After a moment, Mu Changqing summoned the old Daoist priest.
"Old man, do you have any high-level body-tempering techniques?"
Since he had decided to keep Yuan Datou by his side, he naturally wouldn't neglect him.
Mu Changqing was eager to use this fellow to stomp on the so-called Son of Destiny and have some fun.
The old Daoist priest scratched his head and, after a moment of thought, a ball of golden light appeared in his right hand and was handed to Mu Changqing.
"This is the body-tempering technique created by Ancestral Dragon. It's not bad. After all, he was the most terrifying existence among the demon race's physical bodies."
Mu Changqing took the golden light and murmured,
"Ancestral Dragon?"
"He's that brave old dragon whose dragon sinews you pulled out and who you then blew up alive."
With a reminder from the old Daoist priest, Mu Changqing suddenly understood, recalling one of the Immortal Emperors of the demon race who had died at his hands during the Emperor's Fall War.
"You really are something else. You slaughtered all three Immortal Emperors of the demon race, and the entire demon race both fears and hates you."
The old Daoist priest said with a tease.
Mu Changqing waved his hand dismissively and threw the golden light into Yuan Datou's head.
He paid no attention to the miserable howling and rolling on the ground.
The demon race itself had heaven-defying luck, possessing unique advantages and incredibly powerful physical bodies.
Unfortunately, their luck had been shattered by the Emperor's Fall War. Ancestral Dragon, Ancestral Phoenix, and the First Ancestor of Qilin, all three Immortal Emperors, had perished by his hand.
Half an incense stick later, Yuan Datou, who had been lying on the ground, stopped howling and, with a look of resentment, brushed the dust off himself and stood up.
Mu Changqing, not bothering to consider his mood, raised his hand and threw out another ball of dark, terrifying light.
"Ancestral Dragon Body-Tempering Technique and the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art. Comprehend them well. If you fail to satisfy me, you know the consequences."
Before Yuan Datou could react, he fell to the ground again, howling in pain, with crimson blood seeping from his body.
Finding the noise bothersome, Mu Changqing directly threw him into another dimension, leaving him to struggle.
This fellow possessed a naturally excellent body-tempering talent, and with the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art to perfectly devour the Dao fruits of others, his future achievements would undoubtedly be extraordinary.
...
Time flew by. Mu Changqing and a few others lived in the small courtyard for ten years.
For Mu Changqing, a being of his level, ten years was but a flick of a finger.
However, for Zhang Fanchen and Yuan Datou, it was a period of extremely crucial cultivation.
In just ten years, Zhang Fanchen's cultivation had reached the peak of the Ming Dao realm. His physique had become much sturdier, his features handsome and resolute, and a sharp glint occasionally emanated from his eyes.
He had completely transformed, resembling a celestial being descended to the mortal world.
As for Yuan Datou, he remained outwardly simple and honest, but inwardly cunning, as always.
In these years, Mu Changqing would bring him out to cause trouble for the Son of Destiny whenever he had nothing else to do.
With no significant difference in their cultivation and strength, Mu Changqing would directly throw him out with a death order.
Either his opponent dies, or he dies.
As expected, relying on his unremarkable appearance and lack of cultivation, this fellow had tricked and killed many ordinary Sons of Destiny.
The Demon Realm was the second largest realm in the heavens, naturally possessing many Sons of Destiny with flourishing fortune.
Therefore, Yuan Datou's strength had also advanced by leaps and bounds in these years, with his physical strength comparable to that of a Void Immortal.
Of course, coupled with his cunning tactics, it had greatly boosted his capabilities, making him capable of tricking and killing peak Void Immortal cultivators.
One day, Mu Changqing and the old Daoist priest were leisurely sitting on lounge chairs.
Before them were Zhang Fanchen and Yuan Datou.
"Fanchen, your memories have been sealed, and with the blood feud you carry, it's time for you to prepare for your revenge. Only through the cleansing of slaughter can one become a true powerhouse. Do you understand?"
The old Daoist priest said with solemnity.
After years of being misled, Zhang Fanchen now held no good feelings for the entire demon race.
Of course, knowing the truth, he wouldn't develop any fondness for them.
Zhang Fanchen's expression became somewhat agitated, and he clenched his fists tightly.
