Douluo: I am the outer demon

Chapter 292
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Nothing to do today,

Shang An looked through the recent messages from the women on Tiandao.

Since the origins of the women are in harmony with his own primordial spirit and the Heavenly Dao, if they want to send a message to him, they only need to transmit the information to the Heavenly Dao, and Shang An will receive it.

Xueer said that she had found a few little girls who were suitable to be angels, and she planned to train them into believers first.

Sister Linglong said that the world she went to was too weak and was easily conquered, so she is now preparing to go to the next world.

Xun'er said that a kind of chaotic fire that was born at the beginning of the world was discovered in that world, and its power was no less than that of the Emperor's Flame.

Ah Yin... Hey, there is actually a plane fetus in the world where Ah Yin is?
Shang An perked up.

The Embryo of the Planes is a variant of the World's Will and can be considered a good treasure. If the Earth Supreme, who has achieved great perfection in cultivation, can obtain the Embryo of the Planes, he can break through to the Sky Supreme. The Sky Supreme can also make great progress in cultivation by obtaining the Embryo of the Planes.

However, this thing does not exist in every world. The lower planes can only produce this kind of thing under certain conditions. For example, there is a plane fetus in the Tianxuan Continent. This thing is extremely rare and can only be encountered by chance.

And even if you know where the fetus of the plane is, it is not easy to get it. You either need to get the recognition of the fetus of the plane and let it actively merge with you, like Lin Dong, or you need to conquer the entire plane and kill all the creatures in this plane, so that you can forcibly devour the fetus of the plane.

A Yin planned to try to get the approval of the Fetus of the Plane first, but this might take some time.

Well, Ayin is essentially kind. Shang An left a message for Ayin, telling her not to worry, and then continued reading.

The messages from other people that followed were mostly trivial matters, and Shang An replied to them one by one.

When Shang An saw the message left by Bibi Dong, his spirits suddenly lifted.

The teacher said that the world she went to was called Tianxuan Continent, and the strength level there was roughly the same as that of Douqi Continent. She also found several girls with great luck and good looks there, and she planned to capture them to be her maids.

Shang An felt so relieved and tears streamed down his face. It turned out that the teacher loved him the most.

He immediately wrote back to Bibi Dong with righteous words,

He first stated that he had no shortage of maids and that the teacher didn't need to worry too much about him. Then he added that since it was the teacher's kind gesture, it would be hard to refuse.

By the way, Tianxuan Continent, that seems to be Lin Dong’s hometown!
Shang An suddenly remembered.

Judging from their ages, Dongzi is probably ten to twenty years younger than Xiao Yan. The exact time cannot be determined, but Wu Dong's plot should not have begun yet.

"Dongzi, it seems I am sorry for you." Shang An apologized to himself.

I think there won’t be any more Martial Ancestors in the future.

……

The next day, Qing Yan came out of seclusion.

His strength jumped to the supreme level, which made Qing Yanjing marvel.

"Do you have any more fruit? Let me have a taste." She put her hand on Shang An's shoulder, and her seductive red lips curled up slightly.

"That kind of fruit is not suitable for you to eat." Shang An said honestly:

"For the Dragon and Phoenix races, it is a divine fruit, but for other races, it is a fruit with high energy but violent energy that is not easy to absorb."

"That's it, forget it."

Qing Yanjing was a little disappointed. She was thinking that if she had a fruit like that, it would help her break the seal faster.

Qing Yanjing's expression was written all over her face. Shang An didn't even need to read her mind to see what she was thinking. He turned his eyes and said, "In fact, I have a 'massage' technique that is also very effective in breaking the seal."

"Really? Why didn't you say it earlier?" Qing Yanjing patted Shang An's shoulder and showed a surprised expression when he heard it.

Suddenly transformed from the Supreme Being to a mortal, she really couldn't adapt to this kind of powerless life.

"Well, that kind of 'massage' technique is a bit special, you know." Shang An said.

Qing Yanjing blushed slightly when she heard this. She knew what Shang An meant by "special", but she still said:

"Let's go, it's all for healing."

Anyway, Shang An has already touched everything that should be touched before, so it doesn’t matter if he touches it once or twice.

not to mention……

She glanced at Shang An again, and her heartbeat quickened slightly.

"go!"

Qing Yanjing said this, what else could Shang An say? He pulled Qing Yanjing and walked towards the room.

pat!

