GB Chapter 1

This world has always been divided between good and evil. Thousands of years ago, demon lords and kings emerged one after another, creating a hell on earth where evil ghosts and great demons ran rampant. At that time, all righteous cultivators struggled to survive, uniting only to fight against them. Even so, due to the disparity in cultivation, they were once suppressed by the demonic path and ultimately hid in the deep mountains and forests to barely survive.

However, the wheel of fortune turns, and thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Just when the world was in peril, the savior of the righteous path appeared. A sword immortal descended to slay the kings, and a profound sect saved the world and eliminated the demon lords. The demon race, without a leader, and the demonic cultivators, whose experts were wiped out by the profound sect’s patriarchs, were quickly suppressed by the Heavenly Dao Alliance, led by the orthodox profound sect. They have remained in decline for hundreds of years, with no sign of improvement.

The demonic cultivators endured for a long time, finally waiting for the profound sect’s eldest disciple to betray his sect and join the demonic path. This person soon became He Huan, the Palace Master of the Joyful Palace. With his powerful cultivation, he led the demonic forces against the Heavenly Dao Alliance. Just when the demonic cultivators thought their day had come, He Huan was struck by a lightning tribulation, experienced a great enlightenment, and returned to the profound sect.

No one had expected that the righteous and evil camps could be switched so easily. Watching their leader being tricked away by the righteous path, the demonic cultivators suddenly became orphans without a father. They collectively followed the former Second Protector of the Joyful Palace, You Jiang, and retreated to the northern desert, temporarily avoiding the righteous path’s edge while still yearning for a new demonic leader to descend.

Since the profound sect’s patriarch disseminated immortal cultivation techniques to the world, the levels of cultivators have been divided into five stages with the popularization of mind cultivation techniques: Body Refinement, Foundation Building, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Transcending the Tribulation. The most critical process is from Nascent Soul to Transcending the Tribulation, where the Dao heart undergoes the test of the heavenly tribulation. Once passed safely, ascension is only a matter of time.

As the saying goes, there are talented individuals in every generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. Forty years have passed since He Huan returned to the profound sect. From the demonic cultivators’ perspective, the righteous path has already produced three cultivators at the Transcending the Tribulation stage. It is said that the current head of the profound sect’s youngest disciple is also in seclusion, preparing to transcend the tribulation. However, their demonic path does not have a single cultivator at the Transcending the Tribulation stage. They even had one who was tricked back to the damn profound sect. This imbalance was too uneven and violated the way of yin and yang. Therefore, heaven would certainly send down a demonic genius to save the declining demonic forces.

So, they burned three sticks of high incense daily, praying for the old Taoist of the profound sect and the damned He Huan to ascend quickly. At the same time, they kept a close eye on the genius cultivators in their own camp, vowing to gather all the demonic cultivators’ strength to create another demon lord.

The demonic cultivators were thinking that their demonic sect leader, You Jiang, had also defected from a righteous sect. Although he was currently standing on the front line of revitalizing the demonic path, what if he was struck by lightning during his tribulation and also returned?

Thus, Bi Qianren, He Huan’s disciple, the former Great Protector of the Joyful Palace, and now the Great Protector of the Demonic Sect, became the best candidate in their hearts.

In the eyes of the demonic cultivators, first of all, Bi Qianren had grown up in the demonic sect’s Joyful Palace since childhood, so he must have a distorted worldview and would not suddenly run to the righteous path to save the world; secondly, he still insisted on staying in the demonic sect to manage affairs after his master He Huan left, which clearly showed that he was a pure demonic cultivator who would not be swayed by love. The most important point was that he was already at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and his Dao heart had been extremely stable. He was only one step away from transcending the tribulation, making his success rate extremely high.

In short, looking at his cold, expressionless face and the contemptuous gaze he had for everyone, this person was simply a born leader of the demonic path.

Look, their Great Protector was once again scanning his subordinates with a murderous gaze, how cold! How heartless! How…

Just as the current demonic sect elder was observing the Great Protector with relief, envisioning a bright future for the demonic path with hope, the branch master of the demonic sect beside him finally couldn’t help but interrupt his beautiful fantasy. “But Elder, the disciples of the Joyful Palace said that the Great Protector has been in the demonic path for sixty years and still doesn’t have a cultivation partner, he is probably impotent.”

It was not a secret that the Great Protector was still a virgin in the demonic sect, but this small flaw could not stop the elder’s love for Qianren. He still sighed while stroking his snow-white beard, “It’s good that he’s impotent. If he can’t engage in sexual intercourse, he won’t be seduced by righteous path women. He is simply the perfect candidate for a demon lord.”

“But the disciples of the Joyful Palace have never been picky about men or women.”

The branch master, who had been successfully taught various mysterious knowledge by the former Joyful Palace disciples, continued his doubts and wisely pointed out that their threat was not only from righteous path women but also righteous path men.

At this, the elder finally got angry, directly punching his talkative subordinate out. He firmly defended the Great Protector’s dignity, “Shut your crow’s beak, how is the Great Protector like a cut-sleeve from head to toe! Have you ever seen such a majestic and brave cut-sleeve? Even if he is, he is definitely not the kind I like!”

The elder, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, was already over a hundred years old, but his voice was still as loud as a bell. His tone, with the firm belief that Qianren could definitely live alone forever, was also moving. However, as the protagonist of their discussion, the demonic sect’s Great Protector Qianren instantly snapped the pen he was using to review official documents and glared at the old man with a murderous look.

