Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength

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Tomorrow is a good day, Meng Yu's sixteenth birthday. Of course, besides Teacher Chen, there probably isn't anyone else who remembers this day.

Well, maybe Little Swallow knows, she has been acting mysteriously these past several days, as if she wants to do something, saying that I'm older than you by half a year, just wait for the surprise your sister has for you.

By a fortunate coincidence, Meng Yu also wants to properly celebrate.

The Meng Family's large estate is extraordinarily lively today. Old Master Meng is eighty-one this year, and his children and grandchildren gather around him. Though there are incessant squabbles on regular days, today, everyone still happily extends their congratulations to Old Master Meng.

No matter what, the Meng Family is now a great clan in Greenwood City. Even though they have yet to produce a Foundation Building Cultivator, they're still considered a local prominent family.

Today is a family banquet. There are no outsiders in the house, just the family gathered together boisterously. At this moment, the old butler stepped forward.

"Old Master, Meng Yu requests an audience, and he seems to bear ill will."

"What does that unfilial wretch want?"

Old Master Meng's face also turned livid with rage. He was utterly convinced that Meng Tianyou's death was related to Meng Yu. Meng Yu had crossed the line — if it weren't for the warnings of powerful individuals, he would have already taken Meng Yu's life!

"He's also carrying a sword on his back, refusing to take it off."

The butler added another sentence. Wearing a sword is the custom of this era, but for junior family members to visit their elders and refuse to lay down their swords signifies a complete break in relations.

"Very well, very well, I actually want to see what he really intends to do!" said Old Master Meng with a cold laugh, ordering Meng Yu to be called in.

"You little beast, what do you want!"

Meng Tianyou's wife was the one who spoke; she started shouting and cursing out loud.

"I've looked into the roots of the Meng Family and found out that a hundred years ago, Meng Haoyu (Old Master Meng's father), was a thug and bully with a criminal record. Later, he got lucky, married into a rich family, and began to prosper. In theory, it takes three generations to cultivate a respectable demeanor. After so many years, the Meng Family ought to carry themselves with some dignity, but..."

Meng Yu shook his head, "Guests should be welcome at the door, yet you don't even understand that much."

"Heh, what are you trying to say?" Old Master Meng asked with a sneer.

He achieved Qi Cultivation Great Perfection over a decade ago. Although he's now old and weakened, he certainly isn't afraid of Meng Yu.

"Nothing much. I just want to ask who pissed in the urn of ashes."

Meng Yu's voice suddenly turned cold.

At that moment, he remembered all the past experiences of his previous life. At the age of ten, he lost his parents and was taken into the custody of these seemingly kind and gentle people. They weren't foolish enough to hit or scold him, but the silent abuse never stopped. They created countless obstacles in his path to growth, including preventing him from obtaining the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, driving him into a corner. This old master didn't pay any mind because he didn't see any value in this "brat."

To him, those without value could just serve as whetstones for others.

"Pissing? Someone pissed in your parents' urn of ashes?"

"If someone did, you should report it to the police, shouldn't you? Why come here, unless you think we haven't added enough?"

"Oh, how pitiful, I'm almost dead from laughter," they said, each one laughing as if they'd heard the most joyous news.

Some approached Meng Yu, reaching out to slap his face.

A yellow light flashed; the Golden Eight-Gate Diagram was activated, shielding the entire old mansion. Of course, the people inside couldn't leave now, including to send out any messages.

Though someone had already posted the scene of Meng Yu barging in to create a disturbance on their circle of friends, the video had stopped just as Meng Yu asked who had peed.

The next instant, a flash of sword light swept through.

Sword light swift as a shuttle, it penetrates with a single point.

The man's voice stopped abruptly, leaving only a speck of blood on his forehead.

The sword was excellent, and the swordsmanship even better!

The three deadly moves of the White Crane Swordsmanship, the Crane Spirit Needle, just a simple thrust, but one that erupted with earth-shattering force.

The man who had reached for his face was the most highly skilled martial practitioner of his generation in the Meng Family. He had prepared himself completely as he stood up to challenge.

He was on the fifth level of Qi Refinement; he was proficient in the Flying Dragon Eight Forms, and he also had a magic artifact at his disposal. He didn't think Meng Yu was anything to fear at all!

Then, Meng Yu struck with a single sword thrust.

The man fell to the ground like rotten wood, as a cry of horror filled the room.

"A few days ago, Taibai University agreed to admit me in advance and offer me the highest scholarship. At the same time, a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator agreed to be my teacher. The reason?"

A drop of crimson blood glistened on the sword edge.

"Have you received a warning to not harass me?"

That drop of fresh blood finally fell to the ground.

"Perhaps you think it was one of my father's comrades-in-arms or my mother's superior who couldn't stand to watch anymore and intervened. But you never considered another possibility."

