The Demon 1-5

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Chapter 1

Two months ago today was the happiest day for Ji Qingyang. Why? Because it was his wedding day. He was marrying his childhood sweetheart, his betrothed since birth, Ding Qianqian, the only daughter of the Ding family, a long-time friend of the Ji family.

Ji Qingyang was twenty-eight years old this year, and his wife Ding Qianqian was nine years younger than him, nineteen years old this year. In fact, they should have been married four or five years ago. After all, in this era, it was very common for girls to marry and have children at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and it was not uncommon for twenty-year-old men to already be fathers of four or five children. It was quite rare for couples like Ji Qingyang and his wife to marry so late.

However, because Ding Qianqian was one of the renowned beauties of the Fifteen Beauties of the martial arts world, it was considered a great honor for Ji Qingyang, a wealthy but unremarkable country bumpkin with no other redeeming qualities besides wealth, to marry such a beauty. Everyone who knew him believed Ji Qingyang must have done incredibly good in his past life to be able to marry Ding Qianqian, one of the fifteen most famous beauties of the martial arts world. No matter how long he waited, it was all worthwhile, even for Ji Qingyang himself.

But two months later, Ji Qingyang no longer thought so. Standing on the boulder by the lake, he just wanted to howl to the heavens and vent his sorrow.

Everyone thought that Ding Qianqian was being wronged by marrying such an insignificant country bumpkin as Ji Qingyang, while Ji Qingyang was fortunate. Even Ji Qingyang himself thought so. In fact, the reason for the arranged marriage was that the Ding family had faced a major financial crisis, and his father, based on the good relations between the two families, stepped in to resolve the crisis for Ding's uncle.

Grateful, Uncle Ding, during a banquet with his father, drunkenly pointed to his pregnant wife's belly and told the seven-year-old Qingyang that if the baby was a boy, he would become sworn brothers with Qingyang; if it was a girl, she would marry him. Thus, Qingyang knew from a young age that he had a fiancée.

Later, when Ding Qianqian was five, she was taken in as a disciple by the abbess of the Cinian Nunnery, which her family supported. She completed her apprenticeship at fifteen. Qingyang, now twenty-four and the head of the Ji family, whose father had died, immediately went to the Ding family to propose marriage.

However, the Ding family refused, saying that Ding Qianqian needed to travel the martial world for training as instructed by her master and therefore it was not advisable for her to marry. Qingyang wasn't in a hurry.

Every year thereafter, Qingyang urged her to marry, but each time he received the same answer: Ding Qianqian was still training in the martial world and therefore it was not suitable for her to marry. After four years, Qingyang finally gave up.

After all, from what he'd heard, Ding Qianqian, upon her debut, was unanimously hailed by martial arts figures as one of the "Seven Flying Beauties" among the fifteen most beautiful women in the martial arts world, collectively known as the "Twin Immortals, Six Beauties, and Seven Flying Swallows." Countless young talents were driven mad by her. How could a nouveau riche reeking of money like him possibly catch her eye? Moreover, his father, who had arranged the marriage, was dead, and his uncle, Ding Shibo, was bedridden. For several years, it had been Aunt Ding who had managed the Ding family's affairs, and Aunt Ding had never liked him, her nominal son-in-law. At

the beginning of this year, Qingyang received a message from Aunt Ding saying that Ding Qianqian would be training in the martial arts world again this year, so she couldn't marry him. Even a fool could see that this was a scheme by the Ding family to arrange the marriage. Besides, Qingyang was not only not a fool, but also extremely intelligent; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to control the vast wealth of the Ji family, which outsiders couldn't fully grasp.

However, in the latter half of the year, news suddenly arrived from the Ding family that Ding Qianqian had completed her training and could now choose a date for her marriage. Overwhelmed by the long-awaited good news, Qingyang, without suspicion, happily married within a month.

But on the very night of their wedding, Ding Qianqian, with her stunningly beautiful face, declared to him, "Because I have no feelings for him whatsoever. The only reason I'm marrying him is because my father threatened to kill himself. Therefore, until he makes me fall in love with him, I will absolutely not let Qingyang touch a hair on my head." With that, Ding Qianqian displayed her skill, smashing the sturdy table made of century-old red cypress wood in the bridal chamber to pieces with a single blow, demonstrating that any attempt by Qingyang to force himself on her would be futile.

