After being reborn as an ugly cannon fodder, my appearance stats are off the charts!

Four years have passed since the day I began practicing the Heavenly Demon True Technique.

Of the original sixteen people, five have died in the past four years.

Of the remaining eleven, Yan An was the first to break through to the tenth level.

His cultivation speed clearly satisfied both Yu Gu and Wu Xiang. After they announced him as the Young Demon Lord, the rest of the people could only compete for the position of Holy Maiden or Holy Son.

"The ceremony will require some time to prepare." Yu Gu's tone seemed to have warmed up a bit. "Young Demon Lord, please follow me."

Yu Gu quickly got into character, even slightly bending over when speaking to Yan An.

Under the undisguised, intensely jealous gazes of the others, Yan An was led by Yu Gu to the central pavilion, which she had never been able to step into before, and which was also the most magnificent building in Senluo Ridge.

He will stay here temporarily, and after the formal ceremony, he will move to the palace on Shenwu Peak, which is the closest place to the top of Shenwu Mountain. If the Senluo Ridge where he is now is the bottom of Shenwu Mountain, then Shenwu Peak is like the top cloud.

This pavilion is called Senluo Pavilion. As soon as Yan An entered, the servants inside knelt down in unison, their synchronized voices echoing through the silent hall, "Welcome, Young Demon Lord!"

He lowered his gaze, and could only see a patch of jet-black hair on top.

He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

They were silently led to the top floor of the Senluo Pavilion.

Pushing open the door, the room was extremely spacious, with a plush carpet on the floor, wooden shelves against the wall filled with luxury items, a large bed, incense burning beside the bed, and a set of tables and chairs behind a screen, facing a long, open window... The living conditions were so much better than before.

Soon, someone came to serve Yan An a bath and to treat his injuries, saying that they would help him heal his internal injuries and remove all the scars left by his external injuries over the years.

Yan An refused.

He looked at the empty panel.

Appearance: 96 points (the human limit for appearance is 100 points)

Even if someone possesses beauty that is almost breathtaking, it would be difficult for others to notice if every inch of their skin had countless constantly undulating, hideous dark lines.

At the same time, no matter how well Yan An concealed himself, he would not attract anyone's attention or suspicion.

As for external scars, he naturally had quite a few on his body initially.

However, Yan An did not ask anyone for help because his scars, probably because their existence was an obstacle to his appearance, had long since faded or even disappeared as his appearance points increased.

Yan An even speculated whether this automatic appearance enhancement device could improve his genitals.

But after careful examination, it was found that he was just overthinking it.

It seems that whether or not this feature is present, it won't affect the appearance bonus.

...............

Thick fog blanketed Senluoling in the early morning.

The piercing screams brought him back to his senses.

As Yan An stepped out of the room, he saw Wu Xiang, dressed in flowing white robes.

"Young Demon Lord, you've come at just the right time. Your subordinate was just about to take you to see the excitement~" His voice always carried a hint of frivolity.

When the two arrived at the place, it was the very familiar courtyard where Yan An had lived for four years.

Lying on the ground were two boys who weren't wearing masks.

Bai Qingxuan, Murong, and the others stood quietly to the side, listening to Yu Gu's reprimand.

"They have violated the taboo of cultivating the Heavenly Demon True Technique." Wu Xiang's lips curled into a smile. "These two were overcome by lust, yet they did not know how to use their internal energy to resolve it... This is a grave offense, and they should be punished severely as a warning to others."

Wuxiang's voice was neither too loud nor too soft; everyone in the courtyard could hear it.

The two boys naturally heard it too. They had broken the rules, and their cultivation techniques had backfired, leaving them injured. At this moment, they could only lie on the ground, helpless and unable to move.

Torn between fear, despair, anger, and jealousy, one of them suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. He raised his hand and pointed directly at Yan An, his voice extremely shrill, "You think you're so great just because you've become the Young Demon Lord? Hahahaha—you're nothing but a knife, a knife destined to break until nothing remains! A tool to be used and then discarded!"

"The sect leader is merely using you to test the strength of Zhaoyue Manor and to shield you from the blade of Moling City! I'll go first, but you'll die sooner or later! You'll only suffer a more gruesome death than I do!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was filled with venom as he spoke. Then he looked at Bai Qingxuan and the others, "So what if you become the Holy Maiden? So what if you become the Holy Son? You will all die, you will all die! Hahahahahaha!"

Yan An already knew this.

On the day his family was wiped out when he was three years old, he had just heard the news that his father had obtained from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion—the three people with the most outstanding martial arts skills in the world would each train a disciple to engage in a life-or-death battle—the so-called disciples were naturally just useful tools, and he would not feel sorry if the tools were broken or lost.

...Moreover, it's questionable whether these three people still have any "feelings" left.

Neither Wuxiang nor Yugu spoke, seemingly waiting for his reaction.

Yan An had no choice but to slowly approach the person.

"You're right." His voice was calm, almost indifferent. "But how many people in this world dare to say they'll never be someone else's tool?"

"The world is like a furnace, and we are all being forged within it."

"It's just that your path forward is blocked, and no one can predict my future."