The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Anle thought about it carefully and realized that she really couldn't remember. There was nothing she could do. She had lived for thousands of years, and many people had played the role of her mother. Besides, that fool died too quickly.

"You don't even remember what she looked like? Do you remember how you killed her?"

Anle didn't answer; she didn't understand why Wenli wanted to bring up this insignificant mortal.

Wen Li said calmly, "She discovered your identity, so you killed her. But have you ever thought about why she was at the Zhao residence that night? Not just that night, but ever since the Crown Prince entered Jiangcheng, she has often gone there to keep watch."

"At that time, the whole of Jiangcheng was saying that the Crown Prince was entering the city and that he would kill all the demons in Jiangcheng. She knew your identity all along, but she didn't want to harm you; she wanted to protect you. She treated you like her own daughter, but you didn't like her being by your side. So she could only guard outside the Zhao residence, afraid that the people inside would come out and kill her daughter."

Is that so?

Anle never cared what the fool thought, nor did she ever imagine that the fool would think that way.

“Anle, you can’t be a mortal, and you won’t have any family.”

"So stop with your little schemes and send all the demons up here as soon as possible. You, on the other hand, just stay put in heaven. Understand?"

An Le's heart tightened, knowing that Wen Li was giving her a warning, and she immediately said, "This subordinate understands."

"Alright, get out of here."

Anle turned and left.

"Jiuying, do you think this fool understood what I was saying?"

"Huh? You should understand now."

Jiuying answered in a daze, then gave Wen Li a fawning smile, despite her idiotic look. Wen Li sighed and said, "Stupid thing, it's really unlucky of me to be leading a bunch of idiots."

The two fell silent, and the palace fell quiet once more. The stern indifference on Wen Li's face vanished completely. She slumped in her seat, her thoughts drifting to the mortal realm.

Who among that group of people is spreading these rumors? She hasn't done anything significant since becoming the Demon Lord, yet they keep pinning all the bad things on her!

Ugh, the people below are a bunch of idiots too! They're all a bunch of idiots!

Never mind! Never mind! She's definitely not going down anyway, so I'm going to sleep now!

Wen Li got up and disappeared from the main hall, instantly appearing in the bedroom, getting into bed and covering herself with the quilt in one smooth motion.

Demons don't need to sleep. Wen Li sleeps purely to waste time. In her memory, she has lived for far too long and is too bored.

The palace was empty and very quiet, and the soft bed was perfect for falling asleep.

But Wenli couldn't sleep in such an environment.

After wandering around the main hall for a while to make sure that the Venerable One wasn't playing hide-and-seek with her, Jiuying went to Wenli's bedroom.

"You're only arriving now! It's so quiet here, how am I supposed to sleep?!"

"Where are those lark sprites? Why aren't they singing anymore?"

Wen Li's irritable voice came from inside, and Jiu Ying immediately knelt down, "Demon Lord, please forgive me, those demons were driven out by you last time."

"Your Majesty, I can sing for you; I'll liven things up for you right away."

Nine heads and nine mouths started singing at the same time, but they were out of tune and their singing was inconsistent.

Because of its good tone, it wasn't exactly unpleasant to listen to; it was just that you couldn't tell it was singing, and it was so noisy it sounded like it was going to shake the roof off.

Inside the room, Wen Li finally fell into a deep sleep.

*

The magnificent temple stood out starkly against the backdrop of the surrounding low-rise houses.

Inside the temple, chicken blood was spilled all over the ground, and various offerings were placed in front of the intricately carved statues of gods. Below, a dense crowd of people knelt devoutly.

"Humans and demons coexist in harmony. All things in the world survive, and the strong are respected. Joining the Demonic Cult and cultivating into a demon is in accordance with the way of heaven and earth."

"If we are human, we should yield to demons and submit to them. Mortals are born slaves to demons; only by submitting to demons can humanity survive. The immortal cultivators will inevitably perish at the hands of demons. You, Demon Lord of boundless power, we will serve you as our master..."

Zhao Sicheng knelt down with the crowd, expressionless, repeating whatever they said and standing up whenever they stood up.

