This was Mi Dao’s third day idling away in the small wooden house.
After being inexplicably taken down by Wei Yaoshuo that day, he slept for about two days. Yesterday, he finally woke up, saw his HP had recovered to 90%, and thought, Wei Yaoshuo, after all, is his junior brother; his cultivation level should still be below his.
With this naive belief in mind, Mi Dao sprang out of bed with a leap, ready to fight Wei Yaoshuo, who had been guarding him.
The result was that Mi Dao was once again knocked out—falling into a deep sleep once more.
Mi Dao: “Great, I’m really cut out for being the attacker.”
System: “……”
Today when he woke up, Wei Yaoshuo was no longer at his bedside. But looking at how tidy he was and how well he had recovered, Mi Dao felt that Wei Yaoshuo must have done something while he was sleeping, like applying healing medicine or something.
Mi Dao thought that such sneaky behavior had to be condemned!
It was just too much! Couldn’t he wait until he was awake?
System: “……”
According to the original plot, after the Demon Sovereign Ye Wushang died, the demon clan became leaderless and quickly fell into chaos. Since Ye Wushang had only been in power for a year and had not yet chosen a successor, the lords of the demon realm each had their own ambitions, publicly seeking revenge on the Sun and Heaven Sect for Ye Wushang while secretly trying to take advantage of the conflict. Ultimately, the demon clan would be heavily defeated by the protagonists.
However, Mi Dao was not dead yet, so the lords would surely gather their forces to come… especially that southern lord who had recently taken charge for only two years but had managed to govern his territory with an iron fist, bringing order and discipline.
Speaking of this southern lord, Mi Dao hadn’t seen him much; after all, he was just a minor character generated by the game’s AI, with no real persona to speak of. He couldn’t even remember his name, usually just referring to him as “Southern Lord” during their communications.
But over this past year of being the Demon Sovereign, Mi Dao inexplicably felt that this person treated him exceptionally well—he believed this person must have been captivated by his leadership qualities and personal charisma.
As Mi Dao indulged in this thought, the system paused for a second. “Beep! Congratulations, host! Thickness of face +1.”
Mi Dao: “……”
Ahem, in any case, according to the system’s usual behavior, if his loyal little South wasn’t coming to save him, he definitely wouldn’t believe it!
So the question arose—
He couldn’t stay here any longer! His good son was going to be in trouble, ah ah ah!
“Beep! The demon army has reached the border of the demon realm. Estimated arrival time: 2 days later.”
Mi Dao: “……”
Ah ah ah! No!
Hearing the demon army gradually approaching, Mi Dao felt increasingly like he was about to be deleted and start over…
Mi Dao seriously thought it was time to show his true strength.
Calmly putting on his clothes, he stood up and looked at the door that separated him from success. With a serious expression, he resolutely placed his hands on the door.
The system watched him quietly.
After two seconds, Mi Dao cried out, “System Dad, don’t you have any suggestions?”
System: “Life is like an ocean; only the strong-willed can reach the shore.”
Mi Dao: “……”
System: “When God closes a door, He opens a window.”
Mi Dao: “……”
After a moment of silence between the two, the system said, “……Go for it!”
Mi Dao: “Just go away; Dad doesn’t need a son who can’t even make a call.”
System: “……”
Ah, humans.
Since he couldn’t beat Wei Yaoshuo anyway, Mi Dao decided not to waste his intelligence. He put on his shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and focused on taking out his Qiankun bag.
In this cultivation game, the Qiankun bag was like a pouch where rewards and items would be stored. According to the settings, everyone had one, linked to their spiritual sense, non-transferable and non-snatchable, with capacity increasing as the cultivator grew stronger.
“Is there really nothing useful in here…”
Mi Dao rummaged through the bag, seeing the chaotic, colorful items jumbled together, feeling a headache coming on.
To be honest, as his cultivation level increased and storage space grew, Mi Dao had hardly ever organized his pouch. Normally, when he defeated a small monster, the Qiankun bag would automatically collect the loot, so aside from quest items, he never really cared about what he picked up…
“Hey, System, do you think this max-level divine sword can break the barrier?”
“Success rate is 5%.”
“What about this thunder bomb?”
“Explosion rate is 12%.” The system calmly analyzed.
“By the way, a reminder: the host cannot defeat Wei Yaoshuo.”
Mi Dao blushed, shyly saying, “Cough, stop speaking such harsh truths.”
System: “……”
Trashy host should just explode on the spot.
However, the system had a point; the barrier on Lingyun Peak couldn’t trap Mi Dao. With his strength as a Demon Sovereign, he could definitely break free. The real challenge lay in Wei Yaoshuo’s control over the barrier.
Once Mi Dao left the barrier, Wei Yaoshuo would sense it, leaving him with almost no time to escape. Moreover, after breaking free, his options were limited: one was to go find his dear son, likely leading to his own demise, and the other was to intercept the demon army.
But judging by Wei Yaoshuo’s demeanor, he must have already anticipated Mi Dao trying to find his son; it wouldn’t be surprising if he intercepted him before he could even draw his sword.
As for stopping the demon army, that route seemed a bit too far. Even if he could evade them for a moment, he couldn’t escape forever. To resolve the script, he needed to eliminate the hatred his dear son held against the demon clan, which meant he had to save the heroine, Sheng Yiling…
If only he could rush to Sheng Yiling and self-destruct, stuffing his inner dan into her mouth!
Mi Dao: “System Dad, I want to cry…”
System: “Then cry your heart out.”
Mi Dao: “……”
That day, Mi Dao lost his fatherly love.
After tossing various gold equipment and magical items around, Mi Dao’s movements paused for a moment.
In the corner of the Qiankun bag lay a blood-red round dan, shrouded in mist that curled and lingered, not dissipating.
Mi Dao trembled as he placed his hand on it.
System notification: “Beep! The inner dan of the former Demon Sovereign has life-taking and healing properties, able to revive the dead.”
Mi Dao fell silent for two seconds, pulled his hand back, and then placed it on again.
System: “Beep! The inner dan of the former Demon Sovereign has…”
Mi Dao pulled his hand back again.
“Beep! The inner dan of the former Demon Sovereign…”
“Beep! The…”
“Beep—Are you done, host?!”
Mi Dao’s eyes sparkled. “Thank you, Dad, for leaving me this inheritance!”
System: “……”
The system wanted to express that it did not have a son like Mi Dao.
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