Chapter 427: Chapter 427

427: Chapter 414: The Witch with Broken Wings 427: Chapter 414: The Witch with Broken Wings The child of the White Snake finally grew up into a youth.

In the distance, birds chirped through the night, and as the ancient bell on Sword Mountain pealed, the young Tianxi Heir received his sword and gained fame that shocked the world.

That day, at the sect’s gate, throngs of people gathered like waves, all converging and lowering their swords.

Among that subservient crowd, Fang Geyu saw a few familiar faces.

Those were the renowned Tianxi Thirteen Swords.

Yun Rong was also among them.

Only that the Thirteenth Sword was now one short.

Jin Sheng was no longer among them.

Ancient music played by a hundred instruments commenced, and atop the high platform, clad in a night Qilin uniform with black and crimson, the Master of Tianxi’s face remained obscure.

He held a ceremonial Dao Sword, its tip lightly touched the kneeling youth’s shoulder before retracting the sword.

The sword tip pierced the heavens, and the fierce, unrivaled Sword Qi pointed north.

Thus, the youth rode a crane northward, leading the Tianxi Twelve Swords, along with three thousand disciples under him, defeating the seventy-three counties of Mo City with the momentum of cracking bamboo, marching straight into the Forbidden Land of the Demon Sect, slashing open the sealed monument, and as a mortal, opened the gate to the Demon Land.

The Hundred Immortal Sects poured in mightily, following the breach he single-handedly created, rushing through it, invading the Demon World.

Fang Geyu had deduced which year this story took place.

At that time, the Demon World had no master, the boundary was sealed from within, and the youthful Demon Clan Young Lord, having provoked the Royal Family of corpse demons, was reverted to his original form and sealed in the Demon Cave.

The vast Demon World was unmistakably in a prehistoric low.

Although the combined power of the Hundred Immortal Sects couldn’t destroy the entire Demon World in one fell swoop, it was enough to inflict a heavy blow on the Demon Clan.

This battle was not hard to win.

The truly terrifying existences of the Upper Demon Clan remained hidden in the unknowable parts of the Demon World.

The Demon Clan within fought back, but the outcome had been decided.

In this war against demons, the Demon Path suffered heavy casualties, yet a group of survivors was spared and not killed.

Those survivors were the lowest class of demon folk living in the Wasteland City who had lost the ability to fight.

Wasteland City, as its name suggested, was a bottom-tier world where survival depended on scavenging.

Within the law of the jungle that was the Demon World, Demon Clan members born with deformities and without talent were treated as worthless trash, maggots in a gutter.

Such demons were born to be exploited and drained.

Wasteland City, at the edge of the Demon World’s dangerous border, didn’t need to be purposefully exterminated.

Every day, hordes of discarded demons died here, either devoured by demon beasts or succumbing to the harsh conditions of the wasteland’s bitter cold.

Upon stepping into Wasteland City for the first time, that young man issued an order forbidding any meaningless slaughter by righteous warriors.

Being able to break through the gate of the Demon World, in terms of merit, the young lord had no equal, and his commands carried great weight.

After the war, the abandoned folk of the wasteland saw few casualties.

However, some Demon Clan warriors attempted to hide among these discarded demon folk to save their lives, were detected by the righteous, and a great battle ensued.

In the subjugation that followed, it was inevitable that the innocent would suffer.

A young demon girl with broken wings had her eyes damaged by the Sword Qi of one of those cultivators, and from blindness, she could no longer see.

That cultivator certainly didn’t care about the life or death of a lowly discarded demon, and to the inherently apathetic Demon Clan, those discarded folk lived day-to-day mere inches from death.

Born with broken Demon Wings and now blind, she was deemed of little value, a burden to keep around.

Thus, the grievously injured demon girl struggling for life, lying in a pool of blood, could only listen to the passing footsteps, trampled into the dust.

No one would deliberately kill her, nor would anyone show her kindness.

When the war ended, the Hundred Immortal Sects left the Demon World one after another, victorious, returning home proudly.

As for the discarded demons, they each went back to their safe havens, like rats scurrying back to their stone dens, continuing their desperate struggle for survival.

The blind young demon lay quietly in the filthy bloody mud, as if she had resigned to her fate, silently waiting for death.

But Fang Geyu saw clearly, the first to break through the gates of the Demon World, was also the last to leave the Demon World.

The sound of his long boots crushing the bloody mud broke the eerie silence of the Demon Land.

The esteemed Tianxi Young Master crouched beside the young demon, his luxurious black and crimson sword robe dirtied by the stained ground.

He looked down at the hurting and trembling yet stubbornly silent young demon, and sighed lightly.

He placed his palm over her eyes, a faint light of Spiritual Power shining from his hand, soothing her pain and loneliness.

The young demon girl initially recoiled in fear from his clearly righteous aura.

His voice was soft, comforting her in a whisper, “Don’t be afraid.”

Then, he took a red string from his sword’s tassel, gently combed her messy hair, damp with sweat, on her cheeks, and tied it in a ponytail.

Fang Geyu couldn’t understand, as the Tianxi Young Master, under his father’s ruthlessly strict education, why he still dared to show mercy to a demon.

Perhaps it was because it was his disciple from the Tianxi Sword Sect who had injured the little demon, or perhaps he had seen the Sword Qi that injured her eyes was originally aimed at another demon, her elder sister.

At a critical moment, their father pushed her forward, leading to her blinding, and then she was carelessly abandoned by people.

To the Mortal World’s righteous path, the Demon Clan was seen as taboo, a contaminating evil presence.

Anyone found interacting with the Demon Clan was considered deviant, and for thousands of years, no human dared to privately keep a demon.

Such an act would undoubtedly result in universal condemnation and an eternal stigma.

Thinking this, Fang Geyu couldn’t help but bow in admiration for the young man.

He picked up the young female demon, removed his outer robe to wrap her up, and then, with the same ease as if he was not carrying away a member of the Demon Clan but just something discarded by someone else that caught his eye, he nonchalantly brought her back to the Mortal World.

Fang Geyu watched in cold sweat, this young man was incredibly miraculous; having picked up a snake and raised it for years, he stunningly turned it into a True Dragon of legends.

Now, having taken this dirty, frail little demon girl back with him, who knows what astonishing and terrifying being he might raise next.

After his reflection, Fang Geyu found his own thoughts somewhat laughable, an unnecessary worry.

That young man was deeply fortunate to have turned a White Snake into a True Dragon, a miracle seen once in ten thousand years, with truly deep fate.

Now he had casually picked up a demon girl with broken wings from the wasteland, which surely wouldn’t allow him to raise another shockingly powerful Demon Clan lord to shake the Six Realms.

But as it turned out, Fang Geyu’s thoughts were not an unnecessary worry.

If raising a snake into a dragon was the miracle of that young man’s lifetime, then this demon girl he brought back to the Mortal World, was the beginning of his calamity.