A Max-Level Demon Lord Starts An Alt Account [Rebirth] - Chapter 5

Xu Xianqing reached out and stroked the Golden Core hanging from her neck. Her expression softened a little. “I do indeed have selfish motives. My wife was the Supreme Lord of the Demon Realm. When she was alive, she never committed evil. Even as a member of the Heavenly Demon Race, she always traveled across this continent as a wandering physician. All she sought was for the Demon Race to have a place where they could live and establish themselves.”

Gu Jingjun looked at this fool and could not help laughing. “So you’re running around for her sake?”

“Privately, that is indeed the case. Publicly, this matter benefits both the spiritual cultivation world and the Demon Race. It is worth doing. Not only that, but when the Demon Race and the spiritual cultivation world coexist, the merfolk and the demon clans will no longer be forced to choose sides either, and each of them will also be able to develop in their own way. The elf race will be able to live peacefully as well.”

Gu Jingjun laughed. “What you’re describing is far too beautiful. I’m willing to give it a try.”

Completely exterminating the other side was impossible, so reaching a balance was the best choice.

There were still many medicinal plants inside the Demon Domain that did not exist in the spiritual cultivation world. If the day of coexistence truly came, perhaps trade could be opened between them. At that time, it would be a mutually beneficial good thing.

Gu Jingjun’s heart surged with excitement, and she prepared to do something great.

But when she suddenly thought of the Demon Race’s barrier, she felt a little discouraged again. “At the current stage, the Demon Race’s three great lords still have to remain sealed.”

“The four great lords of east, west, south, and north each controlled one of the Demon Race’s four great territories. Back when the Demon Lord was there to hold them down, they were at least obedient. Now that the Demon Lord is dead…” Gu Jingjun abruptly corrected herself. “Now that the Demon Lord has fallen, once these lords awaken, I fear they will stop at nothing to avenge the Demon Lord. There are also the left and right guardians, who are still wandering around the spiritual cultivation world even now. They must be captured as soon as possible.”

Xu Xianqing said, “Leave the matter of the Demon Race’s seal to me. There is no need to send anyone else inside. Have your people outside capture the left and right guardians as soon as possible.”

“You’re going into the Demon Domain alone?!” Gu Jingjun was so frightened that she stood up. “No. I know you’re very powerful, but that is the Demon Domain, the Heavenly Demon Race’s lair, the sacred land of all demons. If you go there alone, I’m afraid the person who goes in will be the clear and luminous Sect Leader Xu, but the one who comes back will be a murderous she-devil covered in killing intent.”

Xu Xianqing laughed despite herself. Her fingertip gently rubbed the Golden Core she wore beneath her neck. “I’m not afraid. My wife is protecting me.”

“…” Gu Jingjun froze for a moment, then laughed. “I’m discussing serious matters with you. Look at how worthless you are. Is falling in love with the Demon Lord something worth showing off?”

“My wife is naturally worth it. If I had been stronger back then, I wouldn’t have let her be possessed by the evil god, and I wouldn’t have…” Xu Xianqing’s gaze became dark and unreadable. “I wouldn’t have killed my wife with a single strike of my sword.”

She had long since reached a realm where she could ascend. The Dao she had comprehended had also been recognized by the Heavenly Dao, yet she had delayed ascending to godhood and going to the Upper Heaven Realm because she wanted to search for the Demon Lord’s reincarnation.

She was not a cold sword cultivator of the Emotionless Dao, nor was she some hypocrite who had killed her wife to prove her Dao. In her own mind, she was merely an ordinary person who had accidentally stepped onto the path of cultivation and, through a twist of fate, caused her wife’s death.

She had to remain on this continent, personally atoning for her sins through her actions and fulfilling her wife’s last wishes.

Save the world and its people. Let immortals and demons coexist.

There was another reason.

Back then, she had killed the evil god that had possessed the Demon Lord’s body. But the Demon Lord was of the Heavenly Demon Race, and the Heavenly Demon Race could only be sealed. They were undying and imperishable. Then, when the evil god had possessed a member of the Heavenly Demon Race, had that sword strike back then truly ended the evil god completely?

Xu Xianqing could not help thinking about this question. Her intuition had always been very accurate, and she always felt that the evil god had not completely died. Sooner or later, there would come a day when it rose again from the ashes. Perhaps even now, it was hiding somewhere, waiting for the right moment to make a comeback.

If she did not clearly confirm whether the evil god had truly been destroyed, she could not let go of this continent and ascend alone to the Upper Heaven Realm.

Her beloved was still in the lower realm. Her disciples and her closest friends were still in the lower realm. She could not bear to abandon them.

“The people of this world ought to thank you.” Gu Jingjun laughed. “Although very few people still remember that battle from ten thousand years ago, everyone knows that there is still a mighty expert capable of ascending to the Upper Heaven Realm holding down the mortal world. You are the source of confidence in everyone’s hearts, the reason they dare fight the Demon Race to the bitter end.”

