So I Am A Demon Descendent!

In the mansion with two halls, the Quanzhen Sect disciples gathered in the patio. There were a total of 80 disciples who would leave the mountain to assist people. Half of them were experienced young Taoist priests and half were talented rookie Taoist priests.

A few months ago, the state party committee, with the Cao family as a representative, called on the demon descendant community’s reputable and decent sects, to gather in Changsha together to resist foreign enemies.

For a long time, the anti-Japanese sentiment spread all over China. The enthusiasm of the people of this era to save the nation, was not fully understood by later generations.

The story of resistance against the Japanese had always existed in the demon descendant community, in both explicit and subtle ways. Some people had even called out the slogan of “better to die in China than to be a slave under subjugation.”

The party’s call was echoed by the demon descendant community, and the families sent almost all of the backbone of the clan. There were more than 10,000 people gathered in Changsha. Even young people like Wang Chen, were among the best of their peers.

Xuanzhen had the appearance of a 50-year-old man. He originally had a beautiful long beard, and looked extremely wise, but before departure, he had cut his beard that he had kept for a dozen years.

In the hearts of disciples, Xuanzhen has always been a strict mentor. Most of the old priests in the clan were calm and did not like to be involved in matters.

Thus, Xuanzhen was in charge of the Quanzhen commandments, and almost all the priests present had been punished by him and got hit by a ruler.

Wang Chen was a frequent guest in his office, where he either was punished to stand, get hit by a ruler, or to carry water or sweep the floor. He was no stranger to confinement either.

“Wang Chen, you are always wandering around all day and we don’t see you. This is not a Taoist temple, it’s a battlefield. Being on 24-hour standby is a soldier’s conduct.” Xuanzhen scolded Wang Chen who was late.

He glared at his junior, Xuanji and saved him face.

It was reasonable for Xuanzhen to be extremely disagreeable towards Wang Chen. Quanzhen Sect’s discipline was strict, and the punishment of the disciples were very severe, from ranging kneeling and holding incense, expulsion, and even death.

The commandments that Wang Chen violated in Changsha, was enough to warrant death.

But in times of chaos, in the battlefield, the rules in the sect could be temporarily sidelined. The overall situation was more important. Furthermore, before going down the mountain, the leader of the clan has given a hint.

If the disciples of the sect have committed wrongs, he could temporarily endure it, and administer discipline after the matter.

In fact, Xuanzhen was clear. in this trip down the mountain, how many people, out of the 80 disciples can safely return to the mountain?

Thus, he decided to put up with it.

Wang Chen listened to the reprimands as usual, and stood in line silently.

“Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. Our Xuanzhen Sect cultivates character and life, out of the cage, out of the sea of suffering. However, the sea of suffering in life is boundless. To reach the other shore, we must first experience the sea of suffering…”

Xuanzhen’s mobilization speech was nonsense, and was full of common things at the level of big issues about nation, society, morals or politics. Li Xianyu was bored as he listened, and decided to admire the ladies of Quanzhen Sect.

All of them had delicate features and an outstanding aura. Amongst them, Little Sister and Sister Taisu stood out the most. Little Sister was 15 years old and her figure had not matured fully yet, thus she was inferior to Sister Taisu in terms of aura, looks and figure.

Sister Taisu was really pretty.

In Li Xianyu’s heart, Ice Shard’s coldness and pridefulness, Great-Grandma’s playful and lovely personality, Thunderbolt Battle Lady’s valiant personality and swag, San Wu’s cute and pure, Hu Xinyue’s enchanting charm, were the best amongst a certain type.

They were not comparable to women who rely on makeup and filters to make their features exquisite. Their charm was unique.

Now, he had to add Sister Taisu on the list.

Li Xianyu did not become a fan of whistle blower Wang Chen, but Sister Taisu.

