The Simp’s Heart is Sealed in Cement; The Demon Lord Falls Hard! - Chapter 17

Wen Muli returned to his homeland, rebuilt the Qiankun Sect, and became its Sect Leader. He never once abandoned the search for the enemies who had killed his parents and clansmen, nor did he abandon the search for Hao Yeshu even though they all knew that the frail Hao Yeshu could never have survived the enemy’s hands.

Not long after the Qiankun Sect publicly recruited disciples once again, they suddenly received a clue regarding Hao Yeshu. When they found him again, his situation was utterly miserable. In an extremely dilapidated thatched hut, blind and blind, he was eking out a living by serving the most lowly of men…

That day, Wen Muli went completely mad. He tore the man who had defiled Hao Yeshu into pieces, yet that still wasn’t enough to appease his hatred. Meanwhile, Hao Yeshu huddled on the filthy bedding, shivering violently. Su Mo only watched him quietly, his eyes filled with mistrust and scrutiny. Wen Muli knelt beside Hao Yeshu, his trembling hand attempting to pull his. The other party screamed in terror, kowtowing incessantly, begging him to let him go. Wen Muli, eyes red, pulled the anxious man into his embrace and choked out: “Yeshu, it’s me… I’m sorry, I came too late…”

“Muli… Muli… is it really you? Wuu-wuu-wuu… why did you take so long to come!” Hao Yeshu hugged his neck tightly, crying his heart out.

Before he could calm his emotions, Su Mo approached menacingly and began to challenge him: “How did you survive? With that enemy’s viciousness, it would have been impossible for him to spare you!”

“I, I don’t know… After you left… that person fed me a pill, and I felt as if my internal organs were being churned in pain, and then I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself in a mass grave. My eyes were gone, and my spiritual root had been damaged by the poison, making it impossible to cultivate…”

This was Hao Yeshu’s answer. Su Mo wanted to ask more, but Wen Muli angrily interrupted him.

“Enough, Su Mo. He is my lover, not a criminal! He has suffered so much for me, yet you still doubt him to this day!”

“I don’t wish to doubt him; it’s just… don’t you find the timing of his appearance too coincidental?”

Su Mo was unable to make his case. But Wen Muli, at that time, simply refused to listen. He knew there was an issue with the timing of Hao Yeshu’s appearance, but the guilt in his heart made him unwilling to think deeply about it. They brought him back to the Qiankun Sect.

Following an examination by the divine physician Mo Xiyuan, it was confirmed that Hao Yeshu indeed had residual poison in his body. Because of that residue, his body was extremely fragile, and his cultivation had made no progress in fifty years, remaining stuck at the Foundation Establishment stage. With this, the suspicions surrounding Hao Yeshu were completely cleared.

Wen Muli had taken a venomous oath that he would definitely cure him. The residual poison in his body, Mo Xiyuan could resolve. But the damaged spiritual root—he had no way to repair it; it had to be replaced. And the replacement spiritual root had to be a Dragon Spiritual Root or a Fusion Spiritual Root. After the ancient wars, countless ancient divine beasts had perished or gone extinct; in the current cultivation world, there were no dragons at all. Where were they to find a Dragon Spiritual Root?

A Fusion Spiritual Root was right before his eyes, but Wen Muli was not so malicious as to harm the brother who had lived and died with him just to save his lover. But if the spiritual root was not replaced, Hao Yeshu’s lifespan would eventually come to an end.

In the years that followed, Wen Muli placed all his focus on searching for the Dragon Clan. Hard work paid off, and he finally obtained news about the dragons. Though he didn’t know if it was true or false, he decided to risk his life for his lover’s sake to make the journey.

Su Mo, naturally, could not rest easy letting him go alone and followed him without hesitation. This journey almost cost Su Mo his life. It was also on this excursion that the five ferocious claw marks were left on his face, wounds that could never heal.

It is said that Ten Thousand Dragon Mountain was once the burial ground of the Dragon Clan; even though the dragons had perished, no cultivator dared to approach it easily. Because it was guarded by a great demon that had already awakened its intelligence, a demon whose cultivation was unfathomable—no one had ever returned alive from Ten Thousand Dragon Mountain!

Only those who had experienced it knew the terror of Ten Thousand Dragon Mountain. They hadn’t even reached the deep parts of the mountain before they were attacked by numerous demon beasts. These were no ordinary beasts; they were great demons that had lived for thousands of years, at the 18th level the strength of a single 18th-level great demon was equivalent to a powerhouse at the Nascent Soul stage. At that time, Su Mo and Wen Muli’s cultivation levels were only at the late Nascent Soul stage.

They survived by a hair’s breadth, killing countless beasts and exhausting their spiritual energy before they finally arrived at the place where the dragons were hidden. They did indeed see a dragon egg, but it was followed by an even greater danger. The spiritual beast guarding the dragon egg was a 22nd-level demon beast. Converting that to rank, they were facing a great demon at the Tribulation Transcending stage—only one step away from ascension! If they had acted recklessly, they wouldn’t have been enough to fill the demon’s teeth!

The final result of their discussion was to win by wit. Su Mo would lure the great demon away, while Wen Muli would be responsible for stealing the dragon egg. Everything was planned perfectly, and no one expected that the great demon would sense Wen Muli touching the egg and rush back regardless of everything.

The great demon and Wen Muli began their battle on the edge of a steep cliff. The great demon was wary of the dragon egg in his arms, afraid to strike too hard for fear of injuring it. Wen Muli, however, acted with reckless abandon. He held the resolve of one ready to die, determined to take the egg, and his attacks were brutal, striking at the beast’s vitals time after time.

The great demon was thoroughly enraged by him and reached out with a claw. Su Mo threw himself into harm’s way to block the damage, his face completely disfigured, his shrill scream echoing across heaven and earth. Wen Muli seized the opportunity, piercing the great demon’s abdomen with a sword. The great demon also let out a shrill howl, its monstrous aura ravaging the surroundings, the force blowing both of them away.

Su Mo was sent flying a hundred meters, crashing into countless ancient trees before he barely came to a stop. Wen Muli’s luck was worse; he flew directly off the cliff and fell. At the critical moment, he grabbed a withered tree on the cliffside, but the dragon egg in his hand did not escape the same fate, falling into the abyss. The great demon could not fly, yet it chose to plummet off the cliff along with them to save the dragon egg. In the end, they both ended up battered and bruised—neither side gained any advantage.

When Wen Muli woke up again, he had already returned to the Qiankun Sect. At that time, when he opened his eyes, he was already safe. But only now, through the Memory Stone, did he see.

It was the blood-drenched Su Mo who had endured the excruciating pain, exhausting his every ounce of strength to save him. Seeing him on the verge of death, he hadn’t even bothered to recuperate before bringing him home. On the way, they were ambushed by enemies again. Su Mo killed countless people to bring the unconscious him back to the Qiankun Sect. He himself had added new wounds to the old, and because the best time for treatment had passed, the toxins contained in the great demon’s body had settled into Su Mo’s system. The claw marks on his face could never be restored!

Having lost the last dragon egg in the world, Wen Muli was filled with self-reproach. He hadn’t even looked to check on Su Mo before immediately launching a new plan.

He, must become the Emperor of the cultivation world!

Only the strong could protect everything around them. Only the strong could obtain everything he wanted! Only by becoming the Human Emperor could he use this special status to find a Fusion Spiritual Root for his lover other than Su Mo’s!