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The little boy lost his footing and fell to the ground. He gritted his teeth in pain but dared not cry out. Tears welled up in his Auspicious Phoenix Eyes with grievance.

The petite and beautiful mother stood to the side, raised her hand, and lashed out with a whip, striking his small body with a sharp "crack." Crimson blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. "Practice properly! No food if you don't!"

He struggled to his feet and continued practicing without uttering a sound.

After years of practicing swordsmanship day and night, the little boy grew taller and taller, but his expression became increasingly cold, and his pale face was devoid of any color. Before he was even five years old, he had already mastered superb Swordsmanship, which was fast, accurate, and ruthless. He could compete with many adult Daoist priests and had even slain a Demon Beast that was plaguing the Mortal World.

Even those who used to mock his mother for "hooking up with other men" and bully him for being "raised by a mother but not taught by a father" couldn't help but look at the mother and son differently and became more respectful.

The little boy saw his mother smile for the first time, as if years of ice had finally melted and the sun had suddenly risen.

I never knew my mother's smile was so beautiful.

A joy he had never felt before welled up in the little boy's heart, and he practiced swordsmanship even more diligently every day, hoping to bring more smiles to his mother's perpetually stern face.

As his fifth birthday approached, his mother mustered her courage and took him to the Devil Race to find his Demon Venerable father.

Although the journey was arduous, involving crossing mountains and valleys, the mother's steps were light and strong, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She spoke to him at length, a rare occurrence for her, recounting her brief romance with the Demon Venerable, the promises he had made to her, and even dreaming of their future life in the Demon Realm Demon Venerable.

After many days of travel, they arrived in the Demon Realm.

In the Devil Palace, Demon Venerable subordinates cast disdainful glances at them. Before he could even display his Swordsmanship, scorn and mockery rippled around him.

"So thin and small, with such pale skin, how could this child possibly be the son of our Demon Venerable Lord?"

"That's right, this child is so effeminate, lacking even the slightest bit of the Demon Venerable Lord's tall, mighty, and powerful aura. He doesn't seem like one of us Devil Race at all."

"He's said to be a half-demon, but I can't sense any magic power from him at all..."

The little boy angrily drew his sword and began to fight with the gossipy people around him. He wanted to prove to his mother and to those who looked down on him that he was strong enough, but the eight-foot-tall man used his magic to knock him to the ground with a single punch, as if his whole body had been sealed.

How could this be?

No matter how hard he gritted his teeth and tried, he couldn't get up.

The Demon Venerable didn't even bother to lift his eyelids before issuing an order to leave, "Throw them out and never let them into the Demon Realm again."

"Demon Venerable, this is your own flesh and blood! You promised me that as long as he had the ability to cultivate Devil Cultivation Method, you would keep him in the Demon Realm and personally teach him!" The mother shouted at the Demon Venerable with all her might. She was unwilling to let all her hard work over the years go to waste, and for her child, who had been plagued by countless rumors, become an abandoned child.

"This child's Root Bone is so poor, he's not worthy to be my son at all." The Demon Venerable waved his hand impatiently, and the mother and son before him were thrown out of the Demon Realm like stray dogs. He had only spent a few days in the Mortal World enjoying himself and said a few words in a casual manner, yet they took it all seriously. Humans are truly both foolish and laughable.

The little boy saw humiliation and despair on his mother's face.

That night, his mother's eyes were bloodshot, and she cursed him repeatedly as if he were an enemy, whipping him again and again. He silently endured it, letting the blood flow down his chest and back.

Suddenly, as if she had lost all will to live, the mother slammed her head against the corner of the table beside her with all her might.

The mother, who was his only family, passed away just like that.

At that moment, he couldn't tell whether he felt more relief or more pain. His eyes seemed to have dried up, unable to shed a single tear, and black Devil Qi surged around him, his dark eyes reflecting the sky-covering black aura.

That was the first time he awakened the Devil Qi within him.

Looking at all this, Ye Zhenzhen sighed deeply. It turned out that the yandere boy had experienced such a dark childhood.

She suddenly understood why he had been so surprised when she complimented his good looks; why he had never celebrated his birthday in the five years he had been with the Cloudsky Sect; and why he had become so emotional upon seeing his Demon Venerable Lord father...

By channeling all her spiritual energy, she broke free from his Sea of Consciousness.

Seeing the young boy before her shrouded in Devil Qi, trapped in terrible memories of the past, unwilling to escape from hatred and pain, she anxiously poured her spiritual power into his Spiritual Platform, hoping to bring him back to his senses.

Finally, the dark mist between Ye Qingchuan's brows dissipated, Spiritual Platform cleared for a moment. He forcefully pushed the Little Glutinous Rice Ball in front of him away, "Junior Sister, you should leave quickly!"

"I don't know what's wrong with me lately, I'm starting to lose control of the Devil Qi within me. I get angry very easily and often feel like I'm going to lose control. You'd better get out of my sight right now, or I don't know what I might do to you!"

"Get out of here!" he roared at her, desperate to get rid of her as quickly as possible.

[No, I won't leave! I can't watch you be swallowed up by Devil Qi like this!] The Little Glutinous Rice Ball looked stubborn. Although Ye Qingchuan was often very abnormal and treated her badly, saving him was also one of her tasks Transmigration into a Book, and she couldn't let him Fallen into Demonic Cultivation so early.

Ye Zhenzhen leaned against him, stubbornly stretching out her small hand to continue channeling Spiritual Qi into him, helping him suppress the Devil Qi within his body. Even though the effect was minimal, she refused to stop.

His eyes were closed, his face twitched, and his whole body trembled, as if he were engaged in an even more intense battle with the Devil Qi within him.

His vision blurred, and the image of Ye Qinghui kissing Ye Zhenzhen's cheek from the previous night flashed before his eyes. Ye Qingchuan was once again seized by anger, and suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a strong desire in his scarlet eyes.

He grabbed her soft, tender fingers and then bit them hard.