Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 92 - 88 Justice [Seeking First Subscription After Launching]

Chapter 92: Chapter 88 Justice [Seeking First Subscription After Launching]

Yan Yurou’s tone was so calm it was terrifying.

But the calmer it is, the more you can feel the madness beneath the surface, even Jiang Feng had to admit that his former fiancée was excellent, and he had underestimated her.

Indeed, Yan Yurou, with such an outstanding father and grandfather, how could she be a woman content with mediocrity.

A weak woman living in such a cocoon of information, relying solely on herself to unearth the truth, and then using the hands of others to move the guillotine that hung over her family’s heads squarely onto her own.

To this day, no one knows, if he hadn’t peeked into Wen Juan’s memories, he would still not dare to confirm, still thinking it was Uncle Yan or Zhang Nian who was the mastermind.

The young man sighed deeply. The side effects of their will to resist at the Foundation Establishment Peak are great, as it is a torment of both soul and body.

Yan Yurou just quietly shifted her gaze from the tombstone to the sky, her gaze followed the birds flying across the sky, her eyes revealing a deep longing.

"Later, the only descendants of that cultivator left in the world were a son and a granddaughter, or rather, the Demon Lord had taken a fancy to the cultivator’s noble bloodline, deliberately choosing him."

"The granddaughter he left behind had a remarkable talent, naturally suited for cultivation as a cauldron. Of course, this was inevitable, otherwise why would the cultivator be chosen."

"And once the granddaughter was born, the cultivator immediately injected all of the Demon Lord’s residual soul and cultivation into her, using her body to nourish the remnant soul and arranged a marriage."

"When the granddaughter came of age, with the nourishment of the remnant soul complete, she would be married off to the reincarnation of the Demon Lord so that through the union of Yin and Yang, the soul of the Demon Lord could return to a body."

"The naturally destined cauldron girl would be completely absorbed, reclaiming all the cultivation for the original owner."

"In the end, what belongs returns to its rightful owner."

Jiang Feng didn’t know what kind of emotions Yan Yurou harbored when she said "what belongs returns to its rightful owner," but his heart had already been turned upside down.

He showed a bitter smile, never having imagined his existence would make Yu Rou... no, would make her entire family live in Hell. Now he was beginning to understand why Yan Yurou tried every means to manipulate others to act against him.

In their eyes, he, the reincarnated Demon Lord, was the root of all evil, and by eliminating him, the poison curse would naturally be dissolved.

But the reality is.

He does not have that ability.

Not only does he lack it, he is currently just an ordinary person, having luckily stepped onto the path of cultivation, and from Yan Yurou’s words he could infer the character of this Demon Lord.

"So three years ago, you took the initiative to acknowledge the marriage at the life celebration in order to draw everyone’s attention to me."

"Yes."

"Xue Wuwei managed to find so many experts because you were manipulating things behind the scenes, letting Wang Qi know that the Xue family had only this one son and planned to spend their entire fortune to cultivate him."

"Yes."

"The County Magistrate’s success in catching my weakness was also leaked by you, right?"

"Yes, although not by my own hand, I orchestrated it."

"The suspicions of the Fan Yin Sect members were also due to you."

"Yes, that junior brother did fall in love with me at first sight, but with the mention of a fiancé, I kept him at bay. By repeatedly bringing up my fiancé, they naturally focused their attention on you. With just a bit of observation, they would be able to see your idiosyncrasies."

Her response came without hesitation, contentious and unyielding, her presence undiminished as she transformed from a well-bred lady to a lofty queen in an instant.

Plucking a bamboo leaf, the girl added indifferently.

"Demon Night True Monarch was originally named Yan Ruyu, now Yu Rou’s surname, it is all thanks to him."

He guessed it.

As cousins, Zhang Nian and Mr. Yan not bearing the same surname was in itself a mind-boggling matter.

"Have you ever considered, even if you kill me, your family still will not be able to break free."

Jiang Feng also stepped forward, entering the bamboo forest. He understood that Yan Yurou didn’t want to damage her grandfather’s grave. The two were separated by dozens of meters, but it was this very sentence that silenced the girl.

She knew she was wishfully thinking, for there was no evidence to suggest that killing Jiang Feng would break the curse.

The husband before her was simply a vessel that had long been selected; destroying this vessel would merely delay the inevitable.

"So in your eyes, I am the Demon Night True Monarch."

"Whether you believe it or not, the fact is, I have no memories of him. Perhaps he had predicted everything from the start, even killing me."

"There will still be a Li Feng, a Wang Feng, a Zhao Feng...many more bodies meticulously chosen."

Her expression unmoved, the girl just stubbornly looked at him while Jiang Feng similarly raised his sword; the wound on his left shoulder had long since healed. He could only offer understanding towards Yan Yurou’s frenzied behavior.

But he could not agree.

He still insisted on that phrase, "Why should the sins of a past life fall upon me in this one?"

What exactly did I do wrong, or is it a mistake merely to have been born into this world?

Utterly ridiculous.

"This is good."

"The twisted fate of three generations of ancestors must come to an end, and so must the entanglement between us."

"But why are you silent? You shouldn’t be bound by a word curse. If you’re in a difficult position, why not speak out? Why must you take things to this extreme?"

"If you had spoken earlier, how could I force you into this accursed marriage..."

Yan Yurou did not answer, just coldly watched the man in front of her as several bamboo leaves twirled and danced in the palm of her hand. At this point, any more words were pointless.

Both sides stood face to face, unmoving; the autumn wind blew and scattered bamboo leaves dazzled the eyes. This battle was inevitable, a resolution for themselves.

Did this young couple do anything wrong?

No.

The former simply came into this world to live a steady life, without desires, merely wishing to live peacefully and happily; up until now, the only blood he might have touched is likely chicken blood.

The latter had been deceived for thirteen years and only three years ago learned the truth about her family. To relieve her clan from their suffering, she chose to take the burden of the family curse upon her frail shoulders and move forward, attempting to break the cursed fate with her mortal body.

Their auras grew more intense, and a great battle was at the edge of eruption, but Jiang Feng could feel an increasingly intense heat at his Dantian, as if he were about to be scalded.

"What’s going on? Is it the Serpent in my Dantian... Wasn’t it suppressed by Liu Xianzi?"

His expression unchanged, the floating bamboo leaves flew straight towards his face. He swung his sword instinctively to block, but no one could have expected.

The bamboo leaf, mere fingertip-sized, suddenly expanded to the size of a person upon reaching the young man!

"I’m sorry...my husband."

"Yurou just seeks a way out for the forty-seven members of the Yan Family..."

"Just wanting to seek justice for grandfather..."

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