The Princess Consort of Zhennan

But he had only just arrived, and all his cultivation was gone.

If even one enemy came seeking revenge, he would probably die.

Especially those five female disciples personally taught by the Demon Venerable.

Over the years, their hatred for the Demon Venerable had seeped into their very bones!

They had tried to kill him several times.

If they learned about this, they would be the first to betray their master and destroy his legacy.

They might already be on their way.

So...

If he wanted to live...

He had to disguise himself as the spitting image of the Demon Venerable.

The same expressions, the same behavior.

Even... the same tireless exertions, day and night.

Imitate him, become him, surpass him!

In short, he absolutely could not let himself be exposed.

[As a transmigrator, you seem rather discouraged. Never mind, this is your golden opportunity. The original owner is dead, and his harem is empty. You can slip right into that opening. Go forth and do battle! Starting now!]

[What, there are no women in the secret chamber? Not even anyone else? Ahem, there's a brush holder on the table...]

"Shut up!"

Fang Yang's face darkened with exasperation.

Ever since he had transmigrated yesterday, he had noticed a narrator's voice repeatedly sounding in his head.

Patiently coaxing him.

Bewitching his mind.

But if he really did what it said...

Even nine lives probably would not be enough.

Dual cultivation, seriously?

When other people practiced dual cultivation, they supported and complemented each other.

But when the gap between their cultivation realms was too great, dual cultivation became one-sided absorption.

The other party would pour it out, and he would suck it in.

Wouldn't that be practically announcing that he thought he wasn't being exposed quickly enough?

He sighed.

Fang Yang knew he could not waste any more time.

Following what the diary recorded...

He stood up and began imitating the original owner's bearing and gaze.

The Demon Venerable had made his name young and was domineering and imposing.

He had to look as though he considered himself above everyone else.

For that part, he just had to channel the great Sakamoto.

Besides, this fellow's mind was steeped in lust.

His eyes had to carry lust at all times.

Fang Yang was very good at acting.

He had nerves of steel.

Otherwise, in his previous life, when his boss's wife had clung to him desperately and pursued him all the way to the office...

He could never have discussed business with her right in front of his boss.

And so, he pondered and practiced.

After roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn...

He had perfectly settled into his persona.

Every movement radiated authority without a hint of anger.

Judging by his aura alone, he already bore a seventy- or eighty-percent resemblance to Demon Venerable Fang.

But even so, he was still not satisfied.

He kept refining it.

Until...

Knock, knock, knock!

A knocking sound came from outside the secret chamber.

"Demon Venerable, the Princess Consort of Zhennan has come to visit you..."

"Also... the master of the Sword Hall, Ye Qinghong of the God-Shocking Sword, heard that you had spent a month in secluded cultivation with your life on the line. Worried, he traveled a thousand li overnight to return and insists on seeing you. Your subordinate can barely hold him back!"

Whoosh!

Fang Yang's expression darkened.

What was bound to come had come after all.

He had already guessed that once the Demon Venerable's five disciples heard he had spent a month in life-or-death seclusion, his fate unknown, they would not let the opportunity slip by.

But he had not expected them to be so impatient.

They had rushed back to the Demon Cult overnight to investigate.

For now, it was only the eldest disciple.

The other four unfilial disciples would probably be next, wouldn't they?

Such profound filial devotion.

Creak!

With the sound of the door opening...

Fang Yang walked out of the room, his face expressionless.

Clad in black robes, he exuded an oppressive killing aura.

His air of authority without anger was actually even stronger than before.

"Demon Venerable!"

"Demon Venerable!"

"..."

Seeing Fang Yang emerge from seclusion, the subordinates waiting outside the passage hurriedly dropped to their knees.

Their faces were deathly pale, their eyes filled with terror.

It was proof enough of the terrifying impression the Demon Venerable had left on their hearts over the years.

Fang Yang stood where he was and swept a cold gaze over them.

Only when they had lowered their heads and begun trembling all over did he turn and walk outside.

Watching Fang Yang's retreating back...

Everyone let out a long sigh of relief.

Just now, they had even felt as though the sky was about to collapse.

"How strange. The Demon Venerable usually hates anyone disturbing his secluded cultivation, yet this time he didn't punish us."

One subordinate muttered cautiously.

He felt that something was off about the Demon Venerable.

The next moment...

A shadow appeared before him.

Smack!

A crisp, sharp slap struck his face.

It instantly sent him flying.

He spat out a mouthful of blood in midair.

By the time he hit the ground, he had spat several bloodied teeth from his mouth.

"A bunch of useless fools. You couldn't even keep anyone out. Considering that you spent a month working hard to stand guard outside, I'll spare you this once. There will be no next time."

After throwing out those words...

Fang Yang snorted coldly, turned, and left.

The guards shuddered.

The guard who had just been slapped also climbed to his feet.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"I knew it. Now that's the Demon Venerable."

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Chapter 2: The Princess Consort of Zhennan

At that moment, outside the artificial rockery that housed the secret chamber.