Chapter 727: The Wrath of the Demon God

After waiting quietly for a while, Lan Ling spoke in a soft voice, finally breaking her silence.
“The thing you’re looking for… is me!”
As soon as these words were spoken, Su Che frowned immediately and asked, “I must be hearing wrong. You’re the Golden-Winged Demon King born on the Battlefield of Immortals and Demons—how could you be the thing that person wants back? Both your origin and nature don’t match at all!”
“What should I do?”
Lan Ling turned her head, looking at Su Che pitifully and asking softly, “Could you come here in person? I don’t want to talk to a shadow.”
Su Che showed hesitation. Going to her side in his true form was a very risky move. If this princess went mad, she could kill him with a single pinch—there wouldn’t even be time for spatial teleportation…
“Do you really think I’d hurt you?” At this moment, Lan Ling seemed incredibly fragile, her former arrogance completely gone. She appeared like a lost, helpless little girl.
To the point that Su Che felt guilty even if he refused her in this state.
Rationally speaking, before leaving the Battlefield of Immortals and Demons, she would never harm herself—indeed, she should do everything possible to protect herself.
But it was also possible that she was just acting, trying to deceive him, capture him, and threaten to force him to take her to the Immortal Realm immediately, or else…
“Never mind!”
Lan Ling turned her head again and sighed softly, “I understand your concerns. I blame you not.”
“Alright, I’ll go find you. Wait a moment.”
Su Che made a rather risky decision instantly, not sensing any danger and choosing to trust his intuition instead.
“You really dare to come?” Lan Ling was somewhat surprised.
“Nothing much,” Su Che said with a nod. “Only now do you seem like a human girl. I plan to go and cheer you up.”
With that, his phantom form disappeared.
“Thank you,” Lan Ling said softly, lowering her head.
After a spatial teleportation through the Battlefield of Immortals and Demons, Su Che reappeared beside Lan Ling after just a few breaths—this time, in his true physical form.
Lan Ling smiled. “Yes, you’re really too weak.”
“I’m not even a thousand years old yet,” Su Che shrugged, sitting down next to her as before.

A Golden-Winged Demon King at the late stage of the Great Luo Jinxian, and a young Little Immortal who had just become an immortal—male and female—sat side by side on the peak of a barren hill, gazing down at the even more desolate gray land.
“This land really has nothing interesting to see,” Su Che murmured.
“I curse it every day… yet it remains the same, forever!”
Lan Ling tilted her body and rested her head on Su Che’s shoulder. In her human form, her body was softer than that of an ordinary woman.
Su Che adjusted his posture to make it more comfortable for her, then asked gently, “Now tell me, what’s the problem? There’s nothing in the world that can’t be solved; we can always find a good way.”
“I hope so…”
Lan Ling whispered, “You’re warm. Demons’ bodies are cold.”
After that, she got to the point: “Did that old guy who forced you to come in look for something say that his son died here?”
“Yes.”
Su Che nodded lightly. He hadn’t mentioned anything about Zong Yi to her before. Logically, she shouldn’t have used the word “son,” unless…
Lan Ling offered the answer herself: “His son isn’t dead. He just became a demon, a Golden-Winged Demon King.”
“Oh?”
Su Che was slightly surprised, but not overly shocked. After all, these demons in the Immortal-Demon Battlefield weren’t the original demons from the Origin Demon Realm. They were actually intelligent beings who survived in the personal spaces of those fallen immortals, only to be corrupted into demons over time.
“Back then, some immortals died due to special circumstances, but their souls survived by attaching themselves to certain treasures, remaining in a state of suspended death.”
Lan Ling continued slowly, “Later, the Immortal-Demon Battlefield was completely sealed off. These souls, affected by magical energy, gradually woke up. They tried various ways to recreate their physical bodies or forcibly take over other beings’ bodies to continue living in this space. But over time, they inevitably turned into demons.”
“My father is one of them—the son of that old guy who forced you here. Later, with the help of a special treasure, he defeated countless competitors and eventually became the top demon king in the Immortal-Demon Battlefield.”
Hearing this, Su Che asked curiously, “So, you’re the granddaughter of that Immortal Emperor outside?”
“Not exactly a granddaughter.”

