He Transmigrated Into The Body Of A Demonic Sect Leader And Fell In Love With The Male Lead - Chapter 3

In the middle of the night, Lu Fenghuo was sleeping in the inn when he was suddenly awakened by a wave of commotion. His current body possessed such formidable martial arts prowess that even the slightest distant movement could be heard clearly.

He naturally had a bad temper when disturbed from sleep, and being awakened in the middle of the night made him even more displeased. Sporting a messy bird’s nest of hair, Lu Fenghuo rose with an expressionless face and looked out from the windowsill.

A courtyard a hundred meters away was engulfed in soaring flames. Continuous screams and cries echoed through the night, making it impossible for anyone to sleep.

A fire?

Lu Fenghuo was fully awake now.

Given the situation, falling back asleep was out of the question. Lu Fenghuo channeled his lightness martial arts, leaped nimbly from the windowsill, and decided to check out what was happening over there.

He walked toward the burning location.

The blazing estate belonged to a wealthy family, featuring intricate pavilions, terraces, and winding corridors. Lu Fenghuo stood upon the rooftop of the estate and looked toward the chaotic scene.

Not looking would have been one thing, but looking gave him quite a start.

He had stumbled straight into a scene of a wiped-out clan!

Below him was a river of blood, with maidservants and footmen running in all directions, their faces twisted in terror. Looking further into the distance, the ruthless murderers responsible for the massacre turned out to be none other than familiar faces.

The leading old man was hunched over, his eyes tightly shut, holding a brown walking stick. Who else could it be but Liu Dongnian?

No wonder earlier that day, Liu Dongnian and his men had been whispering secretively and talking about carrying out some mission.

So this was the mission they were executing.

A whole family massacre.

Ever since his transmigration, Lu Fenghuo had viewed this world as a book. The characters within it were all creations of his own mind, making everyone feel like flat paper cutouts devoid of true realism.

Therefore, witnessing such a scene did not cause Lu Fenghuo a single shred of panic.

He simply treated it like watching a movie.

Liu Dongnian and his subordinates operated with practiced efficiency, first setting fires everywhere and then moving in to kill. Judging by this routine, wiping out a family was clearly not their first time.

Lu Fenghuo wanted to find a spot to sit and watch, but his lack of field experience caused him to accidentally kick a roof tile, producing a faint sound. It was precisely this subtle noise that drew the attention of Liu Dongnian and his group.

Liu Dongnian kept his eyes tightly shut, yet his dark, withered face pointed straight toward Lu Fenghuo’s position, looking exceptionally eerie. Zhao Fan and the others also turned their gazes over with ill intentions.

A miscalculation.

Zhao Fan had a fiery temper. Spotting Lu Fenghuo again, he drew a curved saber and lunged forward to slash at him. The weapon in his hand this time was a crescent saber about half the size of an adult, radiating formidable power.

Zhao Fan’s logic was simple. Earlier that day, he had suffered a humiliating setback because of this punk and had even been scolded by his senior brother, leaving him deeply aggrieved. He had been lamenting the lack of a chance to teach this punk a lesson, and now the fellow had delivered himself right to their doorstep.

This punk was weirdly formidable; back in the daytime, Zhao Fan had actually been unable to defeat him, which deeply wounded his pride. Believing his own martial arts were not inferior, Zhao Fan concluded that the brat must have simply gotten lucky earlier.

Zhao Fan desperately wanted to salvage his dignity now.

He calculated everything rapidly in his mind, knowing that even if he couldn’t defeat the kid on his own, his senior brother would certainly step in to help.

After all, this kid had witnessed them committing a massacre, so his senior brother would never let him walk away alive; he was destined to be buried right here.

Only dead men tell no tales.

With that thought, Zhao Fan raised the heavy crescent saber and slashed downward.

The outcome was predictable.

Zhao Fan was easily and effortlessly suppressed by Lu Fenghuo.

Soon after, Liu Dongnian and the others also utilized their lightness skills to join forces with Zhao Fan against Lu Fenghuo. Even so, Lu Fenghuo did not show the slightest sign of defeat, appearing unfathomably strong.

Shadows of blades flashed across the rooftop, and the battle was decided in no time. Liu Dongnian sustained a slash on his body and, realizing he could not defeat this swordsman, grabbed Zhao Fan and made a run for it.

Before fleeing, Liu Dongnian felt both shocked and bewildered. When did such a formidable expert appear in the Jianghu?

They escaped so swiftly that before Lu Fenghuo could react, they had already vanished into the distance, leaving behind only blurred afterimages.

Lu Fenghuo: Truly impressive.

Lu Fenghuo leaped down from the rooftop. The courtyard was littered with corpses, and no living souls seemed to remain. Just as he was about to leave, a young boy darted out from some hidden corner.

The boy appeared to be around thirteen or fourteen years old, of short stature, barely reaching Lu Fenghuo’s chest. He wore a white robe, though the pristine fabric was now stained with mud and looked thoroughly filthy.

