Duan Ze took out the communication token, casually waved a barrier around himself, and answered, “What’s up?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communication token, then came Xiao Wuchen’s gloomy and angry voice, “Just you wait.”

“Huh?” Before Duan Ze could ask what was going on, the other side had already hung up.

He looked bewildered, feeling like he was back in school being challenged to a fight, with someone shouting not to leave after school.

…

Let’s rewind to over ten days ago.

Xiao Wuchen stood at the center of the wilderness, looking down at the fourteen demonic artifacts he had exchanged for, placed on the ground.

After swapping bodies, his storage ring was taken by Duan Ze, and now, apart from a dirty dress, he only had the voice transmission talisman that had floated in mid-air and got him struck by lightning.

He didn’t even have a place to store these demonic artifacts.

Duan Ze seemed to know the function of each demonic artifact, giving him fourteen all of the healing type, none with any offensive power, not even a flying artifact, leaving him to carry them himself.

The man irritably rubbed his forehead, only to touch the two golden rings still hanging from his horns, which he angrily tore off and crushed on the ground.

“Duan Ze…” Xiao Wuchen ground the name of the culprit in his mouth with hatred, then crouched down to pick up all fourteen demonic artifacts.

The killing intent emanating from the Demon Lord was unrestrained and surged violently, causing the surrounding creatures to hide in their burrows, trembling. Some, unable to withstand the fright, even died suddenly in their nests.

Demonic qi condensed under Xiao Wuchen’s feet, and with one step, he shrank the distance of a thousand miles, soon finding Mo Han and their spaceship.

At the time, Mo Han and the others stood far away to avoid being caught in the crossfire of the duel, so they didn’t see the transaction between the two.

When Xiao Wuchen returned, they had just patched up the hole in the spaceship.

Seeing the Demon Lord’s gloomy face and the obviously wrong number of demonic artifacts, they didn’t dare ask too much, silently standing in a row, waiting for instructions.

The Demon Lord shoved all the demonic artifacts to Mo Han, who stood at the front, and said, “Put them back in the box and return to the Demon City.”

“Yes,” they all responded, each moving into action.

Xiao Wuchen turned and went into the cabin, where Mo Han and the others had tidied up, looking no different from usual.

He washed his body in the pool, checked the wounds left on him, none of which were deep, estimating they would heal in less than half a day.

After washing, Xiao Wuchen walked to the round bed, pulled a small glass ball hanging from the bed frame, and the other side of the cabin wall cracked open, revealing a whole row of clothes.

He casually picked one to change into, then walked out.

During this time, the Demon Lord’s face remained sour, exuding an aura of “stay away,” causing Mo Han and the others to take detours.

Xiao Wuchen walked to the edge of the spaceship, placed his hand on the railing, and looked at the gloomy sky outside, his brows furrowed.

Now, most of the Demon City probably knew about him going out in women’s clothing, and the remaining sixty-plus demonic artifacts were all taken by Duan Ze. If those old geezers found out, they’d surely scold him using his father’s name.

Xiao Wuchen’s fingers tightened, crushing the railing on the spaceship.

The spaceship soon brought them back to the gates of the Demon City, and Xiao Wuchen spent the whole journey thinking about how to deal with the mess Duan Ze had left him. But as soon as he stepped off the spaceship, he saw a burly man in a yellow floral dress walking past him.

Xiao Wuchen: “…?”

What the heck?

He frowned again, a bad premonition rising in his heart.

“What’s wrong, Lord?” Mo Han put away the spaceship, turned to see Xiao Wuchen standing still, and called out in confusion.

Xiao Wuchen shook his head, thinking he must have been seeing things.

Then, on his way back to the palace, every ten people, there would be one demon soldier in a long dress of various colors kneeling to him.

For the first time, Xiao Wuchen looked directly at his subjects.

In a low voice, he asked Mo Han, who was following him, “Do you know why they’re wearing such clothes?”

“Maybe… they’re imitating someone they admire,” Mo Han, having been dumbfounded the whole way, thought for a moment and concluded.

The Demon Lord is the highest authority in the demon realm, having reached a level of cultivation unattainable by ordinary people at a young age, so there must be many who admire him.

Even if they couldn’t understand some of the Lord’s actions, there would still be those who would deliberately mimic them.

Xiao Wuchen didn’t believe his subjects would go to such lengths, especially since no one knew better than him whether he was popular in the demon realm.

His eyes darkened, and just before reaching the palace, he suddenly stopped, standing in front of a kneeling guard in a white dress. The guard, upon seeing Xiao Wuchen’s shoes, trembled all over, burying his head even lower, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The guard only hoped the Lord was just stopping by and would soon leave.

