his five senses were keen, the reaction time of his weakened body was half a beat too slow. He tried to dodge but could not fully evade the spell. A hole was punched through his shoulder, and blood began to gush out like a small stream.

Logically, he should have been in excruciating pain. Strangely, Su Mo felt nothing. No sense of pain?

He was deeply bewildered, but with a formidable enemy ahead, he dared not let his guard down. He suppressed his confusion and continued to fight.

“Who are you, and why do you want to kill me?” he demanded, his gaze cold.

“How dare you, Su Mo! You pretended to be a fool to deceive the sect. Deception aside, you also harmed your fellow disciples. Today, I shall purge the trash from this sect!” The middle aged man spoke with self righteous indignation while driving his spiritual energy to unleash another spell.

Su Mo knew he was not a match for the man as he was. He dodged the incoming spells clumsily while rapidly calculating a countermeasure. There was only one chance; if he failed, he would surely die. Gritting his teeth, Su Mo gathered his resolve and turned to run.

“Trying to run? Today, you will pay for my son with your life!” The middle aged man growled, leaping forward in pursuit and raining down spells to snipe at him.

Ugh. Su Mo’s knee was pierced by another spell, and he stumbled to the ground. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. With a pale, panicked expression, he looked back at the approaching middle aged man and propped himself up on the ground, retreating.

“Keep running, why do you not?” The middle aged man laughed heartily, closing the distance step by step. He raised his foot and brought it down hard onto Su Mo’s injured knee.

Crack. A crisp sound echoed. Su Mo still felt no pain, but he gave a convincing groan.

“I have no feud with you. Why must you kill me?” He wheezed, gritting his teeth as he asked.

“No feud? You beast! Liyun was only seventeen. He was the child I waited so many years for. You dare kill me! Your head is mine!” The middle aged man was pushed to the brink of rage. He leaned down and grabbed Su Mo’s collar, his eyes flashing with intense hatred.

It was at this moment that Su Mo, who had been feigning weakness, curled his lips into a smile.

Puff.

The broken blade from earlier was driven straight into the middle aged man’s dantian. The dantian was the most vital part of a cultivator. Unless one reached the Spirit Severing stage and could stabilize the nascent soul outside the body, a shattered dantian meant death.

With that stab, the nascent soul within the man was critically damaged, and the spiritual energy leaked from his dantian like water from a punctured bucket.

“How is this possible?”

The middle aged man’s eyes filled with disbelief before his body went limp like rotting mud. Even in death, he could not understand how he had been killed by a mere fool who had only just entered the Core Formation stage.

Su Mo collapsed to the ground, soaked in sweat and panting like an ox. He poked the hole in his shoulder with a finger, puzzled: why did it not hurt? Could this be the legendary golden cheat code?