The rally’s aim was to move to the Xinqiang River to support the 20th army. The Japanese army mobilized a part of the Kwantung Army this time, to strengthen the strength of the 11th army stationed in Wuhan. At the end of May, they amassed 200,000 troops to invade the south.

The headquarters of the nine-war zone has received frequent information regarding frequent mobilizations of the Japanese army in Xiangbei, and judged that this was the enemy’s fourth attempt to invade Changsha. Thus, they notified its troops to be ready for combat.

Li Xianyu tried to squeeze out his poor knowledge of history and found that he knew little about the history of the war in Changsha. The teacher didn’t seem to have taught this history at school, did he?

He was a little uncertain.

Ninety percent of the modern history taught in readings are the glorious deeds of our Party. Li Xianyu even thought that the anti-Japanese war was the result of our party’s efforts at some point.

The shadow of the National Party was infinitely diluted.

Then, there were the films and television dramas As long as it was an anti-war film, the first perspective will always be our party. Then, it would become a brawl against the Japanese soldiers, causing him to dislike watching this historically relevant film and television drama.

In the 33rd year of the Republic of China, on May 27th, the war between China and Japan, to invade and protect Changsha was officially launched.

On the 30th, the 20th army was encircled and suppressed by the Japanese army, and the new 20th division successfully broke through. The 133rd division was surrounded by Japanese troops in the mountainous area of Pingjiang and fell into a desperate situation.

“I’m in charge of bringing up the rear, all of you will follow Martial Uncle Xuanzhen to charge through.” In the midst of gunfire, Sister Taisu’s glance swept across the disciples. “Who would like to come with me?” Her gaze fell upon Wang Qing.

As if her glance was a knife, Wang Qing subconsciously looked down, avoiding Sister Taisu’s hopeful glance.

“I’ll bring up the rear with you.” Chen Junjie came forward, and several members of the Chen family led by him also emerged.

After the war began, members of the Chen family were swept away by the Japanese army, and Quanzhen disciples saved them. The new 20th division where the Chen family was at, have broken out. The Quanzhen disciples, together with the remaining people of 133rd division had been divided and surrounded, falling into a desperate situation.

“I’m with Sister Taisu.” Wang Chen volunteered.

“Then I’ll go with Senior Wang Chen.” Little Sister who was in a dishevelled state volunteered too but was kicked out of the team by Wang Chen. Little Sister was too weak, and she would die for nothing if she stayed behind.

Bang bang bang!

The AKM’s machine-gun fire poured on the crowd.

“Go, go! Martial Uncle Xuanzhen, bring them back to Changsha, you can’t stay and bring up the rear!” Wang Chen roared lowly, pulled out his long sword and deflected the bullets.

Xuanzhen gave him a meaningful look and retreated with the remaining Quanzhen disciples.

The people who stayed behind to bring up the rear and the remaining 133rd division soldiers faced the Japanese army’s pursuit. This battle was very fierce, and everyone perished.

Only Wang Chen brought Sister Taisu and escaped the siege. Wang Chen was seriously injured and Sister Taisu was dying.

He carried Sister Taisu on his back and saw a Japanese officer cut off Chen Junjie’s head. He died to create an opportunity for them to escape.

Li Xianyu knew that Wang Chen will not die. Not only will he not die, he will later become a Gokudo Master, recorded in history. If this era has a protagonist, Wang Chen is undoubtedly the protagonist.

Chen Junjie died here. Li Xianyu thought.

Fu Shan had read Wang Chen’s diary. He remembered Chen Junjie was the first friend of Wang Chen to die.

He carried Sister Taisu through the mountains and rivers, and rushed day and night. They drank from the river when they were thirsty, and he chewed on grass roots when they were hungry. Wang Chen have given the rest of the dry food to his sweetheart, Sister Taisu. Day after day, he went without sleep, and did not have enough to eat and drink.

Wang Chen’s eyes were bloodshot and his lips were dry and cracked. He looked more miserable than the refugees who fled, and lost all the radiance he had in the past.

