Quick Transmigration: The Host is Forced to Love!

83: Chapter 83 The Tragic Young Master’s Nobleman 5The Yunxiao Sect Senior Brother successfully achieved a Breakthrough to the Body Integration Stage and will succeed as the Young Sect Master. A celebration will be held in half a month, and he will select Disciples from subordinate clans to stay by his side for instruction.

In just two or three days, this news spread rapidly across the Human Realm, causing quite a stir.

The entire Yunxiao Sect was plunged into busyness.

The young Disciples of the subordinate clans were filled with excitement and anticipation, looking forward to being selected. That was personal instruction from a Body Integration Stage Cultivator! Moreover, the Yunxiao Sect Senior Brother was a legendary existence among the younger generation, and everyone yearned to be like him!

Meanwhile, in a mysterious and profound place within the Demon Realm, a magnificent palace stood tall.

This palace exuded a palpitating aura, as if it were the core of the entire Demon Realm’s power.

Inside the palace, a youth dressed in magnificent black robes with hair as red as flames sat upright on a dazzling high throne.

His posture was upright, his eyes were a rare shade of red, and there were red demonic markings on his forehead, revealing a hint of evil. He exuded an indescribable majesty and dominance.

He was the current Demon Lord, possessing endless demonic power and the authority to rule over everything.

At this moment, a subordinate draped in black robes knelt respectfully below, reporting the latest situation in the Human Realm to their master.

His voice was low and serious, and every word was filled with reverence for this Lord of the Demon Realm.

The youth listened quietly to the subordinate’s report without a trace of expression on his face, but his heart had long since been stirred. With a calm exterior, he waved his hand to dismiss the person.

In the vast, empty hall, only Mo Yun remained, sitting alone.

Ten years had passed, and his Senior Brother had finally broken through and emerged from seclusion. Did his Senior Brother know about everything that had happened to him? Would his Senior Brother be very disappointed in him like this?

He had failed all of his Senior Brother’s teachings and no longer had the face to face him. Yet, in his heart, he truly missed his Senior Brother so much, missing every day they had spent together in Linhua Hall.

In Mo Yun’s heart, his Senior Brother was both sacred and beautiful; he was the redemption of his miserable life, the one who led him out of the mire and onto the Righteous Path.

After his grandfather passed away, no one else had ever treated him that well.

He respected his Senior Brother, adored his Senior Brother, and was even in love with his Senior Brother! His Senior Brother was still as wonderful as ever—cold, ethereal, righteous, and highly respected and admired—while he himself had long since...

Mo Yun stood up and entered the inner chamber, walking over to the full-length mirror.

His red eyes looked at himself in the mirror, and he felt utterly dirty and disgusting.

Someone like him—given his Senior Brother’s attitude toward the Demon Race—would only be met with disgust and loathing; his Senior Brother would never look at him again. Just thinking about it caused Mo Yun immense pain and heartache.

Everything he once possessed seemed to be completely lost!

He slowly raised his trembling hand and gently covered his face, as if trying to hide the endless pain and sorrow deep within his heart.

However, burning tears flowed like a bursting dam, slipping through his fingers and dripping onto the cold floor.

In this desolate atmosphere, a mournful laugh suddenly rang out, echoing in the inner chamber, as if it were a mockery of himself and a despair for the future.

But even so, he was unwilling to give up. He had once been so close to his Senior Brother, as if he could have reached out and touched him.

The news reported by the subordinate earlier suddenly flashed through Mo Yun’s mind.

”Selecting young Disciples from subordinate clans? Then I can go too.”

”Change my identity, change my appearance, and re-enter the Yunxiao Sect. Then I can return to my Senior Brother’s side.”

His low murmurs carried a hint of joy.

Mo Yun felt this was completely feasible. By Sealing his own cultivation and bloodline, using bone-shrinking techniques to change his physique and appearance, and using an Hidden Spirit Bead to mask his aura, no one should be able to detect any abnormalities.

”But would this be deceiving my Senior Brother? If my Senior Brother finds out, he will definitely be angry and unhappy.”

His Demon Race bloodline was already enough to make his Senior Brother loathe him, and to deceive him as well, he feared...

Mo Yun couldn’t help but feel a bit of worry and fear, but even more so, an irrepressible urge to act.

Every day in the Demon Realm, even after becoming the Demon Lord, he felt empty. He had only ever wanted to be the Junior Brother Mo Yun in his Senior Brother’s heart.

Every moment, he thought of returning to Linhua Hall, returning to his Senior Brother’s side. He had thought about it for so long that he was nearly going mad!

No longer hesitating, he formed a hand Seal, his lips moved slightly, and two message talismans vanished. Mo Yun walked back to the throne in the main hall and sat down, supporting his forehead with his right hand and tapping the armrest with his left.

In just a short while, a man and a woman appeared in the hall.

The man held a paper fan, wore black robes with dark hair, and had the air of a noble Young Master. The woman wore a purple dress with purple hair, her face enchanting and alluring.

Their black demonic markings were clearly visible on their foreheads. These two were the Demon Lord’s confidants, the Left and Right Protectors, Xuan Yu and Zi Ling. Their status in the Demon Realm was second only to the Demon Lord, and their cultivation was at the Body Integration Realm.

Both knelt on one knee, their postures respectful.

”My Lord, for what important matter have you summoned us?”

Mo Yun sat casually, slightly raising his hand to signal them to rise.

”Xuan Yu, Zi Ling, I am going to the Human Realm. My return date is uncertain. Announce to the outside world that I am in seclusion to Cultivate.”

”During this time, the affairs of the Demon Realm are to be decided by the two of you. This jade token contains my Divine Sense and demonic power; take it for use in case of need, and you can also use it to contact me in an emergency.”

A jade token, clearly exuding a terrifying fluctuation, was sent before the two by a wave of Mo Yun’s hand.

Zi Ling felt some concern about the Lord’s decision and hurriedly advised.

”My Lord, if there is anything, your subordinate can make the trip instead. For you to go to the Human Realm alone is too dangerous; I fear it is not appropriate. If something were to...”

Mo Yun’s majesty intensified, his gaze becoming sharper, and he directly raised his hand to interrupt Zi Ling.

”No need to say more. I have already made my decision regarding this matter. Just manage the Demon Realm well. You may withdraw.”

Seeing this, Xuan Yu naturally did not dare to say more. He pulled Zi Ling, who still wanted to say something, and said softly.

”Let us withdraw first.”

After speaking, he cautiously led Zi Ling out of the hall.

Just after they left, the dignified and dominant figure that had been sitting on the throne gradually dissipated like smoke, as if he had never appeared at all.

The entire hall suddenly became empty, leaving only silence and mystery.