Zhou Yao, also known as Zhou Nanshan, was the public enemy of the demon realm. He had seduced and abandoned the Demon King, dug out his heart and core, and left him barely alive.
Countless demons wanted him dead! But as a cultivator, subduing demons and vanquishing evil was his duty. Besides, he hadn't taken anything for free: he left his soul root with the Demon King, and in eighty or a hundred years, another demon core could be cultivated.
What's more, his senior brother had said that if he could bring back the demon core, he would become his cultivation partner, practice dual cultivation with him, and spend their whole lives together.
But Zhou Yao never expected that the whole life his senior brother had promised would be so damn short! Before even a day had passed, he was kicked into the Infernal Abyss.
Only the Demon King he had grievously harmed tried to save him. Dragging along a body entirely bereft of spiritual power, he fought the great sects for three days and three nights, and died alongside Zhou Yao! From then on, the immortal path fell into ruin, the demon realm descended into chaos, and humanity suffered untold misery.
When Zhou Yao opened his eyes again, he had been reborn. Gritting his teeth, he swore: He would avenge every wrong and repay every debt!
He encountered a demon and poured all his spiritual power into a palm strike. The demon was completely unharmed.
Zhou Yao: "..."
A max-level expert had turned into a newbie. What revenge was he going to get? Best to run for his life!
A little fox wriggled out of his arms, hungry, and pawed at his clothes, looking for milk. Zhou Yao nearly cried. Fine, he'd raise it for now!
The Demon King he raised became a shameless traitor: "Master, let's become cultivation partners!"
Zhou Yao, feeling guilty: "Sure, sure, sure."
The Demon King: "I want to absorb your essence!"
Zhou Yao, feeble: "...Absorb it, absorb it, absorb it!"
The Demon King: "Master, I don't like it like this."
Zhou Yao, terrified: "Then... what do you like?"
The Demon King: "Like a cat stretching lazily."
Zhou Yao, frantic: "Just let me die!"
Theme: Stay true to yourself and go against the current.
