So I Am A Demon Descendent!

Wang Qing supported himself the walls of the arrow tower as his knuckles turned white. He broke the bricks with his bare hands. He was different from Wang Chen, who had been sent to the sect by his parents when he was eight years old. He had no parents ever since he was young. When the head of the sect was travelling down the mountain, he found Wang Qing, who had been abandoned by his heartless parents in his infancy. Then, he brought him back to Quanzhen and raised him up.

Taisu’s background was similar. She was also an orphan.

Wang Qing and Taisu were childhood sweethearts who played together with each other. As they aged, Taisu’s appearance became more and more vivid. Wang Qing had been admiring Sister Taisu ever since they were teenagers. Sister Taisu, who was cold and a loner, was the closest to him. The relationship between the two was excellent. He believed that Taisu felt the same way about himself. It was just because of sect rules that she could not express her feelings to him.

At this moment, seeing Sister Taisu embracing and kissing Wang Chen was like a wife seeing her husband and his mistress rolling in the sheets. The anger he felt was equivalent to the “I came first!” feeling.

Li Xianyu looked at this guy’s expression of grief and indignation, and a song came to mind: “I should be under the car, not in the car, seeing how sweet you guys are…”

In fact, he had a good impression of Wang Qing. During this period of time, he secretly observed that Wang Qing, although a little more rigid and serious, was one of the few people who adhered to the sect rules. He didn’t drink nor go whoring with girls. He was like an all-powerful hermit who had no desires. He loved Sister Taisu with all his heart.

This event fully proved that the spare tire couldn’t beat the lackey. The lackeys finally won a game. In addition, Wang Chen was not an innocent lackey. He was a jerk. Jerks knew how to play the field. Wang Qing was like an otaku who kept to himself. Pretty girls would fall for jerks, not otakus. Jerks knew how to give them presents, flirt with them, and deal with them.

Wait, this was the Demonic Priest’s memory, not a TV series. I can see Wang Qing, which meant…

Wang Chen was a scheming boy. He had realized that Wang Qing was secretly watching them. Hence, he took the initiative and kissed Sister Taisu, in order to spite Wang Qing on purpose.

Kissing the goddess was every lackey’s dream. The scent of first love slowly brewed within Taisu and Wang Chen’s hearts, as it gradually became stronger. However, it was only short-lived, as the war consumed any such feelings.

From May 27, 1944 to June 16, 1944, after a brutal field battle, the Japanese forces approached Changsha. During this period, Wang Chen had more than ten near-death experiences.

Little Monk Yuanzhi died outside the city of Changsha in battle. Before he died, his hands were clasped and he sat among the corpses. Eventually, he was beheaded by the Japanese army.

Wang Chen was hit hard.

The next day, Elder Xuanji of Quanzhen Sect died under the cannons. His body was entirely vaporized.

Wang Chen had written in his diary: the peach blossom wine owed to my youngest uncle will never be repaid. I will never brew wine again in my life.

Li Xianyu had almost witnessed the transformation of a teenager into a man, not only physically, but also mentally. The smile on his face became less and less frequent. There was always a knot in between his eyebrows. He had jumped out of his youth, becoming a stern man of few words.

A boy needed to embark on a long path in order to become a man. Wang Chen had transformed from a boy into a man in a little over a month.

On the 15th, Changsha was surrounded.

On the 17th, Yuelu Mountain fell.

On the 18th, the Japanese army launched a total offensive. There were more than 200 fighter planes from both sides, drowning Changsha with heavy fire.

On the 19th, the national army retreated.

The fourth defense battle of Changsha, which was rarely talked about in later generations, even unknown to others, ended with the national army suffering an utter defeat.

The Japanese pursued the defeated national army and walloped the soldiers that escaped. Xuanzhen sacrificed himself to allow his disciples to escape. At that time, of the 80 disciples of Quanzhen Sect, only less than 20 survived.

Li Xianyu followed the view of Wang Chen. He escaped all the way and finally stopped in a small mountain village on the edge of Hunan.

At this time, Li Xianyu realized that found that Wang Chen and Taisu had been separated. The rest of the disciples of Quanzhen Sect were forced to split into two parties. Wang Chen escaped to the mountain village with his younger junior, while Sister Taisu was nowhere to be found.

…

Li Xianyu woke up from his bed. The sun was shining outside his window. He pushed open the window and looked at the bustling streets of Fuzhou. It was like he had entered another world.

The breeze blew into the room, and his face was cold. He reached out and stroked his cheek, and found that his face was full of tears. Li Xianyu suddenly found out how precious a peaceful and healthy life was, as he looked at the prosperous and rich city.

He had only experienced one battle in the Second World War, but it seemed like he had lived more than half of his life there.

The dream was over. The memory of the Demonic Priest stopped abruptly after the fall of Changsha. Maybe the memories of a lingering spirit was limited, or maybe he was reluctant to recall what happened after that.

Li Xianyu couldn’t wait to know what happened after, but the dream was passive. He couldn’t actively explore the Demonic Priest’s memories.

“The Demonic Priest should have organized guerrilla squads in that small mountain village and continued to resist Japanese soldiers. But, what happened to Sister Taisu? What about his younger junior?”

“With the both of their talents, they will surely become a famous member of Quanzhen Sect in the future. Well, I shall ask Mo Fei.”

Mo Fei’s abilities were related to memory. She was a living USB drive. Except for some top secret information, most of Baoze’s files were recorded in her brain. In wuxia novels, she was the Wang Yuyan of the demon descendants’ community.

