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

The breakthrough to the fifteenth level of the Heavenly Demon True Technique was a natural and effortless process.

Yan An's cultivation speed was still faster than the others.

Although he no longer needed to compete with them after becoming the young demon lord, he dared not slack off.

Wu Xiang had reminded him that E Feng, Xie Shi Hong, and Zhong Li Jun, the three strongest people in the world, would definitely meet this year, and if nothing unexpected happened, Yan An, the young demon lord, would also be taken along.

On this trip, he will also get to meet Xie Shihong and Zhong Lijun's disciples in advance—who will also be his future opponents in life-or-death battles.

Outside the Nongyun Pavilion, the clear and melodious sound of bells drifted over.

Yan An calmed his surging blood pressure and slowly removed his left glove.

The grotesque, twisted dark lines on that hand were gone.

After breaking through the fifteenth level, its true form will be revealed.

Yan An looked at the empty panel.

Appearance: 120 points (Celestial beauty)

His eyes paused.

Having experienced the previous world, he knew that this score meant he would be in a period of excessive sleepiness for at least two months.

At that time, an official was stationed by his side to take care of him.

But here...

Suddenly remembering something, Yan An got up and walked outside.

He paused as he passed a bronze mirror.

Yan An looked at the white-clad figure in the mirror, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed his hand against the black demon mask on his face.

He is now eighteen years old.

In total, he hadn't seen his own real face in this world for fifteen years.

This mask seems to possess the power to devour light.

It was as black as some kind of substance that had been burned and then solidified.

The mask has a pair of spiraling horns extending from the top of the forehead, square slits and countless tiny gaps around the eyes, a sunken nose, and layers of vortexes around the mouth, making it extremely ferocious.

It was truly an ugly and terrifying mask, like a ghostly face that was constantly howling and blaming.

The mask was removed, revealing skin as smooth as frost and snow.

It was a face that formed an extreme contrast with the mask.

Black and white, ugly and beautiful.

Yan An kept looking at her face in the mirror.

A face different from the last world.

But it's the same kind of love at first sight, so beautiful it can drive you crazy.

If we were to describe Su An's face from the last world, it would be a beauty that was both otherworldly and almost demonic.

The "Chu Chen'an" of this world is unparalleled in his aloofness and purity, more moving than the bright moon hanging high in the sky, like a mirage in a dream that is illusory and untouchable, the beauty of a "divine spirit" who is detached from the world.

It was breathtaking, unlike anything in the human world.

Yan An struggled to put the mask back on.

Even he himself longed to keep looking at that face.

Because just seeing this face is like getting infinitely closer to a fairy, closer to a dream, closer to all the indescribable beauty, and far away from all pain, sorrow, resentment and madness.

This far surpasses even the most exquisite human beauty.

But that's not the limit yet.

Just like in the last world, if he didn't make any attempt to conceal himself, he would cause chaos wherever he went, within the sight of others...

Yan An left Nongyun Pavilion with a heavy heart.

He now lives in the Heavenly Palace on Shenwu Peak.

A figure dressed in white and wearing a mask was waiting outside.

"Young Demon Lord!" Xue Feng greeted Yan An immediately upon seeing him.

"No need for such formalities," Yan An said, stopping him from kneeling. "I have something I need you to do."

"Your subordinate will obey the young demon lord's orders!"

"I'm going to the Moon Worship Cave for a period of seclusion," Yan An said, looking into his eyes. "Unless the Sect Master comes in person, no one is allowed to disturb me."

E Feng hasn't appeared much in recent years, so Yan An wasn't worried that he would actually come in person; he just mentioned it casually.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xue Feng immediately agreed.

Xue Feng was one of the people who competed with Yan An for the position of Young Demon Lord.

Unlike the others, he had long ago fully accepted the rules of the Hidden Demon Sect, both in body and mind. Those above him were masters, and those below him were ants.

After Yan An became the young demon lord, he was the first to show respect and obedience.

What Wuxiang said back then, that as long as he became the Young Demon Lord, everyone in the sect except the sect leader would obey his orders, was half true and half false.

They really did seem to have listened.

They may hear the lies, but they won't internalize them.

Faced with Yan An, the young Demon Lord, the "old" members of the sect who had been working with him for many years were basically just putting on a show.

On the contrary, the group of people who competed with Yan An back then were more useful.

Although only five of them remain in this group now...

Aside from Yan An, there was the Holy Maiden Qing Xuan, and four others who had been assigned to different halls: Xue Feng, Murong, Xiao Nu, and Huan Gongzi.

