Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The moment Ye Yu’s familiar face appeared before me,

I understood everything.

He really did have a blood feud with me.

Back when I had cultivated for a thousand years, I had spent eight hundred of them fighting Ye Yu.

Our record was split eight-four. Eight for me, four for him.

I possessed the Innate Sword Body and cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness, yet I held love for all under heaven. My realm was transcendent.

Ye Yu was different. Ye Yu’s cultivation relied entirely on obsession.

His obsession with fighting me.

Back when he was still a little demonic cultivator, he tried to sneak into the back mountain of Sword Inquiry Sect to steal secrets.

I happened to be practicing my sword under the moonlight and caught him red-handed. I beat him half to death and threw him out.

After resting for three days, he came back for revenge without a care in the world.

I beat him half to death again and threw him out again.

Then he came for revenge again, got beaten again, and was thrown out again.

And so, through beating after beating, Ye Yu grew stronger.

There was no technique in his moves, only rage.

Because the first time I beat him up, I had been careless, and my sword energy had sliced off the cord around his waist.

Ye Yu could accept losing miserably in his first battle after entering the world, but he could not accept that he had lost because both hands were busy holding up his underpants, leaving him unable to defend himself, and in the end he had been thrown out while clutching his crotch.

In the end, from that pure rage, Ye Yu comprehended his own Dao.

His Dao was that he had to kill me with his own hands.

Obsession made him powerful.

Over the course of a thousand years, we crossed hands again and again, and gradually, there were times when I lost too.

Unfortunately, Ye Yu was still just a little short. He couldn’t kill me.

Every single time, I beat him back.

Until the last time, when I sealed him back into the Demon Domain.

By the time he came out again, I was already dead.

Killed by the very people under heaven I had devoted myself to protecting.

This had genuinely enraged Ye Yu, that world-shaking Demon Lord.

At this moment, he had his rear stuck up in the air, his face full of fury as he dug through the dirt atop my grave.

He kept muttering, “The only person in this world allowed to kill you is me. Shen Xi, you must pay for the mistake you made a thousand years ago.”

“Thirteen hundred years ago,” my soul corrected from the side.

Ye Yu couldn’t hear me. He dug with great enthusiasm.

Specks of flying dirt splattered onto his honey-toned body, and the eight packs on his lower abdomen trembled with vigorous strength.

Ye Yu had a pair of very bestial golden eyes, carrying a hint of inorganic coldness.

I used to quite like looking at those eyes of his, simply because those eyes, which looked at everyone else with nothing but contempt, would light up the moment they saw me.

They would light up with excitement. Just like now. Ye Yu’s gaze was brilliant, his face filled with unconcealable excitement. “I’m about to reach the bottom, Shen Xi. Just watch how I whip your corpse!”

And then, just like that, he dug three hundred meters down.

He was afraid that if he used his cultivation, he would blow my corpse away outright and lose his chance to whip it.

Ye Yu even dug by hand. It was very sincere of him.

Unfortunately, with that brain of his, it wasn’t until the third day of digging that he realized…

There was no corpse of mine beneath this grave at all.

My physical body had been blown into dust long ago, back when my master executed me.

It was merely a cenotaph. Even after my death, it had managed to trick Ye Yu once more.

I watched him squat off to the side, his face full of gloom, muttering to himself at the deep pit. “No wonder your aura was so faint. I thought you had gotten weaker, Shen Xi.”

I hadn’t gotten weaker. I had died outright.

I corrected from the side.

But Ye Yu couldn’t hear me.

Night fell across his sharply defined face, and a new wicked idea came to him.

He said, “Even if all that’s left is a scrap of clothing, you’re getting up to fight me.”

He was going to reconstruct my physical body.