Heaven Slaying Blade

After informing the Demon Lord about the sequence of taking these three elixirs, he didn't say much, just gave Chu Mo a deep look. He turned around and left, back to the room prepared only for him.

The Demon Lord in Chu Mo's eyes always seemed so calm, even somewhat indifferent.

But after returning to his room, the Demon Lord looked at the three elixirs in his palm, and his usually cold face was saturated with emotion, even... his eyes were slightly red.

The Demon Lord might not be proficient in Elixir Dao, but he could certainly distinguish between the good and the bad.

"This elixir… is a flawless… top-grade one!"

"The disciple I chose at a glance, actually got such an incredible opportunity? And in the Mortal Realm of all places… this has to be Heaven's Will!"

"Who would've thought… that one day, I would be saved by my own disciple!"

"Butterfly… can you believe it? The little fellow, who in my opinion, had no chance to call you his master in his lifetime… has actually surprised me on such a grand scale!"

"My enemies… you would never expect that one day the person you have long considered dead…. the one you nearly forgot, could still return to face you!"

"Butterfly… wait for me!"

The corners of the Demon Lord's eyes were wet. He distinguished the elixirs in his hand and immediately took the first one.

The elixir dissolved as soon as it touched his tongue. The taste wasn't good, but there was a magical force that rushed to his elixir field along his throat, and then dispersed throughout his body.

Following that… a severe pain surged in.

At this moment, a large amount of dark green substance was attached to the Demon Lord's elixir field, covering almost the entire area! This substance… was none other than the Poison of Seven Killings that had almost claimed his life!

The Poison of Seven Killings attached to his elixir field couldn't be removed at all. Then, bit by bit, it would completely take over.

When that happens, the Demon Lord would be truly crippled.

And that's not all. It would continue to eat away at the inner parts of his body, sparing none of his internal organs. When the Poison of Seven Killings spreads throughout his entire body, it would be his time to die for real!

The proud Demon Lord, how could he allow himself to become crippled?

Instead, he chose to impart all his legacy into Chu Mo's mind using the last bit of strength left in his elixir field.

Then, he faced his impending death squarely.

He didn't want to struggle on the deathbed, he didn't want anyone… to see his vulnerability!

The later change was because he had someone to worry about, and that person… was Chu Mo.

The Demon Lord wanted to witness his disciple grow completely before he could feel comfortable leaving. Thus, he took the Seven-Turned Immortal Pill.

This top-grade elixir from the Immortal Realm could not eliminate the Poison of Seven Killings, it could only temporarily suppress it to slow its spread.

In seven years, the Poison of Seven Killings would fiercely rebound, by which time the Demon Lord could very well die instantly!

But the Demon Lord never felt fear.

This proud man, knowing there was no hope for survival or revenge, had completely reconciled himself and faced death with extraordinary tranquility!

An extra seven years of life are merely to shield Chu Mo for seven years, to let him truly grow!

He just never expected, for his disciple to bring him such a significant surprise!

The Demon Lord examined his elixir field and could clearly see the power of the elixir he took, rushing toward the Poison of Seven Killings inside his elixir field.

Like a brave general on the battlefield!

Wielding his weapon, charging fearlessly towards the enemy!

However… this process was immensely painful!

The Demon Lord felt his elixir field was being punctured by millions of needles simultaneously. The sharp pain made him wish he were dead. But he just slightly furrowed his eyebrows, gritted his teeth to withstand, not making a sound.

This intense pain didn't last merely a moment, it was like tidal waves crashing against him, wave after wave, neverending!

Even with the Demon Lord's temperament, in the end, he was somewhat unable to bear it. He felt as if his elixir field was going to explode, as if all the channels in his body were going to be broken!

But from start to finish, the Demon Lord endured heavily, not letting himself make a sound.

Even if he let out a cry in pain, no one would hear, but he still insisted, maintaining his pride!

A master could never be more inferior than his disciple, right?

Finally…

When the sensation of intense pain reached its height and all converged on the Poison of Seven Killings being attacked, in the elixir field…

Boom!

A mouthful of pitch-black blood, sprayed out from his mouth, that blood, as it sprayed out and landed on the ground, astonishingly corroded the hard rock surface into numerous small and deep holes!

Just this mouthful of blood was enough to kill a large pile of innate warriors!

A tremendous and vast power burst forth from the Demon Lord's body in an instant.

Ecstasy flashed in the Demon Lord's eyes, but soon turned into horror. He began exerting all his strength to suppress this power.

Because he suddenly remembered, if he doesn't suppress it, and allows this power to continue rising, he is likely to break through the innate realm before he has time to take a second elixir, making it impossible to stay in this world.

After half a day's effort, the Demon Lord finally manages to suppress his own power, he breathed a sigh of relief, but the light of life and joy in his eyes were extremely intense.

At this time, the Demon Lord took an internal look at his elixir field and discovered that a large area of the elixir field had no trace of the Poison of Seven Killings left!

