It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

It was just dawn when we arrived at Hongqiao Airport!

The massive fuselage slowly approached the airport runway, like an eagle spreading its wings and gliding towards its prey.

Wearing a casual suit, Shen Meng walked onto the gleaming tiles of the waiting hall, his Italian handmade leather shoes making a crisp sound as they tapped against the tiles.

As the third young master of the Shen family, a bloodline clan, he exudes a unique aura, a noble and proud quality cultivated by a century-old family.

Behind Shen Meng followed an elderly man with gray hair. He had a vertical scar over his left eye, and the eyeball in the middle of the scar was grayish-white; he was a one-eyed man. Although he was over fifty, he was as strong as an ox, wearing loose, retro-style training clothes and cloth shoes.

"Shanghai still has a lot of people. With more people comes more resources, which are inexhaustible." Shen Meng looked at the bustling waiting hall, took out a wallet from his pocket, and sighed, "Spatial magic artifact, tsk tsk, Baoze's standard equipment is convenient, but unfortunately the core technology is firmly controlled. No matter how much our families covet it, we can't get it."

As he spoke, he took out a small bronze cauldron, about the size of a palm, from his wallet and gently breathed on its mouth. Wisps of smoke rose from the cauldron, drifting gracefully into various parts of the waiting hall.

At the Starbucks counter, a young mother sat at a round table with her young son, enjoying dessert. In front of her was a cup of coffee, and in front of her son was a piece of chocolate cake.

As Shen Meng and the elderly woman passed by, the young mother glanced at the strikingly handsome young man. The boy, who had been obediently eating his cake, suddenly shivered, looked up, and said with a pained expression, "Mommy, I'm so cold."

The young mother looked at her son and was immediately shocked. In the sweltering summer heat, the child's face was pale from the cold, his teeth were chattering, and his arms were icy cold.

The air conditioning in the waiting hall shouldn't make anyone this cold.

Shen Meng held the small bronze tripod in one hand and his mobile phone in the other. He examined it carefully for a moment, then sneered, "The modern successor of the Li family looks really effeminate."

The phone screen displayed Li Xianyu's personal information, which was very detailed, including his current address.

"Uncle Yuan, do you think that female warrior spirit from the Li family really knows the location of the Pantheon?" Shen Meng hung up his phone, frowning. "They came all the way to Shanghai; they might as well have come back empty-handed."

The one-eyed old man squinted. "If anyone in this world truly knows the location of the Pantheon, it is her. It is precisely because of her that Li Wuxiang has the audacity to monopolize the treasure. However, there is always someone who can subdue another in this world, and a female battle spirit is not invincible. The current Buddha Head can fight her."

"What about Daoist Master?" Shen Meng raised an eyebrow.

"Daoist Master is still lacking in experience. Eighty years ago, the demonic path wreaked havoc on the world, and the Daoist sect was the first to bear the brunt. Back then, all ten elders of the Daoist sect were killed by the demonic path, and the sect was severely weakened and has not yet fully recovered."

"Eighty years ago, the calamity of the demonic path caused heavy losses to the Taoist and Buddhist Associations. Twenty years ago, the Li Wuxiang incident led to the decline of many talented individuals from various families. Tsk tsk, since the late Qing Dynasty, our bloodline world has been plagued by troubles from time to time, with countless talents dying before they could fully develop their abilities—it's lamentable. On the other hand, the Western bloodline has seen a surge of talented individuals since modern times. This ebb and flow is quite worrying... My grandfather always lamented this." Shen Meng shrugged. "But I think that new talents emerge in every generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. Take that swordsman from Baoze, for example—how does he compare to the Buddha Head?"

The old man pondered this question for a long time: "A few years ago, this person suddenly appeared out of nowhere, first putting pressure on the geniuses of various families and disciples of the Taoist and Buddhist Associations, and later challenging the older generation of masters. He has experienced hundreds of battles and has never been defeated, which is simply terrifying. The last time he made a move, he was still far from the ultimate level, but that was a year ago. Now he is probably halfway to the ultimate level. At the very least, he is at the same level as the Dao Venerable."

"Masters of the highest levels are few and far between, so we don't need to pay them any mind. The female warrior spirit was once glorious, but today she's nothing more than a dragon swimming in shallow waters, not worth fearing. But that A-level assassin from the Ancient God Cult, Uncle Yuan, can you handle him?"

"The S-rank experts of Baoze are all extraordinary. I dare not say that I am certain of victory, but I can hold them off for a while. Third Master, your target this time is not the Battle Soul, but the Li family successor. As long as we capture him, the female Battle Soul will naturally be under our control. But there is one thing I must remind you: do not harm the Li family successor."

Shen Meng curled his lip and said disdainfully, "What's so great about him? He's just an ant-like figure, relying on his ancestors' halo. With the Pantheon about to emerge, even female battle spirits can't protect themselves, let alone a little puppy. Among the people watching this kid all these years, it's not just the Daoist-Buddhist alliance."

The one-eyed old man stopped, his expression serious, and said earnestly, "Third Master, you have to promise me."

Shen Meng felt a sudden surge of irritation for no reason. "I know, are you annoying or what?"

From a young age, he was the center of attention, pampered by his elders, doted on by his older siblings, and protected by the aura of being the third young master of the Shen family. Wherever he went, he was the center of attention.

I have an innate aversion to people like Li Xianyu who are the center of attention.

The two stopped at the entrance of the departure hall. Shen Meng turned and looked into the hall; his eyes could see things that ordinary people couldn't. Ghosts, existing between reality and illusion, were sucking the life force of the people in the departure hall.

Beside the clerk at the information desk, clung to a vengeful spirit with sunken eyes and a lewd appearance—a lustful ghost obsessed with women even after death. He was sucking the clerk's life force while teasing her.

Therefore, while the waitress felt cold, she also experienced chest tightness and shortness of breath, her complexion was extremely poor, and she could hardly work.

For example, there was a mother and child next to Starbucks. The young mother was frantically rubbing her child's hands and breathing on them while she was on the phone, talking anxiously.

She couldn't see that behind her son, a hideous little demon was sucking away the boy's life force.

Ghosts roam the waiting area, following behind pedestrians or perching on their shoulders, sucking their life force like parasites absorbing nutrients from their host.

"Third Master, that's enough. If we don't take it back soon, the Baoze Group will notice." The one-eyed old man said, "It's best to do this kind of thing less often in the future."

"These fat, chubby leeks are free to be harvested. It's just borrowing their essence, not harming anyone's life. What can Baoze Group do to me?" Shen Meng said dismissively.

"After all, this isn't Shen family territory. Baoze Group is fine, but I'm afraid of running into a tough nut to crack," the one-eyed old man said.

Shanghai is no small city; as the national financial center, its passenger flow is terrifying. And since it's at the airport, you might just run into one or two tough guys.

Manipulating spirits to absorb life force is both arrogant and offensive.

Shen Meng sighed, "I don't know when I'll be able to refine this Soul Refining Cauldron to its full potential. Each of these high-grade magical artifacts is incredibly taxing on our energy and spirit. By the way, if we capture Li Xianyu, will the female battle spirit really be at our mercy?"

The one-eyed old man nodded: "She is the only surviving member of the Li family, and at least she acknowledges this as her only bloodline. She dares not disobey."