Xu Xianqing did not know whether to laugh or cry. “I’m no good anymore. I’m old. But that eldest disciple of mine can do it.”

When Xu Xianqing mentioned her eldest disciple, the eyelid of Alliance Leader Gu in front of her twitched. A strange feeling rose in her heart. “She… is she doing well now?”

Xu Xianqing’s eldest disciple was named Xu Yi.

She was the child of Gu Jingjun’s dear old friends. Back then, that couple of the Xu family had “a daughter in their old age.” The child was still in the womb when the two of them broke through their realms together, and the Stairway to Heaven had already descended.

The child happened to be born at that time.

Everyone helped delay the amount of time the Stairway to Heaven would remain, until Gu Jingjun’s friend finished giving birth.

But she did not have time to take the child with her. The timing of the child’s birth was extremely awkward. She carried divine bones left behind by her parents, but she herself had no cultivation at all, so the Stairway to Heaven did not acknowledge her.

In the end, only the husband and wife could step onto the Stairway to Heaven.

Before leaving, the Xu couple carried their beloved daughter to Gu Jingjun and begged her to take care of their daughter in the lower realm.

They transferred all of the Xu family’s property into the Rogue Cultivators’ Alliance, leaving only their personal assets to their daughter, and pleaded with Gu Jingjun to take good care of her.

“No matter what her talent may be, no matter whether she can ascend to the Upper Heaven Realm in the future, we only wish for our child to live safely and smoothly.”

With a loving mother’s heart, she said goodbye through tears.

Gu Jingjun swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao and made a heart demon contract. “I will use my own path of cultivation to protect this child’s safety and well-being.”

The Xu couple stepped onto the Stairway to Heaven and left.

Gu Jingjun took care of that child for a few days. One night, she had just fed the child spiritual beast milk and coaxed her to sleep.

With some free time, she went into the courtyard to drink alone and admire the moon. As a result, among the stars filling the sky, two of them suddenly shifted.

She calculated with her fingers and discovered that it was the awakening of the Red Luan star that represented her marriage fate.

Immediately afterward, a thread of marriage fate tied itself around her wrist. Following that red thread, she searched her way over and walked into the room. The other end of the red thread was tied to the little child sleeping soundly.

“…”

Gu Jingjun stood there for a long time without making a sound. Only after quite a while did she reveal an expression that did not know whether to laugh or cry.

She smiled bitterly, feeling only that fate was playing tricks on her.

The child left behind by her old friends was actually the destined one bound to her by a thread of marriage fate.

She was already an old thing tens of thousands of years old, more than four hundred years older than this milk baby’s parents. And the little one before her had been born less than half a month ago.

She laughed at the heavens for being too impatient. Why did they have to let her see this thread of marriage fate when the child was still so young?

How was she supposed to face this child in the future?

After thinking it over, she brought the child to Cang Mountain and met Xu Xianqing.

At that time, Xu Xianqing was all alone, guarding the ruins of the Cangyun Sect. Her beloved wife had been killed by a single strike of her sword, and her senior brother and closest friend, who had lived and died alongside her, had disappeared in the Southern Region. She sat alone and desolate at the summit of Cang Mountain, letting wind and snow fall over her body. When Gu Jingjun went there, it happened to be early spring.

Xu Xianqing sat there like withered wood. Her bonded sword stood before her, its blade already covered in dust, while the snow of last winter still clung to Xu Xianqing’s body, dotted now with the peach blossom petals of the new spring.

“Looking at you in this half-dead state, who would dare believe that you are the savior who killed the evil god, the one and only Heavenly Dao Sword Venerable through all ages?”

Xu Xianqing numbly lifted her head. “Why have you come to find me?”

Gu Jingjun handed the child over. “I’m arranging a disciple for you, lest you sit here until you pass away.”

Xu Xianqing was afraid the remaining snow on her body would startle the child, so she used spiritual power to melt it. Then she carefully took the child into her arms.

“Whose child is this?” Xu Xianqing asked.

Gu Jingjun told the truth. “An old friend’s.”

Xu Xianqing looked at the sleeping child. “Why not raise her yourself?”

Gu Jingjun did not hide it from her either. She removed the spell concealing the thread of marriage fate on her wrist, and Xu Xianqing looked in astonishment at the red thread binding Alliance Leader Gu and a tiny infant.

“You—” Xu Xianqing’s expression turned somewhat ugly. She wanted to ask how Alliance Leader Gu could act like this.

But Gu Jingjun spoke first. She pointed up at the sky. “Heaven’s will is like this. I can do nothing about it either.”

“Since… since she is your future wife.” When Xu Xianqing said this, her face reddened a little. “Why not raise her yourself?”

