QT: The Rescue Of The Miserable Bigshots

Chapter 355: 12.1 Dragon Disciple x Demon Lord Master

When Jiang Jiamian opened his eyes again, he almost burst out laughing.

"Holy crap, is this identity for real?! Why do I feel like I’m the one who needs saving? The mission target in this world actually seems like a decent person, he was just twisted by the original villain, me."

The powerful yet miserable bigshot of this world possessed a beauty that seemed innate.

His ’strength’ had been forced upon him by the original owner. His ’misery’ had also been caused by the original owner.

Well. That was just perfect.

After accepting both the original plot and the original owner’s memories, Jiang Jiamian felt both amused and exasperated, though he was also eager to see how things would unfold.

He needed to think carefully about how to make that pitiful little guy from the original plot even more pitiful this time.

System: "..."

As expected of you.

Please, just try being a good person for once.

Still, the system knew its host far too well. A few words would never stop him.

"Demon Lord! Your subordinate has returned!"

A woman dressed in fiery red strode into the great hall and knelt on one knee beneath the steps. She carefully glanced up at the man reclining upon the throne within the Crimson Palace.

A faint blush crept onto her face.

She knew better than to stare for even a moment longer.

Otherwise, her gaze would never leave him.

The Demon Lord sat high upon the throne, clad in black robes trimmed with deep blue. His long robes and dark hair spilled across the seat like flowing shadows.

At the woman’s words, the beautiful man slowly opened his eyes.

Countless seductive charms seemed to bloom within them.

The woman in red felt her heartbeat falter.

Afraid she might lose control of herself again, she quickly lowered her head and dared not look further.

Then a magnetic voice, cold and smooth like striking jade, drifted into her ears. "Where is he?"

The woman in red swallowed nervously. "Reporting to the Demon Lord... we still haven’t found him."

The Demon Lord seated above her was naturally Jiang Jiamian.

Hearing this, he merely glanced at her.

Of course, he wouldn’t foolishly change the original owner’s ruthless, sinister personality overnight.

This was a cultivation world.

And in most cultivation worlds, possession was a very real concept.

If someone’s personality changed too drastically, suspicion would naturally follow.

That would only bring trouble.

So the choice was simple: either maintain the original persona completely, or alter it gradually over time.

Slowly. Without rushing.

"Useless."

The woman in red was not surprised by his reaction, but she still trembled instinctively upon hearing his cold judgment. "Please forgive me, Demon Lord!"

Jiang Jiamian lazily propped one leg against the throne, tilting his head with a mocking smile. "His entire clan has been wiped out. Only a little thing whose wings haven’t even fully grown remains, and you’re telling me you still haven’t found him?"

The woman in red pressed her lips together bitterly. She did not dare argue. "This subordinate has failed in her duties. Please forgive me, Demon Lord."

"Very well."

Jiang Jiamian slowly rose to his feet and descended the steps of the hall. Each step seemed to bloom with dark lotus flowers beneath him, releasing invisible pressure before fading away.

The woman in red felt her heart leap into her throat.

Every time the Demon Lord punished someone, he descended from the throne with that same casual elegance.

Life and death rested effortlessly within his grasp.

No matter who it was, they would crumble like dust between his fingers.

The woman lowered her head even further and held her breath.

Yet Jiang Jiamian merely stopped beside her without making a move.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with her, he casually adjusted his sleeves. "Hongluan."

"Yes!"

"I’ll go personally."

Jiang Jiamian strode forward. "You and Bixi are to continue the task I assigned a few days ago."

Hongluan secretly let out a sigh of relief upon realizing he had no intention of punishing her. "Yes, Demon Lord."

The task in question was monitoring the movements of the righteous immortal sects.

Compared to searching for that dragon boy, this assignment was far easier. They had already been carrying it out for years.

As Jiang Jiamian calmly stepped out of the Crimson Palace, he raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight.

Unable to resist, he poked at the system within his mind. "If I go looking for him now, wouldn’t that mean I’m the one taking the initiative again? In the last world, before he died, didn’t he say that no matter where I was, he would come find me? Shouldn’t I just hide? Maybe I should stay inside the Crimson Palace forever and see whether he really comes knocking on my door."

The system was silent for a long while before finally replying weakly, "But... have you forgotten? This time, you’re the exalted Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, while the mission target is just a pitiful survivor whose entire clan was slaughtered. How exactly is he supposed to come looking for you? Just look at the countless demonic barriers and checkpoints surrounding the Demon Realm! Without your personal approval, ordinary people can’t even get through!"

This was nothing but wishful thinking.

The system could not help adding, "And the clan that was exterminated... was wiped out under your orders."

Why would this person run straight to the enemy responsible for destroying his clan instead of fleeing for his life?

What kind of joke was that?

"Hey, hey, hey, stop right there!" Jiang Jiamian’s expression darkened. "I don’t like the way you’re saying that! What do you mean I ordered his clan exterminated? That was the original owner’s doing, okay? Don’t pin that blame on me!"

The system smiled bitterly. "Whether the host accepts the blame or not doesn’t matter. The system knows it wasn’t you. But the mission target, who later uncovers the truth, won’t know that."

Jiang Jiamian: "..."

Damn it.

This world was seriously cheating him.

Right from the start, he had transmigrated into the very person responsible for annihilating his mission target’s clan.

Unless he exposed his identity as an outsider or prevented the other from ever learning the truth, the blame would inevitably fall on him.

No.

He couldn’t just sit around and wait for things to spiral out of control.

As expected, he would have to find the boy himself, bring him back, and keep him close from a young age.

He needed to prevent him from uncovering the truth behind his clan’s destruction, or at the very least guide him toward a different ’truth’.

Otherwise, forget completing missions.

At this rate, they would eventually end up fighting to the death.

"Sigh... what a hard life."

Jiang Jiamian sighed inwardly.

His black robes swept lightly through the air as surging black mist engulfed his figure.

In the next instant, a streak of black light shot across the horizon before vanishing into the distance.