Taisu continued to wake up several times, as her injuries worsened. The officer from the Aoki family had amazing sword techniques, and his strokes were almost unavoidable. He almost cut open Taisu’s heart and she would have died on the spot.

Knowing that she was badly injured, she asked Wang Chen to escape. But the junior who had always been submissive in front of her, grit his teeth stubbornly. When she forced him, he scolded her to “shut up.”

Oh no! Li Xianyu thought.

Watching her glance that grew more gentle day by day, admiration and pity, her delicate posture when she leaned on Wang Chen’s shoulder to sleep, Li Xianyu knew that Taisu had a heart attack.

Watching his goddess fall in love with other men, this feeling was particularly heart-piercing.

At the same time, he had sympathy for her. He did not know what would happen to the two in the future, but he knew the end. The Demonic Priest was good now, but in the future, he will join the Japanese and choose to betray his sect and country.

Sister Taisu would not escape a heartbreak.

Four days later, they returned to Changsha, where the troops on the walls of the city opened their gates to meet them. After several days of nervous exhaustion, Wang Chen could finally relax. Exhaustion overcame him as he closed his eyes and fainted.

He woke up the next day. When he opened his eyes, he saw Little Sister lying at the head of the bed. She was asleep in a quiet and charming manner.

Wang Chen’s mouth was dry but did not want to disturb her, as he struggled to get up.

Aware of the movement, Little Sister immediately woke up. A surprised smile bloomed on her oval face, “Senior Wang Chen, you are awake.”

Little Sister carefully fed Wang Chen water, and his first sentence was: “How’s Sister Taisu?”

Little Sister pursed her lips, and her attitude was a little cold. “She’s not dead.”

Wang Chen was relieved and heaved a breath. Suddenly, he felt hot tears dripping onto the back of his palm. Little Sister looked down, tears streaming down her face.

“What’s the matter?”

“I thought you wouldn’t make it back.” Little Sister sobbed.

“Don’t cry, don’t you often say I’m a bad guy? Bad guys don’t die so easily.” Wang Chen cradled Little Sister in his arms, and offered gentle words of comfort.

They hugged each other tightly and showed off their sweetness in front of Li Xianyu.

“Where’s your bracelet?” Wang Chen touched Little Sister’s hand, and found that there was nothing on her wrist.

Little Sister pouted. “Sister Taisu snatched it away.”

“Huh?”

“Sister Taisu said it belonged to her in the first place and asked me to give it back.” Little Sister looked devastated. “She lay in bed and pretended to be pitiful. Martial Uncle Xuanzhen was biased and insisted that I must take the bracelet off and give it to her.”

“Nonsense, I gave it to you.” Wang Chen coaxed her with sweet words. “Don’t hold this against Sister Taisu. I will buy you a more expensive and newer one.”

You clearly bought it to give to Sister Taisu. She didn’t want it so you gave it to Little Sister… Li Xianyu snarked internally.

“Okay, okay.” Little Sister was cajoled by mere words.

“Where’s Martial Uncle Xuanzhen?”

“He went to have a meeting with the families and the Buddhist disciples.”

The battle over Changsha has started, and China and Japan treat Changsha as the core, to spread the formation. The fighting was in full swing.

Although the number of demon descendants was small, it was a strong force. They were dispersed within the large army and specially stormed for the national army.

Wang Chen’s injuries were not serious. He just suffered from excessive physical exertion, and was fatigued. He could get off the bed to walk when he woke up.

There was silence in the siheyuan, and the fellow disciples either meditated cross-legged, sat on the threshold in a daze, or did their own things in silence.

There was no lively atmosphere, compared to the past.

Wang Chen stood in the doorway.

They took part in the war for the first time, with the passion of serving the country for the people and with the determination to attack the Japanese soldiers. Nevertheless, reality was more brutal than they had ever imagined.

