Chapter 262 - Master, Youre A Good Person! (1/2)

“What about devils? What’s a devil?” Little Wingsy asked. He was full of questions.

“What’s a devil? A devil is the most powerful person in the world. A devil kills millions of people and the bodies of the ones he kills stretch for hundreds of miles. Ghosts cry and demons howl, and the world itself changes color. Becoming a devil means standing at the top of the world. Everyone will be scared of you and worship you!” The old man puffed his chest and instantly grew several centimeters tall.

“You have to kill people to be a devil? My grandpa told me that I’m not allowed to kill people. I don’t think I’ll become a devil.” Little Wingsy immediately shook his head like a rattle.

“You have to be a devil!” The old man accentuated.

“I won’t!” Little Wingsy shook his head and said firmly.

“You will!”

“I won’t!” Little Wingsy was determined.

“I’ll hit you if you don’t!”

“I won’t be one even if you hit me to death,” Little Wingsy said seriously.

The old man steamed in anger. He looked around for something to hit Little Wingsy with.

“Master, have you killed anyone before?” Little Wingsy asked.

“I… Of course I have!” the old man said. His cheeks flushed slightly.

Little Wingsy looked at the old man with a skeptical expression. The old man felt even more guilty and coughed a few times before saying, “Little Wingsy, have you ever been bullied before?”

Little Wingsy thought of Tantai Ling and nodded. “Yeah.”

“You’ve been bullied before too!” The old man immediately felt like he had found a confidant. “I was bullied since I was a child. When I was three years old, I was pushed into a cesspit. When I was five years old, I was schemed against and sat on hot coal. When I was six, someone tricked me into walking into the women’s bathhouse, and I was thrown out…” The old man thought of those sad past events. The more he spoke, the sadder he got, and the more tears he cried. He recounted from when he was three to twelve, from twelve to one hundred, and from one hundred to one thousand.

“Master, you poor thing!” Little Wingsy looked at the old man with sympathy and patted him on the back. He had never seen anyone as unfortunate as Master.

“Little Wingsy, do you know why I want to accept you as a disciple?” The old man wiped his tears and choked out.

“Why, Master?” Little Wingsy asked with wide eyes.

“It’s because you’re the same as me. You’ve also been bullied since childhood,” the old man said and sobbed again. After so many years, he finally found someone to talk to about his sorrowful history.

Little Wingsy thought long and hard. He seemed to have been bullied by Tantai Ling since he was young. However, when he met the dark spirit, he entered the Soul Pearl before he got bullied. He wanted to tell Master that he had been bullied only once, but upon seeing how pitiful Master was, he swallowed his words. He was very kind.

“When I turned two thousand years old, I realized that if I want to avoid being bullied, I have to be a big devil. Big devils are the best! I began to cultivate the Supreme Immortal Indestructible Darkness Ultimate Demonic Technique and cultivated until I almost wanted to puke blood. I took tens of thousands of chickens and ducks and killed them! Finally, when I was two thousand five hundred years old, I perfected the demonic technique and made these clothes. Do you see this? What a domineering and powerful attire this is! From then on, whenever I meet someone, I tell them that I cultivated a peerless demonic technique and even perfected it. I gave myself a name, called Heaven Devouring Devil Lord! Since then, no one has dared to bully me!” The old man wiped away his tears and patted his clothes arrogantly.

“Master, you’re amazing!” Little Wingsy looked at the old man in admiration.

The old man’s face flushed pleasantly. He had accepted dozens of disciples, but they never knew how to differentiate good and bad, and all walked away in disdain. Only Little Wingsy was to his liking. He patted Little Wingsy on the shoulder and said, “Master will nurture you well. How about it? Are you willing to become a big devil with Master?”

“But, you need to kill to be a devil!” Little Wingsy was a little reluctant.

“Then don’t kill people. Killing chickens or ducks will be the same!” The old man’s face grew red.

“Will I really stop getting bullied if I become a devil?” Little Wingsy blinked at the old man.

“Of course!” The old man assured Little Wingsy.

“Then, if I become a devil, Big Brother Ye Chen and Big Sister Little Tanuki won’t be bullied as well?” Little Wingsy raised his head and asked.

“Of course!”

“Okay, then I’ll become a devil!” Little Wingsy seemed to have made a difficult decision. He nodded, took a leg of lamb from his Heaven-Earth Pouch, and ate it in a few bites.

“Good good good. Very good! With someone as talented as you, there are no worries about not being able to perfect the demonic technique! I finally found someone willing to accept my mantle. Master will nurture you well!” The old man’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

Little Wingsy looked into the Heaven-Earth Pouch. The lamb legs in the Heaven-Earth Pouch were almost gone. His expression fell.