It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Although he had never met his biological father, Li Xianyu, as the son, felt a strange tightness in his chest.

"It's all in the past, I don't want to talk about it anymore," Grandma said listlessly.

She clearly didn't want to recall that past event; it must have been a long and dramatic story to tell.

Li Xianyu had no choice but to change the subject, asking, "Then what exactly are you, Great-Grandma? Perhaps my wording isn't very precise, but as an undergraduate, I really can't think of a suitable word."

Ancient demons and such can at least be explained by half a scientific theory; let's just say they're prehistoric creatures. But how did you, someone who's been dead for over a hundred years, end up here?

"When I was eighteen, my family refined me into a battle spirit, which resides in a spirit pearl. Only those with the bloodline of the Li family can awaken me. Over the past hundred years, I have had many great-grandchild hosts. The last great-grandchild was your father, and you will be my new great-grandchild. Do you understand?"

"So, you're also surnamed Li then." Li Xianyu swallowed. "Then I shouldn't call you Great-Grandma, but Great-Great-Great-Grandma... Great-Aunt?"

"Great-Grandma sounds awful," Great-Grandma frowned and said, "Great-Grandma sounds better."

Is the concept of seniority really that arbitrary?

But if we're really being pedantic, it's indeed difficult to address ancestors from 150 years ago. "Great-grandmother" is fine, at least it sounds better than "great-aunt."

After that, he fell silent. Li Xianyu, whose worldview had been severely damaged, pondered and tried hard to chew on and digest the knowledge about the ancient demon bloodline.

Before this, if anyone mentioned ancient demons or bloodlines to him, he would spit a mouthful of salt water at them and kill them.

But the reality before him left him no room for argument: his father's will, the black beads that melted in his mouth, and the fact that he had given birth to a great-grandmother...

All of this was telling him that his values ​​needed to be updated.

Grandma looked tired and fell asleep on the sofa.

Li Xianyu sat to the side, scrutinizing the girl who called herself her great-grandmother. She was incredibly beautiful; her face looked like it had stepped out of an anime. Her features were exquisite, and most importantly, her skin was flawless. Even the most beautiful woman has some imperfections, but perhaps due to her constitution, her great-grandmother's skin was flawless, fair and delicate, just like a beauty from an anime.

I just can't treat her like a great-grandmother... At least you dyed your hair white and drew some wrinkles on it. Your high school girl style is so distracting.

As if possessed, Li Xianyu reached out and poked his great-grandmother's little face.

Grandma muttered something, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

They're actually quite cute.

Li Xianyu thought to himself.

As darkness fell, he stood there in a daze for most of the day until it was time for dinner and he got hungry.

He woke his great-grandmother and said, "Let's go out to eat, if you need to eat."

Upon hearing about food, Grandma perked up, sat up abruptly, her eyes still half-closed, and said, "I want stir-fried pork with preserved mustard greens, the kind with pork cracklings."

Li Xianyu: "..."

What kind of miserable life did you live with my father?

Li Xianyu patted his chest confidently: "If you don't want to eat stir-fried pork with preserved mustard greens, Grandma, I'll take you to a fancy hotel."

Li Xianyu lived in a mixed-use commercial and residential apartment. Outside the building were various snack shops, supermarkets, barbershops, and other shops.

It's widely known that there's a type of braised chicken in Shaxian and Lanzhou that's sure to suit your taste.

Shaxian Hotel, as one of the largest chain hotels in the country, has three locations in this mixed-use commercial and residential area alone. Two of them offer braised chicken, but there's no Lanzhou noodles yet. Their expansion has been slow, which deserves criticism.

However, Li Xianyu didn't really like eating Lanzhou ramen, always feeling that the beef would be blown away by the wind.

Seats near the entrance of Shaxian Hotel.

Li Xianyu and his great-grandmother sat facing each other. They each ordered a pigeon soup set meal and a black chicken soup set meal, and both ate with tears streaming down their faces.

With her mouth full of food and cheeks bulging, Grandma exclaimed, "This is so delicious! This is so delicious! I haven't had such a sumptuous meal in many years!"

Li Xianyu: "Me too, great-grandmother, I've been eating instant noodles for half a month."

The snack shop is run by a young couple, and the owner, who has dark circles under his eyes, occasionally steals a glance at his great-grandmother.

There were still a few customers in the shop, but they weren't eating; they were just looking at people.

The girl is a high school student, but her figure is incredibly impressive. She has long legs, a slim waist, and a perky butt. Her face is so beautiful that it could be used as a credit card.

Great-grandmother: "You're just like your father, a penniless wretch."

Li Xianyu: "I'm not poor. My adoptive father's family is very rich. I just spent the money on hotel rooms."

Great-grandmother: "A hotel room?"

Li Xianyu: "..."

Grandma exclaimed in surprise, "Little Li, you're already married and have a family?"

Li Xianyu: "No, great-grandmother, times have changed. We don't necessarily have to get married; boyfriends and girlfriends are fine too."

After Li Xianyu moved out and lived alone, he led a free and unrestrained life, often inviting young women to hotels to chat about life and ideals.

Great-grandmother said, "That means he went to brothels. Your father has done things like that before. It's good that you're not married yet. You're still an ordinary person. The first step in your cultivation is to strengthen your foundation. If you had a wife, I would be worried."

"Grandma, I'm a man. Even if I agree, my hormones won't allow it," Li Xianyu said tactfully. He didn't know anything about cultivation, but from his grandma's words, it seemed she didn't intend for him to touch women again.

