I Was Born a Demon. Why Should I Enter the Dao?

I was born a demon. How could I ever be corrupted?

Bai Feng stared hard at Qing Qiong as he spoke.

“If you’re afraid, why even fight for victory? If the moon were easy to pluck from the sky, would anyone still call it the moon? If everything went smoothly, what would there be to go crazy for? You need impulse, you need recklessness, you need a little well-placed blindness. You need to be unrestrained, wild, and foolhardy, to go all out when you’re surrounded on every side! If you have to plan every step, how will you ever become the strongest?”

“You knew all along? Then why...?”

“Call you out? Where’s the fun in that? I’ve always loved watching other people put on a show. I’ll even applaud when it gets good. If all else fails, I’ll play along for a while. But now, I’ve decided this show isn’t any fun anymore, so...”

Bai Feng raised his right hand, and a heavy meteorite sword appeared out of thin air.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.