This blow also shattered Qingyang's enthusiasm. Later, Qingyang thought, after all, Ding Qianqian was a female knight-errant who had once roamed the martial world; her views were naturally more open, especially since she was marrying him, a wealthy country bumpkin. It was no wonder she acted this way.

He'd already married her, and he refused to believe that persistent effort wouldn't win Ding Qianqian's heart. Therefore, from their wedding day, Qingyang moved into the guest room and showered Ding Qianqian with affection, determined to move her with his passion, even if it meant becoming the servants' laughingstock.

But he was wrong, utterly wrong, utterly ignorant, and utterly unjustly wrong.

Three days ago, as usual, he was inspecting his properties when, on a whim, he bought an expensive, exquisite little bracelet. He returned early, intending to surprise Ding Qianqian—and indeed, it was a surprise.

When he entered their new house, where Ding Qianqian had lived alone since their wedding day, he saw her sitting with her back to him at the dressing table, head bowed, seemingly writing something.
Qingyang's heart skipped a beat. He quietly approached and saw Ding Qianqian writing in a thick book. But before he could get a good look at her, Ding Qianqian spotted him in the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

Seeing Qingyang suddenly appear behind her, Ding Qianqian, without thinking, closed the book, whirled around, and slapped Qingyang across the chest. The wind whistled as she struck, clearly using all her strength. At the same time, she cursed, "You filthy man, who told you to sneak in? Die!"

Her slender, jade-like hand, brimming with murderous intent, landed on Qingyang's vital spot. However, for some reason, Ding Qianqian, despite her full strength, was instead rebounded by an even stronger force, flying backward and slamming heavily against the hard wooden board of the bed with a deafening roar. Ding Qianqian then lost consciousness.

The loud noise attracted the servants' attention. The steward rushed over and saw the mistress lying by the bed, covered in blood, while the master stood blankly in front of the dressing table, a book in his hand. Without hesitation, the steward immediately shouted for a doctor and pulled the dazed master to sit in the living room.

Three days later, Qingyang stood by the lake, lost in thought. He pondered that the most insurmountable hatred in the world was the hatred of killing one's father and the hatred of having one's wife stolen.

His father had died when he was twenty, succumbing to illness from missing his mother, dying of a broken heart. Therefore, he had no hatred for killing his father. But what about the hatred of having one's wife stolen? If his wife had never truly belonged to him, then could that hatred even be considered hatred?

Three days ago, after sitting in the hall for an unknown amount of time, he saw the butler and doctor enter with expressions of pity. The butler had been with his family for over thirty years, and the doctor had watched him grow up. However, he couldn't understand why these two elders were looking at him with such pity.

The doctor said, "Young Master, please accept my condolences. The young mistress has miscarried."
"Miscarriage?" Qingyang repeated, seemingly not understanding, his blank eyes staring at the white-haired old doctor, completely oblivious to the implications.

The doctor sighed, "Yes, the young mistress was three months pregnant. This time, due to the strong impact, although her body was strong because of her martial arts training, the baby couldn't be carried to term. Young Master, please accept my condolences."
"Three months pregnant?" Qingyang murmured again. Three months? Where was he three months ago? Oh, right, three months ago he was inspecting properties out of town. Then, where was the young mistress they spoke of, his wife of two months? Oh, he didn't know. It wasn't until their wedding night two months ago that he saw his fiancée for the first time in three years.

Three months pregnant? Forget three months pregnant; they'd been married for two months and still hadn't consummated their marriage. Where did his new wife get three months pregnant?
"Three months pregnant? Three months pregnant? Three months pregnant?... Hahahaha... Three months pregnant? Hahahaha!"
Repeating these words, a strange and peculiar smile appeared on Qingyang's face, followed by a maniacal laugh, seemingly insane.

Seeing him like this, the old steward and the old doctor couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh. The old steward said to the old doctor, "Old friend, this matter..."
The old doctor sighed, "I know, I know, I will never say a word, but secrets can't stay hidden forever, things are bound to leak out!"
The old steward smiled bitterly, "It's come to this, let's just take it one step at a time. What do you think of the young master's condition?"
The old doctor shook his head, "Alas, the young master couldn't handle the shock, his anger overwhelmed him. Let him vent, that's all. Alas, I'll go back now. Keep an eye on the young mistress's condition; although she's not in mortal danger, it's still a great injury." With that, the old doctor shook his head and, amidst a series of sighs, slowly walked out of the Ji family's hall, leaving only the concerned old steward and the maniacally laughing Qingyang.

