Chapter 19: I Am None Other Than the Night Demon

Jiang Shaoyang led his group, sweeping through the area like invaders in a village, launching a grand purge. Meanwhile, Ye Jiuyao couldn’t understand it—was it really necessary to mobilize so many people just because a single Yuan Technique had been destroyed? Unable to make sense of it, he simply stopped thinking and adopted a look of indifference, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

“Imperial Lord…”

“It’s fine, the problem isn’t too big. Don’t panic.”

With these words, Ye Jiuyao waved his hand, and his followers brought out a bed resembling a lounge chair, which they had prepared according to his instructions while he chatted idly with the ladies. As if nothing had happened, Ye Jiuyao lay down and promptly fell into a deep sleep, allowing his people to carry him wherever they pleased.

Yet everyone else was terrified. This wasn’t just one sect, but many. True, these sects couldn’t defeat Ye Jiuyao’s group, but numbers mattered. It was as if you were given a choice: would you rather take on our entire group, or have our group come after you alone? The logic was the same.

At this moment, the people of Great Zhou found themselves facing such a predicament. Fear gripped their hearts—they looked back every few steps, all except Ye Jiuyao, who slept soundly, seemingly unconcerned.

He muttered Luo Qingyu’s name in his sleep, and not only did he dream, he drooled as well—worse, the drool landed on the people carrying his lounge chair.

“We found them! They’re here!”

Despite all their caution, there was no escaping a carpet search; soon, their path was blocked.

“Hey, hey, hey, listen to us—we’re really just here to maintain world peace…” The loyal followers of Great Zhou tried to explain, but their words caused an uproar. One man cried out in anguish:

“No mistake this time—it was them who destroyed the Yuan Technique! I spent three years comprehending it…”

“Three years? I’ve been at it for five—five years!”

“You think you’re suffering? I spent a year away from home trying to master this Yuan Technique—now my child is nearly a year old!”

Upon hearing this, everyone paused for a moment of silence for the poor cuckold. Ye Jiuyao, snoring atop his lounge chair, was still fast asleep; the Great Zhou group was genuinely scared of him.

How could someone’s heart be so big? This was no game—it was a matter of life and death. They knew he was formidable, but couldn’t he give them a shred of hope?

The strongest among them was only at the Qi Fusion realm, but their opponents weren’t just angry juniors; several powerful forces lurked nearby, no weaker than themselves.

“You want to fight, fine—but why call in the elders?”

“Boss, these are the ones! They wouldn’t let me bring back those beautiful girls for you—snatched them away, saying they wanted three wives and four concubines…”

The burly men who had been beaten so badly by Ye Jiuyao and his group that they barely recognized their own parents approached, accompanied by a young man with a peculiar air.

The youth wore a red robe, his eyebrows painted, his lips colored bright and garish, his face heavily made up, resembling a maiden.

“Ming Yin-Yang, you’re here too?” Jiang Shaoyang eyed the newcomer warily, instinctively clenching his buttocks as he asked.

“Hehehe… Shaoyang, don’t be afraid—I like women, not men,” Ming Yin-Yang replied in a strange tone, making everyone shiver and look at him with disgust.

“Let that brat come out. I want to see how he maintains world peace.” Jiang Shaoyang ignored Ming Yin-Yang, roaring at the Great Zhou group.

“Ancestor, he’s the one who destroyed the Yuan Technique. If you capture him, he might still remember it. Our Jiang family could gain another Yuan Technique and reclaim dominance over the Southern Barbarian realm—it’s within reach!”

Seeing the Great Zhou group unmoved, Jiang Shaoyang’s face turned awkward. Suddenly, someone dashed out from the woods.

“Hehehe… Shaoyang, you even brought out your family’s ancestor? Is the Jiang family about to be expelled?”

“Get lost, you sissy! Ming old ghost, if you don’t come out, I’ll kill your grandson!”

The Jiang family ancestor shouted into the woods, ready to seize Ming Yin-Yang, when suddenly another figure appeared at Ming Yin-Yang’s side.

The newcomer deflected the ancestor’s attack with his palm, letting out a cold snort; Yuan energy surged, reaching for Jiang Shaoyang.

“Outrageous!”

The Jiang family ancestor, seeing the Ming ancestor dare to act so boldly, rebuked him. Yuan energy burst from his hand, striking the massive palm formed by his adversary.

“Boom!”

A violent collision echoed with a thunderous roar, striking fear deep into everyone’s hearts.

“Such terrifying power!”

Involuntarily, they exclaimed, gazing at the lingering waves in the sky, their eyes filled with terror as they glanced at the two combatants.

“Ah… what a comfortable sleep…”

Just as everyone marveled at their frightening strength, a lazy voice sounded, drawing their attention.

A young man rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretching languidly, a look of utter comfort on his face. At the sight, everyone lost their composure.

“That’s him!”

“He’s the bastard who destroyed the Yuan Technique…”

“Don’t stop me, let me kill him!” Although their words were fierce, none dared to step forward, earning contemptuous looks from the crowd.

“Haha… how lively—just woke up and it’s time to eat? I haven’t had human barbecue buns in ages…” Ye Jiuyao joked awkwardly, but the murderous undertone sent a chill through everyone.

“Eat… eat human flesh?”

“Grandfather, I really like him. Bring him to me, please?” Ming Yin-Yang perked up, pointing at Ye Jiuyao and speaking softly, raising goosebumps all around.

“Damn, what a character—so effeminate. Surely you haven’t… you know…?” Ye Jiuyao’s tone was full of uncertainty, but the sarcasm was obvious.

“Ancestor, disaster has struck. Ye Jiuyao is here…” Just as everyone waited for Ming Yin-Yang’s reply, a hurried report came, prompting everyone to look at the messenger.

“Im… Imperial Lord…” The Great Zhou people were tense, their voices trembling, while Ye Jiuyao remained aloof and unconcerned.

“No big deal, stay calm. Don’t panic.”

His casual words made the Great Zhou group realize their fate was sealed. This wasn’t just one or two Qi Fusion experts—it was a whole crowd. The concept was daunting: one against a dozen, and it wasn’t just four fists, but countless ones, too many to count.

“Kid, don’t tell me you’re Ye Jiuyao?” The Ancestor of the Netherworld suddenly looked at Ye Jiuyao, doubt in his eyes. Though no killing intent showed, a chill spread, enveloping the surroundings.

“I am Ye Jiuyao, so what? Old man, think you can beat me? At most, you can kill them—since they don’t like to exercise, you might as well kill them so I can go back to sleep and not be annoyed all the time…”

“…”

The Great Zhou group was speechless, their faces full of resentment toward Ye Jiuyao, but none dared voice it. They couldn’t win, and now they were surrounded—internal strife wasn’t an option.

Right, no internal strife, lest the enemy exploit their weakness. They’d endure.

“Haha… searching high and low, and here you are, falling right into my lap.” The Netherworld Ancestor laughed heartily, his gaze once more locking onto Ye Jiuyao. The crowd instinctively stepped back, clearing space.

Even the Jiang family ancestor withdrew with Jiang Shaoyang, his eyes wary as he watched the two. After all, a clash between two Qi Fusion masters could leave aftershocks that might kill Jiang Shaoyang; he had to protect his family’s offspring.