"It's alright, your hormones will agree soon." Grandma waved her little hand.

Li Xianyu: "..."

What does that mean?

He gazed at his great-grandmother's alluring and fiery figure, recalling the words in his biological father's will. He, an innocent child, didn't really understand anything about "spirit and flesh" or such things.

As Li Xianyu was lost in thought, he heard a low whimper coming from his feet. Looking down, he saw a dirty Samoyed squatting at the doorway, staring at him expectantly.

It must be a dog abandoned by its owner; its originally white fur is now grayish and matted.

"A Western dog?" Grandma frowned in disgust and threw the half-eaten chicken leg in front of it.

"Go away!" The proprietress walked over, kicked the Samoyed away a few times, and complained, "I should have broken your other leg too."

The Samoyed let out a few mournful cries, then limped away, stopping by the roadside and squatting down beside the green belt.

"Grandma, what are you looking at?" Li Xianyu noticed that his great-grandmother's gaze kept glancing at the boss.

"Didn't you see it?" Grandma asked curiously, then suddenly realized, "Oh, you haven't awakened yet, you can't see it."

Li Xianyu asked blankly, "What do you see?"

Grandma lowered her voice: "There's a ghost behind the boss."

"Huh?" Li Xianyu turned to look at the boss, but there was no one behind him. "Grandma, don't joke around. There are no ghosts in this world."

Grandma smiled and said, "Want to see?"

Li Xianyu nodded without hesitation.

"But it will take some of your energy," Grandma reminded her.

"It's alright. Compared to that, I'm more interested in seeing what a ghost looks like, and whether it's as beautiful as my great-grandmother."

Grandma frowned: "I'm not a ghost, I'm a battle spirit."

As she spoke, she sucked on Li Xianyu's lips, and two blushes immediately crept onto her fair face, making her radiant. Then, she pointed her fingers like a sword and gently touched Li Xianyu's brow.

At first, nothing seemed amiss, but three seconds after her great-grandmother removed her finger, Li Xianyu's eyes began to burn, as if two flames were burning within them.

Grandma pouted and said, "Take another look."

He turned to look at the boss again, and his pupils shrank instantly. The boss was frying rice noodles, and behind him stood an old woman in gray clothes, standing on tiptoe and blowing a cold wind on the boss's neck.

There was no one there just now.

"Turn the air conditioning up a bit, it's too cold," the boss called out to his wife as he cooked.

"It's so hot, you're complaining about the cold while cooking?" the proprietress muttered. "Are you too weak?"

No one saw the old woman. The customers ate their meals as if nothing was wrong, and the proprietress walked around with her tray. They all ignored the old woman. The eerie scene sent chills down Li Xianyu's spine.

At this moment, the old woman in gray seemed to notice Li Xianyu's gaze. As she was blowing, she suddenly turned her head and looked over, twisting her head 180 degrees.

Li Xianyu finally saw her clearly: an old face covered in wrinkles, a lifeless expression, bloodshot eyes, staring intently at Li Xianyu.

The air seemed to freeze.

Li Xianyu's hands trembled slightly; though it was June, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Don't look." His great-grandmother stretched out her small hand and covered his eyes, saying in a deep voice, "Don't look into her eyes, or she'll haunt you."

Did I meet the right person in your eyes?

Li Xianyu swallowed hard and nodded. Just then, the burning sensation in his eyes disappeared. After his great-grandmother let go, Li Xianyu secretly glanced behind the boss and realized that he could no longer see the old woman in gray.

"The boss's parents' palace is dark and dull, indicating that he has recently lost his mother or father. The old woman must be his mother," the great-grandmother said softly. "After a person dies, their soul remains in the world for seven days. Those with deep attachments will remain for a long time. The old woman's eyes are red, which is a sign of resentment. The son is unfilial, hence the parents' resentment."

"Will the boss die?"

"A cold wind extinguishes a warm fire, and the illness will only last a few days," Grandma said. "Don't meddle in family matters; they have nothing to do with you or me."

After this incident, Li Xianyu lost her appetite. After paying with Alipay, she hurriedly left with her great-grandmother.

"Grandma, is there such a thing as the underworld?"

"When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; there are no gods or Buddhas in the world." Grandma shook her head.

So that means there isn't one?

Li Xianyu silently crossed out the "underworld" option, having learned a little more about the new world, and said regretfully, "I thought there was reincarnation... um..."

Suddenly, he felt as if his body had been hollowed out, clutching his lower back, and slowly collapsed to the ground.

He is almost unable to walk upright.

"I told you, it will take a little extra energy." His great-grandmother squatted down next to him.

Li Xianyu: "Do you have some misunderstanding about energy?"

The great-grandmother was taken aback: "The kidneys are where essence is stored. Kidney deficiency leads to blood and qi deficiency. A man's health is closely related to his kidneys. Besides back pain, what other discomfort do you have?"

"without....."

"Then that's correct."

Li Xianyu was on the verge of tears: "The energy you're talking about is different from what I thought energy was."

Grandma explained, "I am a battle spirit. A battle spirit's energy comes from its host. The stronger the host, the stronger the combat power I can use. Just like an electric fan consumes different amounts of electricity when it's on level one and level five. In your current situation, it can only use level 0.5 at most."

Li Xianyu's face turned pale: "What a vivid metaphor."

He remembered his late father's will and that his great-grandmother was a troublesome little devil.

So that's what it meant?!