Duan Ze stood frozen in place for quite a while. Mo Han initially thought the Demon Lord would gloat and mock him, but the other party said nothing.

The palace was silent.

Mo Han wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he felt a gloomy killing intent slowly seeping out, so thick it made it hard for him to breathe, turning his face pale.

“Prepare a few dresses for Benzun, pink with floral patterns, the kind that fits my size,” the Demon Lord suddenly said, his voice calm and unruffled.

Mo Han had no idea what Duan Ze intended to do, but he didn’t dare question it. He quickly cupped his fists and replied, “Yes.”

With that, he retreated.

Now, only Duan Ze remained in the palace. He pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath, and returned to his room. After pouring himself a cup of tea to soothe his throat, he took out a communication token from his storage ring.

The item was meant for Xiao Wuchen, naturally under his control.

Duan Ze’s fingers moved slightly as he asked a question into the communication token.

On the other side, Xiao Wuchen was standing in a small pavilion on the edge of a cliff, with a mulberry hazel tree growing outside. It was raining, and the rain splashed onto Xiao Wuchen, but he didn’t care.

The communication token in his storage ring suddenly lit up, flew out automatically, and couldn’t be turned off. A familiar male voice emanated from the floating token, calm and indistinguishable in emotion.

“Having fun?”

Xiao Wuchen frowned, his previously good mood completely ruined.

He had always sent Mo Han to monitor the Cangyu Sect, but in the end, it benefited Duan Ze. As soon as he did something, Duan Ze came looking for him.

“Quite happy.”

Listening to the sound of rain pattering from the other side of the communication token, Duan Ze propped his chin with one hand and tapped his fingers leisurely on the table with the other. Each tap left a crack on the table made of millennia-old rock.

His voice carried a hint of amusement, “As long as you’re happy. I forgot to tell you something before.”

“What…” Xiao Wuchen was certain that Duan Ze knew about his actions at the Cangyu Sect, but the other party wasn’t angry, even managing to laugh, which left him feeling like he’d punched cotton, utterly powerless.

Clearly, this person valued his reputation so much, yet it seemed like his efforts were in vain, having no impact on the other party.

However, before he could finish asking, a bolt of lightning as thick as two people descended from the sky, splitting the pavilion and striking him.

A familiar tingling sensation spread throughout his body, and the lightning continued to strike, giving Xiao Wuchen no chance to catch his breath. He extended his divine sense to scan the surroundings, finding no living creatures within several miles. So why was he still being struck by lightning?!

Could it be that Duan Ze was lying when he said that breaking character in front of others would result in being struck by lightning?

Xiao Wuchen used his spiritual power to create a barrier to block the lightning, feeling utterly bewildered.

At this moment, the communication token floating beside him let out a chuckle, “I forgot to mention, having this communication token nearby also counts as someone being present, so breaking character will still get you struck by lightning.”

Hearing this, Xiao Wuchen reached out to crush the communication token, but it dodged as if it could see him, and Duan Ze’s annoying voice came through again, “Our communication tokens are a pair. Mine is the master token, yours is the subordinate. As long as mine isn’t broken, yours will never be harmed.”

Listening to the thunder coming from the communication token, Duan Ze felt for the first time that the restriction of being struck by lightning for breaking character was quite nice. At least it punished the other party. Now that Xiao Wuchen had tarnished his reputation, he should be prepared for the consequences of breaking character excessively and being struck by lightning repeatedly.

“Knock knock.” At this moment, the door of the palace was knocked.

Mo Han’s voice came from outside, “Lord.”

Duan Ze didn’t hang up the communication token but placed it in his sleeve, opened the door, and walked out, “Are the things ready?”

“They’re ready.” Mo Han took out a red lacquered box from his storage ring, placed it on the ground, and opened it, presenting the contents inside.

Duan Ze glanced at it and asked, “Are they all pink with floral patterns?”

Xiao Wuchen, enduring the lightning strikes, suddenly heard this conversation through the communication token. The man recalled Duan Ze’s previous threats and panicked for a moment, “Duan Ze! What are you planning?!”

