The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

"Pei Kuang, what makes you think your Northern Iron Cavalry can fight me! Don't you see what kind of world this is!"

"Cultivators rule the world, cultivators dominate! You have no spiritual roots, you're a useless piece of trash who can't even use spiritual power, what right do you have to fight me!"

Shen Yannan has been going crazy these past few days. Pei Kuang is a madman! And those good-for-nothings who follow him have actually managed to make him retreat in defeat!

He clearly had a group of cultivators under his command! While most of the people on the other side were just useless trash!

That's not how things work in this world! This is no longer the world fifty years ago before the Ghost Valley was established. These ordinary people and good-for-nothings should obediently kneel at the feet of cultivators!

"shoot!"

The archers below the city walls began shooting arrows at them.

Pei Kuang ignored the shouts of the man on the city wall, instead drawing his bow to its full extent, touching his severed finger, and then shooting the arrow.

Shen Yannan smiled and clasped his hands together, his body surrounded by spiritual energy. Several arrows touched the spiritual energy and fell to the ground, but one arrow broke through his defenses and came straight at his face.

Shen Yannan tried to knock him down, but was stabbed in the arm.

Pei Kuang's lips curled up. "Shen Yannan, this world is our world too! No one says that those with spiritual roots are noble, and those without are lowly!"

"Soldiers, let these cultivators see our abilities, let them see who the real trash is!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

A day later, Pei Kuang captured a city, and Shen Yannan had to retreat.

*

"Waste! Waste! Waste!"

In front of more than a dozen generals, Shen Yi kicked the injured Shen Yannan to the ground. Shen Yannan cried out in pain, his eyes darkening.

Shen Yi's face was covered with messy scars, so many that his original appearance was obscured, and just one glance was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"After all these years, this is all you've trained! All my efforts, all the money and people I've poured into you, have been for nothing! Do you think someone as mediocre as you deserves all my hard work?"

"Huh? Shen Yingsi built two armies single-handedly, and your army can't even compare to the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry? They're just a bunch of useless trash without spiritual roots! You can't even beat them?"

Enraged, Shen Yi picked up a whip and lashed it at Shen Yannan. The barbs on the whip tore at his flesh, leaving his back covered in mud, and everyone around felt a pain in their backs.

"Shen Yi'an, I went through countless hardships to protect you and raise you, but tell me, what use are you? Huh? Speak up!"

"Now, right now, lead your troops to attack the capital! Quickly send those demons to kill Xie Wanzhou for me! Go! Go! Go now!"

The person in front of him had his head down, making it impossible to read his expression. He knelt at his feet like a slave to be slaughtered. Shen Yi was full of disappointment. "Look at you, you're a piece of trash. Your talent is so mediocre. You can't even compare to Shen Ying Si in terms of academics or martial arts!"

Not even a fraction as good as Shen Yingsi?

Ah!

The whip lashed out again, and Shen Yannan suddenly raised his head, reaching out to grab the barbed whip. The sharp barbs pierced his flesh, and drops of blood fell to the ground.

A smirk played on his lips, his eyes filled with defiance.

"Father, have I been too respectful to you these past few days?"

As he spoke, he snatched the whip from Shen Yi's hand.

"You! Presumptuous!"

Shen Yi frowned, his face full of shock. Shen Yannan had always been a grateful and filial son in front of him, never uttering a word of complaint no matter how much he beat or scolded him. But now!

"Guards, seize him!"

Upon hearing this, the people around lowered their heads even further. Shen Yannan twisted his wrist, and the whip instantly burned out.

“Father, I don’t know where you get the audacity to treat me like this. You’ve been in the palace for decades, and people outside no longer recognize you. The army in front of you now is mine, and the Shen family’s assassins are mine too.”

Shen Yi softened his tone, "Shen Yannan, I, I am your biological father. You are the one I love most. I gave you everything in the Shen family. I love you so much..."

"love me?"

Shen Yannan stared at the person in front of him with his dark eyes as if he had heard a joke.

"To love me is to give birth to me and then ignore me, to love me is to complain about your helplessness after everyone has bullied me? Love? What kind of bullshit is that? Nobody cares about your love, Father."

Shen Yi was incredulous. Shen Yannan had always trusted him the most since childhood. This child in front of him was moved to tears by a few snacks and devoted himself to him wholeheartedly. Was the child who cried and called for his father a fake?

But he was so sure before that the child loved him; he was the perfect son he had carefully created.

"Father endured hardship and humiliation for decades in pursuit of power. I have learned this lesson since I was a child. Now you are of no value to me."

"you……"

Suddenly, a small knife appeared out of nowhere and pierced Shen Yannan's heart. All he felt was relief.

“Father, I hate it when others tell me what to do. If you were more obedient, I could tolerate it, but now you should go to hell.”

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were filled with resentment, and Shen Yi's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Shen Yannan suddenly asked curiously, "Father, have you ever thought about how you will die? Where will you die? When will you die? And who will kill you?"

Shen Yi's body fell uncontrollably, and his consciousness gradually faded.

Shen Yannan squatted down and looked at him. "I've been thinking about these things day and night. Every day I live, I think about how I'll die. You, who brought me into this world, why have you never thought about that?"

The dozen or so people inside the room stared in disbelief at the scene before them, but no one dared to move.

Shen Yannan stood up, his eyes icy. "What are you looking at? Hurry up and throw it to the dogs."

Yun Hao watched him speak these words calmly and casually, and then walked out.

Yun Hao followed, but was stopped at the door.

"I've said it before, I'm used to being alone."

So Yunhao stood there and watched his master, who now possessed power, status, and even millions of followers, walk step by step, alone, into the darkness.

The room was very dark, with only a small window letting in a sliver of light, allowing one to barely make out the layout of the room.

In the darkness, Shen Yannan slowly wiped the dagger in his hand, his dark eyes blending into the darkness.

When will he die?

Tomorrow? Today? Or the next moment?

Who could have killed him?

The dagger was stained with blood again...

*

A few days later, the traitor Shen Yannan colluded with demons and even threatened to unseal Ghost Valley. In an instant, Shen Yannan, who had originally overestimated his abilities and sought his own death, became a traitor to the human race, condemned by all and infamous for eternity.

Many of his followers were cruelly murdered by him because they refused to associate with demons.

Demons gathered in Manzhou, Pei Kuang was defeated, Guigu was in danger, and the people of the world were filled with anxiety.