In the demonic path, there were two most sarcastic phrases. The first was: “Even the disciples of the Joyful Palace don’t want you.” The second was: “A piece of trash like you would still be a virgin even if thrown into the Joyful Palace.”

Leaving aside how terrifying the Joyful Palace was, as the former Great Protector of the Joyful Palace, Qianren was very unfortunate to fit both categories. Over the past decades, he had successively held the glorious title of the most unattractive male cultivator in the demonic path.

Now, these two were pushing all the affairs of the demonic sect onto him and chatting idly on the sidelines, and they even revealed the scars in his heart. Enough was enough, Qianren decided not to tolerate it anymore, and coldly said, “In order to transcend the tribulation as soon as possible, I have decided to follow my master’s teachings and travel the world. The affairs of the demonic sect will be handed over to you.”

Hearing this, the elder was stunned. He never expected that they would lose their old workhorse who carried half of the demonic sect’s official duties. Cough, no, that was the Great Protector who would save the demonic path from danger. He cried out in pain, “Great Protector, only you can revitalize the demonic path. Heaven has entrusted you with this great task, you can’t leave!”

However, their cold Great Protector only replied with a truth, “Are you stupid? What demon cultivator would be so responsible as to take on the world’s great task?”

What he said was too reasonable, and the elder was instantly speechless. He could only watch helplessly as the Great Protector left in a carefree manner, soaring into the sky. After wiping away a few tears while looking at the pile of official documents on the table, he sighed in his heart: Their Great Protector was indeed the purest of demonic cultivators, even the way he acted willfully and recklessly was completely in line with the standards of a demon head.

The above was the process of the demonic sect’s Great Protector, Bi Qianren, running away from home, no, it was the beginning of his journey around the world.

Recalling the free and unrestrained manner in which he left, and then looking at his current miserable situation of having to light a bonfire in a mass grave to spend the night, Qianren could only silently support his forehead. He should not have given up going back to pack his luggage for such a foolish reason that it would harm his image. Even a Nascent Soul expert had to pay for staying at an inn!

Even though he was a demonic cultivator, Qianren, with his face, could not bring himself to act like a rogue who did not pay for his stay. Fortunately, he also had the identity of the world’s number one killer in the past. Although he had not taken on any missions since taking over the position of Demonic Sect Protector, it was not difficult for him to resume his old profession.

And his master He Huan, after receiving this news, unhesitatingly began to order his disciple around, sending a flying sword letter with the first mission after the great killer opened for business – to help the profound sect find a missing outer sect disciple who had been gone for ten years, and to buy him some hawthorn candy cakes, a local specialty of Zhu Jiaji, and send it back with the flying sword.

Although he was very suspicious of whether his old, unconventional master was more interested in the local specialty or the outer sect disciple, Qianren, who respected his master, still embarked on a journey to find the person. Following the information his master gave him, he found this small town isolated in the mountains. Then, for the amazing reason of having no money, he ended up living in the suburbs.

Such remote mountains with inconvenient transportation have always been sparsely populated, and few cultivators pass by. Over the years, they have become the favorite places for weak spirits and monsters to gather. On his way up the mountain, Qianren had not encountered a single villager, but he had taken care of a lot of demons, ghosts, and monsters. Unfortunately, most of the ones hiding from cultivators in this place were nameless and faceless wandering spirits and small demons, which wouldn’t sell for much in the black market. This made the great killer, who was troubled by forgetting to bring money when he went out, even more depressed.

As a demonic cultivator whose appearance and temperament perfectly matched his identity, Qianren was not afraid of being in this mass grave. He stepped on the skeleton that had just struggled to climb out of the ground, pushing it back into the soil. Then, he looked up at the ghosts who were trembling behind the tombstone and said coldly, “I am in a bad mood right now. If you don’t want to be obliterated, you better stay quietly in the ground.”

With just one sentence, the ghosts immediately burrowed into the soil, becoming quiet corpses again. Even the skeletons that had been dug up and had no idea where to bury themselves very consciously grabbed a handful of soil and sprinkled it on their skulls, pretending that they had buried themselves back.

In this desolate scene of ghosts being oppressed by a terrifying demonic cultivator, a brave warrior crawled out of the bushes.

He was wearing a blood-red robe, and his long, messy hair covered his entire face. His pale fingers dug into the ground, and he struggled to move out of the weeds. Each time he moved, a clear sound of bones colliding could be heard. Looking at the dark green ghost fires constantly lighting up in the air, one could tell that he was not on the same level as the wandering spirits here. At the very least, he was a fierce ghost.

Seeing the fierce ghost approaching him, Qianren’s face instantly darkened. As expected, the fierce ghost crawled to his feet, his mud-covered hand firmly grasping his boot. His blood-red eyes peeked out from the gaps in his messy hair, and he opened his mouth with a sinister voice, “Wife…I’ve come to find you…”

With just one sentence, Qianren finally couldn’t control the impulse in his heart. He stomped the blind fierce ghost on a tree trunk, immobilizing him, and immediately roared, “I’ll tell you one last time, I’m not your wife!”

Yes, he, Bi Qianren, the only disciple of the tribulation-transcending demon head He Huan, the rising star most likely to become the Demon Lord of the demonic path, the world’s number one killer who was avoided by both humans and ghosts wherever he went, was actually entangled by a fierce ghost while on a mission. What’s more, it was a blind, idiot ghost who couldn’t tell the difference between men and women and called anyone “wife”!