With a wave of his hand, the door closed.

"Wait, what are you doing with socks like that?"

In the room, Qing Yanjing exclaimed.

"Black silk can effectively promote friction with the skin and enhance the massage effect."

"Then what are you doing with those fake cat ears?"

"Wearing this on your head can promote blood circulation in your head."

"Really?" Qing Yanjing was very skeptical.

"Of course!" Shang An's confident voice rang out in the room.

"How could I lie to you?"

After a long time, the door opened and Qing Yanjing walked out of the room with a flushed face.

After the massage, her legs and feet were trembling and her whole body was weak, but she felt very comfortable.

And it seems to really work.

Qing Yanjing was a little bit unbelievable. She felt that the seal in her body, which was originally very strong, had loosened a little.

That "massage" was actually so magical. My own evil spirit and injuries were also solved through "massage". It seemed that this massage could solve any problem. It seemed that there were no other disadvantages except that I had to take off all clothes during the massage.

No, it wasn't a full body of clothes. The bad guy also put on those strange black silk socks during the massage, and he focused on the part covered by the socks.

But how was this done? It looked like the simplest thing was just a few clicks.

She turned around and saw Shang An with a smirk on his face.

……

In the days that followed, Qing Yanjing gradually got used to receiving massage from Shang An on time every day.

From time to time, Shang An would have some bad habits and always liked to ask her to bring something. She only resisted slightly for a few times, then believed Shang An's extremely lame excuses and let him do whatever he wanted.

Until now, she couldn't figure out what her mentality was.

I just feel that life is very easy. I don't need to think about cultivation, marriage, or even meridian rejuvenation.

Fighting wits and courage with Shang An every day, watching Shang An bully the girl named Feng Qing'er, such days are actually not bad.

"What are you thinking about? Come here." Someone pulled her hand.

"Oh, okay." Qing Yanjing hurriedly caught up with Shang An. This was the first time Shang An took Qing Yanjing shopping.

"Try this hairpin on. I think it suits you very well." Shang An picked up a hairpin from the stall next to him.

The vendor was an old lady. She looked at Qing Yanjing with a smile and said, "Sir, your wife has a great temperament. She must look very beautiful wearing this hairpin."

"I'm not..." Qing Yanjing wanted to open her mouth to refute, but after seeing Shang An's eyes reflecting her own figure, she didn't say those words after all.

"Come, let me put it on for you." Shang An said, and without waiting for Qing Yanjing to react, he helped her put on the hairpin.

After putting it on, Shang An took two steps back and looked at Qing Yanjing carefully. He didn't say until she felt a little uncomfortable, "Not bad, not bad, very beautiful, worthy of me."

"Pfft."

Qing Yanjing couldn't help laughing out loud, and rolled her eyes at Shang An, "Why, was I not worthy of you before?"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly froze.

……

It's been half a month now.
The seasons have changed, autumn has arrived, and the leaves in the backyard are falling.

Qing Yan stood quietly in the yard, staring blankly at the falling leaves.

"Why do you look so depressed today?" Shang An walked to Qing Yanjing's side and stopped, asking:

"Anything on your mind?"

Qing Yanjing said "hmm", neither nodding nor shaking her head, just watching the yellow leaves on the tree fall off in the breeze and blend into the fallen leaves on the ground.

"My seal is lifted."

After a short silence, she said.

"Isn't it a good thing that the seal is lifted?" Shang An turned his head to look at Qing Yanjing and said with a smile.

"Yes, it's a good thing." Qing Yanjing forced a smile.

Originally, she had been thinking about lifting the seal, but when the seal was finally lifted, she found that she was not as happy as she had imagined.

Before she regained her strength, she didn't have to think about anything. She bickered with Shang An, went shopping, and lived an ordinary but peaceful life. But now it's no longer possible. She is the goddess of the ancient Futu tribe, and she is engaged to Maha Tian of the ancient Maha tribe.

If the ancient Futu tribe knew about this...

"Don't think too much." Shang An gently put his arm around Qing Yanjing's shoulders.

"Perhaps you can try to let go of the pressure in your heart. Some things are actually easy to solve."

Qing Yanjing looked at Shang An in surprise. This time Shang An's actions were unexpectedly proper. A hint of tenderness appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Then she shook her head again and said nothing more.

