Chapter 99 Cangwu's Purpose Yuan Heng glanced at Jiang Yu, who had a surprised look on his face, and figured out who the other two corpses were in her previous inner demon illusion. One is the demon king Yun Ye, and the other is the demon lord Cang Wu. Their names were well-known. Yuan Heng had lived for more than twenty years and had only heard of them but never seen them in person. Unexpectedly, during a sect competition, he not only had the opportunity to see the two of them up close, but also to observe their corpses. Cangwu just glanced at Yun Ye indifferently, said nothing, and walked towards Wei Xu step by step. He was standing against the light, and Jiang Yu couldn't see his expression clearly at first, until he approached Wei Xu and passed by their position, then she could see the expected expressionless face. In his hand he was holding a sugar painting, a childlike version of a rabbit that was extremely inconsistent with his image. Jiang Yu couldn't help but recall the tasteless sugar painting that she had just hastily swallowed. She smelled a sweet scent, but because she was in an illusion, she couldn't taste it at all. She might as well not give it to Yuan Heng. She didn't know whether he had thrown it away or put it somewhere else. Cangwu stopped in front of Wei Xu, his tall figure was enough to cover Wei Xu completely: "I can take you away." Wei Xu looked up in astonishment, but was mostly on guard. He bit his bleeding lower lip and said nothing. Cangwu took another step closer, and the thick demonic energy entangled the frightened servants on the ground. Wei Xu only saw them struggling desperately, trying to get rid of the demonic energy wrapped around their necks, but they only had time to scream twice before falling to the ground and dying. Wei Xu's already pale face, stained with blood, became even paler, and his eyelashes trembled. It seemed that only by holding on tightly to the wall behind him could he suppress the fear that arose involuntarily when facing this man.
Cangwu said calmly: "I think--" He glanced at the bodies lying on the ground, his eyes fell on Wei Xu's face: "You probably won't sympathize with them." Wei Xu swallowed the fishy sweetness in his mouth, unsure of Cang Wu's thoughts, lowered his head, slowly passed his eyes over the corpses, and whispered: "...Yes, they deserve to die." But he still didn't dare to let his guard down, even though this person saved him from the hands of this group of evil slaves and helped him kill them. He knew very well that the two people in front of him, whether it was the demon who was talking to him or the man leaning against the wall watching the show behind him, could kill him as easily as killing an ant. They could kill so many people in an instant, and they could also make him one of them in an instant. "Your stepmother is determined to kill you." Cangwu said, "If they fail to kill this batch, there will be another batch. Your father doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping it." Wei Xu's old and new injuries flared up at the same time, causing him to ache all over. He tried to keep his expression as calm as possible while trying to guess Cangwu's intention. He hated people mentioning his father and stepmother, but in front of the powerful man, he had to admit obediently: "...Yes." "I can teach you how to practice." Cangwu looked him over, his gaze slowly shifting from his bruised cheek to his fingers digging into the wall. "The condition is that you follow me into the demon world from now on. As for whether or not to seek revenge, it's up to you." Wei Xu raised his eyes in disbelief and subconsciously relaxed his guard: "You want to take me as your apprentice?" Cangwu was inexplicably silent for a while, staring at him, wondering what he was thinking, and then he said something shocking: "You can call me father." Wei Xu was a little stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment. Yun Ye, who was watching the show not far away, sneered: "After all this time, this is what you came up with." He raised his chin towards Wei Xu, who seemed to be still hesitating: "Hey, kid, you are not still thinking about your loser father, are you?" (End of this chapter)