But instead, a cold voice came from above.

“Look up.”

The guard’s throat tightened, his body trembling uncontrollably, feeling as if all the blood in his limbs had been drained, leaving a chill. Fearful, he struggled to lift his head, glancing at the Demon Lord whose expression was indistinguishable in the backlight.

“Who told you to wear such clothes?” Xiao Wuchen looked at the trembling person kneeling on the ground. After a glance, the person quickly averted their gaze, causing Xiao Wuchen to frown.

Those eyes held nothing but fear.

Everyone feared him.

It seemed only Duan Ze looked at him without any fear in his eyes.

The guard swallowed, hands gripping the ground, trembling as he replied, “It was… it was my own choice.”

“And you?” Xiao Wuchen turned to another guard in a woman’s dress.

The person lowered their head further, their voice trembling so much it was almost inaudible, “I… I did too.”

“Really?” Xiao Wuchen chuckled coldly, looking at the two, “Benzun doesn’t need disloyal people. I’ll give you one more chance, tell the truth.”

After he spoke, the two guards trembled even more, tears forced out, their backs soaked with cold sweat, faces pale and blue, clearly terrified to the extreme, but they just kept kowtowing without saying a word.

“Interesting.” Xiao Wuchen raised an eyebrow, directly condensing his divine sense into a line and forcefully invading the other party’s sea of consciousness. The two guards convulsed, sitting up straight, heads thrown back, eyes rolling up, faces contorted in pain.

They involuntarily let out whimpering sounds.

This was a soul-searching technique, which could only be performed by someone with an extremely strong divine sense to read others’ memories without permission, and a slight mistake could cripple a person.

The maids and guards kneeling nearby were so scared they lost their voices, tears streaming down, biting their lips to keep from fainting or making a sound.

Xiao Wuchen quickly browsed through the two’s memories, seeing the man who made them wear dresses, then withdrew his divine sense. In the next moment, the two guards collapsed to the ground, their fates unknown.

“So, their families were captured, huh? That can be understood, quite filial. Reward them with some money tomorrow and let them go home to care for their families,” Xiao Wuchen said, rubbing his temples, feeling slightly fatigued from forcibly reading two people without damaging their sea of consciousness.

“Yes,” Mo Han nodded, looking at the two guards without a hint of sympathy.

Outside the Demon City, the demon realm didn’t care about money at all. Since they could deceive the Lord for their families, they could surely do so elsewhere.

The Demon Lord wouldn’t allow such people in his Demon City.

Though these two were just the chickens to scare the monkeys.

Xiao Wuchen brushed aside the hair on his face, knowing only one person would dare mock him in such a way.

“Bring the Second Elder here.” With a wave of his hand, the person following him disappeared instantly, and in no time, a disheveled man, barefoot and struggling, was brought over.

Upon seeing Xiao Wuchen, the man paused, shook off the hands holding him, and asked in confusion, “Nephew, you’re back? Why did you call me over?”

“Address me as Lord,” Xiao Wuchen glanced at the Second Elder, pointing at the guards in women’s clothing lying nearby, and asked, “Do you think they look good dressed like that?”

The Second Elder’s face changed upon seeing the guards, realizing he might have been found out. He quickly stepped forward, smiling at Xiao Wuchen, “They look good. A man can wear whatever he likes.”

“Is that so? If the Second Elder thinks they look good, Mo Han, go to the embroidery shop and get a few for the Second Elder to try on.” Xiao Wuchen’s lips curled up, but his eyes held no trace of a smile.

Mo Han cupped his hands, “Yes.”

Before the words were finished, he was gone.

“This, Nephew… Lord, isn’t this inappropriate?” The Second Elder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Wasn’t Xiao Wuchen supposed to be away for a while? How did he suddenly appear here?!

“Benzun’s actions need your approval?” Xiao Wuchen’s cold eyes fixed on him. The man’s features bore some resemblance to Xiao Wuchen’s, but not as striking.

As the youngest brother of Xiao Wuchen’s father, Xiao Miao wasn’t much older than Xiao Wuchen, but he was wild and unruly, relying on his clan’s backing. As the Second Elder, he rarely attended court, and when in the Demon City, he did as he pleased, knowing Xiao Wuchen couldn’t touch him.

But this time, Xiao Wuchen didn’t turn a blind eye to his behavior as usual, seemingly serious.

Xiao Miao’s face showed a bit of embarrassment, his previously simple panic now mixed with fear. Though feeling aggrieved, he wisely yielded, “Fine, I’ll change, I’ll change.”

