Reborn right after ascending to immortality?

Chapter 15 Hey, you fickle demon, take this!
Gloomy, indifferent, and deathly silent.

Like an assassin from a classic martial arts novel.

This was the swordsman before An Sheng, his first impression of him.

He had not had much interaction with Mei Yun, and he was certain that his appearance and name had not been exposed—protecting the privacy of juvenile offenders.

Then why did Mei Yun know her true identity?
And what does this red-named monster want with me?
An Sheng felt that big trouble was coming her way.

A cold wind whistled against the glass of the building, and the sky darkened.

The Fengdu Building pierces the clouds, with mist and dark clouds clinging to the glass like tin foil. Inside, candlelight flickers, and the tin foil pieces shimmer with a cold light.

Mei Yun's eyes were covered by a black cloth, but even though the cloth was black, one could feel his cold gaze. At his waist was an ancient black sword that gleamed coldly.

An ancient ancestor, thousands of years old, perished on this seemingly simple and unadorned demonic sword.

With just one glance, An Sheng knew that this sword was no ordinary sword.

“You fickle demon, be at peace,” Mei Yun said calmly.

The voice was not loud, but it caused a huge stir in the waiting room.

Everyone turned their astonished gazes toward An Sheng, especially the monk Hua, who had previously given An Sheng pointers. He was so shocked that he took several steps back, leaving a large empty space in the crowd, with only An Sheng and Mei Yun in the middle.

No one could have imagined or predicted that this seemingly harmless and dashing young man was actually the legendary 'Unpredictable Demon Child'.

They arranged for the lawyer to be treated like that.
But upon closer examination, this makes perfect sense.

This is indeed something the Impermanent Demon Prince would do; he would never break his persona no matter what he does.

The more normal and witty a gentleman may seem, the more likely he is to be an extremely vicious demon.

—And these kinds of sly, unsmiling villains have a much stronger style and aura than big men covered in dragon tattoos who look intimidating!
Nine-Dragon, who had previously vowed to seek revenge on the Impermanent Demon, was now too terrified to speak.

He knows his own situation best; he has zero criminal record and is the only one who paid to go to jail. How could he dare to provoke such a real triad or gang?

The passersby who were originally indignant and angrily denounced the crimes of the fickle demon all fell silent.

They watched the scene before them with tense expressions, especially staring at the swordsman covered by a black cloth. Who was this person who dared to call the Demon Prince of Impermanence by name?
He was wearing a black cloth.

"He is the third young master of the Mei family of Kunlun."

Before everyone could recover from the shock of "the Impermanent Demon Prince has arrived," they heard Nine-Tattooed Dragon speak to the blindfolded swordsman. The burly man lowered his voice and stared intently at Mei Yun.

"I've also heard of this sword madman."

This person possessed a rare innate sword physique, a rarity in the Mei family, and was betrothed to another prominent family, the Su family. Later...
However, due to his perceived lack of talent, he was jilted by the eldest daughter of the Su family, and they couldn't even get back the betrothal gifts. Because of this humiliation, the Mei family expelled the third young master from the sect; he was a fallen genius.

"Being chased, he fell off a cliff."

The Flower Monk said in a deep voice, "No one knows what kind of trials Mei Yun has gone through over the years. All we know is that a year later, the Third Young Master Mei appeared at the auction house and bought a demonic sword that no one recognized for a large sum of money. From then on, he became one with the sword and never parted from it."

Three years later, he returned to the Su family with his sword.

"No one in the Su family is a match for Young Master Mei. Left with no other choice, and facing a crisis for the family, the entire Su family has requested the return of their ancestor, the Su family's millennium-old patriarch."

"But with just one sword strike, that thousand-year-old ancestor was casually killed by the blindfolded Mei Yun!"

"Having committed the grave crime of treason, Mei Yun was escorted to the Nine Netherworlds!"

A fallen genius, a broken engagement, a miraculous fall off a cliff, a lucky find at an auction, and revenge.

Good, good classic setting.

An Sheng immediately felt that the person opposite him was far superior to himself, which was much more reliable than his own golden handcuff cheat. To be able to kill a thousand-year-old ancestor with a single sword strike, this person was definitely far superior to everyone present. Why would such a troublesome individual choose him?

