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

"What did you say?!" Baihe glared at Yugu. "What do you mean Qingxuan can't be a saintess?"

"The sect has already established a new holy son," Yu Gu said calmly. "There is nothing I can do about it."

In his haste, Baihe blurted out, "You owe me..."

"The debt I owed you in the past was repaid when I helped your niece ascend to the position of Saintess." Yu Gu's tone turned cold. "Now I owe you nothing. Although we are both protectors, everyone knows how you became a protector... You'd better watch out if you speak to me again."

Baihe choked back his question.

He was still unwilling to give up, and asked in a trembling voice, "Guardian Jade Maiden, could you please tell me who that Holy Son is?"

Among the newcomers who have joined the Hidden Demon Sect in recent years, there are very few with any real reputation. Bai He figured it couldn't be one of them, so it could only be the son of some acquaintance in the sect!

Yu Gu said, "I don't know either. I only heard that this Holy Son lives with the Young Demon Lord."

Yu Gu learned this from Wu Xiang, but Wu Xiang told her not to mention herself when talking about it to others. Yu Gu didn't mind, so she did as he said.

"Young Demon Lord? Hmph..." Bai He sneered at the mention of the Young Demon Lord, then said resentfully, "Even you, Aunt Yu, don't know the background of that Holy Son. Did he spring from some rock? I wonder who used so much effort to dare to push the dignified Holy Maiden down. Aren't they afraid of pushing a pretty face into that position? Even if he has the life to get there, he won't have the life to sit in it!"

Disordered footsteps sounded, and a white-clad girl wearing a golden mask rushed in. Bai Qingxuan choked back tears, "I've already heard! Uncle! Protector Yu Gu... I, I'm not the Holy Maiden anymore! Why is this happening?"

Bai Qingxuan was followed by Murong, who was also wearing a mask.

After all, the two of them had not yet broken through to the fifteenth level of the Heavenly Demon True Technique, and the dark patterns covering their skin were still there.

"Greetings, Protector Jade Maiden! Greetings, Protector White River!" Murong cupped his hands to the two, his voice gentle and refined. "I have heard rumors spreading that threaten the Holy Maiden's position, and I fear there may be a conspiracy, or that someone intends to harm the Holy Maiden, so I have been accompanying her closely..."

"Alright!" Bai He interrupted him, looking at Bai Qingxuan. "Qingxuan, although we don't know the Holy Son's origins, he's with the Young Demon Lord. You and I will go together and pay our respects to the Young Demon Lord, demanding an explanation!"

………………

one day ago.

Yan An, draped in a plain white snow feather cloak with the brim of the hood covering his face, walked out of Baiyue Cave and soon saw Xue Feng guarding the checkpoint.

Upon seeing Yan An, Xue Feng knelt down, his voice hoarse, and said, "Young Demon Lord! It's all my fault for failing in my duties! I couldn't stop Protector Wuxiang, please punish me, Young Demon Lord..."

Even with Xue Feng's martial arts skills, he couldn't stop Wu Xiang.

Yan An was indeed surprised that Wu Xiang would suddenly come to cause trouble.

Yan An's senses kicked in first, and he suddenly turned to look at his side, where there was another figure.

"Oh dear—" Wu Xiang drawled out, cheerfully saying, "Young Demon Lord, please don't make things difficult for your little subordinate. If you must punish someone, why not punish me instead? I promise I will never resist and will obediently accept the punishment."

Yan An's gaze, however, fell on what Wu Xiang was holding.

He said coldly, "My mask is in your hands."

"Now that the young demon lord has broken through to the fifteenth level, why does he still insist on wearing this clumsy and heavy ugly mask?"

Upon hearing Wu Xiang's words, Xue Feng felt a pang of bitterness in his heart... The young demon lord truly lived up to his name; his cultivation speed was simply beyond the reach of others.

He subconsciously raised his chin slightly in Yan An's direction.

Unfortunately, he was kneeling at that moment, so when he looked up with a slight upward curve, the angle was just right, and he immediately saw a face that could make the world pale in comparison.

Blood Edge was stunned.

He stood there, stunned, his head tilting higher and higher, staring intently at that face, his mind completely unable to think.

Until the other person noticed his gaze and glanced at him lightly.

The next second, a black ghost mask completely covered that face...

Yan An had already left.

Xue Feng remained kneeling on the spot, looking dazed and disoriented.

……

"Young Demon Lord is now also the Holy Son of my sect. In my opinion, you, Young Demon Lord, are the most suitable person to be this Holy Son!"

Wu Xiang followed Yan An the whole way, chattering incessantly, "But there's something you don't know yet: although the Holy Maiden Qingxuan has lost her position, she still has a protector uncle who is the head of the Divine Pill Hall..."

"Although her uncle's medicine-making skills were quite ordinary, he only managed to get the position of head of the hall thanks to the support and concession of his deceased younger brother, who was also her biological father and the former deputy head of the Divine Pill Hall—that true divine physician... He was single-mindedly eager to obtain the complete Heavenly Demon True Technique and also craved a higher position in the sect..."

"Our leader has always disliked these mundane affairs, preferring to roam the world freely. Over time, those below him, seeing him less and less, have gradually lost their reverence for him, focusing only on the fame, fortune, and power before them..."

"Even the positions of saintess and saintess have become fat meat in their eyes. They have completely forgotten that this position was originally just something the leader wanted to put in the church on a whim, to have a beautiful enough 'decoration'."

Yan An glanced at Wu Xiang, wondering why he wanted to tell him all this.

He knew that the head of the Divine Pill Hall was named Bai He. He had met him a few times after becoming the Young Demon Lord. This man had always treated him with disdain, which was hard to hide. He couldn't even do a proper pretense.

If Bai Qingxuan was originally chosen as the Holy Maiden, it was Bai He who exerted influence behind the scenes.

So, will Baihe remain silent and quiet about the loss of the Holy Maiden's position this time?

In any case, it's pointless to ask why Wuxiang, who has already become the Young Demon Lord, also wants to be the Holy Son.

Hearing Wu Xiang's last two sentences, Yan An became increasingly suspicious that it was the decision made by the sect leader, E Feng.

He glanced at Wuxiang again, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped him.

When Wu Xiang effortlessly received Yan An's palm strike, he was still grinning and trying to come closer to say something more.

Yan An had already entered Nongyun Pavilion, saying without turning his head, "I need to rest. You may leave."

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

The Star-Picking Platform.

This is a high platform at the summit of Shenwu Peak, shrouded in clouds and mist year-round.

Looking down from here, you see the sheer cliffs of Shenwu Mountain on three sides, towering thousands of feet high, truly a bottomless abyss.

Yan An was dressed in a white robe and wore a veiled hat.

He has decided that when he needs to appear as the young demon lord, he will wear the black demon mask.

When he appears as the Son of God, he will wear whatever is available: a veil, a hood, a cloak, a coat, and an oilcloth.

Are the positions of saints and saints merely beautiful embellishments?

So, Efeng has seen his face before?

He suddenly wondered if the embellishments were overshadowing the main subject...

Yan An harbored malice in his heart, which was directed at the Hidden Demon Sect and even more so at E Feng.

How could one not be affected when one is in this place?

He had never felt such a strong desire to manipulate and destroy something—a desire similar to, yet not quite the same as, the desire for revenge.

Unfortunately, with his current martial arts skills, it's impossible for him to kill E Feng or leave the Hidden Demon Sect.

I sensed something.

Yan An suddenly looked behind him.

Someone is approaching in the distance.

And it wasn't just one person.

They arrived really quickly.