A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

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In a perfectly ordinary family competition, Wei Luo suddenly seemed to have gone mad and accidentally killed an opponent, sparking public outrage, and someone shouted—

"He carries the aura of the Weapon Forging Hall!"

Feng Jiutian stood in the crowd and heard someone beside him say, "Weapon forging and alchemy are too heaven-defying to coexist. The result of practicing them together will only be reversed meridians, making one indifferent to family and ruthless in killing!"

"Expulsion!"

"Expulsion!"

On the high platform, the young man seemed to have just woken up, looking blankly at the bloodstains on his hands and the dead people lying on the ground. The shouts of "expulsion" from below made him feel as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

Wei Luo pursed her lips, opened them with a slight tremor, but no sound came out.

I... I didn't mean to... no...

The elders, having heard the news, rushed over and coldly pronounced Wei Luo's fate in mid-air: "Mutilating his own brother and violating clan rules, the Holy Blood Clan has no such scoundrel! Destroy his spiritual veins and expel him from the clan!"

Wei Luo was startled and involuntarily looked at Wei Yuan, as if he wanted to say something. Wei Yuan gave him a deep look, then turned and left.

At that moment, he felt like the whole world had abandoned him.

The scene changed once again. Wei Luo was completely wrapped up, and several young men were chasing him from behind, making it extremely dangerous.

The scenes changed several more times, all involving being chased, assassinated, or betrayed.

Gradually, the young man grew into a mature man, his youthful face becoming profound, his eyes seeming to have experienced countless trials and tribulations.

To evade capture, he hid in a legendary, vicious place, constantly battling demonic beasts and growing stronger. His aura of slaughter grew heavier and heavier, and his cultivation deepened day by day. But he never gave up on two things.

One of them is medicine making.

Another item is weapon crafting.

However, his talent for alchemy was too low; he barely reached the early stage of the Medicine Saint realm and could not advance any further. Yet, his skill in weapon crafting was extremely refined, but no one ever knew it.

Even if he went out in disguise, he would only say that he was an alchemist and would never mention anything about weapon crafting.

Until one day, a person appeared.

When Feng Jiutian saw that person, he seemed to be nailed to the spot, his pupils contracting sharply in shock.

Mo Shaoxie!

Wearing a white robe and a silver mask, revealing a profile with thin lips as sharp as a knife, Mo Shaoxie appeared before Wei Luo!

Mo Shaoxie and Wei Luo fought to a draw. Wei Luo, who rarely interacted with others, actually became friends with Mo Shaoxie and even forged a pair of swords for him...

Feng Jiutian choked, one of the handles being Fine Snow.

The two were drinking by the river when Wei Luo said, "If I meet a woman I like in the future, I'll give her away."

At that moment, Mo Shaoxie exuded an aura of boundless coldness and said with a hint of sarcasm, "I'm afraid no woman will have that good fortune."

Fine Snow and the other sword looked like a pair of mandarin duck swords. Feng Jiutian paused for a moment and decided that from now on, she would never use Fine Snow in front of Mo Shaoxie again.

Feng Jiutian never expected that once she threw the sword back, the things in her bag would never be thrown out again, and even if Mo Shaoxie came to ask for them back, it would be impossible.

After that, Feng Jiutian never heard Mo Shaoxie's voice again. Wei Luo was still discovered. He was seriously injured and desperately tore through the void to escape to another place.

Feng Jiutian recognized the place: Dongling Kingdom, Tenglong Continent.

When someone asked Wei Luo his name, Wei Luo was silent for a moment before saying, "My name is Gu Luo."

A god named Gu Luo suddenly appeared, and he was incredibly famous for a time. However, at the height of his fame, he went to the most dangerous place.

Monster clan.

War broke out among the demon race, plunging the world into chaos.

Wei Luo died in that great battle. Before his death, he seemed to have completed some mission, laughing particularly heartily.

The image lingers on the sky he saw when he died, a gray and somber scene.

Feng Jiutian was shocked. What she saw was the life of the ancient Luo God, and the ancient Luo God was actually of the same bloodline as her, the Holy Blood Clan!

It turns out that the Holy Blood Clan had always lived in an extremely peaceful place.

Suddenly, all the scenes vanished, and a somewhat transparent figure stood before Feng Jiutian, dressed in a close-fitting black robe with a huge cloak covering his face. It was none other than Gu Luo!

"The Inheriter."

The voice was the same one that had reminded her at the beginning to "focus her mind and calm her spirit." Gu Luo then said, "All my belongings are kept here. If you want them, you can take them after passing the trial."

Feng Jiutian looked at Gu Luo, somewhat speechless. She wanted to ask about Mo Shaoxie, but didn't know what position to use to ask. She also wanted to ask about the Holy Blood Clan, but then she thought of the Holy Blood Clan's pursuit of Gu Luo.

Seemingly sensing Feng Jiutian's restraint, Gu Luo said calmly, "I am just a fragment of a soul now, and it won't last long. I just want someone to relay my message. There's no need to be nervous."

"You..." Feng Jiutian still asked, "Do you know what Mo Shaoxie's identity is?"

Gu Luo seemed to have anticipated Feng Jiutian's question and burst into laughter: "Him? You'll have to find the answer yourself! I can't tell you."

After saying that, he muttered to himself, "He said he wouldn't run into the woman who gave away Xi Xue, but now she's been given away anyway."

Feng Jiutian said coldly, "I heard you."

"Ahem." Guro coughed. "Everything will have an answer someday. You'll know sooner or later."

"I shouldn't have asked." Feng Jiutian crossed his arms. "Tell me, what message do you want me to convey?"

Guro paused for a moment, then lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "I want you to... hand over the medicine cauldron next to my corpse to my father, and tell him that I have failed his wishes."

“I am not a good son.” Gu Luo seemed to be recalling that experience, his voice still trembling slightly: “But I do not regret forging weapons, and I hope my father can forgive me for everything.”

Feng Jiutian couldn't understand why Gu Luo still had such deep feelings for the strict Wei Yuan, but she still agreed: "Well, besides this, is there anything else you need to convey?"

Gu Luo shook his head and said with a sigh, "Little girl, you are a good prospect. I am about to disappear. I will pass on all my weapon-refining knowledge to you. As for whether you practice it or not, it is up to you."

"You should know what the consequences of practicing this are."

Feng Jiutian summoned the Crimson Lotus Night Flame with a nonchalant expression. The bright flames danced before Gu Luo's eyes, with the icy blue flame in the center being particularly striking.

"You've already given me the fire, and you're still asking me if I want to practice?"