After locking himself in his room for two whole days, Qingyang finally emerged, looking utterly haggard. The servants' whispers had no effect on him; he was like a walking corpse. Under the old steward's concerned gaze, Qingyang shakily mounted his horse, clutching the diary of Feiyan, written by his new wife. He finally knew everything.

Dragging his nearly broken body and soul, Qingyang staggered towards the Cinian Nunnery, a place the Ji family contributed 100,000 taels of silver to annually. Now, the Cinian Nunnery was his last hope, for the abbess was his new wife's teacher, one of the ten most beautiful women of twenty years ago, and a close friend of his wife's mother, another of the ten beauties. That was his only hope now.

But in the end, even that hope vanished. Qingyang left the Cinian Nunnery like a wandering soul, utterly devastated.

The abbess of Cinian Nunnery, once known as the Fire Phoenix and one of the Ten Beauties, is now Hui Ding, a middle-aged Daoist nun in her thirties. Qing Yang didn't receive the assistance he desired from her. Instead, the beautiful nun gave him a stern warning: he must not reveal this matter. She also strongly urged him to take good care of her disciple, or else he should be careful not to lose his head.

Furthermore, the only proof he could have had—the Fei Yan Diary written by Ding Qianqian herself—was torn to shreds on the spot. Then, under Hui Ding's stern warning, Qing Yang was brutally kicked out of Cinian Nunnery by her group of incredibly beautiful disciples.

As the gates of Cinian Nunnery closed, Qingyang clearly saw the undisguised contempt in the eyes of the nuns, from the youngest twelve to the oldest sixty. Then, after the gates closed, Qingyang clearly heard someone say, "Master, if we do this, what if he stops making offerings to our nunnery? Won't we be doomed?"

Then, Huiding's voice rang out, "If he dares not give, this year, not only will he continue to give, but he will also produce one million taels of silver to cover the expenses of our Cinian Sect's establishment." One million taels of silver? That could support ten thousand households for ten years!

Then, Hui Ding's voice rang out again: "This money-grubbing fellow doesn't even look in the mirror. There's no way my good disciple would be interested in him. If it weren't for the fact that Young Master Yu is currently busy practicing his divine skills and can't be distracted, and that I had to ask my good disciple to help him raise some funds to help him ascend to the position of Alliance Leader in order to avoid gossip, then that scumbag of his wouldn't even dare to look at my precious disciple, let alone let him take advantage of me by claiming the title of husband. If it weren't for the fact that he and my father have provided us with so much merit, I would have already cut off his head with a sword."

"Now look what's happened! Your senior sister's unborn child has been harmed by him. Once Young Master Yu emerges from seclusion, it won't be as simple as spending tens of millions of taels to buy a cheap husband for such a good deed. He'll be torn to pieces by Young Master Yu. His vast fortune will be used to help Young Master Yu ascend to the position of leader of the Eight Steeds Alliance, and at the same time, to fund acts of chivalry. It's a way of atoneing for his sins. Although he still can't escape divine retribution, what we're doing is accumulating some good karma for him, hoping he can be reincarnated sooner in his next life..." He couldn't hear the rest of the conversation because he couldn't bear to listen anymore and couldn't help but flee.

Young Master Yu, Yu Xiaotian—he would remember this name forever. The person described most vividly in Fei Yan's diary was the son of the current leader of the Eight Steeds Alliance, known as the Handsome Jade Swordsman, hailed as the number one expert and the most handsome man of the younger generation. He was the dream lover of countless beauties in the martial arts world, as well as the lover of his newlywed wife and the father of the child she lost.

Standing by the small lake, Qingyang felt as if his world had collapsed—collapsed by the darkness of human hearts, by the falseness of human relationships, by the rule that strength represented everything, and by the death of his heart.

He thought, does martial arts mean everything? Is strength justice? Is his value merely that of a nouveau riche, a despicable man reeking of money?
He thought again of that palm strike—the palm strike from his delicate, beautiful wife, that adorable little hand that struck, enough to end the life of a country bumpkin who was completely devoted to her, yearning for her love that would never come—a palm strike that severed all kindness, a palm strike that cut off life itself.

Then, he remembered the first sentence he could recite, the first word he could write: "Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs!"
No! Wrong! It should be "Only man is ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs," first man is ruthless, then heaven and earth are ruthless.

