Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

"I want every single living being in Brokenwood City to be spared!"

……

A thin figure flashed in Wang Xiaomo's eyes.

She was unusually lost in thought for a moment, and that strange feeling welled up in her heart again.

She quickly realized this wouldn't work, so she lowered her head even further and replied respectfully:

"Demon General Wang Xiaomo... Yes, sir."

Wang Xiaomo's reaction, observed by the young man, caused the smile on his face to gradually disappear.

The young man stood up and came to Wang Xiaomo.

“Stand up,” he said coldly.

Wang Xiaomo would not resist. She belonged to the young man before her, and as a demon general, she naturally had to obey the Demon Lord's orders.

She stood up with her stiff body, said nothing, and lowered her head.

"Raise your head." It was still the young man's command.

Wang Xiaomo looked up and saw the young man's cold and handsome face.

The young man gazed into Wang Xiaomo's lifeless eyes, and after a moment, said calmly, "You are my most loyal servant. Ever since I turned you into a corpse puppet, you have always been my right-hand man and the mainstay of the Demon Dynasty."

“Ever since you crawled out of your grave, you have been a member of the Demon Dynasty, do you understand?”

Wang Xiaomo was taken aback, then nodded slightly.

"clear."

"We can only win this battle, we cannot afford to lose."

He reached out and placed his hand on Wang Xiaomo's soft shoulder, the demonic energy slowly surging in his palm.

"I don't care who you're facing, who you're encountering, forget all of that. You only need to remember one thing: kill everyone you see who isn't from my Demon Dynasty."

"This is your destiny."

His words, like a spell, were deeply imprinted in Wang Xiaomo's ears.

Wang Xiaomo's expression suddenly froze. She nodded stiffly and lifelessly, like a machine that had received an order.

When he spoke again, his words were cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Understood."

These words were spoken.

The young man smiled with satisfaction and withdrew his hand.

After that, Wang Xiaomo's eyes regained some of their sparkle, but he was much more dull and dazed than when he entered the tomb.

The young man didn't seem to care. He smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Then go out. I have some other matters to discuss with the Jade Demon Lord."

"Yes."

Wang Xiaomo nodded blankly, then took a step and left the tomb.

She felt as if she had just lost something, perhaps an emotion, or maybe something like a memory.

But this was just a vague feeling; she couldn't possibly know what she had lost.

The desolate wind seemed even colder under the moonlight.

She didn't care what her master and the other master were discussing; all she cared about was the command that kept echoing in her mind.

Kill them all!

The pale light shone on his pale face, and before Wang Xiaomo were countless villages he had slaughtered in the past.

And... a fleeting, blurry figure.

She didn't speak, but stood outside the tomb, letting the cold wind blow her hair.

She placed her hand expressionlessly on the area where her heart had stopped beating.

For some reason, I suddenly feel a bit of pain.

27. Opening Ceremony

night.

On the towering city wall, a white-haired boy stood still, gazing calmly into the distance.

He seemed to be trying to transcend the boundaries of space, projecting his gaze onto a certain place or a certain person, quietly doing nothing and saying nothing, just staring intently at that spot.

The night wind was cold, and his clothes did little to keep out the chill. Even so, his body felt no coldness—as a dead man, he had almost no concept of temperature.

He didn't even know why he was standing there; it was almost instinctive... By the time he came to his senses, he was already standing on the towering city wall of Broken Wood City, looking out into the distance from the highest point within a hundred miles.

Memories are resurfacing.

He vaguely remembered the simple little village where people made a living by fishing, swaying in the light snow. He vaguely remembered the kind-hearted Aunt Xu, the robust Uncle Guang, and the dog at Li Si's house at the village entrance.

Hanyu Village is a very nice place.

But like most people and things in the world, it is gone forever.

"Ugh……"

A heavy sigh.

Perhaps the sigh was too sorrowful, or perhaps it simply caught someone's attention.

The wine gourd, swaying in the cold wind, appeared directly in front of Gu Xingzhuo's line of sight.

Want some drinks?

The familiar, clear voice was in my ears.

Gu Xingzhuo turned his head and saw a black-haired woman who had somehow climbed up the city wall.

He paused for a moment, then took the gourd filled with wine and silently watched the black-haired woman slowly sit down beside him.

"Um, Junior Sister Ruoxue..."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ruoxue glanced back at Gu Xingzhuo, then seemed to remember something: "Ah, as for wine dishes, I have some here."

After speaking, he took out the wine dish as well, looking as if he wanted to have a good drink with Gu Xingzhuo.

However, Gu Xingzhuo's focus was not on this. He first watched Zhang Ruoxue enthusiastically fill the wine glass, and only then did he find an opportunity to ask questions.

He hesitated for a moment, then pointed to Zhang Ruoxue's delicate face and tentatively asked:

"I wanted to ask, Junior Sister Ruoxue, about your face..."

At this moment, two ink characters were written on Zhang Ruoxue's right cheek.

【I am】

On the left cheek, however, were two other words.

[Idiot]

Put together, it means...

cough cough.

Although Gu Xingzhuo didn't know much about the other disciples the old rogue had recently taken in, he was pretty sure that the handwriting was probably that of his junior sister, Yu Chan.

Zhang Ruoxue blinked before realizing what she meant, and then pouted, "Don't worry about it. She lost a bet with Yu Chan before, so she's just being unreasonable."

"However, I'm the kind of person who accepts the consequences of a bet, so I have to wait a day before I can wipe it off."

"...Your activities are really interesting..."

When Gu Xingzhuo thought of the relationship between his two junior sisters, Zhang Ruoxue and Ye Yuchan, he couldn't help but think of the information his teacher had inadvertently revealed that night.

Things like biting the neck... touching the thigh... sensitive areas... and so on.

However, he wasn't particularly averse to it. As an outsider, he naturally couldn't say anything if girls wanted to establish that kind of relationship.

(Although he couldn't admit it, he actually found it quite exciting.)

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, let's drink!"

Zhang Ruoxue handed the wine dish filled with wine to Gu Xingzhuo, and as his senior brother, he naturally couldn't refuse.

He paused for a moment before taking the wine dish.

In fact, he doesn't drink alcohol, not because he can't or has a low alcohol tolerance, but because for Gu Xingzhuo, alcohol is unnecessary.

Without a sense of taste, he naturally cannot taste the flavor of wine, nor will he get drunk, and his body does not need to ingest any energy in any meaningful way.

But he still accepted the wine dish.

My gaze lingered on the glistening liquid, reflecting the beautiful, serene full moon overhead.

He craned his neck, gazing at the bright moon that seemed to exude a lonely and cold aura, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's a full moon today..."

"Hmm." Zhang Ruoxue also looked up at the sky, staring at the white jade disc hanging in the sky: "It's quite beautiful."

Gu Xingzhuo nodded slightly, hesitated for half a second, and then drank the wine in the dish in one gulp.

Unsurprisingly, it had no taste and no intoxication.

But he just wanted to drink it.

He didn't say anything, but picked up the gourd, filled it with wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing Gu Xingzhuo's actions, Zhang Ruoxue smiled and, without saying a word, drank with him.

They then drank together for about six or seven rounds—

Zhang Ruoxue looked at Gu Xingzhuo, who showed no signs of drunkenness whatsoever, and sighed with a hint of surprise, "Senior brother's alcohol tolerance is better than I imagined. This wine is quite potent."

"I?"

Gu Xingzhuo smiled slightly: "I am a dead man, I cannot get drunk."

"dead?"

Zhang Ruoxue was stunned for a moment before she remembered her senior brother's identity.