Li Xianyu dialled Mo Fei’s phone number. At six o’clock in the morning, she hadn’t got out of bed, and her voice was lazy. “What’s up? Why are you disturbing people in the early morning?”

“Do me a favor. I want to check on someone,” Li Xianyu said.

“I’ll do it when I get to work. I want to sleep.”

“Go to work and sleep then. After all, you’re a file manager. You idle around all day.”

“Hey, is this how you ask people for favours?”

“Help me check on Taisu and Little Sister of Quanzhen Sect.”

“What the hell is Little Sister? Is there such a moniker?”

Eh? Li Xianyu reacted fiercely. Fuck, he didn’t even know what Little Sister was named.

It was all Wang Chen’s fault. That was what he called her all day. In addition, he looked at things from the perspective of Wang Chen. After a long time in his memories, he didn’t even know what her name was.

“Check on Taisu then.”

“You’ll have to wait for work. How can I know who she is when you just give me a random name? When I get to work, I’ll check on Quanzhen Sect for you.”

Li Xianyu waited patiently until eight o’clock, and asked Great-Grandma to go to the top floor for breakfast. They bumped into Jia Zheng and Chu Lin along the way. The charming and lively young girl came up to say hello and show concern towards Great-Grandma’s injuries.

After a few days of recuperation, Great-Grandma had recovered a lot. Occasionally, a wisp of white hair appeared between her blue hairs, and the wrinkles had faded. However, her skin was not as smooth and delicate as before, and its overall appearance was dim.

It would take a while to recover completely.

Jia Zheng was a qualified lackey. He knew his goddess’s taste and helped her to take a good breakfast.

“It’s not right for you to do this,” Li Xianyu rapped, looking at Jia Zheng’s back. “If you don’t want to, don’t accept others’ kindness.”

Otherwise, it would be leading him on.

Chu Lin explained to Li Xianyu awkwardly, “I can’t throw this away too, right? I’m helpless.”

Li Xianyu nodded and asked, “How is your leader?”

Jia Zheng was coming back with his breakfast and took over the conversation. “The captain is heavily injured and needs a long time to recuperate.”

As he finished his words, he gave Li Xianyu a cordial smile. “Brother Li, do you still have that magical medicine?”

He was actually older than Li Xianyu.

“No more.” Li Xianyu refused.

It was okay if he didn’t die. There was no need to draw his own blood to save people. Great-Grandma was seriously injured. Li Xianyu was barely able to supply her with sperm.

He could not afford to make energy-consuming donations at will.

Chu Lin and Jia Zheng looked disappointed.

“Brother Li, what kind of weapon is that?” Chu Lin blinked and asked curiously.

Their reward for this task was 20 points, which was equivalent to the base annual salary of mid-level employees. Only S-level tasks could bring such high rewards. This showed that the origin of the gun was shocking.

Chu Lin and Jia Zheng were not qualified to refer to the research materials on the javelin, but they knew that Li Xianyu was clear about it.

“The source is not clear. I only know it’s a very powerful forbidden device, which can cause a threat to Gokudo Path masters.” Li Xianyu selectively revealed the information, hiding the fact that it may have had something to do with ancient demons.

He was not interested in the javelin himself. It had nothing to do with him. He would leave it to the headquarters to settle this matter.

At nine o’clock in the morning, he called Mo Fei again.

“Did you find anything about Taisu?”

“No, there is no such person called Taisu in Quanzhen Sect. It seems that the female priests with the surname Tai existed in the last century. Amongst the recent generations, there’s no one surnamed Tai.”

“Oh, I didn’t tell you clearly. She’s from the last century. She was of the same generation as the Demonic Priest. By the way, they once arrived in Changsha together to fight against the Japanese army. She was amongst the group of priests that descended the mountain in 1944.”

“Hold on, I’ll check.”

Ten minutes later, Mo Fei said, “There’s no such person.”

“How could this be?” Li Xianyu frowned.

“There is no such person in the records of the Demonic Priest. I found the group of priests who descended the mountain in 1944, from the historical maps handed over by the Taoist and Buddhist Association. However, there’s no mention of Taisu.”

How was that possible? How did Sister Taisu not exist?

“How many priests are there?”

“Seventy eight.”

Li Xianyu said in amazement, “It’s fair to say that Demonic Priest’s name was deleted. Why was Taisu’s name deleted as well?”

“What do you mean?” Mo Fei said, “Demonic Priest’s name is there.”

Li Xianyu was utterly puzzled.

Eighty disciples of Quanzhen Sect descended the mountain. He remembered this correctly. This was because whenever someone died, Quanzhen Sect would carve a wooden plaque for them and take it back to the sect after the war. Although this team was defeated, those wooden plaques would have also been lost in the war.

Who else, apart from Sister Taisu, had their names deleted? Little Sister! Little Sister’s voice and smile came to Li Xianyu’s mind. He had a premonition that the person who disappeared was definitely Little Sister.

The others were on the list, even Demonic Priest himself. Why was Little Sister and Taisu’s names removed? This had happened nearly a hundred years ago. If he had not entered the memory of the Demonic Priest, and only looked at the data and history, he would never have known that Taisu and Little Sister existed.

Someone had deliberately erased their names to make it seem like they had not existed from the beginning to the end. Any traces of them had been completely wiped out.

Why did this person do this? What things did this person want to hide? Li Xianyu couldn’t figure out the reason, but he knew that it must have had something to do with the Demonic Priest.

After the fall of Changsha, what happened next?