Lan Ling arched her back twice on Su Che’s shoulder, as if shaking her head: “Because I’m not the king’s biological child. Instead… that special treasure absorbed a great deal of primordial magic energy, underwent mutations, developed consciousness, grew over time, and eventually became me.”
“I see…”
Su Che nodded slowly, not finding it unacceptable at all. It was quite common among cultivators in the mortal world, let alone in the Immortal Realm, for treasures to gain a spirit, give birth to a soul, and evolve into advanced intelligent beings. It wasn’t strange for a flower, a tree, or even a stubborn rock to take human form.
Princess Lan Ling of the Demon Clan was transformed from a treasure—and that treasure was exactly what the old ghost Zong Yi wanted to retrieve!
By now, Su Che had basically understood the whole story. Out of curiosity, he asked, “Could you tell me what kind of treasure you used to be?”
“I wasn’t just once—it’s still true now! Look…”
Lan Ling sat up straight, and her head gradually became translucent. Su Che then saw a deep blue bead the size of a goose egg inside her head.
That bead was the treasure!
“There’s nothing I can’t say…”
Lan Ling lay back down on Su Che and continued, “This bead is actually the lingering spirit of an ancient demon god who was destroyed by the Heavenly Dao. Filled with emotions like tyranny, resentment, and anger, it eventually solidified into this so-called ‘Wrath of the Demon God.’ That’s why I have such a temper… You think my temper is bad, don’t you?”
“Not bad,” Su Che said with a smirk. “It’s fine for me.”
“That’s because I place all my hopes for the future on you. Otherwise, I would have crushed you eight hundred times by now.”
Lan Ling smiled and added, “The Wrath of the Demon God absorbed a great deal of primordial magic energy, mutated, and developed consciousness. In a way, it’s as if that ancient demon god was reborn… If left to grow unchecked, I would become the next generation of ancient demon god or another peak-level demon ancestor of the Primordial Demon Clan. How about that? I’m pretty amazing, right?”
“Your origin is indeed extraordinary.”
Su Che nodded first, then shook his head and said, “If you went to the Primordial Demon Realm, you might have become a demon ancestor. But here in the Immortal Realm, the Heavenly Dao will never allow you to reach the level of an ancient demon god. With just a little manipulation, it could cause you to die early—say, by unfortunately encountering some high-ranking immortal.”
“I know.”

Lan Ling replied, “For now, my only wish is to gain true freedom and leave this desolate land. As for what will happen in the future, I don’t even want to think about it.”
“That’s right. That’s something that will happen hundreds of millions of years from now, or even longer. The problem right now is whether we can escape from your nominal grandfather’s grasp.”
Su Che analyzed, “Do you think he would retransform you into the original form of Fury of the Demigods if he saw you?”
“Who knows what that old bastard would do!”
Lan Ling replied, “That’s exactly what’s bothering me right now.”
Being trapped in the battlefield between immortals and demons meant eternal torment for her. But once she went to the immortal realm, that old guy would find her—whether Su Che handed her over to Zong Yi or not, he would still find her. There was no doubt about that.
Because Zong Yi had a very special connection to Fury of the Demigods—he was the first to possess it. But due to one carelessness, it was stolen by his most trusted son…
Su Che couldn’t help but recall Zong Yi’s words about trust to Emperor Feng Lin: “I only had one chance, and I almost went crazy!”
“What should I do?”
Lan Ling had learned human girls’ ways of acting coquettishly quite well. She rubbed her head hard against Su Che’s shoulder and said, “You’re a man—think of something quickly!”
“If all else fails, I’ll send you to the mortal realm to cultivate.”
Su Che said calmly, “But you must promise me that you won’t harm those weak creatures in the mortal realm. Even if someone provokes you, you can only punish that specific person—never innocent ones.”
Su Che believed that although Zong Yi was an emperor, he couldn’t just descend to the mortal realm at will. Moreover, the spatial crystal barrier between the immortal and mortal realms would block his sense of Fury of the Demigods. If he didn’t know, he surely wouldn’t guess that Fury of the Demigods had taken on a human form and was living carefree in the mortal realm.
“What about you then?”
Unexpectedly, Lan Ling, who should have been an extremely selfish and evil Origin Demon King, still cared about Su Che’s safety. She raised her head, looked into Su Che’s eyes, and asked softly, “How will you explain this to that old guy?”
“Just say you can’t find her and ask him for more time.”
Su Che smiled. “Try to buy time. I’ll find a more powerful backer, and then he won’t dare do anything to me.”

By “backstage” Su Che meant Tianyin. If all else failed, as Lao He suggested, one could hide in the Barbaric Immortal Realm and seek temporary shelter with their own woman. Once they reached the Golden Immortal realm, with the strength enhancement from the seven layers of the Immortal Prison—by a factor of a hundred or even a thousand—they would no longer need to fear any Immortal Emperor.
“That suggestion of yours is quite tempting…”
Lan Ling blinked and stared at Su Che for a long time, but in the end, she shook her head in refusal.
“After hearing you say that, I’ve actually made up my mind… I’ll go meet that old guy and see what he can do to me!”
“If a mere Lesser Immortal like you dares to confront him, what’s there for me not to dare?”
“If he dares to provoke me, I’ll show him what true wrath of a Demon God looks like!”