After being reborn as an ugly cannon fodder, my appearance stats are off the charts!

Mu County, Jin Prefecture.

Murong is now usurping the mansion.

He gently waved the iron-framed fan in his hand, looked at Master Jin kneeling on the ground trembling, and a refined smile appeared on his lips: "I guarantee that I will only bother you for a month, and then I will leave... As long as Master Jin does not make any rash moves, then both sides will be at peace."

He was indeed gentle and handsome. Miss Jin hid in her mother's arms, feeling both afraid and unable to help but steal a few more glances at him.

After threatening the Jin family, Murong turned and went to the courtyard he had occupied.

After E Feng's death, countless people across the country applauded and cheered.

The Hidden Demon Sect no longer exists, and all its disciples have scattered and fled. Murong, with a portion of his disciples, has temporarily escaped the pursuit of Zhaoyue Manor, Moling City, and many other martial arts forces that are pursuing them under the guise of revenge, or in reality, those who covet the Demon Sect's techniques and treasures.

But he was unwilling to simply slink away and hide away...

The moment Murong entered the courtyard, he noticed something was wrong. The disciples were now either sitting or standing silently, trembling with fear.

In a small pavilion not far away, a disciple lay half-dead on the ground.

A figure stood quietly beside the disciple.

The plain white veil completely concealed the figure's appearance.

But Murong seemed to instantly return to the time when she first met...that person.

His throat suddenly went dry, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

"Young Master! This man suddenly barged in and tried to kill our brothers!" A disciple shouted as soon as he saw Murong.

But instead of attacking the mysterious man in the veil, Murong stepped forward, knelt down, and said, "Greetings, Holy Son!"

The disciples were startled and immediately knelt down, calling him their holy son.

Although the Hidden Demon Sect is gone, and it seems there's no need to pay homage to the Holy Son anymore, they've already heard the news that the Holy Son is the Young Demon Lord, and they also know that the sect leader, E Feng, died at the hands of the Holy Son! Their hearts are filled with nothing but fear.

Yan An pointed at the person on the ground with his toe, "This person spoke rudely to me..."

Actually, when Yan An arrived, he happened to overhear this person talking about how he would treat the young ladies and mistresses of the Jin family before leaving the Jin residence.

There are no good people among the disciples of the Hidden Demon Sect.

In this world, because of the existence of the E, Feng, and San families, the imperial court is powerless, which makes the martial arts world powerful. Unfortunately, those who are powerful are not good people. There are countless similar cases all over the world. He doesn't know about them, so he can just let them go... But since he has heard them all, he might as well kill them.

Before Murong could say anything, he had already broken the neck of the person on the ground.

Then, he walked up to Murong and said, "Come with me."

The two entered a secluded tea room one after the other.

Yan An knew that Zhong Lijun was following him in the dark, but he only asked the other party not to follow him into the house and to let the other party watch him while they were outside.

After all, he was able to find Murong because of the information he obtained from the Tianji Pavilion.

Yan An removed his veil and sat down on the prayer mat.

Seeing that Murong was just staring blankly at him, he couldn't help but chuckle, "When Young Master Murong was conspiring with those idle martial artists to capture me, were you also looking this clueless?"

Murong snapped out of his daze, his fingers tightening around the iron-bone fan. "Holy Son..."

Yan An opened his palm, his eyes filled with doubt, and asked, "Where on my body could I possibly hide any miraculous pills, rare treasures, or secret poisons?"

Murong suddenly knelt down.

Although he knelt on the ground, his eyes remained fixed on Yan An. "Your subordinate... Your subordinate only wishes to see the Holy Son one more time..."

Yan An looked down at him.

Murong murmured, "Holy Son, do you know how difficult it is for someone of my status to even have the chance to see you..."

"If I can't see you often," he said fiercely, "then God shouldn't have let me see you in the first place."

"I know my mistakes are grave and I am willing to accept the Holy Son's punishment... If the Holy Son wishes for me to repent with my death, I am willing to die without complaint."

