I was born a god, the son of the Demon Lord.

Xu Nanyi: "No, this way of addressing me changed way too fast."

The group took their seats.

While waiting for the food, Xu Nanyi listened intently to the sounds around her.

The restaurant was crowded and noisy, perfect for gathering information.

Sure enough, at the next table, several demon men were discussing their political stances at length.

"The old Demon Lord left too suddenly. It's only been a few days, and the eldest princess and the second prince are fighting like chickens—"

"It's not just those two. The Third Prince and the Fourth Princess, aren't they all eyeing this covetously? Their underhanded schemes are as numerous as cockroach legs."

"Hey, it doesn't matter who sits in that chair, it's none of our business anyway."

"That's not necessarily true—"

The other voice was lowered, but it was perfectly clear within Xu Nanyi's perception range.

"Have you forgotten? Before the old Demon Lord died, he originally intended to pass his position to the one in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave."

There was a moment of silence on the table.

"That one from the Ten Thousand Demon Cave... who's never shown his face?"

"Yes. I heard that the Demon Lord was so excited after seeing that person's strength that he self-destructed on the spot—that's how he died."

Xu Nanyi paused in her tea-serving hand.

What the hell? Did it explode in excitement?!

"That's bullshit. Who would self-destruct just because they saw a young person being good?" someone nearby retorted.

"I'm telling the truth! My cousin works in the inner city—"

The debate continued.

Xu Nanyi silently memorized the keywords: Ten Thousand Demon Cave, succession, astonishing strength.

At this moment, the waiter came up with a tray and placed the dishes on the table one by one. Finally, he took out a pot of wine from under the tray and put it in the middle of the table.

"This pot of Misty Flower Wine is a gift from our shop—it was the old Demon Lord's favorite wine, a specialty of our Demon Realm."

The waiter enthusiastically introduced, "This wine can slightly improve cultivation efficiency and also calm the mind and soothe the nerves. Please give it a try, sirs."

Xu Nanyi sat in the seat closest to the edge, and the pot of wine was placed right next to her. She curiously leaned closer to smell it.

!

She leaned back, her face changing color.

So smelly.

It felt like someone had stuffed a piece of meat that had been rotting for three days into her nostril.

Xu Nanyi quickly pushed the wine pot away, covered her nose, and scrunched up her face.

"This wine—it stinks."

Lin Qingyue and the others exchanged bewildered glances at her reaction.

Does it smell bad?

Tianxing took the wine pot, smelled it, and shook his head. "It's alright, just the smell of ordinary flower wine."

Lin Qingyue also took a sniff: "Hmm...it has a slightly sweet scent, nothing special."

Shen Jiuyuan took it, smelled it expressionlessly, and put it back on the table without making any comment.

—It just doesn't smell bad.

Xu Nanyi looked around in disbelief.

Is she the only one who thinks it smells bad?

She glanced again at the poured wine, which was dark purple and faintly glowing.

But in her eyes... something seemed to be wriggling on the surface of the liquid. A kind of "filth" that made her hair stand on end. Couldn't her parents see it?

Her intuition told her: there's something wrong with this thing.

"This kid's got a really picky palate."

A burly demon from the next table came over, his face flushed, clearly having drunk quite a bit.

"The wine on your table is the lowest grade of the Mystic Mist Flower Wine, and its effects are the most ordinary."

He pointed to the wine jug in front of Xu Nanyi, let out a burp, and said, "After getting used to drinking good wine, smelling this is a bit beneath me."

Xu Nanyi forced a smile.

No, brother, this isn't a matter of "not being presentable," it's a matter of "being presentable in the morgue."

The eldest brother picked up a delicate little wine pot from his table and poured Xu Nanyi a small cup.

"Come on—try this, it's good stuff. It's a special kind of mysterious mist flower wine, with different effects. It can even help people cultivate in their dreams."

Xu Nanyi smiled as she took the cup, but when she looked down, she almost threw up her dinner from last night.

To her, this drink was a scene straight out of hell.

The wine was a thick, dark red color, with a layer of oil floating on the surface.

It smelled like something that had been dead for a very long time, crushed and then soaked in liquid, giving off a sweet, rotten odor.

Xu Nanyi's stomach clenched violently.

She clenched her teeth, forcing back the surging nausea. She gave a sweet, innocent smile.

"Uncle, this wine smells wonderful. Where did you buy it? I want to buy some for my dad; he loves to drink."

The older brother was amused by her coaxing and patted her head, saying, "Little girl, you shouldn't drink too much. This wine is expensive, and the special batches are even more priceless."

"Where can I buy it?" Xu Nanyi's eyes sparkled, like a child begging for candy.

The eldest brother lowered his voice and drunkenly leaned closer: "The Second Prince has a secret channel... ordinary people can't buy it. When you're a bit older, you can work under the Second Prince, maybe you'll have a chance."

Xu Nanyi nodded obediently: "Okay—thank you, big brother!"

Seeing Xu Nanyi's actions, everyone noticed that something was amiss.

Xu Nanyi didn't touch the glass of wine, and took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to put it directly into her system space.

After the meal, the group booked several rooms at the inn behind the restaurant.

Xu Nanyi returned to her room and had just taken the glass of wine out of her spatial storage when a group of people rushed in before she could even close the door.

Tianxing led the way, followed closely by Lin Qingyue, with Shen Jiuyuan bringing up the rear with Shen Xizhou.

Xu Yuan: "Yiyi, did you notice something special in that wine?"

Lin Qingyue squatted down and looked at her: "Your reaction just now was too much, it doesn't seem like you just disliked the smell."

Xu Nanyi didn't hide anything and raised the wine glass in her hand.

"I can't really explain it... but this wine smells like—"

She carefully chose her words, "The rotting grease mixed with a strong, pungent stench. It was a bit like... the smell of a dead person."

The room fell silent.

Tianxing and Lin Qingyue exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

And at that very moment—BOOM!

The entire inn shook violently, followed by a loud bang!

Xu Nanyi staggered and grabbed the wall for support, then subconsciously looked out the window.

On the window paper, a pool of bright red blood was slowly flowing down the surface.

Tianxing strode to the window and flicked open the windowpane with his fingers.

On the street outside—

The demon brother who just treated Xu Nanyi to drinks is now lying on the ground, biting another person's arm.

His own left arm was gone; the flesh at the severed point was rolled up, and the pool of blood beneath him was rapidly expanding.

He was kicked away by someone next to him and crashed into the wall, still mumbling incoherently.

"I am... the number one demon immortal... the number one immortal under heaven..."

Xu Nanyi's pupils suddenly contracted.

The next second—

The man's body swelled rapidly as if it had been filled with something, and dense, dark red lines appeared on his skin.

boom.

It exploded into a cloud of blood mist.