So, what exactly had he learned before? The scriptures he recited, the morals he studied, the principles he learned, the virtues he upheld, the human nature he took for granted—what were they then?
So painful, so painful, so painful! An emptiness welled up from the depths of his heart, devouring his heart, his body, his soul, until nothing was left. Then he found himself seemingly becoming infinitely large, infinitely large beyond measure. Human hearts, morality, and all that remained—all were gone. Only he remained, his purest, most innocent self, his true self, stripped of all pretense. He was himself, he was simply himself, his original self, his true self. Then, Qingyang realized he had been filled, his emptiness filled by his truest self. He had become himself again.

Then, a fiery heat rose from the deepest part of his body, so hot that Qingyang's clothes turned to ashes. So hot that he had to jump into the icy lake before him. Then, only the ashes on the large rock and the slowly boiling lake water remained.

Ten days later, in a cave on the back mountain of the Ji family, a naked young man, covered in water and with a head of wet, messy hair, stood in front of a wall. On the wall was a large, blood-red character for "demon," and an eerie killing intent emanated from this character, filling the empty room.

The young man muttered to himself, "By the venerable sects of the Demonic Sect, I, your disciple, have broken through the twelfth level limit of the Demonic Art through the power of the Void Heart, and have successfully advanced to the thirteenth level. Although I would rather not have it, having fulfilled the vow of the Demonic Sect for a thousand years, I hereby declare myself the thirty-seventh sect master of the Demonic Sect, to continue the thousand-year-old tradition, and to break the vow that all disciples of the Demonic Sect are forbidden from entering the martial world or using the Demonic Art!"

After speaking, the young man waved his hand, and another "Demon" character appeared on another wall. It was exactly the same size and style as the previous "Demon" character, but unlike the murderous aura of the previous one, this "Demon" character appeared explosive, bizarre, ordinary, or sinister from different angles. Its infinitely changing aura directly overwhelmed the original "Demon" character, making it pale in comparison to an ordinary character on the wall. The young man snorted coldly and walked out of the stone chamber.

In the dim light, one could see a line of smaller characters to the right of the original "Demon" character: "Established by Chang Litian, the 36th generation sect leader of the Demonic Sect, with the 12th level of Demonic Skill." The date was over a thousand years ago. Next to the "Demon" character left by the naked young man, there was also a date: "Established by Ji Qingyang, the 37th generation sect leader of the Demonic Sect, with the 13th level of Demonic Skill." The date was the 18th day of the 7th month of the year Yichou, which was today.

Soon after, in the Ji residence, the master, Ji Qingyang, who had been missing for more than ten days, finally returned to the residence, wearing an ill-fitting coarse cloth garment, amidst the astonished and contemptuous gazes of the servants.

The Qingyang of today is not the same as before. He is sensitive to the fact that the servants already know about the thing that hurt him. Moreover, the usually gentle man has suddenly become a laughing stock in the eyes of the servants. He doesn't blame them, he really doesn't blame them, but the way the servants look at him makes him feel uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

Looking at the approaching old butler, only his face was filled with worry, and his eyes were brimming with endless concern, which warmed Qingyang's heart. Without saying much, Qingyang instructed, "Uncle Ji (butler), have everyone assemble in the courtyard. I have something to announce."

After speaking, Qingyang immediately returned to his room to bathe and change. Soon, when he emerged from the bathroom, refreshed, the old butler, Uncle Ji, was already standing outside his room, looking at him with concern. He said, "Young Master, everyone is assembled. Everyone is here; not a single one is missing."

Then he asked worriedly, "Young Master, are you alright?"
Qingyang smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Ji, don't worry, I'm fine." Uncle
Ji nodded, then said cautiously, "Young Master, you seem a little different. You seem like a different person."
Qingyang said "Oh," and smiled, "How have I changed?"
Uncle Ji shook his head and said, "Uncle Ji, how have I changed? Aren't I still me? How have I changed?"
Uncle Ji said affirmatively, "Young Master, you really have changed. Before, you were gentle and polite, and your attitude towards people was mild. Now, although..." "Yes, it's the same, but your whole demeanor has changed. I can't quite put my finger on it. Now you seem to have a stronger confidence, and there's something frightening about your smile. I can't quite put my finger on it, but having watched you grow up, I'm confident I'm not mistaken. Besides, there are many other things that are different from before. To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that I watched you grow up, no one else would dare say these things to you. Even so, when you stare at me, young master, this old man still gets a little creeped out."