The blood hit the immaculate floor, blooming like red plum blossoms.

"I am actually a suppressed genius. Not only have I become a Qi Refinement Practitioner, but I have also mastered the Sword Intent of the Wind."

His eyebrows twitched, and then, with another sweep of his sword, he struck again.

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Like a white crane spreading its wings in the wind, or a gentle breeze brushing the face, this sword, named White Crane Spreads Its Wings!

The flawless circle of the sword parried the desperate attacks of two assailants; neither their magic artifacts nor their weapons could penetrate it.

Then, with a pivot and a slice of the sword light, not only did the two men fall to the ground, but the two lurking attackers behind them perished as well.

White Crane Swordsmanship's essence lies in mimicking the wing flaps and sharp beak strikes of a white crane; its defense graceful and impeccable, its offense as swift as a white crane pecking fish out of water.

In an instant, six out of the more than thirty people in the hall had died, and that was when Old Master Meng finally realized what was happening.

His face turned an alarming shade of pale!

While the Immortal Sect preached equality between immortals and mortals, citizens were divided into different ranks, and the greater the contribution, the greater the power one received. The Meng family had exhausted all their resources for years to cultivate a young Qi Refinement Practitioner of Fourth Rank, but the prospect of reaching Foundation Establishment was utterly non-existent.

And now, Meng Yu stood before everyone, informing them that he had grasped the Sword Intent on his fifteenth birthday, and he was here to kill.

"Meng Yu, I..."

He wanted to say something, but with a flick of Meng Yu's hand in the void, the Golden Eight-Gate Diagram began to change, walls of golden light isolating everyone to prevent them from banding together.

"Let this be dignified, please!"

The grandson did not curse or rage; what he possessed was a deep, deep intent to kill.

Turning around to look at those relatives and descendants who would fight over any advantage but were now retreating, and then back at Meng Yu.

Profound regret surged in his heart, but at this moment, there was only one path left: to battle fiercely.

He too had once devoted himself to martial training; his Moonbreaker Blade Technique had reached the realm of Perfection. The boy before him hadn't practiced as long as he had, and his True Qi wasn't as profound; there was no need to be afraid of him!

As the weapon entered his grasp, a blade light, like a whiplash, swept towards Meng Yu, who then saw a white crane stretching its limbs before him.

Meng Yu's swordsmanship was not fast, one could even see every move, yet those actions were so graceful, pinpointing the critical moments of the blade technique!

His sword always appeared at the perfect place, streaks of sword light passing beside him like feathers from a white crane, blocking every line of attack and then to his horror, he saw the crane's wings unfold.

Realm never decides the outcome of a battle, let alone since Old Master Meng hadn't engaged in a fight with anyone for over a decade.

Old Master Meng still wanted to say something, he even thought of kneeling to beg for mercy—anything to stay alive, no matter the cost...

A slash of light, and Old Master Meng's head fell to the ground.

The most formidable member of the Meng family was dead, leaving the rest in a panic. They tried to flee, but the Golden Eight-Gate Diagram trapped them securely within the estate.

Some begged Meng Yu for mercy; others loudly reminded him of the times they had held him when he was a child.

"Enough talk."

Once he started, there was no room for mercy. Meng Yu slaughtered them as one would chop vegetables, until only two were left.

His aunt, and the cousin hailed as a genius.

"Tell me, did you do it?"

With a flash of the long sword, his cousin's arm fell to the ground.

"You lunatic! So what if I pissed in a pot, what's it to you?"

The hand holding the sword fell to the ground, and in that instant, his cousin finally collapsed. "You bastard, you..."

Then, with another strike, his other hand dropped to the ground.

"No, please, no!"

At that moment, the plump woman finally realized what was happening and threw herself forward, trying to say something to Meng Yu, but a spray of blood shot out, and she fell to the ground.

"Curse again, I want to hear it."

Meng Yu watched the last survivor, his cousin, and spoke.

"I pissed in your parents' urn, you..."

Good, that was the piece he needed; the recorder he carried had captured everything, and then, a sword thrust pierced his cousin's brainstem, silencing his voice forever.

"Heh."

He turned around, looking at the room transformed into a hellish scene—these were his blood relatives, once related to him in every possible way.

His mother, who had tried everything possible to fit into this group, his father, who had groveled and tried to get along with them, and he, at ten years old, naively thought that, no matter what, these people were his uncles, grandfathers, and relatives. He had nodded, allowing them to become his guardians, and at sixteen, he had used all his means, only to be trapped by them.

At this moment, Meng Yu felt as if he could hear the original soul's manic laughter and sobs.

Do not commit small evils.

Settlement.

In his Divine Sense, a shiny black lotus seed pulsed, upon it a character: Hundred.

Becoming a demon brings Hundredfold Strength!

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