Gui Zang Dian’s elder Zhu Xiaotian personally came to Lianhua State and found Mo Gei Lian—bringing with him the corpses of his parents. When Mo Gei Lian saw this scene, it was as if he’d been struck by lightning; he couldn’t believe it was true. How could this happen? His parents were both Demon King Realm powerhouses—each a formidable force in their own right. There was no reason for them to fall without cause. This simply couldn’t be.
Zhu Xiaotian forcibly calmed Mo Gei Lian and told him that a few days earlier, turmoil had erupted in the sect’s main hall. That night, over seventy percent of the elders perished. Apart from those traveling, nearly all of the senior members were wiped out. The sect leader claimed the elders had planned a rebellion and tried to ambush him—but he alone had crushed all the traitors. The story sounded absurd, yet no one dared question it in the face of the leader’s overwhelming power. On hearing the news, Zhu Xiaotian had rushed back to find the tragedy already done. Although he harbored many doubts, he did not lash out. Instead, he sent Mo Gei Lian’s parents’ bodies back to Lianhua State. He swore that, as his sworn brother, he would uncover the truth. “You’re still young—don’t act rashly. Wait for my news!”
Mo Gei Lian nodded heavily, hoping for answers. But three days later, he received word that Zhu Xiaotian had also fallen. The sky itself seemed to collapse on him. Helpless, he went to his ancestral tomb to pour out his grief—he was only sixteen then. Perhaps his sobs stirred the very fabric of the demon realm, for the ground beside the tomb suddenly caved in. Thinking a demonic beast might be nesting there, he dug at the collapse to prevent further damage—but to his shock, he unearthed a cultivation manual titled Mo Lin Tian. He believed this was his parents’ last guidance, urging him to cultivate so one day he could confront Gui Zang Dian and learn the truth of their deaths.
From that day forward, Mo Gei Lian strove ceaselessly. After reaching the Celestial Demon Realm, he founded the Chi Mo Hall sect, determined to one day have the strength to face Gui Zang Dian head-on. But establishing a sect was like starting a business—it wasn’t easy. For over half a year, aside from meeting Ah Rui, he recruited no disciples. In desperation, he and Ah Rui hit upon hiring “support troops” to swell their ranks. Miraculously, each time the hired cultists relayed news, it reached Ye Yu directly—thus prompting Ye Yu’s arrival at Chi Mo Hall. Fate, indeed, works in mysterious ways.
Hearing this, Ye Yu’s expression darkened. So this was how he had been lured here—by hired lackeys, and he was their first target. Brilliantly deceitful! Ye Yu took a deep breath, struggling to calm his agitation. Failing that, to clear his mind and avoid inner demons, he decisively beat Mo Gei Lian on the spot.
“Whew, that felt better!” Ye Yu said afterward. Mo Gei Lian, knowing he’d had it coming, said nothing—though inwardly he complained, “Why did I have to blurt out the scheme that lured big brother here? And why did only I take the beating when Ah Rui was just as guilty?” As this thought crossed his mind, his eyes darted, wondering where Ah Rui was hiding.
At that moment, Ye Yu’s expression shifted. In an instant, he vanished from the ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) hall, reappearing at the Chi Mo Hall entrance. There he saw Ah Rui, drenched in blood! Mo Gei Lian arrived simultaneously; upon seeing his friend’s condition, his demonic energy flared violently. “Who did this?” he roared. Ah Rui had always been Mo Gei Lian’s good comrade—Mo Gei Lian could bully him, but no one else was allowed to.
Ye Yu and Mo Gei Lian carried Ah Rui back inside. After giving him a few pills, Ah Rui’s life was saved. Much later, when Ah Rui awoke and saw Ye Yu and Mo Gei Lian, he instinctively tried to recoil—but Mo Gei Lian gripped his wrist and demanded in a low voice, “What happened? I sent you to register for the Demon Sect Conference in Lianhua State—how did you get so badly injured?”
At first, Ah Rui refused to speak, insisting his wounds were from an accidental fall. But that made no sense: even with his Tribulation-Transcending Realm cultivation, he couldn’t have fallen so grievously. Ye Yu stepped forward, closed his eyes, and snapped his fingers. Ah Rui instantly collapsed into a snore—Ye Yu’s Dream Demon ability: hypnosis.
After ten breaths, Ye Yu had learned everything. He spoke softly: “Ah Rui went to register for the Demon Sect Conference, but was blocked by the Qi Li Ta demon clan. They said Chi Mo Hall didn’t qualify as a demon sect and refused him entry—then beat him up.” Mo Gei Lian’s face turned ashen. “Dammit, those Qi Li Ta bastards again! Ah Rui was once with Qi Li Ta but left because they bullied him—yet now, even after he’s gone, they still won’t leave him alone!” He trembled with rage. Ye Yu said calmly, “Anger alone won’t help. You’re the Sect Lord of Chi Mo Hall; your disciple was humiliated. What you must do is reclaim your lost face, not vent impotently here! Are you brave enough to tear down Qi Li Ta’s sect?”
Mo Gei Lian snapped his head up, his eyes blazing with battle intent.