Perhaps Shang An is very powerful, and she cannot see through him after he recovers his strength. He may even be an immortal or even a saint. However, the ancient Futu clan and the ancient Maha clan are by no means easy to deal with, especially the ancient Maha clan, which has an extremely deep foundation and there are probably more than thirty Heavenly Supremes.

She didn't know if Shang An could withstand the pressure, and she was even more afraid that Shang An would regret and retreat after knowing his identity.

The relationship progressed too quickly, which made her anxious.

Shang An didn't ask any more questions.

He could probably guess what Qing Yanjing was worried about, but he wanted Qing Yanjing to tell him on her own initiative.

Anyway, after being targeted by me, there is absolutely no possibility for Qing Yanjing to escape from me.

In the end, Qing Yanjing still didn't say anything.

But her mentality seemed to have returned to what it was before. She quarreled with Shang An and teased Feng Qing'er.

Shang An pretended to be ignorant and helped Qing Yanjing with massage from time to time on the pretext of regulating her body, and Qing Yanjing did not refuse.

Finally, on a thunderous night.

"Take me." Qing Yanjing looked at Shang An with love in her eyes. She wanted to strengthen her heart in this way.

Feng Qing'er felt the earth shaking and was woken up. Then she became aware of the lewd sounds coming from the next room. Her pretty face turned red instantly. This master never avoided her every time he did this.

Listening to the rising and falling sound, all kinds of images emerged in Feng Qing'er's mind, making her hug the quilt and clamp her legs together.

……

"Brother, don't go!"

Shang Ruo woke up from his dream and sat up suddenly.

After wiping her moist eyes, she let out a long sigh, with a gleam of determination in her eyes.

In fact, she slept very little, because every time she dreamed of her brother, she felt so weak after waking up.

The pale moonlight shone through the screen window onto the bedside and onto her face, making her look even colder and lonelier.

She recalled the conversation she had with Su Ruotong.

At that time, the little girl asked Su Ruotong where her brother had gone and why he hadn't come back to pick her up.

Su Ruotong always told herself that her brother had gone to a very far place and would not be back for a long time, but that time she remained silent.

It was not until later, when several monks from the Yuhua Divine Dynasty brought her brother's "clothes" back in a coffin, that she realized that her brother might have left her forever.

She ran to question Su Ruotong crying.

In the end, Su Ruotong told her the truth.

It turned out that my brother had not joined the Yuhua Divine Dynasty to practice at all. It turned out that it was all a scam from the beginning to the end.

It turns out that my brother can't come back at all...

She wanted to avenge her brother.

With the help of Su Ruotong, she spent a lot of resources and barely stepped into the door of cultivation.

She knew that with her qualifications, unless something unexpected happened, she would never be able to avenge her brother in her lifetime.

So, despite Su Ruotong's dissuasion, she chose to go out and gain experience.

Even if she dies, she will die on the road to revenge for her brother.

Fortunately, her luck was pretty good. Although she had a near-death experience several times, she survived in the end, and luckily got a copy of an incomplete and nameless martial arts technique. This martial arts technique could be said to be extremely evil, as it was cultivated by absorbing and devouring the essence of others. But she didn't mind. As long as she could avenge her brother, what did it matter if it was an evil martial arts technique?

Along the way, she grew from a little girl who was ignorant of worldly affairs to a monk with blood on his hands, but she never regretted it.

Later, when she heard that the Butian Sect possessed a secret method to resurrect people, she resolutely chose to join the Sect.

She found that the philosophy of the Butian Sect, "taking from the deficiencies to provide for the surplus", was very consistent with the philosophy of the unnamed technique, and her technique could also complement the unnamed technique. This allowed her to progress rapidly in the Butian Sect, and she was even valued by an elder, who accepted her as a disciple and became one of the candidate saints of the Butian Sect.

But at the same time, her hopes were also shattered. The so-called secret method of resurrection of the Butian Sect was nothing more than a study on how to give new intelligence to dead bodies. It was not a true resurrection at all.

The teacher told her that there is no secret method of resurrection in this world. If one wants to resurrect a dead person, perhaps only the legendary immortals can do it.

Fairy?

Shang Ruo clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

A red seed the size of a pebble fell from his arms. Seeing this seed, Shang Ruo's eyes softened instantly.

"Brother, I will wait for you. If a hundred years is not enough, then a thousand years. If a thousand years is not enough, then ten thousand years!" She still remembered the agreement she made with her brother under the fire mulberry tree.