Qingyang smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Ji, don't worry, I've just figured some things out. Don't worry. By the way, things haven't been very peaceful at the manor these past few days, have they?"
At this point, Uncle Ji couldn't help but feel indignant and said, "What are these servants thinking? You've always been so good to them, young master, and now they're actually trying to take advantage of you. Several times, I've heard them using the young mistress's words to make fun of you. I've always warned them, ah..."

Suddenly, he realized that this was like reopening Qingyang's wounds. Uncle Ji fell silent.

Qing Yang smiled and said, "Uncle Ji, it's alright. I don't mind anymore. They'll be unable to speak soon. However, I might need to trouble you to go to town later and recruit some new servants."
Uncle Ji was taken aback and asked doubtfully, "Young Master, what do you mean?"
Ji Yang didn't answer and walked directly to the courtyard. In front of all two hundred servants in the Ji family, he sneered, "I'm sorry, I can no longer provide you with a laughing stock. You are all to leave the Ji family immediately and are not allowed to return. You are all dismissed."
Ah! Exclamations of surprise rang out among the servants. Someone asked, "Young Master, why is this?"
Qing Yang simply said, "No reason. I just don't like that you don't respect me enough. There's no reason."
Upon hearing this, the servants were even more surprised and exclaimed, creating chaos as they began to commotion.

However, all the noise fell silent after Qing Yang shattered the three-person-high artificial hill in the courtyard into pieces with a single palm strike. Qing Yang's cold gaze swept over everyone, and then he said stiffly, "Remember, leave the Ji residence within a quarter of an hour. If I find out that anyone has taken anything belonging to the Ji residence, not even a piece of cloth, or if anyone has gonessiped about it after leaving, then this stone will be your example. Remember, anything related to the Ji residence, good or bad, is the same."

After speaking, he turned to the old steward, Uncle Ji, and said, "Uncle Ji, after you've settled these people's wages, immediately send them away..." "Leave the Ji residence. The one who was speaking means he doesn't even want his wages anymore; just kick him out. Then, immediately go to the county government and hire some servants who know how to respect their masters. Increase their wages fivefold and have them

come to the residence tomorrow. Don't hire anyone who has any connection with this group. Understand?" Uncle Ji, stunned by Qing Yang's slap, nodded blankly. Then, Qing Yang instructed, "While you're at the county government, visit the county magistrate. Tell him I want to reclaim the land of Cinian Nunnery. If the magistrate asks why, tell him I'm building a brothel. But I doubt he'll dare to ask. Remember to tell him to sell people to reclaim it first thing tomorrow morning."

"By the way, Ding Qianqian has woken up, hasn't she?" Qingyang suddenly asked again. Uncle Ji instinctively replied, "Young Madam..."
Qingyang interrupted, "Ding Qianqian is not the young madam. I, Ji, do not have such a wife, and she will never be your young madam. Oh, and by the way, when you go to the county government, take back all the funds we invested in the Ding family's businesses. Anyway, Master Ding is already completely delirious and near death, so I don't need to worry about his reputation anymore. I want them to know that everyone who offends me will not have a good end."

Uncle Ji froze again, forgetting even to reply to Qing Yang. Seeing Qing Yang about to leave, he finally remembered to say, "Young Master, Ding Qianqian woke up eight days ago and has been demanding that you come out to see her, saying..." Qing
Yang turned around and gestured, "Go on."
Uncle Ji mustered his courage and continued, "She said she wants you to give her justice... and she wants you to pay with your life."
Qing Yang listened, gave a cold laugh, said nothing more, turned and went back to his room, ignoring Uncle Ji and the other dismissed servants who were intimidated by his utterly inhuman laugh.

Only then did the servants realize why they had angered Qingyang and been fired—it was because of Ding Qianqian. They couldn't help but secretly regret their gossip. The Ji family's wages were already 50% higher than other families; now, a fivefold increase was unimaginable. Yet, the once gentle young master was completely different. Just seeing how he dealt with anyone connected to Ding Qianqian showed he was truly determined. Based on their understanding of the Ji family, offending them meant certain death in this county—no, in this province. After all, even they, who had been with the Ji family for years, couldn't calculate the Ji family's true wealth.

With a sigh, everyone followed Uncle Ji to collect their wages. The boulder Qingyang had just smashed was still there; they dared not say anything more, lest they lose their wages.

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