However, the person on the other side seemed completely oblivious to his voice and continued, “Which one do you think looks good? Is the temple near the Cangyu Sect crowded recently?”

“The temple near the Cangyu Sect has always been quite popular.” Mo Han watched as the Demon Lord walked up beside him, reaching into the box of clothes and earnestly asking him to choose.

These were all women’s clothes. Who was the Demon Lord planning to give them to?

Was the demon realm finally welcoming a demon queen?

He became genuinely excited, his blood-red eyes shining brightly. After seriously considering a few outfits, he said, “I think the one with the veil looks nice.” When he was in the human realm, he noticed that the women who were popular among ordinary people often wore this style.

Duan Ze put down the other clothes, glanced at the one in his hand, and raised an eyebrow, “Not bad, but the neckline is so low, and the back is exposed…”

Hearing this, Mo Han immediately realized that having the demon queen wear such revealing clothes was indeed inappropriate.

He looked up at the Demon Lord, intending to suggest changing the outfit, but then he saw his usually unpredictable master actually smiling at the clothes.

The smiles he had seen before were always chilling, but this one was unusually reserved, something he had never witnessed.

It was settled; the future demon queen was secured.

Mo Han trembled slightly, lowering his head to look at the ground, his chest filled with warmth.

Back when the Demon Lord was just a hundred-year-old boy, he took over the position from the old Demon Lord. In the decades that followed, bloodshed was a daily occurrence in the demon city, and assassination attempts on the Demon Lord were as common as meals.

Those demons who were always unruly and bloodthirsty were forcibly subdued by the young Demon Lord in just a few decades, enduring unimaginable hardships.

He had watched the once carefree and innocent boy under the old Demon Lord grow into this fearsome figure, believing his master would always remain alone. But now, there was a turning point.

As Mo Han was fantasizing about guarding his master’s future offspring, the Demon Lord compared the clothes to himself and asked, “Do they look good?”

Mo Han looked up: “…”

Mo Han continued to look: “?????”

“Wha-what?” Mo Han blinked, his usually meticulous expression slightly cracking, his eyes that often held reverence trembling, “I don’t quite understand what the Lord means.”

The communication token hidden in Duan Ze’s sleeve trembled violently, Xiao Wuchen’s voice trapped within the barrier set by Duan Ze, audible only to Duan Ze himself.

“Duan Ze! Stop this!”

“Boom—”

“Duan Ze! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!”

Xiao Wuchen, furious, took out a teleportation talisman from his storage ring, intending to go over, but the descending lightning struck the talisman in his hand, shattering it and preventing him from reaching the demon realm. Drawing a teleportation array on the spot would also be disrupted by the lightning.

For now, he could only listen helplessly, powerless to do anything. This was Duan Ze’s revenge on him.

Listening to Xiao Wuchen’s angry roars in his ear, Duan Ze felt utterly satisfied, repeating the question with a good mood, “Do they look good?”

Mo Han looked into his eyes, his lips trembling. All his previous fantasies were shattered by this one question, even plunging further into the abyss.

No wonder the Demon Lord wanted dresses in his size; it turned out he intended to… wear them himself.

After a while, the man closed his eyes and slowly opened them again, filled with determination.

No matter what the Demon Lord liked, he would always remain loyal to him.

Mo Han respectfully nodded, turned, and pointed to another dress in the box, earnestly saying, “It looks good, but I think this one would look even better on the Lord.”

On the other side of the communication token, Xiao Wuchen was about to lose his mind, gritting his teeth, “Mo Han…”

What nonsense loyalty, he couldn’t even tell that his core had been swapped.

“Really?” Duan Ze took out the one Mo Han pointed to and compared it to himself, “Then I’ll alternate between these two. This time it’s a bit rushed; next time I’ll have the palace seamstresses make a few more sets for Benzun.”

The one Mo Han pointed to was a relatively conservative pink long dress. Xiao Wuchen’s body was tall and slender, his skin fair, and he was good-looking. Aside from having broader shoulders, wearing a dress didn’t look out of place; he might even look better than most women.

