Demonic Master, Please Take Care of Me!
Who was it, once sighed softly by my ear, willing to forsake immortality, to spend this lifetime by my side? Who was it, once held my hand, pressed a kiss upon my forehead, vowing to protect me all my days? Who was it, once painted me in vivid hues, brushed distant mountains upon parchment, and spoke to me of rivers and landscapes stretching for thousands of miles? Zhu Liu Mo—you, grasping your long halberd, passed through my body, staining the strings crimson with blood. The music of the zither fell silent, and its seven strings could no longer sing. At the summit of Lingyun, I donned men’s attire, fleeing the demon realm just to see you again. When my disguise was seen through and my demonic nature discovered, I pleaded with all my heart, wishing only for your forgiveness. When you raised your halberd once more, your gaze icy and desolate, I finally realized how foolish and infatuated I had been in this life. Three thousand strands of hair, at last turned to snow. The wine of forgetfulness, once drunk, shatters the heart and erases all memories of the past.
Demonic Master, Please Take Care of Me!
The tattered clouds were swept by the wind, and in the span of a moment, banners lay scattered chaotically across the ground.
Immortals and demons clashed, leaving devastation as far as the eye could see.
I could only let out a cold, mirthless laugh as I gazed at the crimson blood flowing over the earth.
A million demon soldiers had already fallen beneath the blades of the celestial army; even the guardian of the Demon Realm, Chixiao, was grievously wounded and now missing.
“Today, if the Demon Clan is not vanquished in one stroke, I am unworthy of my title as Heavenly Lord.”
When I saw him, the Haotian Halberd in his hand, standing before a million celestial soldiers, the halberd pointed at me, I understood that this day, there was no escaping my doom.
“Heavenly Lord?”
I sneered, my voice icy. “All the Six Realms know that Zilian Immortal Lord is nothing more than a lotus that cultivated for a thousand years—at best, merely an immortal, hardly worthy of the title of High God. With so many celestial soldiers watching, why boast and gild your own face with such empty words?”
His expression grew darker, his eyes sharp and cold as he glanced at me.
“So what if I am not a High God? The Demon Realm’s ambition to conquer the Celestial Realm is, in my eyes, an even greater delusion.”
His words rang with resolve, yet to my ears, they were unbearably harsh.
“I believe it possible.”
I smiled faintly and stepped closer, drawing nearer to him. Raising my hand to shield my eyes from the blinding, blood-red settin
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