The Villainous Eldest Senior Brother and His Yandere Junior Sisters

Deep within the Qinglan mountain range, in a vast chasm so dark and profound that its bottom could not be seen.

"Master... where are you taking me?"

Feeling the increasingly heavy demonic aura from the earth veins, Ye Chen had a bad premonition and asked hurriedly.

"One of the Qinglan Sect's three forbidden lands, known as the Coiling Dragon Abyss," Yuanyi said with a smile.

"The Coiling Dragon Abyss? Is that 'Great One' dwelling here then?" Ye Chen uttered, his voice husky.

"Using the term 'dwelling' doesn't seem quite appropriate." Yuanyi sighed lightly. "He was once the foremost cultivator in the Central State's Cultivation World, a peerless genius who single-handedly founded the Sky Yin Demon Sect. Unfortunately, he fell in love with a Saintess from the Cihang Sword Sect. Ensnared by her scheme, he was ultimately defeated by a coalition of the Four Great Orthodox Paths and sealed here."

"I understand! Master, you intend to release him, destroy Qinglan, and restore the might of the Demon Path, don't you?" Ye Chen asked tentatively.

"'HEH HEH. Let's not speak about this for now. You will know once you've met this 'Great One'!" Yuanyi chuckled dryly, then took the young man by the hand. "Let's go. It's not far from here. Don't say anything later; I will handle everything."

"Yes!"

The two continued down the terrifying slope, descending for the time it takes half an incense stick to burn.

Finally, in a low-lying area shrouded in black fog, they saw an ancient, dilapidated pagoda.

The words "Demon Suppression Tower" were inscribed on the pagoda in large, golden, ancient seal script.

A dense, heavy yin energy permeated the surroundings, and demonic obstacles abounded. The source of the malevolent aura they had encountered along the way must be here.

Ye Chen swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the pagoda. Its body, the surrounding ground, and the mottled walls were all covered with densely packed runes and formations.

He could fully imagine the terror of the being sealed within.

"Master, I see many stewards around... they seem to be directly under the jurisdiction of Mount Taicang's Demon Suppressing Hall. These people are all elite experts, one in a hundred, with profound Mana. Are we really going to barge in like this?" Ye Chen asked nervously.

"Hush, not a sound." Yuanyi placed a finger to his lips. "Have you forgotten what I told you at the public trial? When it comes to fighting, I'm no match for Xiao Hongling. But in matters of worldly wisdom and connections, there's no one in the Qinglan Sect who wouldn't give me face."

"Half of these stewards of the Demon Suppressing Hall were recommended to the Elders by me, and the other half have, more or less, received my favor. So... HEH HEH." As Yuanyi said this, he swaggered ahead.

"Greetings, Chairman Yuanyi!"

Seeing him, a group of patrolling stewards quickly came forward and bowed.

"HEH HEH, my dear nephews, no need for such formalities." Yuanyi's gaze swept past the crowd, fixing on the leader—a man whose cultivation was at the Nascent Soul mid-stage and possessed a powerful aura. "Steward Wu," Yuanyi said, "I've recently detected a surge of malevolent energy from beneath Qinglan. Fearing an impending incident, I've come specifically to check the Coiling Dragon Abyss."

"This..." The leader in charge of guarding the place, Wu Gang, looked troubled and said, "Please forgive me, Chairman Yuanyi! The Sect Leader has given a strict order! Without the Sect Leader's token from Dragon Head Peak, no one is permitted to enter this place!"

"Audacious!" Yuanyi's expression darkened. "I merely wish to investigate the area around the pagoda. Are you suggesting you don't trust me, Steward Wu? Don't forget who helped you ascend to the position of Chief Steward of the Demon Suppressing Hall! And don't forget, you are a Disciple I personally accepted into the sect!"

"I..."

Ultimately, Wu Gang gritted his teeth, stepped aside to clear a path, and made an inviting gesture.

"Let's go, my Disciple Ye Chen. Go meet that 'Great One' and welcome your new life!" Yuanyi transmitted to the black-robed youth via Communication Secret Method, his voice filled with an irresistible allure.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, staring at the top of the pagoda where, within a dense cloud of blood-red mist, a ghostly face was faintly discernible. He felt a wave of hesitation.

He knew perfectly well. Once he stepped through this gate, it would mean that he, the Son of Destiny, would completely plunge into darkness! But... at this point, what other choice did he have?

Lin Xiao... from now on, the sole purpose of this Princely Heir's existence is to hunt you down and exterminate you!

Thinking of the man who had cast him down from the supreme Nine Heavens into this endless abyss, the youth's eyes turned bloodshot. His fists clenched tightly, and he finally stepped into the pagoda grounds.

The very instant the youth's hand touched the Demon Suppression Tower, the ancient demon—who had been suppressed within for three thousand years, his resentment soaring to the heavens—revealed a frantic and ferocious smile!

"GYEGYEGYEGYE..."

"Ah... what a delectable body of a Son of Destiny!"

"And it's pure golden destiny from the Upper Realm!"

"That brat Yuanyi didn't deceive me!"

"With this world's foremost Son of Destiny as my right-hand man, I, the Sky Yin Blood Demon, will undoubtedly rise again and transform this mortal realm into an endless blood hell once more!"

After confirming that Yuanyi had gone to keep watch, Ye Chen bowed deeply to the towering, indistinct demonic figure at the top of the pagoda, paying his respects.

"This humble child, Ye Chen, wishes to honor Lord Blood Demon as my adoptive father!"

A true man knows when to bend and when to stand tall! Rather than kowtow to that bald donkey Yuanyi, it's better to submit to someone far more ruthless! Besides, this is merely a temporary measure! Once he, Ye Wudi, makes his comeback, all these ghouls, demons, and evil creatures—they will all die!

「The juncture between the Eastern Region and the North Territory of Central State.」

Upon a desolate stretch of the Gobi Desert.

The eight hundred thousand Beichuan elite knights, having united more than half of the North Territory, marched forward with unstoppable momentum, clad in armor that radiated a majestic golden king's luck.

In the center of the army, a stunningly beautiful girl with long blue hair, sharp and well-defined features, and heterochromatic eyes, sat upon the Skeleton King's Chariot, holding her queen's scepter.