Chapter 337 - 136: Zhao Ci: I’m Screwed, I’ve Become the Demon Monarch

Chapter 337: Chapter 136: Zhao Ci: I’m Screwed, I’ve Become the Demon Monarch

He knew perfectly well that by swallowing this pill, he would very likely become inextricably entangled with the Demon Sect.

But he took it anyway, clinging to a sliver of hope.

Then the second, and the third...

So, seeing this person before him now, he wasn’t surprised at all.

He...

He couldn’t lie to himself and say that if he could choose again, he would have refused the Life-Restoring Pills.

To say so would only make him look like a fool.

Huangfu Song continued, "If your future self, who has already become a peerless master, was given the chance to choose again, do you think he would refuse the Physical Secret Realm?"

"Enough!"

Yang Mo finally snapped. He shot to his feet and glared at Huangfu Song. "I have no idea what you’re talking about! I took your Life-Restoring Pills, so you can consider it a debt! A life for a life, a debt for a debt—that’s the way of the world."

"I have nothing of value to repay you with, but I can pay with my life."

"If you feel that’s not enough, then just kill me!"

’Mastering the Physical Secret Realm.’

’He would indeed grow stronger.’

’But no matter how strong he became...’

’...it would be the Demon Monarch’s strength.’

’It would have nothing to do with him, Yang Mo.’

This man’s words filled him with humiliation.

"No, no, no!"

Huangfu Song shook his head with a smile. "You don’t owe me. These Life-Restoring Pills were never mine to begin with. The formula for the Soul-Burning Potion, as well as these five Life-Restoring Pills, were all given to me by the Lord Saint Monarch. He told me at the time that only five Life-Restoring Pills existed in this world, and that I should use them when the time was right."

"At first, I didn’t understand what he meant by ’when the time was right.’"

"But now..."

A hint of mockery suddenly tinged his smile. "These five Life-Restoring Pills are a debt you owe to a dead man. How do you plan to repay it?"

Hearing this, Yang Mo couldn’t help but shudder.

’How does one repay a dead man?’

’How could I possibly repay it!’

’Besides bringing that person back to life, what other way is there?’

’I want to start cursing!’

’That fucking idiot Demon Monarch! When he made that bet with Xiang Tiange, he swore up and down that he would prove even a person with mediocre talent could stage a comeback through hard work and being ruthless with themselves.’

’And the result?’

’He secretly kept the Soul-Burning Potion for himself.’

’He even kept the Life-Restoring Pills.’

’Even the Physical Secret Realm was just a grand escape route.’

’He left himself plenty of escape routes!’

’In his bet with Xiang Tiange, how was that any different from cheating?’

’How could such an arrogant, hypocritical, and cowardly person be worthy of the title Demon Monarch?’

’I...’

’...am supposed to become such a disgusting person?’

Seeing him grow more and more silent, Huangfu Song smiled and continued, "Lord Saint Monarch..."

"Fuck you!"

Yang Mo could no longer control the rage in his heart. He drew his Long Sword and swung it straight at the man’s neck.

’He was prepared for the man before him to fly into a rage from the humiliation and kill him in retaliation.’

’But he never would have expected it.’

’His strike actually landed.’

His head tumbled to the ground—the man hadn’t dodged at all.

’Only...’

’The feedback transmitted through my sword was definitely not the feeling of a blade slicing through flesh.’

He looked closely.

The head on the ground was actually made of wood.

And the body still stood silently in its original spot.

Yang Mo: "..."

"Sigh!"

The head on the ground let out a soft sigh.

Then, the body bent down, picked up the head, and tried to place it back on its neck. But the wood had been cleanly severed. After several failed attempts, the body gave up. It sat down on a nearby tree stump, holding the head in its arms.

The puppet’s head spoke: "The situation within the Demon Sect is tense, so I couldn’t get away in person. Please forgive me, Lord Saint Monarch."

Yang Mo: "..."

The feeling of punching cotton left him incredibly frustrated, as if his chest were about to explode.

’But...’

’...what can I do?’

’At first, I hadn’t sensed any aura from the man and had assumed his power was being suppressed.’

’But it turned out to be a wooden puppet with no cultivation at all.’

’So what now?’

’Take out my anger by destroying a wooden puppet?’

Yang Mo trembled with rage. "Let’s not even discuss whether I am the Saint Monarch you speak of. Even if I were, by pressuring and offending me like this, aren’t you afraid of the consequences?"

"Consequences?"

Huangfu Song let out a soft sigh.

’Of course, I knew the consequences.’

’The Saint Monarch had always been a man who acted according to his own whims. This time, it was a soul fusion, not the Saint Monarch’s soul devouring Yang Mo’s.’

’Doing this would surely earn me his ill will and might even run counter to my goal of becoming the ’number one meritorious servant’.

’But more than becoming the ’number one meritorious servant,’ I want the original, unadulterated Saint Monarch to return to his peak state as soon as possible.’

’That woman, Gu Xiangzhu, is too unstable!’

’If Zhao Ci is the Saint Monarch’s reincarnation, he’s very likely to be influenced by her thinking.’

’If Zhao Ci isn’t, she’s very likely to make some moves behind the scenes.’

’And the only one who can help me, Huangfu Song...’

’...is the Saint Monarch, the one who is single-mindedly focused on killing Zhao Huan and toppling the entire dynasty.’

’I am my own man.’

’I have never been anyone’s vassal.’

’My unwavering loyalty to the Saint Monarch did stem partly from a worship of power.’

’But more than that, the Saint Monarch is my only hope for revenge.’

’No one else...’

’...could possibly help me kill the Emperor and get revenge on the entire Great Yu Dynasty.’

’Huangfu Song... I have always been the one with the clearest head.’

’Everything I do is to bring that man back as quickly as possible.’

He lifted his head, his voice tinged with melancholy. "Shall we talk?"

Yang Mo: "..."

...

「Tenth Prince’s Mansion.」

Another mission was completed. After the three of them returned to Lingge to report, they went back to the Tenth Prince’s Mansion, each with a grim expression.

Xiao Shenke looked unwell. "Your Highness, is there really no way for Da Yong to recover?"

"There isn’t."

Zhao Ci shook his head. "His Divine Soul was too severely injured. It’s a miracle he can even live a normal life."

The very thought of it made him want to kill someone.

’Although I managed to force out Huangfu Song’s Soul Mist by taking a risk, the aftereffects of the possession are truly severe.’