“Yes.” Mo Han saw the Demon Lord seriously choosing and forced himself to accept this fact.

“Benzun will go tidy up. Oh, and have someone prepare the top eighty magic artifacts from the treasury, along with enough hot porridge and bowls for five hundred people. We’ll meet at the demon city gates; Benzun needs to visit the Cangyu Sect.” Duan Ze carried two dresses, placing one in his storage ring and folding the other in his arms.

Mo Han nodded. Over time, he had developed the habit of doing whatever the Demon Lord said without asking questions.

After Duan Ze left, he returned to his room, took out the communication token from his sleeve, and placed it on the table before starting to change.

“What are you going to do with those eighty magic artifacts?” Xiao Wuchen’s voice was no longer as agitated as before. He didn’t regret his actions; he just hadn’t expected Duan Ze to go to such extremes.

The latter slowly dressed himself, glanced at the communication token, sighed, crossed his arms, and said somewhat dramatically, “Ah, it was because Benzun threatened Duan Ze with the lives of everyone near the Cangyu Sect, forcing him to take those eight artifacts. Now Benzun has a change of heart, so I’m going to use these to apologize to the Cangyu Sect and also serve porridge for a few days at the nearby temple, yes, wearing this pink floral dress.”

“…” The communication token fell into a long silence.

When Duan Ze grew impatient, Xiao Wuchen finally spoke, “Just you wait…” Before he could finish, the communication token was filled with the sound of thunder again.

After that, Xiao Wuchen was completely silent, perhaps too angry to speak.

Duan Ze picked up a mirror, looked at himself for a while, and then hung a golden ring on each of the small horns on his forehead, ready to go.

Now, wearing the dress made him feel light and uncomfortable, but since it was Xiao Wuchen who would be seen wearing it, it didn’t matter to him.

Since Xiao Wuchen was the one who started this, he couldn’t blame Duan Ze for retaliating.

He tightened the gauzy outer coat, pushed open the door, and walked out.

A gust of wind blew, and Duan Ze tightened his clothes again. Before leaving, he glanced at the mulberry hazel tree planted in the courtyard and casually erased the spiritual power transmission symbols carved around the forest.

As he walked to the demon city gates, it was the same as when he returned. Everyone who recognized him knelt on the ground, eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to look up. But the news of Xiao Wuchen wearing women’s clothes would definitely spread throughout the demon city within half a day.

The originally violent image would now have an added quirk of a cross-dressing fetish.

With this, the ministers probably wouldn’t dare to send their daughters to Xiao Wuchen’s harem anymore.

Let him live in solitude, childless and alone.

When Duan Ze reached the demon city gates, Mo Han was already prepared, standing at the front. Seeing the Demon Lord in that outfit was still a shock, giving him the illusion that his faith was being shaken.

Behind him were eighty boxes, with a demon of Nascent Soul stage or higher standing on either side of each box. Including him, there were a total of 161 people in this group.

Further away, there were clusters of onlookers. Even though the boxes blocked their view, they could still feel the demonic aura emanating from the gaps, continually tempting their desires. If it weren’t for Mo Han and the others present, they would only dare to watch from afar, not daring to approach. Otherwise, the demonic aura would have been snatched away as soon as it hit the ground.

When they saw Duan Ze, they all showed stunned expressions, then quickly retreated and knelt down.

Mo Han and the others followed suit, kneeling, “Lord, everything is ready.”

“Mm, let’s go.” Duan Ze used his divine sense to scan the artifacts. The magic artifacts of the demon realm were as different from those of the cultivation realm as their cultivation methods. In the hands of the other side, they were no better than a fire poker, completely useless.

But if these things were given to the other side, it meant they would lose their combat power. Any one of these eighty artifacts could triple a demon’s cultivation level, so when an artifact emerged, it didn’t matter if it could be used; it was better to snatch it first.

As long as the demon realm had fewer magic artifacts, it weakened their power. The same logic applied to the cultivation realm.

These things were irresistible gifts for the Cangyu Sect.

Mo Han took out a small boat from his storage ring, then raised his hands. After infusing it with demonic aura, the small boat artifact instantly transformed into a massive black flying ship.