The old Daoist priest had informed him of the demon race's actions against his parents back then.
Now that the old Daoist priest was about to restore his lost memories, how could he not be excited?
"Master, I am ready."
The old Daoist priest nodded slightly and, with a wave of his hand, a golden light enveloped Zhang Fanchen's body.
Instantly, Zhang Fanchen felt his memories flood back like a torrent. His entire body trembled with the pain of his soul and memories colliding.
However, throughout the entire process, Zhang Fanchen did not utter a single scream, unlike Yuan Datou, who lacked any backbone.
Half an incense stick later, Zhang Fanchen's contorted face gradually relaxed. His white robes were soaked with sweat.
His eyes held a complex and inexplicable sadness, and of course, hatred for the demon race.
"Mother... Mother..."
Zhang Fanchen clenched his fists tightly, his sharp nails digging into his skin, and he felt no pain even as blood flowed.
In the memories the old Daoist priest had given him, his mother had faced the most terrifying existences of the entire demon race alone to protect him.
The Five Great True Demon Kings, beings at the level of Giant Immortal Kings.
Terrifying beings who could easily suppress the heavens.
In the end, his mother paid the price of being suppressed for a hundred thousand years to save his life.
"Master, I want to return to the Holy City for revenge."
Zhang Fanchen quickly regained his composure and said with a cold voice.
The old Daoist priest shook his head and said.
"Go back, what can you do if you go back? Let alone the Five Great True Demon Kings, you are not even a match for an ordinary Demon King."
"Unless you are willing to put aside your pride and let me act on your behalf, but are you willing?"
As the destined protagonist, Zhang Fanchen's pride was his Dao.
If he abandoned his Dao, no matter how heaven-defying his physique, cultivation talent, and fortune were, he would never become a overlord of the heavens.
Therefore, if Zhang Fanchen asked the old Daoist priest to intervene, the old Daoist priest would abandon him without hesitation.
Because Zhang Fanchen, who had abandoned his Dao, was not worthy of the old Daoist priest's schemes.
Zhang Fanchen lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, then raised his head again and sighed softly, hiding the blood feud in his heart.
"Master, I understand."
"Hmm, a promising student."
The old Daoist priest nodded with satisfaction. Only those who can bend and stretch can achieve great things.
Yuan Datou, as an observer, looked hesitantly at Mu Changqing and said with a foolish smile.
"Master, were my memories also sealed? Do I have any blood feuds or anything? Can you unseal them for me? It would be quite stimulating."
Mu Changqing: ...
*Bang bang啪!*
Mu Changqing, too lazy to take action, used his will to manifest an illusionary figure and delivered a flurry of punches to Yuan Datou.
This fellow was not only thick-skinned but also unrepentant, constantly dancing on Mu Changqing's landmines.
Yuan Datou, with a wronged expression, covered his face. Was it wrong for him to want such an extraordinary past?
"Now that you two have grown somewhat, it's time for you to go out and experience the Demon Realm."
As he spoke, Mu Changqing waved his hand slightly, and a wisp of purple flame fell into the bodies of the two.
Then, in the depths of their pupils, a wisp of purple flame flickered faintly.
"This is a little something I've bestowed upon you. You can use it to see the power of others' fortune. Remember, when you go out, focus on those with golden dragon fortune."
"If anyone bullies the weak, we will sense it. Do not be afraid."
Mu Changqing paused for a moment and looked at Zhang Fanchen.
"Learn more from Yuan Datou. There is no distinction between good and evil in this world; survival is the truth. Anything that hinders your survival and becoming stronger is your enemy. Do you understand?"
"As you command, Master."
Zhang Fanchen bowed respectfully and replied.
In these years, although Mu Changqing had not taught him anything, his reverence for Mu Changqing had grown with each passing day.
The old Daoist priest, whom he revered as a celestial being and considered an omnipotent master,
did not dare to be too casual in front of Mu Changqing and was often beaten by him.
One could imagine how terrifying Mu Changqing truly was.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Datou's face once again showed a foolish smile.
Having received Mu Changqing's approval, he was naturally overjoyed.
His simple and honest demeanor was only because he dared not harbor any ill intentions towards Mu Changqing and the old Daoist priest.
As for facing Zhang Fanchen, there was no need to resort to deceitful tactics.