People who cultivate immortality must determine rank, while demonic cultivators fight to the death.

　　The strongest prevail among demonic cultivators.

　　Muye's appearance threatened the positions of certain individuals, so not only did the cultivators want to kill him, but the demonic cultivators did as well.

　　There were countless people knocking on our door and attempting to assassinate us every day.

　　Muye decided to take decisive action and found the demon king's lair.

　　With the last group of minions falling into the main hall, Muye entered the hall carrying me.

　　He lightly pointed his index finger at the demon king on the throne.

　　The old demon king suddenly widened his eyes, a red dot appearing on his forehead.

　　Blood gushed out from the dot, gathering and flowing down along the mountain roots.

　　Thus, he died without closing his eyes! "Greetings, Your Majesty!" The surrounding demons quickly kneeled and bowed, there was no fierce battle, just a light touch.

　　Muye's strength completely crushed their existence.

　　So they submitted! Muye became the demon king, and the righteous sects couldn't casually disturb us anymore.

　　My days became even more comfortable and pleasant.

　　I knew Muye was a hidden gem, a guaranteed investment.

　　I lay in my 1300 square meter doghouse, resting on the belly of the little sky wolf, eating grapes delivered to my mouth by palace maids.

　　Most beauties in the human realm are gentle and refined, while the beauties in the demon realm are mostly sexy and fiery.

　　I am a humble dog, and I choose the demon realm.

　　"How about this one?" I stared at the beautiful woman, who was gracefully dancing with a sword, and nodded towards the Longming Sword.

　　The Longming Sword shook slightly, seemingly refusing.

　　I suppressed the upward curve of my mouth and complained, "You old bachelor for thousands of years, so picky.

　　Next one, next one." I lived a comfortable life, but I never expected that even after hiding in the demon realm, someone would come looking for me.

　　The person who came was quite unexpected, it was the original male lead—Han Qi.

　　He may be the male lead, but even after stealing so many lucky opportunities from him, I still managed to reach a high realm.

　　However, he was now a complete spiritual cultivator.

　　When he saw Muye, he seemed surprised, "Senior Brother, how did you become like this?" "How did I become like this? Don't you have any idea in your heart? Isn't it all thanks to you!" I angrily retorted, "And what do you mean by 'like this'? I think he looks way more handsome in black clothes than when he was wearing white robes!" Who gave him the face to say such things after causing harm to others and still wearing such an expression? Muye didn't say anything, he just raised an eyebrow at Han Qi.

　　"It's my fault," Han Qi took a step back, his face filled with pain as he shook his head, "But you shouldn't have betrayed your master, destroyed Jiuyou, the place you grew up in." "If you want to fight, then fight.

　　Why so much nonsense? How did you obtain your spiritual power? Do I need to remind you?"

　　"What does the scroll of Jiuyou Chronicle record? I think you know better than me.

　　Who are you pretending to be and who are you disgusting?" I sneered at Han Qi.

　　Isn't it for the Long Ming Sword? I don't care about my face anymore.

　　Mutian looked down, his gaze filled with scrutiny.

　　Feeling a bit guilty, I shrank back and found an excuse to explain, "I saw it when I was guarding Jiuyou before." Mutian withdrew his gaze, unsure whether he believed it or not.

　　I managed to provoke the darkness in Han Qi's heart, which seemed to make him feel ashamed and angry, "You little ignorant fool, your sharp tongue really lives up to its reputation." I clenched my fists, ready to bite him if Mutian hadn't held me back.

　　Interlude from the cultivation world rumors: Wherever Demon King Mutian goes, he always carries his dog, a pure white dog whose breed cannot be discerned.

　　The dog always wears luxurious clothing and stands while urinating, making it impossible to distinguish its gender.

　　Because of this, people in the martial world call it the "male and female white strip".

　　The Long Ming Sword trembled, and I swear I saw it laughing!