The Abusive Novel System Pleads with Me to Resign

Among the successive generations of Demon Sovereigns, Ji Yu was not one known for being particularly scheming.

Thus, his casual attitude toward the matter showed little restraint, which only fueled Old Demon Gu's resentment.

However, Ji Yu was not the type of Demon Sovereign to let risks fester unchecked. His gaze at Old Demon Gu carried a strange intensity.

"The terms were already agreed upon earlier. What's the meaning of venting your anger on the younger generation now?"

"Don't forget—as the master of the White Bone Sect, you must consider its future."

With Gu Lun and the other young talents dead in the secret realm, the White Bone Sect would inevitably face a shortage of successors.

If they didn't act soon, further setbacks or deliberate suppression from rival sects could relegate them to a second-rate demonic faction within a century.

After all, the rise and fall of sects was nothing unusual.

Old Demon Gu swallowed his rage, forced to submit under the Demon Sovereign's oppressive might.

His eyes swept over Ji Liantan before he snorted coldly. "Let's go."

Ji Liantan was displeased. "It wasn't me who killed his son. Why's the old dog pinning it on me?"

But Ji Yu had already dismissed Old Demon Gu's grievances and approached Ye Qingchen.

Seeing his long-lost eldest son now grown into a dazzlingly talented young man, the old father's eyes brimmed with pride, even glistening with unshed tears.

Ye Qingchen, however, seemed at a loss, unsure how to face his birth father.

This subtle reaction only deepened the Demon Sovereign's guilt.

Ji Liantan watched the father and son's display and felt like vomiting.

He turned away with a cold snap. "Junior Sister, let's go back."

Shen Ying shrugged. "Fine. The other junior brothers and sisters are waiting for my comfort anyway."

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Those were her own junior brothers and sisters—how could she not care for them?

Ji Yu frowned at his attitude. "Liantan, where do you think you're going?"

Ji Liantan sneered. "You and your son have reunited after so long. I wouldn't want to be in the way."

Ji Yu chided him. "Watch your tone. This is your elder brother."

"Come. The three of us—father and sons—will drink tonight until we drop."

Without waiting for Ji Liantan's consent, he dragged him back to his chambers.

Disgusted, Ji Liantan immediately pulled Shen Ying along.

In the past, he would never have wanted an audience for such nonsense, but now he clung to her like a lifeline.

The Demon Sovereign could only sigh. Shen Ying was, after all, one of his only two personal disciples.

While he didn't dote on her like a daughter, within the Joyful Union Sect, only Ji Liantan and she could catch his eye.

So he didn't refuse her presence.

Casually, he asked Shen Ying, "I heard you entered the secret realm with Qingchen."

"How did the two of you meet?"

Before Ji Liantan could fabricate an excuse, Shen Ying—the blunt fool—spoke up.

"Senior Brother had been missing his elder brother lately, so he sent me to greet him."

"When I arrived at the Profound Extremity Sect, Ye Peak Master was kind enough to let me stay for a while. That's how I became acquainted with Senior Brother Ye."

"This time, when Senior Brother Ye heard about the demonic competition's brutal, life-or-death rules, he was worried for Senior Brother's safety and came along."

Ji Liantan had been about to scold her for the nonsense about "missing his elder brother," but by the end, he nearly vomited on the spot.

A glance at Ye Qingchen revealed an equally nauseated expression.

But the Demon Sovereign was delighted. He'd heard his younger son's lifelong resentment toward his elder brother.

Yet, as a parent, he clung to the belief that blood ran thicker than water—no matter the words spoken, the heart always held hope.

Shen Ying's words, convincing enough for Ye Peak Master, worked just as well on the Demon Sovereign.

Sure enough, Ji Yu's face lit up with joy. "Good! Good! Good!"

"With you brothers watching each other's backs, your father can die with peace."

Ji Liantan couldn't take it anymore. He stood abruptly. "I didn't get the True Blood."

Ji Yu waved it off. "That's unimportant. I've identified this ancient demon's origins. It's—"

Ji Liantan cut in coldly. "Whether it's valuable or how it's handled is my business."

"That old thing invaded my consciousness, trying to possess my body. During our spiritual struggle, I saw his recent memories."

"He attempted the same with your precious eldest son but realized his constitution countered him. To escape, he handed over the True Blood as ransom."