The demons kneeling on the side lifted the boxes and boarded the ship, with Duan Ze following suit. Mo Han was the last to board.

At the back of the ship’s deck, there was a set of resting tools. Duan Ze sat in the middle of a soft chair, waved his hand, and Mo Han and the others controlled the ship to fly toward the Cangyu Sect.

Once they were out of sight, the demons kneeling on the ground looked up, exchanging glances, “Did you see that?”

“I saw it. I saw a beautiful woman.”

“Beautiful my foot, that was the Demon Lord! But indeed, quite beautiful.”

“Demon, Demon Lord???”

“Didn’t you realize? If you didn’t, why did you kneel?”

“I saw you all kneeling, so I followed suit.”

“So the Demon Lord likes wearing such clothes…”

The entire demon city was abuzz with Xiao Wuchen’s attire.

The major families within the demon race also received the news, their expressions colorful.

“Interesting, very interesting.”

“No wonder he hasn’t touched any of the palace maidens offered to him over the years; turns out he has a special preference…”

“That bastard! What on earth is he doing?!”

For a time, Xiao Wuchen became a laughingstock among the various families.

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Duan Ze crossed his legs, lying on the chair, still holding the communication token. The thunder on the other side never ceased, but Xiao Wuchen hadn’t spoken again.

Halfway through the journey, it started to rain. The raindrops filtered through the barrier felt quite comfortable on the skin. Duan Ze was dozing off when he suddenly saw a few flashes in the distant sky.

He extended his divine sense and discovered that Xiao Wuchen, enduring the lightning, was flying back at high speed on his sword. The killing intent emanating from him left no living creatures within a hundred miles, resembling a god of death descending.

Duan Ze stood up, stretched his body, and Mo Han and the others also sensed the incoming killing intent, transitioning from a meditative state to a combat-ready mode.

“Lord, be careful.” Even though they knew the Demon Lord wouldn’t be harmed, it was still necessary to remind him.

Mo Han squinted slightly, using his divine sense to confirm that the person in the distance was indeed Duan Ze, who had gone missing at the Cangyu Sect.

The hearts of the demons present sank, anticipating a tough battle.

“I’ll handle this; you can’t beat him.” Duan Ze raised his hand, passed through the crowd, and lightly leaped onto the front rail of the ship. A gust of wind blew, causing his dress to flutter.

In the distance, Xiao Wuchen saw the figure in pink standing on the ship, and his already unstable demeanor instantly went berserk.

The space around him suddenly distorted, and he flew forward by a large margin. Duan Ze moved as well, and the two met in mid-air. A massive shockwave spread from between them, pushing the clouds hundreds of meters away.

A large blue circle appeared in the sky, and sunlight poured through, casting a golden edge on both of them.

Xiao Wuchen raised his hand to withstand a bolt of lightning, staring intently at Duan Ze, who looked identical to him but wore a pink floral dress. He gripped his sword and slashed at Duan Ze, “What exactly are you trying to do?!”

“I should have mentioned it in the communication token before, right? Is your memory that bad?” Duan Ze countered with a sword of his own, “Be careful not to ruin my dress; I need to look good while serving porridge at the temple.”

“You dare!” Xiao Wuchen, hearing his words, was so furious that his aura became unstable. He turned the sword in his hand, aiming for the dress Duan Ze was wearing, “Take it off!”

Duan Ze sidestepped to dodge and retaliated with a thrust, “No.”

The two continued their conversation while aiming for each other’s vital points. To outsiders, they could only see the shockwaves from their clashes and the occasional lightning strikes.

Fortunately, the wasteland between the demon realm and the cultivation realm allowed them to duel so recklessly. The land and vegetation touched by the shockwaves disintegrated instantly, leaving no trace.

Mo Han watched for a while, unable to keep up with their movements and almost getting caught in the crossfire. He turned to the demons behind him and said, “Let’s take a detour to avoid getting caught up.”

“Yes.”