"I will definitely become a fairy!"

If outsiders heard this idea, they would certainly laugh. How many emperors and kings in ancient and modern times had no chance of becoming immortals? How could a cultivator who is not even on the immortal platform have the ability to do so?

But this is the most real vision in the girl's heart.

"My talent is still too poor. Just relying on devouring other people's essence can only increase my cultivation speed temporarily."

"Perhaps, we can try to devour the essence of those special physiques." She murmured, her face becoming increasingly cold.

"I can even... inherit other people's physiques by devouring them!"

In fact, her ambition has always been small, so small that she just wants to live with her brother forever, but in order to realize this small dream, she must become an immortal.

However, the incomplete nameless technique obviously could not achieve the effect she wanted, so she had to try to improve the technique herself.

……

The world, Bailing Continent, Muyu.

In the Mu Mansion,

Two people dressed as servants were sitting on the steps, eating a dinner that was totally inappropriate for their status. It included spirit beast meat, beast milk, and various exquisite dishes.

"Come, try this, it's good." One person picked up a piece of spirit beast meat and handed it to another person's bowl.

Another servant seemed to be new. He drank a mouthful of the animal's milk, then looked at the door with some concern. He looked at the older servant who handed him the meat and asked, "Brother Wang, we've eaten all this. What will the young master eat?"

"Master?" Brother Wang sneered, "Just give him a bowl of porridge."

"Is this really okay?" The new servant was still a little worried.

"Tsk, what are you afraid of? I'm telling you..." Brother Wang looked around and then put his mouth close to the man's ear.

The man's eyes gradually widened and his mouth opened, as if he had heard something incredible.

In the room, a child about seven or eight years old was lying on the bed, hugging the pillow left for him by his mother, with a stubbornness in his eyes.

The child was a little thin, and looked like he had been malnourished for a long time. He was much thinner than other children of the same age. Under his clothes were just bones wrapped in skin. His face was pale, and he was wearing a brocade robe, but it looked wrinkled, as if it had not been properly washed in a long time.

The only thing worthy of praise is the child's bright eyes, like pearls in the night sky.

"Mother……"

Tears gradually soaked the pillow.

Wang Cuihua passed away when Mu Chen was five years old, so he actually didn't have a clear memory of his mother. He only vaguely remembered that his mother's embrace was very warm, she was very gentle, and she always liked to bring him his favorite sesame cakes.

His mother was the only person in the world who cared about him. After his mother died, he seemed to have become an orphan, and the man called father had never come to see him.

The servants in the mansion became increasingly harsh on him, and the young boy learned to wash his own clothes. Although he could not wash them cleanly, he also learned to rely on himself in everything.

At this time, the door opened.

A bowl of thin porridge mixed with a few vegetable leaves was placed heavily at the door. Because of the shaking, most of the porridge spilled onto the ground.

"Here, Master, your breakfast."

After putting down the porridge, the servant didn't wait for Muchen to react, then slammed the door and left, looking extremely impatient.

Muchen supported his thin body and climbed out of the bed, came to the door, looked at the slightly yellow porridge, picked it up, and drank it mouthful by mouthful.

The taste is not good, but at least it fills your stomach
In fact, Muchen was not treated like this before. After all, no matter what, Muchen was Mu Feng’s only son, and logically speaking, he was the future master of the Mu Mansion.

But since when, rumors have been circulating in the Mu Mansion that Muchen is the bastard born from the adultery of Wang Cuihua and someone else, and that the master only gave Muchen the title of young master for the sake of his reputation. In addition, Mu Feng never cares about Muchen's behavior, so this rumor is believed by more and more people.

Gradually, the servants' attitudes changed. At first they just looked at him strangely, but later they simply became too lazy to take care of this "bastard young master".

The attitude of those above determined the attitude of those below. Because Mu Feng had no reaction during this period, more and more people thought that Mu Chen was a bastard and became more unscrupulous.

In fact, Mu Feng was always thinking about the goddess, and he was desperately searching for her. He even neglected his cultivation and often drank alcohol. He had no time to care about his son who was born unexpectedly. He just wanted him to be happy as long as he didn't starve to death.

He hadn't taken a good look at his son in the past few years and had no idea what Muchen looked like. He almost forgot that such a person existed.

(End of this chapter)