When he said the last sentence, Murong thought of the dead E Feng—even a figure like the leader of the sect died at the hands of the Holy Son, so wouldn't it be an honor if he could also die at the hands of the Holy Son? A twisted sense of pleasure arose in his heart.

Most importantly, ever since he met the Holy Son, the Holy Son has become the only person he desires.

The more unattainable something is, the more obsessively one desires it.

His eyes revealed that kind of obsession.

"I won't take your life for now." Yan An looked at him as if he were dead, but said softly, "I still need you to do a few things for me."

To be able to do things for the Son means that you will always be able to see the Son again.

Unable to contain his wild joy, Murong immediately said in a trembling voice, "This subordinate would gladly die for his cause!"

...............

Several scattered martial arts factions gathered at a place called Juyi Manor.

Among this group of people were wandering knights and bodyguards dressed in short clothes, a scholar-knight in a wide-sleeved robe, a monk in a monk's robe, a young nobleman in brocade robes, and a beggar in patched clothes.

Those who have managed to survive under the oppression of the three major powers for so many years, and even maintain some influence, must have some real skills.

To be honest, before E Feng died, the Holy Son of the Hidden Demon Sect was the most famous figure in the martial arts world.

However, since Efeng's death, the world has fallen into a certain degree of chaos. Now, all kinds of information are mixed up, and it has become a complete mess. Even the news of the Holy Son has been drowned out.

Lately, all sorts of rumors have been circulating.

For example, many forces have come forward claiming that E Feng was actually killed by them!

Some people say that no matter how special the cultivation techniques in this world are, they can only delay aging or maintain a youthful appearance when cultivated to a high level... Although E Feng and the other two look youthful and ageless, in the end, human life is finite and cannot be defied. They will all die of old age one day. E Feng might just die of old age suddenly... In this case, those who heard the news counted on their fingers and thought that Xie Shihong and Zhong Lijun should not be far from dying of old age!

There are even rumors that the three men's divine skills all possessed a fatal flaw that could lead to instant death—after all, there have been many supreme martial arts techniques in the world that could overpower a force, but what is the reality of some seemingly invincible techniques? Perhaps they require meditation at specific times each day, and one cannot circulate their energy without certain death. Or perhaps they must consume certain medicinal herbs during cultivation, otherwise they will immediately suffer a backlash and die… Presumably, those three men, who seemed invincible, must have had a truly fatal weakness in their techniques, and anyone who could discover that weakness could easily kill them.

There are also rumors that the core disciples of the Hidden Demon Sect who practice divine skills are forbidden from having sex, and that the core disciples of Mo Ling City will turn into children from time to time. However, very few people believe these rumors, since no one has ever seen them die after having sex or turn into children right in front of them. Moreover, there are many similar claims, which are enough to dazzle people. It is extremely difficult to distinguish the truth from so many conflicting voices.

The reason this group is gathered here is because they are even more convinced that Efeng was killed by that Holy Son, and that the Holy Son must have obtained some extraordinary treasure! If they could find him, or even capture him…

Murong was among this group of people, and he was currently disguised as the leader of a certain unaffiliated force.

But then he suddenly spoke, silencing everyone, indicating that the holy son they spoke of had indeed arrived.

This statement left everyone in disbelief.

Murong said that the Holy Son admired their abilities. Although he knew they wanted to capture him, he disregarded past grievances and came to meet them specifically to discuss a secret matter.

Murong pointed to a secluded bamboo grove within the manor.

Several of these people had seen the Holy Son before, and their purpose in joining was to see him again; they were now filled with longing and yearning.

Those who had never seen the Holy Son were half suspicious, half curious, and their faces still held a hint of disdain...

The group of people then entered the bamboo forest.

I only stayed there for a short fifteen minutes.

When they emerged again, they all looked as if they had been transported to another world, only occasionally muttering the words "Hidden Dragon Abyss".