Chapter 90: The White Tiger Submits to Its Master – Who Am I, Haunted by a Thousand Years of Hatred?

I once heard a saying: Five hundred encounters in past lives lead to a fleeting encounter in this life—that is the so-called fate. Canlan also cited this saying in this book. Could it be that before three lifetimes, such an imperfect fate was destined for Liu Yi?
Liu Yi held a sword in his left hand, staring at the shiny black stones on the head of the black dragon. They were crystal clear and extremely beautiful. He thought to himself, “Is that the ‘Black Stone Crystal’? With it, can I exchange it for the ‘Eight Deserts Essence Ore’ from those prodigies?” But then Liu Yi’s gaze shifted as he saw the white tiger lying on the ground, eyes closed, seemingly groaning in pain.
Qiyue asked, “Can you save that white tiger? It looks in great pain. At least it helped you kill the black dragon.”
Liu Yi glanced at Qiyue coldly and said, “Are you the lord of the Demon Clan? Since when have you become so kind-hearted?”
Qiyue snapped, “What, do demons not have hearts? Who’s like you? You’re the real demon at heart, the true demon.”
Hearing Qiyue’s words, Liu Yi felt a pain in his heart. He could never forget the scene ten years ago—blood flowing like rivers, his lover dying beside him. He was a demon, yes, but it was all because of those people. There was no justice in the heavens, no humanity among people. He had no way out, no one to help him. He had to rely on himself to gradually carry out his revenge plan.
Qiyue seemed to realize she had gone too far and lowered her head, saying, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just have a straightforward temper.”
Liu Yi didn’t look at Qiyue. He just stared at the white tiger and said, “I know your temper. And you’re right—I am a heartless demon. I have no emotions. Even though I’ve helped that white tiger, I never thought of saving it.”
Hearing his words, Qiyue felt a sourness in her heart. He claimed to understand her? For ten years, not even her own father had ever said he understood her. Moreover, his words were full of sarcasm, as if he despised everyone in the world, including himself, who seemed almost perfect.
Liu Yi slowly walked over, stretched his right hand toward the ground, and a stream of black energy gathered in his palm. He injected the black energy into the white tiger’s body, examined it, and said, “It’s fine. It just has some internal injuries and has used up too much energy. It’ll be okay after resting. If nothing goes wrong, it’ll wake up in the time it takes to drink tea.”
Qiyue looked at Liu Yi without saying a word. She didn’t understand why he did this. Was it because of guilt over what she had said earlier?
Just as Liu Yi stood up, a white mist rose. Unknown what happened, Liu Yi instinctively activated the “Hidden Spin Nine Shadows – Swift” technique and stepped in front of Qiyue. His left hand tightly gripped the sword in his hand, as if at any moment, from any angle, his sword could appear faster than light.
After the white mist cleared, the white tiger’s body on the ground had disappeared. In its place was a middle-aged man in white clothes, his face pale, his beard seemingly unshaven for a long time, with no weapon in his hand.

As soon as the middle-aged man saw Liu Yi, he coughed, suddenly knelt down, and said, “Thank you, Lord Demon, for saving my life. From now on, my life belongs to you.” A red glow flashed in Liu Yi’s eyes, and a figure appeared in his memory. He said coldly, “You are the guardian divine beast, the White Tiger?” The White Tiger nodded and replied, “It is indeed this humble servant.” Liu Yi responded without any reaction, “You know who I am.” The White Tiger raised his head and said, “Only one person in ten thousand years has mastered Lord Demon’s ‘Four Sorrowful Styles.’ If the White Tiger guesses correctly, Lord Demon must be a Nirvana being of the True Demons, the True Demon Emperor.” Liu Yi said nothing but shook his head and said softly, “Before three lifetimes and three eras, at the moment the wheel of fate began to turn, the Nirvana being was already dead. And me? Who am I?” Although his voice was soft, with the White Tiger’s cultivation level and the distance between him and July, they could hear him clearly, but they didn’t understand what Liu Yi meant. The White Tiger continued, “How could Lord Demon appear here? It seems he has been asleep for seven thousand years. The White Tiger sensed the call of the Blood of Fury and flew here as fast as possible. But to think I would encounter this old fellow—fortunately, Lord Demon drew his sword in time.” Liu Yi shook his head and said coldly, “You don’t need to thank me. I killed it because of the ‘Black Stone Crystal’ on its head. I wasn’t trying to help you.” The White Tiger replied, “Whether Lord Demon intended to or not, since you saved the White Tiger, you are our savior. Besides, seven thousand years ago, all the demons also followed Lord Demon.” Liu Yi looked up at the sky and said, “That is already history. Seven thousand years later, no one will even know about the existence of the True Demons. Get up.” The White Tiger obediently stood up, his face pale, clearly badly injured. Liu Yi asked, “Do you live in this desolate forest?” The White Tiger nodded and said, “Yes. My clan members all live here in this desolate forest to avoid being hunted by the Heavenly Dragon and Fire Wind. We had no choice but to settle in this uninhabited place.” Liu Yi looked at the White Tiger and said, “I plan to establish the Demon Realm, the Eternal City. If you are willing to follow me, come to the Eternal City. Perhaps the Heavenly Dragon and Fire Wind won’t pursue us there.” The White Tiger’s eyes instantly filled with gratitude. He understood that the sword in the person before him was at the peak of mastery. Even if the Heavenly Dragon and Fire Wind joined forces, they wouldn’t stand a chance. Moreover, if a new Demon Realm was established, they would have their own power—why fear those from the Heavenly Dragon Altar? Suddenly, Liu Yi remembered something and asked, “Has the Wolf King come looking for you?” The White Tiger shook his head and said, “Not yet.” Liu Yi thought to himself, “I wonder how the Wolf King is doing with Qi and Lin.” Without further thought, he walked over to the black dragon head, swiftly drew his black long sword. A sword beam traced a perfect arc, and soon the black ‘Black Stone Crystal’ fell. Liu Yi’s right hand transformed into a claw, and instantly, a powerful suction force emanated from his palm, grasping the ‘Black Stone Crystal’ in his hand. He examined the mysterious stone—it was octagonal in shape, shining brightly and crystal clear. It was indeed an excellent material for practicing flying swords. Liu Yi turned to the White Tiger and said, “I need to return to the Central Plains. You go back and recover first.”

Bai Hu shook his head and said, “There’s no need. These are all minor injuries; they’ll heal on their own in a couple of days. Wherever the Demon Lord goes, Bai Hu will follow.”
Liu Yi looked at Bai Hu, seemingly remembering someone—King of the Great Sword, that passionate man. He wondered if he was doing well now. Liu Yi threw the ‘Black Stone Crystal’ at Bai Hu and said, “Good. Since you’re following me, hold this for me. We’re heading back to the Central Plains.”
Bai Hu caught the ‘Black Stone Crystal’ and nodded, saying, “Yes, Demon Lord.”