Chapter 111: Puppet Army!
“This Master has matters to attend to and must go out.”
“The Young Master is entrusted to your care. Under no circumstances is he to be allowed outside!”
In the Return to True Demon Realm, a middle-aged figure with a vigorous aura gave a few instructions to the countless servants within his own dao field.
“As you command!”
The countless servants answered in unison.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction and departed in a streak of flowing light.
Leaving behind only an infant still in swaddling clothes.
Hah… so that’s my Human Traitor father.
Watching the middle-aged man’s departing figure.
Lu Qingyang’s gaze was profound.
His mother had not appeared in the Simulation.
Even now, in the Return to True, he had no memories concerning his mother.
But recalling the ‘Human-Demon bloodline’ among the rewards brought back by the Simulation, Lu Qingyang had already guessed roughly at something in his heart.
Sigh, this cheap old man of mine is a pitiful soul too.
Enough, enough. In this Return to True, who among the Human Race has a life that isn’t bitter?
Looking at the Human Race servants kneeling in a great swath below the platform.
Lu Qingyang sank into thought…
Time hurried by, and Lu Qingyang’s life before the age of three was not much different from the Simulation.
His father, as a Void Return True Lord, possessed formidable cultivation, and the family’s resources were exceedingly plentiful.
It was through this that Lu Qingyang successfully reached Foundation Establishment by the age of ten.
Though his own bloodline dragged down his cultivation speed.
But it had to be said that his mixed Human-Demon bloodline made his combat power abnormally fierce.
Having only just succeeded in Foundation Establishment, he could already rely on his talent to hard-clash with False Core cultivators!
Utterly terrifying.
Within the dao field, Lu Qingyang held the texts he had gathered concerning this realm, reading them carefully.
So this world was originally a Demon Race World. The Human Race is merely a vassal race.
The Demon Race delights in feeding on Human Race flesh and blood, ultimately forming the four great forces of demon, devil, ghost, and monster.
Seen this way, no wonder the Human Race’s fate in this realm is so miserable.
Understanding dawned in Lu Qingyang’s mind, but his brows had never once relaxed.
He was at a crossroads.
Whether to follow the Simulation’s course and take up the Human Race’s banner, or…
Human Traitor… truly an ugly sound.
After pondering for a long while, a trace of mockery slid across the corner of Lu Qingyang’s mouth.
In his past life, the kind of person he hated most was called a traitor to his nation.
Now, hearing these two extremely similar words, he could not bring himself to sell out his own race.
What’s more, the Demon Race was his debtor to begin with!
The matter of collecting debts — he had never forgotten it!
Since the debts in reality had yet to be collected, he might as well practice his hand here in the Return to True Demon Realm first!
Thinking of this, a trace of cold light flashed across the depths of Lu Qingyang’s eyes.
But since I’ve decided to take up the Human Race’s banner, I must prepare early!
Including the methods in reality — the Puppet Army and the Skybase Weapon can all be put on the agenda.
Lu Qingyang calculated in his heart, beginning to formulate his plan…
And so, in the blink of an eye, another six years passed.
In these six years, relying on his cultivation insights from his past life, Lu Qingyang swiftly stepped into the Golden Core stage.
It was also in this year that his Human Traitor father unexpectedly returned home three years ahead of the Simulation…
“Yang’er, have you cultivated diligently all these years?”
In the great hall of the dao field, a middle-aged man in a black robe sat upon the head seat.
The gaze he turned on Lu Qingyang was icy, indifferent, even tinged with a trace of disgust.
As if he greatly disliked this son.
Yet for some reason, he was forced to raise and teach him…
Hearing this, Lu Qingyang raised his head, calmly meeting his Human Traitor old man’s gaze.
“This child would not dare fail your teachings, Father.”
“I have now attained the position of True Monarch.”
“Mm. A sixteen-year-old True Monarch. Not bad.”
Listening to Lu Qingyang’s words, the middle-aged man gave a slight nod.
But he soon returned to his coldness, and spoke again.
“Yang’er, now that you have condensed your Core, it is also suitable for you to go out with your father.”
“Familiarize yourself early, so that in the future… you can secure a post among the Demon Race.”
“Mm? Ahead of schedule?”
Lu Qingyang remembered that in the Simulation, he had only gone out with the other party at nineteen to complete the Demon Race’s assigned mission.
Now it seemed that with his cultivation advancing ahead of time, the process had naturally been pushed forward as well.
Fortunately, Lu Qingyang had long since made his preparations.
To this, he did not refuse, merely cupping his hands and speaking calmly. “I respectfully obey Father’s command.”
…
“Boom!”
Outside the dao field, a neat Human Race army formation shot into the sky, charging straight for the heavens.
Lu Qingyang now also stood at the very front of the ranks. Before him, his Human Traitor old man was rallying the troops’ morale.
“By order of the Demon Venerable, this year’s hunt must capture a million of the Human Race!”
“If you succeed, you will all receive rewards!”
“Roar!”
With Lu Tianying’s incitement, the entire Human Race host erupted in furious roars.
“Hunt a million of the Human Race!”
“Hunt a million of the Human Race!”
“Hunt a million of the Human Race!”
…
Wave after wave of earth-shaking roars echoed through heaven and earth, cowing all directions!
And amid this endless revelry, a trace of coldness flashed through Lu Qingyang’s eyes.
So these are the Demon Race’s ‘Puppet Army.’
These people… deserve death far more than the Demon Race who prey on the Human Race.
Thinking this, Lu Qingyang’s expression grew increasingly cold.
This trip out, he intended first to understand this world more clearly.
After all, for sixteen years in the Return to True he had cultivated within the dao field, as if imprisoned.
He naturally wanted to come out and see. Beyond that, the most important thing was that he was about to begin implementing his plan…
And the sights of this world were far worse than Lu Qingyang had imagined!
As this host of cultivator ‘Puppet Army’ set out, wherever they passed, not a blade of grass grew, not a chicken or dog was left alive!
This realm’s Human Race did have cultivators too, but none of them amounted to anything.
The greater part were rogue cultivators, and there was scarcely a single sect.
The Human Race did not even have cities of their own.
Traveling over thirty thousand li along the way, Lu Qingyang discovered that the Human Race of this realm still existed in the form of tribes.
And many tribes did not even have names.
Each tribe was no more than a few hundred people.
As for these Human Race tribes, they naturally could not withstand the invasion of this well-equipped, spiritually powerful ‘Puppet Army.’
In just half a month, thousands of small tribes had already been destroyed.
Tens of thousands of Human Race slaves captured…
“Help! Mother… Mother, where are you?”
Deep in the mountains and forests, a thin, frail little girl ran stumbling.
She was covered in filth, her head drenched in sweat.
Her eyes were filled with panic and terror.
Her mother had long since vanished.
She could only run desperately.
To flee that savage ‘Puppet Army’!
But she, who was merely at the Qi Refinement stage, clearly could not outrun these savage ‘Puppet Army’ soldiers.
In no time at all, she was chased to the bank of a river.
“Wuu… Mother, don’t abandon me…”
The little girl stopped in her tracks, tears bursting from her eyes.
She was afraid. She did not want to die.
Yet she could not escape at all.
“Haha!”
“Caught another two-legged beast!”
Abruptly, a sinister laugh came from behind her.
A burly man with a gloomy face burst out from the river, pouncing toward the little girl.
The little girl’s pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively closed her eyes.
“Bang!”
A muffled thud exploded.
When the little girl opened her eyes, the burly man had already collapsed to the ground, convulsing.
In his throat, a flying sword was lodged…