Chapter 241 - 116: Yang Mo: I’m the Dumbass Demon Monarch?

Chapter 241: Chapter 116: Yang Mo: I’m the Dumbass Demon Monarch?

But this content was utter nonsense!

The Lord Saint Monarch had clearly said that if you can’t become strong, you must look for the reasons within yourself. That bastard Zhao Ci was just blaming everyone else. Could he really excuse his failure to become strong just because he lacked power, connections, or cultivation talent to fall back on?

He felt conflicted.

Over the past few days, he had been gathering a lot of information about Zhao Ci.

He found that although this person seemed like a scumbag to outsiders—a petty villain who showed no mercy when he had the upper hand, completely lacking the bearing of a master—

to his own people, he was the number one "warm guy" in the world.

Zhu Li?

Pampered!

Feng Kucha?

Pampered!

Yang Mo?

Pampered!

He even pampered them, the Civilian Mansion Officials!

Sometimes, you couldn’t tell if it was a tactic to win people over or if he genuinely wanted to act that way.

This was the complete opposite of the Lord Saint Monarch in his previous life!

’Even if the Lord Saint Monarch reincarnated, he wouldn’t turn out like this, would he?’

’Something’s not right.’

’I need to keep observing him!’

He strode forward to catch up.

But he saw Yang Mo’s legs give out, nearly causing him to collapse.

To play the part of his current identity, he quickly rushed forward to support him. "Lord Yang, are you all right?"

"I’m fine!"

Yang Mo shook his head, his face pale.

He wanted to push him away and walk on his own, but his head spun, and the world seemed to turn upside down.

In his mind, wisps of memories that didn’t belong to him began to surface.

"Xiang Tiange, I have lost! But I still don’t believe I was wrong. A chaotic era is not wrong; what’s wrong are those weaklings! They lack the strength to survive in a chaotic era entirely because they are lazy. Even if they are trampled under iron hooves, they deserve to die!"

"Do you know why you cannot break through to the Eighth Transformation?"

"Why?"

"Because you are too arrogant! You were born into a great clan of a Southwest Feudal Kingdom, blessed from birth with top-tier talent and resources. You even had the previous Demon Sect Leader as your mentor. Any one of these is something countless people could only dream of, yet you still attribute your success solely to your own effort. With such arrogance, how could you possibly break through to the Eighth Transformation?"

"Hah! Those things may be rare, but I earned them through my hard work."

"That’s because you don’t understand ordinary people at all! No matter how hard they try, they can never obtain those things! Have you ever wanted to seek knowledge but lacked the travel money? Have you ever tried with all your might but failed to develop Qi Sensitivity? Have you ever studied for years, unable to comprehend a Cultivation Technique that others grasp in a single glance?"

"Those... are just excuses made by the mediocre!"

"Then do you believe that if you were an ordinary person, you could overcome everything I’ve described?"

"Of course I could!"

"Then I won’t kill you!"

"Ah? You’re going to let the tiger return to the mountain?"

"A man who cannot break through to the Eighth Transformation is no tiger to me! Your Celestial Demon Dissolution is already at the grand completion stage; you should be able to reincarnate, right? Go and prove you can do it, and then I will admit that you were right! Of course... I might not live to see that day, but you can burn paper money at my grave then. The question is, do you dare?"

"Why wouldn’t I dare? Not only do I dare, but I will also choose a new life with the greatest restrictions. Just you wait! Twenty years from now, I will prove to you that there is no hardship that cannot be overcome!"

Yang Mo: "..."

An indescribable sense of humiliation exploded in his heart.

He had only recovered this short fragment of memory, but he was certain it was something from the depths of his soul.

But... why?

’I’m the Demon Monarch?’

’I’m actually the Demon Monarch?’

’That idiotic Demon Monarch who spewed bullshit but whose fucking logic made no sense?’

’Why?’

’Why am I connected to someone so disgusting?’

A wave of self-loathing suddenly washed over him.

Even when Ying Rui had humiliated him so badly, he had never hated himself this much.

He felt his chest was about to explode from the tightness and couldn’t help but curse under his breath, "Fucking hell, that fucking piece-of-shit Demon Monarch!"

His voice was very quiet.

It was almost impossible for anyone else to hear.

But someone just so happened to be right beside him, supporting him, and heard every single word crystal clear.

Zhang Da Yong’s gaze turned cold, and a sharp killing intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.

’He dares to curse the Saint Monarch?’

’Is the Saint Monarch someone a weakling like you can so easily criticize?’

The hand supporting Yang Mo’s back tensed into a claw.

’Weakling!’

’You have chosen the path of death!’