Facing a sky full of powerful cultivators, Yang Ning looks down at the continent he split with a single punch, the magic treasures, divine weapons, and strange artifacts he dismantled with his bare hands, then pats the utterly ordinary little fox, an Emperor of Demons, perched on his shoulder.
Yang Ning spreads his hands helplessly.
"I really haven't cultivated immortality! I'm just a tiny bit stronger than most."
"My soul beast? Oh, that's just an utterly ordinary ten-thousand-year-old Emperor of Demons."
"You say I betrayed my master? Pah! I call that respecting my teacher. Becoming Dao companions with my master is perfectly normal. You're the weird ones."
"Let me make this clear again: pantyhose, thigh-high stockings, miniskirts, and high heels… Those are just my master's personal interests. They have nothing to do with me!"
"I really am a pillar of the righteous path!!"
Also known as My Soul Pet Is an Emperor of Demons, Everyone Else Is Dripping with Immortal Aura While I'm Just a Brawler, Her Majesty the Emperor of Demons' Diary of Social Death, My Primordial Spirit Is Weak but My Body Is Strong, and I Heard Someone Wants to Possess Me. Hey, Fox, Get Them!
