Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

"Really? Looks like you sleep pretty well," Ye Ge said sarcastically.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's been fine." Guilong chuckled awkwardly.

"..."

Ye Ge never imagined that this enormous black dragon from the East, which looked so fierce, terrifying, and domineering... would turn out to be such an abstract being.

"Trying to be cute with me won't work." Ye Ge simply sat down. "I know your origins, Ghost Dragon. You are not a demonized creature corrupted by the dark aura, but an ancient demon dragon with both dragon and demon blood. You were once the mount of the ancient Demon Lord. Later, the Demon Lord was defeated by the gods, and the Demon Realm disappeared. You were then sealed in the Demon Sword and have been sleeping underground ever since."

Guilong stared wide-eyed in astonishment at Yege as if she were a monster: "How did you know?!"

"How I know is not important," Ye Ge said leisurely. "Now that you're in my hands, tell me, what are your plans? Are you going to follow me from now on, or are you going to pay me protection money every day?"

Guilong: "..."

Guilong remained silent for a long while, then his eyes gradually hardened.

"Hmph! Fine! Human brat, since things have come to this point, I won't pretend anymore!"

"Originally, I just wanted to pretend to be asleep for a thousand years, and we could live in peace. But I never expected that you, you impolite little brat, would actually barge into my domain!"

"Although I don't know where you heard my legend from, nor do I know why you have the bloodline of the Demon Lord, you are ultimately just a ten-year-old human child!"

"With your meager strength at the Earth Realm, you think you can control me? That's laughable!"

"Although you possess the bloodline of the Demon Lord, and my demonic energy cannot cause a backlash against you, you can forget about me obeying your orders!"

Ye Ge narrowed her eyes: "Oh? Are you sure?"

"Of course, what is my status? Back then, only the Demon Lord could surpass me, while you were just a mere human cub." Ghost Dragon sneered, his majestic demonic voice, mixed with a metallic quality, echoing throughout the universe.

"It seems you chose the latter of the two options I gave you." Ye Ge smiled. "Then don't blame me."

Looking at Ye Ge's smile, Gui Long felt a chill creep down his spine for some reason, a sense of foreboding washing over him...

The latter... does he mean that he would pay him protection money?

Hmph! How could I possibly pay him protection money!

"What do you want to do?" Guilong asked him.

Ye Ge did not answer him and directly withdrew from the Demon Sword's consciousness space.

He opened his eyes.

He glanced at the demonic sword on the table in front of him and picked it up.

Night Song smiled and gently stroked it, her fingers running over every inch of the greatsword's patterns.

Holding the demonic sword in his hand, Ye Ge felt an ominous aura. He kept humming and uttering harsh words: "Hmph, let me tell you, this sword body of mine was forged with the essence and blood of the Demon Lord, making it immortal and indestructible! Furthermore, my soul will never dissipate. Don't think that your meager power can harm me now. Even if you reach the Soul Emperor realm in the future and destroy my spiritual body, I can slowly regenerate over time! So even if the King of Gods comes, he cannot completely destroy me!"

“Immortal and indestructible…” Ye Ge murmured, “That’s wonderful. You would definitely be a great natural perpetual motion machine.”

The Demon Sword was taken aback: "Uh? You... what do you mean?"

Ye Ge did not answer him again.

He slowly raised his hand, his five fingers spread open.

With a series of piercing cries, countless crows flew out from the black mist, gathered at a single point, and then slowly dispersed, their black feathers fluttering in the air...

A scarlet door gradually opened from within the black mist.

The gate to the demon realm.

The demonic sword's voice trembled, seemingly filled with utter astonishment: "This...this is?!?!"

Night Song stepped through the gates of the Demon Realm.

......

Arrived in the Demon Realm.

Night Song, carrying the Demon Sword, arrived in front of the Demon Realm Tree.

Demon Sword: "The Demon Tree?? Wasn't that thing destroyed by the gods in the most ancient times?!"

Night Song: "Yes, but I resurrected it again."

Demon Sword: "???"

"Since we've come this far, I won't pretend anymore." Ye Ge sighed, "I am the new Lord of the Demon Realm, and I'm laying my cards on the table."

Demon Sword: "...Huh!?"

"Owner."

Hongkou then approached Yege, placed her hands together in front of her abdomen, and bowed slightly respectfully: "You're back."

"Hmm." Ye Ge looked up at the Demon Realm Tree and asked, "How's the Demon Realm Tree doing lately?"

Hongkou answered Yege's question like a caring housekeeper: "It is still in its growth period, but the Demon Realm Tree has expanded the Demon Realm to six times its original size. The roots are absorbing nutrients every day and are undergoing a metamorphosis. The number of plants and creatures in the Demon Realm is also gradually increasing."

"Hmm, not bad," Night Song said. "By the way, I brought something good to the Demon Tree."

As he spoke, he picked up the demon sword horizontally.

The Demon Sword: "......"

Hongkou's eyes widened in confusion for a moment, then she quickly searched her memory for information in her genes: "This is... the Demon Sword Ghost Dragon?"

“Yes,” Night Song said, “The Demon Tree needs energy, and this thing happens to have a continuous source of life force and soul power.”

Demon Sword: "???"

Hongkou pondered silently for a moment, then said, "Indeed, the immortal soul of the Ghost Dragon might really be able to serve as a good perpetual motion generator..."

“It’s not a possibility, it’s inevitable.” Ye Ge smiled, walked to the heart of the Demon Realm Tree, and planted the Demon Sword into a rock.

The Demon Tree and Night Song were consciously connected, so it immediately sensed Night Song's intentions. Soon, numerous root tendrils emerged from the ground, slowly wrapping around the Demon Sword's blade and hilt...

The demonic sword sensed the roots coiling around its body and cried out in alarm, "Don't come any closer! What are you trying to do?! Oh my god... it's so itchy... no... let me go!!"