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

The figures of the man and the girl gradually blurred, and the scene became like a faded old photograph, slowly losing its color.

A new scene appears...

The collapsed mountain gate, the broken pagoda.

The blue brick square outside the hall is full of cracks and pits, and only half of the four characters "Daxiong Baodian" under the eaves remains.

Thick smoke billowed inside the hall, flames licking at the solemn and serene Buddhist sanctuary. A beautiful young woman stood proudly atop a Buddha statue, while an old monk sat cross-legged below, forming the Mudra of the Vajra King, his countenance dignified and solemn.

"Buddha, you don't want your disciple, you want your grandson!" The girl's shriek echoed in the hall for a long time, and a murderous aura swept over everyone: "If you dare to block my way even half a step again, I will massacre Lianghua Temple today."

The old monk opened his eyes, golden light flashing in his pupils, and his hands moved in various hand seals.

The dome of the main hall collapsed with a loud "boom," and a golden Buddha's hand descended from the sky, covering the girl.

The image is fragmented here.

......

Thousands of mountains overlap, stretching for miles, and rising flames devour the mountains.

The dying man lay on the scorched earth, not an inch of his skin intact. Surrounded by enemies, a girl in a floral dress strode in; wherever she passed, the crowd scattered, and swords were sheathed.

The girl came to his side and silently watched the man whose life was about to be extinguished. His face was as broken as his body, and his eyes were just two burned holes.

Hearing the noise, the man forced a smile, his voice hoarse: "Great-Grandma, you've come?"

The girl watched him silently.

"I'm thirty-two this year. I'm considered long-lived among your great-grandchildren, right? At least I'm better off than my father. That unlucky guy died before he turned thirty, leaving my mother and me as orphans. I'm sorry I couldn't help you break all the seals."

The girl didn't speak, her eyes filled with sadness.

"Actually, I hated you a lot when I was little. My dad wouldn't have died without you, right? I still hate you now that I'm grown up. You know why I became a disciple of Buddha? It's all to quit lust. I meditate and brainwash myself every day: I don't need women! After a while, it actually worked. I felt great, I really didn't need women anymore, and my life was full of sunshine..."

"But I also respect you from the bottom of my heart. Apart from your tendency to act like a spoiled princess, putting on airs, changing your mind faster than flipping through a book, and being as wasteful as Empress Dowager Cixi, you stole my hard-boiled eggs when I was in elementary school, and stole my brain-boosting walnuts and milk when I was in middle school... Other than that, there's nothing wrong with you."

Great-grandmother: "......."

"Hey, I'm about to die. There's something I've always wanted to tell you, but if I don't say it now, it'll be too late."

The girl said, "Go ahead, I'm listening."

The man took a deep breath and used all his strength: "To hell with the Black Water Spirit Pearl, I've never really been a man in my life."

A heroic soul vanished with the wind.

In the battle of the desolate mountain, the ruthless demon Li Wuxiang was besieged by heroes from all over the world. Evil could not prevail over good, and he was finally brought to justice.

The history recognized by the bloodline community.

The girl stretched out her slender hand and took the bead from his dantian. The black spiritual bead floated and spun in the air before she held it in her palm.

She surveyed the surrounding mountains and fields, looking at the attackers, some in the light and some in the shadows, and let out a long howl, shouting sharply, "Li Wuxiang is dead. From today onwards, I will seal myself off for twenty years, and the matter of the Myriad Gods Palace will be over. The Li family still has one son. If he meets with misfortune, I will destroy my Spirit Pearl and slaughter your entire clan, burning everything to ashes."

"None of them will escape."

......

Li Xianyu woke up in a spacious hospital room, breathing heavily. The bright light above his head made him open his eyes, but he subconsciously closed them again.

"You're awake," a gentle voice said.

When Li Xianyu opened her eyes again, she saw an elderly man with gray hair standing by the hospital bed. He was wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, and his demeanor was more like that of a university professor.

He stood there stunned for a long time, still unable to recall why he was there.

"Can you still remember what happened to you before?" the gray-haired old man asked.

With a sharp pain in his head, he recalled the various experiences he had before he lost consciousness and died, as well as the scenes he saw in his dreams.

"Where is my great-grandmother? I want to see my grandmother!" Li Xianyu shouted, clutching his throbbing head.

"Your great-grandmother?" The old man shook his head. "Who is your great-grandmother? I've never met her."

"This is... Baoze Group?" Li Xianyu asked.

The old man nodded: "This is the medical department of Baoze Group. Li Xianyu, how are you feeling now?"

Li Xianyu was taken aback: "You know me, sir?"

The old man said meaningfully, "The number one meme icon, it's hard not to know him, right?"

Li Xianyu: "..."

He didn't continue talking to the old man, his brows furrowed, looking preoccupied.

If he remembered correctly, he had clearly already fallen from the building when he woke up the instant the gunshot rang out. The thunderous airburst shattered his eardrums. The sky receded further and further away. His great-grandmother rushed down to save him, her expression so ferocious and sorrowful. Li Xianyu stretched out his hand with all his might, and just as he grasped his great-grandmother's small hand, he suddenly lost consciousness, and endless darkness descended.

How come I survived falling from such a high building?

"Why...why didn't I die?" Li Xianyu asked, voicing the question that had been nagging at him.

The old man was taken aback: "You only suffered minor injuries, but Sanwu, who came back with you, was seriously injured. I was about to ask you what happened to you. If I remember correctly, you just joined the company and were only responsible for some trivial paranormal events in Shanghai."

It was just a minor injury?

Am I misremembering? Actually, it was my great-grandmother who saved me at the last moment.

No, no, even if I didn't die from the fall, my eyes were still blinded by that brick from the shady, unlicensed place, and I remember that very clearly.

"That's impossible! I clearly already... Are you mistaken, or are you hiding something from me? Where is my breast?"

"I'm just a doctor. If you have any problems, I can call the Thunder King for you. In fact, he instructed me to notify him immediately as soon as you wake up."

Seeing that he was alright, the old man turned and walked to the door. Li Xianyu suddenly remembered something and called him back.

"Do you know Vice Minister Li Shizhen?" he asked.

"My junior brother," the old man said, "what's wrong?"

Li Xianyu was filled with awe: "Are you Hua Tuo?!"

"No, I am Bian Que."

"ha?"

"My bloodline title is Bian Que," the old man chuckled. "That's what little Murphy named me. Li Shizhen is my junior brother, and also the vice minister. The minister is Hua Tuo. They're downstairs right now saving another critically injured patient."

Li Xianyu quipped, "Isn't there also a Sun Simiao?"

The old man asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

"..."

Not surprising at all. Just look at the titles of the experts in the group to know how badly Murphy has chosen her naming skills.