An Sheng felt that he had no grudge against Mei Yun.

It couldn't possibly be that the eldest daughter of the Su family broke off her engagement with the third young master Mei because she had a crush on him, could it?
"What do you want from me?" An Sheng stopped overthinking and looked directly at Mei Yun. Since his rebirth, An Sheng had once again felt a sense of crisis.

"I already know your secret."

Upon seeing An Sheng's response, Mei Yun's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, and her eyes, hidden beneath the black cloth, suddenly flashed with a sharp, sword-like light.

Knowing his own secret
An Sheng pondered to herself, what exactly was the secret? Or rather, which secret was it? The secret of rebirth? Or the secret of the impermanence contract in her mind? Or perhaps both?
Is it because of this secret that Mei Yun came to find him?
"I have long heard of the name of the Impermanent Demon Prince."

The man said no more. He released his left hand from his sword, clasped his hands in a fist salute to An Sheng, and the cold wind rustled his thin clothes, making him look like a swordsman on an ancient road at dusk, desolate, cold, and chilling.

"I've come here today specifically to learn from you!"

Mei Yun's voice, though not loud, sounded like a thunderclap from a clear sky in the desolate interrogation room.

All the onlookers were shocked and their expressions changed. What an exciting development! The Impermanent Demon Prince versus Young Master Mei, the world's most evil demon head versus the most wicked swordsman of the era.

The strongest against the strongest, what an exciting development! To witness such a battle of the strongest, even if I were sentenced to life imprisonment, it would be worth the ticket price.

“I don’t want to fight you,” An Sheng said. “I’m subject to the laws protecting minors.”

“That’s precisely why,” Mei Yun said coldly, “that’s why I came to you.”

Despite knowing he was a minor, he showed no fear or apprehension, earning the admiration of onlookers for his courage.

"Why are you looking for me?" An Sheng asked.

"Because you are the most famous, I came here."

Mei Yun said, "I already know about the shady things you've been doing behind the scenes."

Because the Impermanent Demon Prince is the most famous, does that mean you have to kill him to become the number one in the world? Nine-Tattooed Dragon felt that this was exactly how he imagined himself.

An Sheng's expression instantly turned cold, as if she had thought of something.

Outside the window, dark clouds pressed down, and a cold wind howled; inside, the candlelight flickered, casting an uncertain glow.

The two demons gazed at each other from afar, just like in a classic martial arts novel—a scene of chilling desolation and destiny. The two top masters had agreed to a duel at the summit of Fengdu to compete for the title of the greatest martial arts master in the world.

"The Impermanent Demon Child—"

Mei Yun gripped the demonic sword at his waist. Amidst the gasps of the crowd, a flash of cold light and thunderous force rang out as he drew the sword from its sheath. The sword light was so crisp that it illuminated the entire sky!
"Look at the sword!"

The sword streaked through the air like a streak of light, finally stopping in front of An Sheng's neck, not advancing an inch further.

To everyone's surprise, even though the sword was right in front of the Impermanent Demon Prince, the latter neither dodged nor avoided it, and his expression did not even waver.

What audacity! No wonder he's called the Impermanent Demon Child!
Everyone lowered their breathing and cheered silently; the atmosphere froze for a moment.

In the long silence, Mei Yun moved again. He turned to approach An Sheng, who was expressionless, and finally stopped beside her ear.

"Brother, I know your procedures; you need payment upfront."

The blindfolded swordsman lowered his voice and said in a cold, stern tone:

"Look at this sword, look at its quality."

"I'll leave my sword here as collateral for now. I'll work and save up money to redeem it after I get out."
Look at how well this sword is in condition. Look at this demonic sword... The people at the auction house said it's an ancient sword, used by the Evil Sword Immortal and without any scratches."

"Since you're almost facing life imprisonment anyway, you might as well clear up my name while you're at it. Help me betray you."

Young Master Mei's expression was serious, and he coldly threatened in a voice so low that no one could hear him:
"Don't be so ungrateful! Don't force me to kneel down and beg you!"

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