Gu Jingjun found it somewhat amusing. This savior Sword Venerable had lived through thousands of years, yet she was still so innocent. It truly made one wonder whether she had really gotten married back then.

“If I raise her, and one day in the future she calls me Mother or Master, how am I supposed to face this red thread? After thinking it over, it truly isn’t appropriate. But I cannot find anyone I can entrust her to.” Gu Jingjun looked steadily at her. “Although you and I have little private friendship, I trust your character the most. Her parents have already gone to the Upper Heaven Realm. Before leaving, they entrusted me to take good care of her. I cannot feel at ease handing her over to anyone else. Only you can bear this heavy responsibility.”

Gu Jingjun took out a storage ring. “These are the things her parents left behind. I’m giving them all to you. From now on, this child will be your disciple.”

After leaving the storage ring behind, Gu Jingjun departed.

Xu Xianqing did not even have time to refuse before she inexplicably gained a disciple.

She had sat there withered for thousands of years, only letting her divine sense leave her body and go to the underworld whenever heaven and earth shifted, so that she could wait for her wife’s reincarnation. But now that she had a child, she could no longer keep sitting there like withered wood.

She put away her bonded sword and brought the child to the human world, finding a wet nurse for her. But the child did not like it, so she had no choice but to buy a nanny goat that had just given birth to kids and feed her goat milk.

After raising the child to the age where she could speak, the child spent all day fighting with other children. She was born with divine bones. Although she had not cultivated, she still possessed a godly strength ordinary people could not match.

Although she never caused a great disaster, houses were often knocked down. Both master and disciple were not mortals, so naturally they were unharmed, but the neighbors beside them were often affected and frightened. For the sake of the neighbors’ physical and mental health, Xu Xianqing began taking her traveling through the human world.

Xu Xianqing never hid the child’s origins from her. She only concealed the matter of the marriage thread, which was something Alliance Leader Gu had long since instructed her to do.

“Your parents are gods, and in the future, you can also cultivate. But as your master, I do not want you to step onto the path of cultivation too early. You are still young, and you can still experience the beauty of this human world.”

Cultivation was extremely bitter. Drawing qi into the body was already filled with pain, while also consuming tremendous time and effort. It was very difficult for a child to endure.

But most cultivators, in order for their children to cultivate as early as possible, would urge them to begin cultivation as soon as they could. Because of this, everyone generally believed that the earlier one cultivated, the farther one would go on the path of cultivation in the future.

Xu Xianqing did not think that way. If, at an age when the child had seen nothing and experienced nothing, she were made to sit down and contemplate heaven, earth, and humanity, then how could a child understand matters that even ordinary cultivators could not figure out?

So on one hand, Xu Xianqing used spiritual power to nourish the child’s meridians so that her talent and divine bones would not go to waste. On the other hand, she took her traveling through the human world.

But when her disciple was interested, she would also teach her some martial arts.

More than ten years later, a female hero who walked the jianghu with a sword appeared in the human world. She was clever, kind, and full of justice. She often defended people against injustice, and evildoers of the jianghu trembled at the mere mention of her name.

There were even people who joined forces, preparing to deal with her together.

Those people nearly succeeded. But just when they thought they could kill that reckless little girl who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, the little girl’s master appeared.

A female Daoist in green robes casually snapped off a branch and turned it into a sharp sword. With fallen withered leaves as her weapons, everyone who had surrounded her disciple fell to the ground in an instant.

After that, the master and disciple disappeared from everyone’s sight.

Xu Xianqing felt that her disciple had already experienced enough.

She had seen the weak, protected the weak, and upheld the righteousness in her heart. She had bled and broken bones. She had faintly sensed the direction she wanted to move toward.

So Xu Xianqing brought her disciple back to Cang Mountain.

Together, they worked hard, day and night without rest, to build a wooden house. Later, they fenced in a courtyard.

Her disciple liked peach blossoms, so Xu Xianqing went to the back mountain to choose a young sapling and planted the peach tree with her disciple in the courtyard.

Now, that peach tree had already awakened spiritual intelligence. In all likelihood, it would transform before long.

Over all these years, Gu Jingjun had only seen her disciple a handful of times.

The first time they met was when Gu Jingjun did not know it would happen. Beneath a city wall, a female cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage was doing her utmost to kill a maddened demonic beast. Gu Jingjun happened to pass by this place and originally had no intention of interfering, but the red thread in her hand suddenly grew terribly hot.

Only then did she come to a sudden realization. She transformed into a wandering rogue cultivator, suppressed her realm, and went forward to help.

In the end, she actually became friends with her destined partner, who knew nothing of the matter.

“She is doing quite well,” Xu Xianqing answered Gu Jingjun’s question.

Gu Jingjun felt somewhat melancholy, then smiled. “You raised her very well. I suppose I can be considered worthy of my old friends now.”