Ren felt a little sorry for Kunpeng—and more than a little impressed. So many people had betrayed him, and so many had looked down on him, yet he had kept going. That could not have been easy. It also showed a strength of Dao Heart that Ren could scarcely believe.
Xuanming nodded faintly, a trace of admiration in her eyes. "That's right... Back then, many people in the Primordial World felt they had wronged Kunpeng. But Dijun had already gained the upper hand and suppressed every voice of dissent. As a further insult, he appointed Kunpeng Demon Master, hoping to drive him out of the Demon Race!
"But Kunpeng held firm. He accepted the position and kept spreading the Demon Race Script he had created. He became a true Demon Master, gathered Demon Race Fortune, and used it to heal his wounds. To restrain him, Dijun built the Demon Master's Manor and confined him there. Kunpeng still refused to yield. He devised a method of embedding the Demon Race Script in the bloodline so that inheritances could be passed down without end. He taught it to the Demon Race, who embraced it, and the entire race benefited. Kunpeng seized the chance to gather immense fortune and rapidly recover from his injuries. Dijun could do nothing about it!"
After hearing that, Ren hardly knew what to say. Kunpeng sounded like the protagonist of an underdog novel: unbreakable in will, driven to grow stronger, able to endure endless abuse and rise little by little until the day he could strike back and kill his old enemies.
Ren could only admire such resolve and such a Dao Heart. "Kunpeng's life has been full of upheaval. He bore endless injustice, contempt, and slander, yet kept his anger in check and worked hard at his