On a pitch-black night, the black clouds drifted away, revealing a round moon that shone its graceful light upon the cold land and the unmoving man.
Upon a closer look, he was covered in wounds. His clothes were in tatters, his face so swollen only a mother would recognize him.
His brows quivered as the moonlight stirred him, opening his hazy eyes.
âWhere am I? W-why am IâŠâ
Confusion laced his gaze from his unsettled mind, but then it all came pouring in. He sat quickly and darted his eyes all over in panic, âWhereâs that sicko? Where is he?â
He looked around but there was no one around except for him.
The man nodded for some reason, muttering to himself, âIt was all just an illusion. Yes, thatâs it. Thereâs no sicko and that never happened. It was just one horrible nightmare, ha-ha-haâŠâ
Pa!
His crazed and delusional justification came to an abrupt halt as a stone graced his most sensitive and swollen face, slamming him into the ground.
The flood of pain brought him to tears, his mouth quiveringâŠ
âHey, disciple, whoâre you calling a sicko?â
A most familiar and dreaded voice came from the darkness.
The man shuddered, but he actually remained silent.
[Thatâs the old demonâs voice. The nightmare is real, the devil is still here!]
Eyes twitching, Shangguan Yulin wailed in tears, âMaster, I would never! I was only referring to the people of Flying Cloud manor. Those old freaks suck at even being guards. How could they let just anyone into the cityâŠâ
Shangguan Yulin wailed while making excuses as his voice trailed off, growing so tiny no one could hear him.
He just dumped all his hatred on the guards.
[What the hell is wrong with you? You call yourself guards and yet you let this sicko disturb public peace?]
It not once occurred to him that if security was that tight, Shangguan clan had no way of getting in.
From the shadow, Zhuo Fan listened with a laugh, âOh, disciple, so youâre cursing the guards. They sure deserve it. They ignore their duties and let anyone in, ha-ha-haâŠâ
Zhuo Fan continued, âHowever, thanks to their sloppy attitude, we got to slip in, no? This is where a Sword King is stationed, you know?â
Shangguan Yulin flushed, knowing fully well the old guy was mocking him, but his mouth remained shut.
âSeeing you all worn out, weâll leave the hundred kowtows aside for now.â
Shangguan Yulin lit up in joy, âReally? Thank you, master, thank you, ha-ha-haâŠâ
A total discrepancy from the hatred he felt in his heart.
[This decrepit geezer, I wonât take a sicko like him as master ever, even if I wouldâve been put to bow a hundred times. The minute I get to uncle, youâre dead to me.]
[And if I catch you around me again, Iâll sic people on you to skin you alive, flay your flesh and break your bonesâŠ]
Zhuo Fan could easily see through those crocodile tears, making a most devious grin, âWhile the ceremony will be on hold for now, weâre now master and disciple. Donât you ever forget that.â
âYes master, absolutely!â Shangguan Yulin bobbed his head with a fake smile.
Zhuo Fan laughed and shook his head, âHeh, do you really think Iâll believe that disciple? Thatâll make all those centuries roaming the world for nothing.â
âNo no no, master, you have to believe me. Iâm serious about having you as my master. My vow shall never be brokenâŠâ Shangguan Yulin panicked as he explained.
Zhuo Fan mocked, âItâs fine. Iâm not that easy to fool and I came prepared. Now take your shirt offâŠâ
âWhat do you want to do?â
Shangguan Yulin froze, on high alert.
[The sickoâs first twisted hobby was enough as it is. Who knows if he doesnât have any others even worse than this.]
Zhuo Fan chuckled, âEasy now, disciple, I am a great demonic cultivator, but I wonât ever swing that way. Also, why would I have waited so long if I had that intention to begin with?â
Shangguan Yulin paused for a moment before realizing it as well. So he complied.
Seeing his perfect body riddled with wounds, Shangguan Yulinâs hatred grew hotter.
[This is all this sickoâs fault!]
âTry using Yuan Qi.â Zhuo Fan said.
Shangguan Yulin did as he was told and on his caved in chest, two words in golden letters appeared.
Degenerate demon.
Shangguan Yulin looked gobsmacked. He pointed at his chest with a dumb look, stammering, âW-what is this?â
âHa-ha-ha, disciple, the demonic path has always been unpopular, so anyone who becomes my disciple needs to have these words engraved on them as a reminder. So youâll never lower yourself again nor get trapped in lofty dreams.â
Zhuo Fan laughed, âYouâll soon leave with me and strike out in the world! Youâre best off forgetting everything about inheriting the Shangguan clan. Thereâs no way theyâll let someone with such words on their chest lead the Shangguan clan. Theyâre too renowned for that.â
Shangguan Yulinâs eyes twitched, about to explode in anger, âMaster, youâve ruined me. I only ever wanted the supreme glory of the Shangguan clan. We can even rule it together, but please donât take everything from meâŠâ
âShare, you say?â
Zhuo Fan raised an eyebrow, âYouâre serious?â
Shangguan Yulin bobbed his head, âYes, of course, as long as I get to lead Shangguan clan, then half of it will be yours, as my master.â
âYou truly know how to return favors. I bet your uncle would be fuming if he heard you. But I like it, ha-ha-ha⊠â
Zhuo Fan made a sign and the gaudy golden letters faded from Shangguan Yulinâs chest. Shangguan Yulin perked up.
A bit too soon though, as Zhuo Fanâs icy tone came right after, âRemember your words, disciple. You are to follow my every word from now on. Or else it wonât be as easy as letters appearing on your chest next time, maybe your life will expire.â
Shangguan Yulin shuddered, but looked confused.
âWhy did those words appear? Ha-ha-ha, thatâs because I gave you a Blood Curse.â
Zhuo Fan snickered, âAs you saw, the words popped on your chest the minute you used Yuan Qi. What you donât know is that in fifteen minutes you wouldâve been splattered everywhere if I hadnât kept the Blood Curse in check with my signs.â
âHa-ha-ha, yes way. You just became my disciple and have no idea what Iâm capable of. Now do you understand how your 97 senior brothers passed? HumphâŠâ
Zhuo Fan squinted, âPress the sacred pool pressure point on your right hand and use Yuan Qi.â
Shangguan Yulin did just that. He heard a bang then and his right arm exploded in a golden pillar of flames, followed by the breaking of his meridian.
Blood dripped on the ground as the hand now hung limp.
He was now in extreme shock.
He never thought this old freak would be so brutal, planting a bomb in him to detonate at any second.
Zhuo Fan grinned at his dumb look, âThe golden flame shows Iâm going easy on you. If it were the black flame, then the second it appeared, losing your hand would be the least of your problems. Then again, even this display was only a fraction of the golden flameâs power. If you donât listenâŠâ
âMaster, Iâll do everything you say, no questions asked. Please show mercy and release the Blood Curse!â
Shangguan Yulin was looking afraid now, starting to slam his head on the ground without Zhuo Fanâs urging.
Zhuo Fanâs eyes flashed, âGood, now tell me everything about Shangguan clan and why you have come to Flying Cloud City.â
Pausing, Shangguan Yulin sighed after some hesitationâŠ