That spot was surging with a divine power that was hard to imagine!

This ... is the result of the Demon Lord forcefully suppressing it. Otherwise, that power, would have been even more ferocious, more intense.

"It seems...I can't take the second and third elixir yet... this kid, huh...!" On the Demon Lord's face, he finally couldn't hold back a smile, eyes filled with amazement.

He believed in Chu Mo, just like Chu Mo believed in him. This kind of trust between a mentor and a disciple doesn't require any reasons or explanations.

"Millions of pounds of low-level herbs, after refining their essence, have such a terrifying power... However, I'm afraid this method is the only one of its kind in this world!" The Demon Lord squinted and muttered to himself: "Even the Elixir King with the most powerful alchemy in the Elixir Sect... I'm afraid he doesn't have this method!"

The Demon Lord stood up and started to wander aimlessly around the room. Although the Poison of Seven Killings in his elixir field was just partially removed, it gave him the feeling of being reborn!

"I just wanted a disciple who could carry on my mantle, and heaven gave me a huge surprise!" The Demon Lord's eyes flicker with light: "One day, when this child steps into the Immortal Realm… what kind of storm will he stir up?"

"I'm very much looking forward to it!" A smile appeared on the Demon Lord's face.

The next morning, the Demon Lord directly threw Chu Mo into a wooden barrel filled with fresh Primordial Beast blood.

Watching Chu Mo grimacing in the barrel, the Demon Lord felt a level of contentment he could not remember feeling in a long time. He himself couldn't remember the last time he felt this good.

"Master … Why are you called Demon Lord? It's said that ... those who have this name are usually bad people." The feeling was too painful, Chu Mo had to find a way to distract himself, and the best way was to probe into his master's past.

If it had been an ordinary time, Chu Mo asking this kind of question, the Demon Lord would've probably not answered.

However, after last night's event, the Demon Lord's mentality had changed greatly.

He looked at Chu Mo and said, "A bad person? That's exactly what I am!"

Having it said, the Demon Lord sighed and said, "It is a very cliché story."

Chu Mo endured the pain that felt as if it was going to melt his soul, gritted his teeth and distorted his face as he said: "I want to hear it."

"I was born in a small sect in the Immortal Realm, both of my parents were disciples of that sect. The sect had about a thousand people, and it was almost nameless in the Immortal Realm." The Demon Lord leisurely said, with a reminiscing look in his eyes.

"Although the sect was small, it was very united, everyone could live in harmony, there was none of the scheming, my childhood was very happy. But it didn't last long. When I was fifteen, I explored a cave, supposedly left behind by an ancient Immortal, with a large group of fellow disciples. At the time, many were exploring the cave, many of whom were disciples of the major sects!"

"A large number of treasures were unearthed from the cave, all kinds of weapons, elixirs, immortal stones ... the quantity was astonishing, enough to make anyone who sees it go red with envy. We were not comparable to those disciples of the major sects, we didn't have the qualification or the ability to compete for those things. But fate … it really is determined by heaven."

The Demon Lord sighed, calmly saying: "In an inconspicuous corner, we, a group of fellow disciples, unknowingly activated some kind of mechanism, and directly entered a peculiar space, each one of us, entered a different space."

"I got the most valuable thing left by our predecessors…" The Demon Lord glanced at Chu Mo: "It's exactly what you're cultivating, Heaven's Will, My Will!"

"Master is really lucky!" Said Chu Mo.

"Lucky? Maybe... However, fortune and misfortune, who can truly tell the difference?" The Demon Lord sighed lightly: "Our sudden disappearance naturally caught the eye of others, but when they tried to enter the place we had entered, there was no chance. However, they didn't give up and stood guard at the exit of the cave."

"Planning to rob you?" Anger flashed across Chu Mo's face: "That's horrible!"

"Heh... this is nothing." The Demon Lord shook his head: "There's worse to come. There were fifteen of us, all gained unimaginable benefits. My fellow disciples all gained various powerful Immortal Techniques. If they could be brought back to the sect, I estimate it wouldn't take many years for the sect to leap into becoming a powerful sect in the Immortal Realm."

"What happened next?" Chu Mo anxiously looked at his master, because he could already see the unwilling result from his master's face.

"In the end, the fifteen of us were ambushed at the cave's entrance, and only I managed to escape." The Demon Lord's tone was very calm, but his face began to stiffen.

"They... all died?" Chu Mo felt his heart chill, he murmured: "Even if they wanted to rob... they didn't have to kill to keep their mouths shut, right?"

"You are thinking ... too simply." The Demon Lord sneered: "Without killing them, how could these inheritances become exclusive secrets?"

Hisss!

Chu Mo couldn't help but to draw a cold breath, murmuring: "Just for this?"

"This one reason is enough." The Demon Lord said: "I escaped by chance from their encirclement, but I was heavily injured. A kind girl saved me and helped me heal."

"That person... is she the mistress?" Chu Mo asked cautiously.

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