For the first time, they came into contact with the Japanese, suffered a terrible defeat, and fled like dogs who were kicked out of their homes.

War taught them the cruelty of the world. Their burning patriotism was put out coldly by the sea.

“You are awake.” A gentle voice rang.

Wang Chen turned his head, and saw Sister Taisu stand below the roof. The plain priest robes could not conceal her good figure. Her beautiful face was slightly pale, which did not affect her beauty, but added to a beauty that was delicate and weak.

Wang Chen’s glance fell on her left wrist, where her fair skin accentuated the emerald green bracelet.

Sister Taisu’s face grew slightly red, as she quietly rolled down her sleeves to hide the bracelet.

The two left the yard and walked through the desolate streets. There were only a few pedestrians and armed soldiers everywhere.

After the war continued to rage, the people in the city fled, and a large number of officers abandoned their duties and escaped. The city, which went through three wars of defense, was full of holes and desolate.

The two climbed the city wall and looked silently into the distance.

The guards on the wall did not stop them. The rank of demon descendants was so high that the lower-ranked officers were respectful when they saw them.

“I just dreamt of Chen Junjie. He was beheaded by the Japanese soldier, his head flying very high. He died trying to save us.” Wang Chen leaned against the wall.

“And I don’t even have the ability to bring his corpse back for him. When we drank last time, he often said he wanted to build a career, to return to the Chen family in glory. He was a son born by a commoner, and his biological mother was only a maid whom his father had bought for ten dollars.”

“So he dreamed of getting ahead, telling people who looked down on him that a child born by a maid is just as promising. The world is really cruel.”

“The teachers and seniors are afraid, afraid that they would be the next to die. This is not society, it’s hell, a hell made of bones. Maybe the next one is me, but I’m not afraid. A man in troubled times dies when his time is up.”

“On the way back, I have been thinking that maybe we are a lot more powerful than ordinary people, but we still can’t change the times, we can’t change the fate of this country. Sister, how can we save our country?”

The big boy’s eyes were full of confusion and unchangeable sadness.

Li Xianyu thought of the famous traitor Wang Zhaoming in the history of the Republic of China. This man, under the banner of saving the country, negotiated peace with Japan. He cut off all ties with his race and his party.

Did the Demonic Priest take the same path as this guy? Li Xianyu thought.

Perhaps it was because of what had happened during this time, that his attitude gradually changed and thus went astray.

Sister Taisu gently held his hand, and said softly, “Just do a good job in your duties.”

She looked at the young man in front of her and felt sorry for him. The two grew up together and were childhood friends.

Wang Chen has always been a mischievous youth, when had he ever looked like this? She thought.

Wang Chen nodded and his expression suddenly changed. He held Sister Taisu’s wrist and grinned. “I thought you didn’t want my bracelet? Why did you take it from Little Sister?”

Sister Taisu looked solemn. “If you are unhappy, I will give it back to her.”

“I’m very, very happy.” Wang Chen looked around and saw that there was no one. He boldly embraced Sister Taisu and kissed her on the lips.

“Mm…” Sister Taisu stared wide-eyed, as she pushed hard, but her injury had not recovered yet, how could she resist Wang Chen?

Sister Taisu relaxed in Wang Chen’s embrace and her eyelashes fluttered, a blush appearing on her pale face.

What the hell, can you let this sister go and let me have a go? Li Xianyu’s heart ached so hard that he couldn’t breathe. You hugged Little Sister just now, and now you are kissing Sister Taisu. Bah, scumbag.

At this moment, the Demonic Priest had not risen, but already had so many ladies. He was a winner in life.

Although Li Xianyu was a frequent guest in hotels, and had sex rather frequently, it was casual sex. It was just a way of entertainment to alleviate his loneliness.

How could that compare with Demonic Priest having two beautiful confidants?

Suddenly, Li Xianyu caught a glimpse of someone standing in the distant arrow tower. Wang Qing looked at the scene from a distance, looking gloomy.