Chapter 96: He Really Didn’t Mean to Fool Anyone

Chapter 96: Chapter 96: He Really Didn’t Mean to Fool Anyone

Are you kidding me?

Looking at Feng Muxi’s completely serious expression, Su Han was at a loss for words.

’I swear to heaven... no, never mind. Heaven wouldn’t have me.’

’I swear to Su Yi—who for some reason insists on following me, so much so that I’m afraid of leaving her behind even when just stepping out the door—that this time, I really hadn’t planned on tricking anyone!’

He had just heard a commotion from home and rushed over to see who was fighting.

But he never would have imagined that he’d barely arrived, before he could even figure out what was going on, when Feng had started bowing to him.

’I already explained everything, but he’s still dead set on me being his ancestor. How am I supposed to reason with him?’

’This... wasn’t the kind of vibe I was going for at all!’

Seeing Feng Muxi’s refusal to believe he was just Su Han, and the suspicion in Miss Feng’s eyes, Su Han thought for a moment and let out a faint "Mm."

’Don’t get me wrong! I didn’t admit to anything! I admitted nothing.’

’I’m just too lazy to explain... that’s all.’

"What’s the situation here? Why are you two fighting?"

Hearing the question from this seemingly awesome ’Royal Ancestor’, Feng Muxi explained the whole story from beginning to end.

"The Demon Race? The Seven Generations Copper Coffin?"

After glancing at the three Demons bound in the golden prison, he turned back to Feng Muxi. Su Han thought for a moment, then asked,

"And you? What race are you from?"

’I’m definitely not trying to throw my weight around or trick anyone.’

’I just suddenly realized that this brother and sister’s names are identical to the legendary Fu Xi and Nuwa, and I can’t help but be a little curious about their origins.’

’Whether they’re willing to say or not is up to them. We’re all friends, so how could I force them?’

Of course, Feng didn’t know about these thoughts. What Feng thought in his own mind was none of Su Han’s business.

’After all, I already told him I’m Su Han. He’s the one who refuses to believe it, insisting I’m some Royal Ancestor.’

Faced with Su Han’s question, the Feng siblings exchanged a glance. After a moment’s hesitation, Feng Muxi spoke respectfully, "This junior is from the Dao Race."

"The Dao Race?"

Su Han gave him a surprised look. He had his own guesses about the siblings’ identities. Seeing how they were targeting the Demon Race, he’d thought they might be from the Immortal Race.

But as it turned out, the two were actually from the Dao Race.

"Senior, you know of the Dao Race?"

Su Han neither nodded nor shook his head. ’In reality... I know jack squat.’

’But even if I don’t know about the Dao Race, I know about Fu Xi and Nuwa.’

So...

"Human heads, snake bodies?"

Tentatively, thoughtfully, and a little uncertainly, Su Han carefully uttered those four words.

THUD!

Feng Muxi was so startled that the Ancient Book in his hand fell to the ground. "Senior, you’ve seen the Taoist Ancestor’s..."

He quickly shut his mouth, but his face was still a mask of horror as he looked at Su Han.

He wasn’t the only one horrified; Miss Feng beside him was, too.

Even... Su Yi, whose presence had been rather faint since arriving, was startled by Su Han’s ’vast knowledge’ and tilted her head to give him a strange look.

"Hmm..."

Su Han drew out a long "hmm," making it unclear if it was an admission or contemplation. "The Huaxu Clan?"

CLATTER~

Even the Yin Yang Mirror in Miss Feng’s hand fell to the ground. "Senior, your connection to the Dao Race..."

Su Han shook his head, cutting off the siblings’ wild speculation. "No connection. I have nothing to do with the Dao Race or the Huaxu Clan. Not a single thing."

’Yep, absolutely nothing to do with them.’

However...

Faced with his vehement denial, the two siblings simply wouldn’t believe him.

People are like that. When you try your hardest to prove something, the more you try, the more others will doubt you... For example, the more an author insists their book isn’t padded, the more some readers refuse to believe it.

And when others have a suspicion and you immediately deny it, their first instinct is to assume they were right.

The more you deny it, the more convinced they become that their guess was correct.

Su Han called this theory the Snowfall Theorem.

But, with all the talk of human heads, snake bodies, and the Huaxu Clan, Su Han still felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, even though he’d never had any contact with the Dao Race.

Especially since... they actually had a Taoist Ancestor.