The boy hurried right up to Lu Fenghuo, dropped to his knees, and struck the stone ground with three resounding kowtows, saying, “Thank you, senior, for saving my life. The Shen family will forever engrave this in our hearts.”

“Think nothing of it,” Lu Fenghuo curved his lips.

Having saved a few lives, Lu Fenghuo felt reasonably content. He had no desire to demand repayment from the child; after all, as the current demonic sect leader, he lacked nothing and cared little for such external favors.

With that, Lu Fenghuo turned to leave.

Time to head back to bed.

The boy was inwardly astonished.

Named Shen Yuansi, the boy was the sole young master of the Shen family. Overnight, his family had been slaughtered, and having witnessed his parents die before his eyes, Shen Yuansi harbored a deep storm of grief and hatred.

Yet he forced himself to hold back his tears.

His enemies were still laughing; how could he possibly cry?

The Shen family had withdrawn from the Jianghu many years ago, and Shen Yuansi only knew some rudimentary martial arts. Since those murderers were martial artists, Shen Yuansi knew he had to elevate his own strength if he ever wanted revenge.

He needed to find a master.

Shen Yuansi had been hiding in the shadows the entire time and had seen everything clearly. This purple-robed swordsman had effortlessly defeated all those attackers by himself, proving he was undoubtedly a supreme expert.

At this moment, seeing the swordsman display such an indifferent attitude and showing no greed for material rewards, Shen Yuansi deduced he could not be a vicious villain. Without further hesitation, he kowtowed once more.

“Senior.”

The sound of his forehead striking the bluestone pavement was exceptionally crisp and loud.

Hearing the sound, Lu Fenghuo did not hesitate; his pace of departure quickened. He had no wish to become entangled in any more troublesome matters. However, right at that moment, the boy’s voice called out.

“This junior, Shen Yuansi, earnestly begs senior to take me as your disciple.”

Lu Fenghuo: Shen Yuansi? Was this not a minor villain from the later arcs?

Lu Fenghuo halted his steps.

According to the original plot of the book, Shen Yuansi suffered the destruction of his family in his youth and barely managed to escape, only to fall into the hands of a toxic physician of the Jianghu who used him as a human test subject for poisons.

Shen Yuansi’s meridians differed from ordinary people, making him exceptionally resilient to toxins. Tortured by the poisonous physician, he not only survived but developed a body completely immune to poisons, at the cost of having his lifespan slashed by several decades.

From his youth onward, Shen Yuansi harbored his vengeance in secret. On the surface, he acknowledged the toxic physician as his foster father, while secretly building his own formidable faction behind the scenes. Later in the story, he would hack the toxic physician into pieces, dismember him, and peel away his skin entirely.

Yet even that was not enough; he continued stirring up chaos throughout the Jianghu while sitting comfortably behind the scenes. He loved watching the martial arts world tear itself apart and wanted nothing more than to slaughter everyone in the world.

Such a minor villain was vastly more ruthless and capable than a homebody like Lu Jue. His ultimate end went without saying: he was eventually eradicated under the protagonist’s sword.

Lu Fenghuo turned around and walked briskly toward the youth. He reached out to lift the child’s chin, and a delicate, refined face was revealed, accented by a tiny tear mole at the outer corner of his eye.

The reddish-brown tear mole made his striking features stand out even more.

Alright, there was no doubt about it; this was indeed the minor villain.

Checking the timeline carefully, the minor villain’s family was destroyed in his youth, after which he was adopted by the toxic physician. At the present moment, the main plotline had indeed not yet begun, happening seven or eight years ahead of schedule.

The timeline matched up perfectly.

Lu Fenghuo was genuinely surprised.

A casual rescue had netted him a minor villain.

That raised a question. Should he accept the minor villain’s request and take him as a disciple? Doing so would undoubtedly cause the book’s plotline to deviate significantly.

On the other hand, if Lu Fenghuo ignored him and let the boy be picked up by the toxic physician, there was no telling how much suffering the child would endure. Need it be said that this minor villain turned into a total psychopath later on?

Without too much hesitation, Lu Fenghuo reached a decision.

Oh well, since the kid had landed in his hands, he couldn’t just stand by and ignore him. As for any plot deviation resulting in other deaths, that was a bridge to cross when he got there.

Better to handle the present first.

Lu Fenghuo wore a gentle smile and spoke lightly, “Very well, I accept.”

Until this moment, Shen Yuansi still found it hard to believe. Jianghu experts generally possessed eccentric temperaments and were notoriously picky about taking disciples. Asking just then had been nothing more than a desperate gamble.

He hadn’t expected it to actually succeed just like that?

Shen Yuansi was quick-witted; recovering from his initial shock, he joyfully struck the ground with three more kowtows and solemnly declared, “Master is above, please accept three bows from your disciple, Shen Yuansi.”

Lu Fenghuo smiled and pulled his newly minted disciple to his feet. Shen Yuansi probably had no idea yet that he had just become the disciple of the demonic sect leader, making him half a person of the demonic sect.

A fine, upright righteous-path youth had just stepped straight into the muddy waters.