Murong Hehuan still harbored resentment at missing out on the position of young master, but let's leave that aside for now.

As for Xue Feng, he is currently working in the Punishment Hall.

His main job is to be an assassin, and he has already completed all his missions for the year. The rest of his time is spent following and serving Yan An.

Upon arriving at the Moon Worship Cave, Yan An continued to walk further in.

He wasn't really there to cultivate in seclusion; he just wanted to spend his drowsy period in a safer place.

A hidden mechanism inside the cave was activated; this was a place Yan An discovered himself.

Once inside, there is an even deeper cave.

There is a spring in the cave.

Yan An had already prepared some food, clothing, and lodging supplies here in advance.

He sat down on the cashmere carpet spread out in the light of the luminous pearl.

Thinking back to his past cultivation practices, he preferred to spend time with birds and beasts.

But this is a period of excessive sleepiness, so it's best to spend it alone.

Yan An removed his mask.

She loosened her hairpin, and her cascading black hair partially obscured her face, which could captivate all beings.

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

Several days and nights passed.

As time goes on, Yan'an will take longer and longer to fall asleep.

As he drifted into an uncontrollable deep sleep.

Inside the cave where he was, the mechanism was activated again.

A moment later, Wuxiang's figure appeared here.

But he didn't make any unnecessary movements. He just stood there with his head down as soon as he came in, as if he was silently waiting for something.

Someone let out a soft "Eh," and the surrounding light dimmed even further.

At the same time, a white hem, as dark as hell, appeared silently beside Yan An's bed. No one could see when this person appeared; they came and went without leaving a trace.

Wu Xiang lowered his head even further.

If Yan An were still conscious, he would find this scene strangely familiar.

Because the visitors were none other than E Feng and Wu Xiang, just like many years ago.

Wu Xiang knew that E Feng was just suddenly interested in taking a look at the newly appointed young demon lord. He might just look and leave it at that, or he might suddenly decide to kill this young lord and appoint a new one.

E Feng has always acted without any rules or regulations. Apart from restrictions on his desires, he can be said to do whatever he wants in other aspects without any taboos. At the same time, he has very little patience for most things.

But this time...

Wu Xiang only used his peripheral vision to keep an eye on E Feng.

A full half hour later, the white-clad figure quietly disappeared, as if it had merged into the world, leaving only a void in its place.

Only then did Wuxiang look at Yan'an.

The foot that had been raised fell back down, and there was no further movement.

With just one glance, he understood why E Feng had lingered in the same spot for so long...

The surroundings were completely silent when suddenly, a faint, ethereal sound rang in his ears without warning, carrying an indescribable, eerie rhythm, as if it could control life and death with a single sound.

"The young master doesn't have to be just the young master... the sect can also establish a holy son."

Wu Xiang snapped out of his daze, quickly retreated from the cave, and then bowed his head in response, "That Holy Maiden..."

"A saintess?" The voice said with a mocking laugh, "From this day forward, there will be no saintess."

……

Appearance: 121 points (Devilish Looks)

After passing through the period of lethargy, just like in the previous life, Yan An's five senses and perception of humans have improved—this life is already a martial arts practitioner, so this improvement is even more remarkable. In addition, her body is becoming lighter and more agile, and she can also feed on desire.

His gaze swept across the cave.

The next second, the relaxed mood vanished completely.

Yan An discovered that the mask he had been hanging on the stone wall was gone!

Has anyone from outside been here?

His senses told him that he was alone in the cave at the moment, and no one else was lurking nearby.

But he still couldn't rest easy.

He stroked the jade pillow and suddenly drew a short sword from underneath.

With his current level of martial arts skill, seeing in the dark is not a difficult task for him.

Yan An made no sound and quickly arrived at the mechanism. He activated it, examined the outside situation more closely, and then left the hidden place, returning to the visible Moon Worship Cave.

His figure flickered and soon arrived at the cave entrance.

He paused in his steps.

There, a sandalwood box was placed.

Yan An looked around, stepped forward, and used his short sword to open the box.

Inside the box, on top of it, was a piece of fine silk with writing on it: "This snow-feather cloak is offered to the Holy Son."

Below is a complete set of plain white robes that look incredibly expensive.

The inner shirt was embroidered with fine, dark patterns that subtly shimmered with silver light, and the surface of the garment had a light, flowing luster. Over it was a hooded, fitted long cloak, which was completely free of any other color and could cover a person from head to toe.

Holy Son?

When did he become a saint again...?