’The Taoist Ancestor, huh? I remember that character often appeared in Primordial Stream novels. His name was Hongjun, right?’

’But... in the novels, that guy was always a sacrificial pawn for the Celestial Dao, or just some punching bag for all the protagonists to take turns beating up.’

As he thought about it, Su Han couldn’t help but sigh with emotion...

"The Taoist Ancestor... had it pretty rough."

CLATTER~ THUD~

The Ancient Book and Yin Yang Mirror they had just picked up fell to the ground again. The Feng siblings stared at Su Han, their eyes filled with unconcealable shock... and disdain.

And he still claimed to have no connection to the Dao Race? He even knew that the Taoist Ancestor had it rough...

The Feng siblings fell silent, just staring intently at Su Han, waiting to see what other terrifying things he might say.

Su Yi didn’t speak either, but the look in her eyes as she watched Su Han... grew more and more peculiar.

The three Demons were also silent. They looked at the Feng siblings and sneered inwardly. ’Talk about our master? Don’t you guys have a clue how your own Taoist Ancestor died?’

Then they looked at Su Han, their eyes filled with despair.

These two juniors from the Dao Race, wielding their race’s ultimate treasures, had already beaten them to a pulp.

And now, a figure of unfathomable depth with suspected ties to the Dao Race had shown up.

Although they didn’t know his background, just seeing how familiar he was with everything about the Dao Race—even a little familiar with the Taoist Ancestor—they could guess he was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

On their side, they couldn’t even win in a three-on-two fight. ’Now it’s three-on-three...’

’Even if that ugly freak, that disgrace to the Succubus Race... arrives with reinforcements, we’ll probably all meet our end here, won’t we?’

Huh?

Wait!

What three-on-three?!

It’s three-on-four! Didn’t this guy bring someone with him when he arrived?

With that thought, the three Demons once again remembered the existence of Su Yi, whom they had subconsciously ignored.

Their gazes drifted unconsciously to her face.

One look...

’She looks unfamiliar. Don’t know her.’

Another look... huh? ’She seems a bit familiar now, but I still don’t recognize her.’

A third look... ’No, that’s not right. She feels very familiar, but I’m sure I’ve never seen her before.’

It was as if they’d never met, but with just one glance across the crowd, they could confirm from her eyes that she was...

"Oh no! It’s the feeling... of a heart attack.

What’s going on? Why does this Demon’s life suddenly feel so meaningless? I just want to... die, right here and now?"

Suddenly, as if they’d all realized something, a clap of thunder seemed to detonate in their minds, leaving the three of them stunned.

Exchanging a glance, the three Demons communicated with their eyes.

Illusion Demon: "You guys thought of it too?"

Night Demon: "You thought of it too?"

Demon Devourer: "I thought of it too!"

The Three Demons: "No way, right? It shouldn’t be, right? It’s impossible, right?"

Night Demon: "What did you think of?"

Illusion Demon: "The same thing you did."

Demon Devourer: "How do you know what he thought of?"

The Three Demons: "Let’s say it together!"

Illusion Demon: "The clan teaching..."

Night Demon: "When you meet a being that is completely strange yet inexplicably familiar... a living being—I have to say, every time I repeat this, I think this ancestral teaching is so weird. Did our ancient ancestor always speak so incoherently!"

Demon Devourer: "Cut the crap, be serious at a time like this!—Though I also think this teaching is weird every time I repeat it.

Pah, I’m getting sidetracked. What comes next?

When you... oh, right. When you suddenly feel that life is meaningless, that you ought to die, and that you would have no regrets even if your life as a Demon ended right now..."

The three Demons looked at each other. "Then... just die."

PFFT~

Silently, while Su Han and the Feng siblings were still "bonding" over a staring contest, the three Demons quietly destroyed their own Divine Souls and died.

THUMP~

The sound of three heavy objects hitting the ground drew everyone’s attention. Turning to look, Su Han saw the three Demons collapsed, their physical bodies slowly dissipating as their Divine Souls vanished into nothingness.

Su Han: "..."

’Is this... their souls shattering and scattering?’

"Are all members of the Demon Race... this ruthless to themselves?"

The Feng siblings exchanged a glance, their faces a picture of utter bafflement.

They’d never heard of the Demon Race having such a "noble tradition" of being so cruel to themselves!

PS: I hear it’s a noble tradition for readers to vote for the story after finishing a Chapter.