When the Demon Lord Is Executed on the Spot

Chen Xueyi had a pure yin constitution.

From a very young age, his fate had already been decided: he would live as a cultivation tool for others, without any dignity of his own.

The sect that raised him gave him the finest reishi mushrooms and dew, nurturing a peerless beauty, but never let him study a single cultivation technique. He was meant to be offered to Sect Leader Zheyang as his cultivation furnace.

To escape the fate of becoming someone's captive concubine, he resorted to any means necessary.

On the night he was to be presented to the sect leader, a fire broke out.

It was a scene the younger generation of Zheyang Sect would never forget. The blaze cast bloody shadows across the boy's porcelain-white face. He stood barefoot, the tassels of his silk sash brushing the sect leader's bulging-veined hand. At his feet lay the sect leader's corpse, a dagger plunged into his chest. Black blood wound like a vine along the golden hilt.

After escaping Zheyang Sect, Chen Xueyi cultivated desperately and eventually became a formidable master. Once he had made his name, his so-called furnace constitution was no longer a big deal. He began to enjoy life, sharing brief romances and entanglements with several people.

After misunderstandings and worldly conflicts drove them apart, one lover after another, Chen Xueyi grew tired of a life of endless fighting. He adopted a loyal puppy-like young man to look after him in his old age. He spent his days fishing and feeding chickens, living like a hermit among the clouds, and handed the sect over to his young companion to manage. Now and then, the young man would amuse him. Eventually, even the martial world forgot the name Xuechen Yi.

Then one day, Chen Xueyi opened his eyes and found himself somewhere other than the familiar wooden cottage. His powers were sealed, and his hands and feet were bound. The puppy he'd raised had usurped him and taken him prisoner.

He thought the young man had captured him to curry favor with the orthodox sects and use him as bait.

The young man declared that he would publicly execute the demon Chen Xueyi. Heroes from all over the land gathered. Chen Xueyi thought he was doomed. Locked in a cage, he was kept in a separate cell beside another murderous demon who had once terrorized the world. They chatted back and forth until they grew familiar. They were both fallen souls, so what did it matter that they hadn't met before?

On the day of the execution, the sects gathered, and even the elders who had been secluded for years were roused. Almost everyone's attention was fixed on the cage in the center. Several burning gazes from the very front were impossible to ignore.

The other demon saw Chen Xueyi covering his face and asked whether he'd wronged those people, and if that was why he was afraid to see them.

Chen Xueyi said, with great difficulty, "They're old lovers. I've slept with all of them."

Several of his old lovers were powerful figures: sect leaders, a prince of the mortal realm, and a master of the ascetic path. Their partings hadn't exactly been amicable. Chen Xueyi thought they'd come to watch him die, but when the young man was about to carry out the execution, every one of them intervened.

It turned out they hadn't come to watch. They'd come to save him.

The young man glared at the few men standing in his way, his face twisted with rage. "I laid this inescapable net to lure all of you here. Once I kill you all, I'll be the only man my shizun has in this life!"

Chen Xueyi: "??!!!"

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