Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I clutched the crisscrossing wounds on my face and sobbed like a madwoman. Why?

Why did the Fairy Maiden have to slaughter ordinary people like us just to test whether the Supreme God had her in his heart?

Why had Meng Family Village grown immortal herbs for White Jade Capital for generations, worshiping and making offerings to the Supreme God all our lives, only for that god to show us no mercy?

What had Qiongqi done wrong? Why did it have to take the blame? Just because it looked frightening? Just because it couldn’t speak?

Grandfather spent his whole life helping the poor and the weak. Why did he not get a good death?

Why did the innocent die beneath the sword, while the murderer became a saint?

And that girl. She was a prostitute who had escaped from a brothel, her body riddled with filthy diseases. Grandfather pitied her and gave her a room, a bowl of rice. Why did she lie?

Suddenly, a sinister man’s voice drifted up from beneath the ground.

“Why? Because you people are as lowly as ants. No, you’re nothing more than insignificant specks of dust.”

I looked around wildly. “Who is that?”

The man’s voice sounded again. “Stop looking. I’m sealed beneath the stone statue.”

I feared nothing now. I cursed at him, “Hiding your head and tail like a coward-what kind of man are you? Come out if you’ve got the guts! Who the hell are you?”

“Who am I?”

The man’s voice was lazy. “A thousand years ago, in order to destroy me, this Evil Demon, Jiyuan killed his wife to prove his Dao and obtained supreme divine power. Bah. What Supreme God? He was clearly the greatest hypocrite under heaven! In the end, he wiped me out, and what remained of my soul was suppressed here. He ordered those foolish, simplehearted good people to worship with incense mixed with blood. A thousand years have passed, and my demonic nature has gradually been eroded by humanity. It was your hatred that woke me.”

A spark of hope ignited in my heart.

My legs were broken, so I could not kneel. Instead, I slammed my head against the ground. “Since you are so powerful, I beg you, avenge me.”

The Evil Demon’s voice was full of amusement. “My apologies. I never do good deeds.”

In my desperation, I spat up a mouthful of blood. “But you just said it yourself. My hatred woke you. Shouldn’t you repay me for that favor?”

The Evil Demon gave a mocking laugh. “Very well. What do you want?”

I remembered the way High God Jiyuan had looked at Silian, and then I remembered what the Evil Demon had said just now: “killed his wife to prove his Dao.”

I decided to gamble. “I want a face exactly like the Supreme God’s deceased wife. Can you do that?”

The Evil Demon paused, then said teasingly, “Of course. But I have one condition.”

I hurriedly said, “No matter what it is, this disciple agrees!”

The Evil Demon’s voice turned bewitching. “If I am to cultivate again, I need your cooperation.”

I asked urgently, “How do I cooperate?”

The Evil Demon said two words, calm and indifferent.

“dual cultivation.”