Duan Ze and Xiao Wuchen both harbored grievances against each other, so they fought without regard for their own bodies or each other’s, delivering deadly blows, fighting fiercely. Even when their weapons couldn’t withstand the strain and broke, they didn’t stop, resorting to bare-knuckle brawling.

Duan Ze had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

“You just keep causing trouble!” Duan Ze landed a punch, making the other bleed from the lips, “What did I ever do to you?!”

Xiao Wuchen dodged another punch and kicked back, “You know exactly what you did.”

“I know nothing!” Duan Ze, now running low on spiritual power, could only use all his strength to pummel him.

Xiao Wuchen wasn’t faring much better. Their cultivation levels were similar, and they could only use thirty percent of their power. They had been fighting for seven days straight, exhausting their spiritual power. Especially since he had to endure the intermittent lightning strikes, he was more drained than Duan Ze.

With a roar from Duan Ze, they exchanged punches, their knuckles splitting, and both fell to their knees, their bodies trembling from exhaustion, unable to move.

The wasteland where they fought was now several hundred meters lower than the surrounding area.

“I knelt later than you, so I’m better,” Duan Ze laughed, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Wuchen looked at the unrecognizable dress on him and snorted, spitting blood as well. Only they could beat each other to such a state.

Duan Ze knew what he was laughing about, so he took out another dress he had prepared from his storage ring, “I have a spare.”

Xiao Wuchen’s face instantly darkened upon seeing it.

“And I have backup.” Duan Ze said, and Mo Han, standing at the edge of the hole they had created, peeked in and jumped down.

Seeing Duan Ze’s opponent, Xiao Wuchen, Mo Han’s eyes briefly flashed with killing intent, but he quickly withdrew and stepped back, supporting Duan Ze, taking out an elixir from his storage ring and placing it in the Demon Lord’s hand.

Duan Ze scanned it with his divine sense, then consumed it, showing Xiao Wuchen a smug smile.

The latter remained still, his eyes filled with uncontainable anger.

“Lord, how should we deal with this person?” Mo Han asked softly, supporting the Demon Lord.

Duan Ze couldn’t find a reason for Xiao Wuchen’s hatred from either the book or his own memory.

This inexplicable emotion had caused him much suffering, leading Xiao Wuchen to tarnish his reputation. Although the matter hadn’t spread yet, it was only a matter of time, and it needed to be resolved quickly.

“Now the initiative is in my hands,” Duan Ze moved his arms and legs, feeling that he had recovered quite a bit of strength, then raised his arm, leaving Mo Han’s support, “You go up first.”

Mo Han nodded, quickly jumping out of the hole again.

Duan Ze continued to look at Xiao Wuchen, asking, “What exactly did I do to make you hate and harm me like this?”

Hearing his words, Xiao Wuchen felt a deep sense of irony. He had cultivated for so many years just to avenge his parents, only to find that his enemy didn’t even know what he had done.

The man raised his eyes, smiling coldly, and drew a sword from his storage ring, stabbing it forward.

Author’s Note: The misunderstandings will slowly be resolved!

I made a slight adjustment; let’s pretend Xiao Ze doesn’t know about this, shh…

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There’s another chapter~ Both chapters have twenty red envelopes~

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Yin Liuqi accidentally read a scumbag novel where the shou was humiliated by everyone but still groveled and forgave the world, making him so angry he left a comment, “Is this shou a masochist…”

He closed the book, turned off the phone, and went to sleep!

When he woke up, he found himself in the book, becoming the ‘masochist’ shou.

Yin Liuqi: “Damn!”

This masochist shou wasn’t like the original; Yin Liuqi, thinking about the future abuse, was ready to fight back.

However, before he could act, the scumbag gong got into a car accident and lost his memory. The other party, with bewildered eyes, asked him, “Are you my wife? You look so familiar…”

Yin Liuqi patted his head and kindly said, “I’m your dad.”

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Gu Shao woke up to find himself in an old scumbag novel. To return, he had to follow the plot.

But he didn’t expect to get into a car accident and lose his memory just days after marrying someone.

When he regained his memory, he found that the ‘masochist’ shou seemed a bit off.

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