At this moment, Mo Han returned with dresses, and Xiao Miao, seeing the deliberately smaller clothes, felt even a dog beside Xiao Wuchen was here to humiliate him. As the Second Elder, he had no dignity, muttering softly, “Mixed-breed dog picking clothes, indeed…”

Before Xiao Miao could finish, he felt a pain in his abdomen, and Xiao Wuchen kicked him, sending him flying a hundred meters away, only stopping when he hit a palace wall.

“Cough, cough!” Xiao Miao fell from the wall, spitting blood, several ribs likely broken.

He looked at Xiao Wuchen in shock, not expecting him to really act, and so harshly. The grievance in his heart erupted, “Cough! Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell my father? Who do you think helped you ascend the throne so young?”

Xiao Wuchen adjusted his clothes, flicking them behind him, and with a slight movement, appeared before Xiao Miao, looking at him as if he were an ant, “Do you think he’d act against Benzun for your minor injuries? You overestimate yourself.”

Xiao Miao glared, but the other was right. Seeing Xiao Wuchen’s confident demeanor, he recalled the other’s torturous methods, and fear turned his face pale, silencing him.

“Benzun sees the Second Elder enjoys these clothes. You probably can’t wear them in the clan, but it’s fine. This is your nephew’s territory. When you come, wear whatever you like,” Xiao Wuchen bent slightly, smiling kindly, “Just don’t change.”

“…Mm, mm.” Xiao Miao, meeting those eyes, suddenly remembered when his brother was alive, he once joked about his sister-in-law, and the look in his eyes was the same.

Though smiling, it carried endless coldness.

After this incident, the Second Elder left the Demon City overnight, and those ordered by him to wear dresses all changed back to normal clothes. The matter of the Demon Lord wearing women’s clothes was buried in their hearts, never to be mentioned again.

In the following days, elders from the major demon families came one by one to inquire about the demonic artifacts, but Xiao Wuchen refused to see them, staying in his palace, not stepping out.

By the time they gave up and left, over ten days had passed.

Xiao Wuchen lightly tapped his ear, restoring his sealed hearing. He got out of bed, in a good mood, planning to breathe the fresh air outside and check on his prized Mulberry Hazel Forest.

But when his gaze fell on it, he saw only bare branches, devoid of spiritual qi, standing lonely.

All dead, every single one.

Xiao Wuchen stood there, dumbfounded, speechless for a long time.

He stepped forward to check and found the spiritual power transmission seals he had carved had been erased.

“Who did this?!” The man’s suppressed voice echoed in anger.

Previously, to prevent the Mulberry Hazel trees from withering due to a sudden cut-off of spiritual power, he had cultivated a batch that could survive over twenty days even in the demon realm without spiritual power. But now they were dead.

This meant the seals had been erased over twenty days ago, and the only one who could and would do it at that time was Duan Ze, who had swapped bodies with him.

“You again!” Xiao Wuchen’s eyes reddened with anger. He took a bead from his newly acquired storage ring and crushed it. In less than a cup of tea’s time, Mo Han appeared, kneeling before him, “Lord, what are your orders?”

Xiao Wuchen had calmed by now, speaking in a flat tone, “Where is Duan Ze?”

Mo Han, hearing his tone, felt a chill on his scalp, not daring to delay, succinctly replied, “He went to the Hunling Sect to watch the Sky-reaching Iron Tree bloom.”

“Flower viewing?” Xiao Wuchen laughed, but Mo Han, kneeling before him, was chilled by the coldness emanating from him.

Xiao Wuchen nodded, “Good, very good, excellent.”

He took out the voice transmission talisman from his storage ring, calling the person on the other side.

After a long wait, Duan Ze’s voice came through, “What’s up?”

Xiao Wuchen took a deep breath, suppressing the anger that had been stirred up again, and replied, “Just you wait.”

I’m coming for you soon.

Author’s Note: Xiao Wuchen hugging his hard-grown saplings, pointing at Duan Ze, “Don’t leave after school!”

Duan Ze: “?”

[Is it long enough? Little readers, quickly praise me! (Puffs out chest)]

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

Collected! Shut down! Sleep!

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

Yin Liuqi: “Damn!”

This shou is not that shou, Yin Liuqi thought of the future days of being abused, rubbing his hands eagerly.

However, before he could act, the scumbag gong got into a car accident and lost his memory, looking at him with confused eyes, asking, “Are you my wife? You seem so familiar…”

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

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Gu Shao transmigrated into an old-fashioned scumbag novel. To transmigrate back, he had to follow the plot.

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

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

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