After finishing and arranging the affairs of the Demonic Sect, Zhao Sicheng followed his father to the Nightmare's Cave.

Can humans and demons coexist peacefully?

In the past, Zhao Sicheng would have definitely refused, but now he discovered it was still possible. It's just that people have to endure—endure the pain, endure the humiliation, endure the bullying…

"Si Cheng, Si Cheng, Zhao Si Cheng!"

Zhao Wensong shouted several times, raising his voice, before finally bringing his son back to his senses.

Zhao Sicheng looked at his father, "Father."

Zhao Wensong sighed helplessly and instructed, "You'll stay behind me for a while. If you can't laugh, don't laugh and keep your head down. Just say 'okay' to whatever those demons say, and I'll handle the rest."

"Anyway, you'll be leaving Manzhou for a mission in a few days. Don't look so miserable. With you like this, who outsider would believe we can survive among demons?"

"Listen to your father, these demons are all going to heaven. When that happens, we'll be the ones managing the human world for them. Don't think about anything else."

Zhao Wensong spent the past few years on the run and has recently been working under the control of demons, suffering a lot of hardship. He looks much older now.

Zhao Sicheng followed behind, watching him, seemingly lost in thought.

Nightmare had been mistreated in the Heavenly Realm, and upon seeing this father and son, he couldn't help but lose his temper.

"Why are you only arriving now? Are you looking for trouble? Get over here right now!"

He casually cast a spell and struck, and the father and son dared not retaliate. They were knocked to the ground and then quickly stepped forward and knelt before the nightmare.

Zhao Wensong immediately said, "I was wrong, I was wrong."

Zhao Sicheng also followed behind and apologized.

Seeing that the two men were fairly respectful, his nightmare subsided somewhat. He slowly sat down, fanning himself with his fan in a pretentious manner.

"How has the Demonic Sect been these past few days?"

Zhao Sicheng lowered his head and briefly explained the situation of the new followers recruited by the Demonic Sect in the past few days and the propaganda about the coexistence of humans and demons.

Nightmare nodded, and seeing that Zhao Sicheng's teeth were stained with blood, he gave him a rare kind look.

I lost control of my anger just now, but mortals are too fragile, bleeding so easily.

Nightmare: "The main reason I called you here is that I have some good news to tell you."

good thing?

Before Zhao Wensong could think further, Nightmare said, "You all know about this rabbit disease, right? Recently, there have been rumors in the mortal realm that it was caused by our Demon Lord. The Demon Lord is very angry about it."

"Since you two have always wanted to share the burdens of the Demon Lord, I felt it would be inconvenient to recommend you two to the Demon Lord."

Zhao Wensong asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Can't you even understand this, you idiots! The Demon Lord ordered you two to find out who is spreading rumors behind your back that the Demon Lord is related to Rabbit Disease. You must find out the truth within a month, before I ascend to heaven again."

Within a month, Zhao Wensong looked troubled.

"Ugly Black Gang, I'm only a little late and you're already bullying people. This is clearly a task assigned to you by the Demon Lord."

Upon hearing the sound, they went to investigate, unaware that Anle had appeared behind them.

She said to the father and son kneeling on the ground, "This is none of your business. Get out."

"Yes."

Seeing the two leave, Nightmare hurriedly stood up and shouted, "Hey! Stop! I can't order you around anymore! I order you to go and find out the truth right now!"

Zhao Wensong and his son glanced at Anle, and after receiving a signal from her, continued walking forward.

Unsure what the two monsters inside were talking about, Zhao Sicheng asked, "Father, about the rabbit disease?"

"Never mind it, this involves too many people, it has nothing to do with us, cough cough cough..."

Zhao Wensong lost his balance, and Zhao Sicheng quickly helped him up.

"Father, you should go back and heal your wounds."

After seeing Zhao Wensong off, he quickly became extremely busy again.

In various parts of Manzhou, people are "accidentally" taken away by demons.

Despite the rule in Manzhou that demons are not allowed to harm people, such accidents still happen frequently.

The power of demons was too great, and mortals were too weak; the huge gap made it impossible for humans and demons to coexist on an equal footing.