Ji Liantan could guess Ye Qingchen's scheme—letting the ancient demon escape, knowing it would target him next, just to make him suffer.

He looked at his father, then at Ye Qingchen, and scoffed. "Weren't you here to lend me a hand?"

"Then hand over the True Blood. A righteous cultivator like you has no use for it, right?"

Ji Yu was surprised and turned to Ye Qingchen.

But Ye Qingchen only smiled warmly. "I also want that drop of True Blood."

Now the Demon Sovereign was torn. After a moment, he said to Ji Liantan, "You've always wanted my Flowing Cloud Brush, haven't you? I'll give it to you. Let your elder brother have the True Blood."

The Flowing Cloud Brush was a relic from the immortal realm, obtained through great effort. At Ji Yu's level of power, it could even alter the heavens and earth.

To reconcile his sons, he was willing to part with such a treasure.

But Ji Liantan wasn't having it. He laughed coldly. "When I ask for it normally, you say, 'This Sovereign is not just your father but the ruler of the demonic path.'"

"Now, for your eldest son, it's all 'your father' and 'here, take it.' How very paternal."

Shen Ying thought Ji Liantan was being unreasonable. If this were Ye Peak Master, he'd surely indulge the long-lost younger son out of guilt and the urge to compensate.

But Ji Liantan didn't care.

He glared at the Demon Sovereign. "I want that True Blood. Wasn't that your order? I prepared for months. Even if I throw it away, it's my choice."

Ye Qingchen chuckled. "If you want it, fine. But I earned this through my own skill. If you're willing to admit your incompetence and beg your elder brother for it as a younger sibling…"

"I might consider it."

His expression was that of a magnanimous elder brother, but his smirk shattered Ji Liantan's last shred of restraint.

Ji Liantan sneered. "I'll just take it by force."

He moved to strike, but with the Demon Sovereign present, no fight could break out.

Ji Yu's voice turned stern. "Enough!"

"I indulge your willfulness usually, but no more nonsense this time."

"Leave now. The Flowing Cloud Brush will be sent to you shortly."

With that, Ji Liantan was forcibly ejected—Shen Ying along with him.

When the Demon Lord realized that his two sons were unlikely to coexist peacefully for the time being, he decided to separate them and intended to have a heart-to-heart talk with his eldest son about the events of recent years.

After being driven out, Ji Liantan stared fixedly at the closed door. Then, enveloped in a dense aura of demonic energy, he turned away.

His gaze fell on Shen Ying, filled with obsession, as he declared, "What belongs to me, I will take back—even the things I once scorned."

"Junior Sister, you'll help me, won't you?"

Shen Ying felt a surge of excitement—this was the turning point in the plot. In the original story, Ye Qingchen had snatched the True Blood Ji Liantan had planned for, and even taunted him about it.

How could Ji Liantan tolerate such humiliation? He then ordered Shen Ying to deceive Ye Qingchen into handing over the True Blood.

He wanted Ye Qingchen to experience the agony of watching the woman he loved deliver the very treasure he had flaunted straight into Ji Liantan's hands.

But in the original plot, Shen Ying had already developed feelings for Ye Qingchen by then, torn between loyalty and love, which only entangled the situation further.

The brothers descended into a deadly feud, and the female lead, trying to intervene, was accidentally struck and killed in the crossfire.

Strangely, the entire storyline of this world spanned less than three months—unlike typical cultivation novels that stretched across millennia.

The reason was simple: the game couldn't wait.

Shen Ying had invested all her points into purchasing shares of the game. Once the transaction was completed, she would gain significant influence—something the game itself would never allow.

So, before the deal could be finalized, the game manipulated the plot to eliminate her.

Shen Ying had no objections. She, too, wanted a swift resolution.

Stepping forward, she wrapped her arms around Ji Liantan's waist and said, "If Senior Brother commands it, how could I refuse?"

"But Senior Brother Ye is already aware of my intentions. Unless I go all out, he won't yield to my wishes."

At first, Ji Liantan didn't understand her implication. Frowning, he asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Shen Ying replied, "Senior Brother, since sacrificing myself to Ye Qingchen is unavoidable, I'd prefer my first time to be with you."

Better to secure the easier target first.

The moment the words left her lips, Ji Liantan's face flushed crimson.