After Transmigrating as the Villain’s Inner Demon

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Description:

Jiang Qunyu transmigrated into a melodramatic cultivation novel and became the inner demon of the villain, Wei Xun.

In the original book, Wei Xun was originally a breathtakingly brilliant young genius of the Lingxiao Sect. However, during a trial, his meridians were completely destroyed by demonic energy while saving his fellow disciples. Falling from the clouds into the mud, his fiancée broke off their engagement, his fellow disciples bullied him, and his relatives betrayed him. He eventually became the mad Demon Venerable who terrified the cultivation world, and was finally jointly killed by the protagonist top and bottom.

Of course, as the villain’s inner demon opposing the protagonist top and bottom, what good ending could he possibly have? Naturally, he would also dissipate into thin air along with the villain.

Jiang Qunyu: …Whoever wants to be this broken inner demon can be it!

1.

Upon first entering the sea of consciousness, Jiang Qunyu shivered looking at the churning scarlet demonic energy.
The soft clinking of chains came from the outside; the dungeon was cold and damp. That demon lord who would stir up the winds and clouds in the future was currently curled up quietly, his aura weak.

According to the plot, every time Wei Xun blackened, he would crush his inner demon to sacrifice to his sword. In the entire book, he had to kill him a total of seven times.

And the current point in time happened to be Wei Xun’s first blackening.

Jiang Qunyu touched the back of his slightly cold neck: Is it still not too late to apply for reincarnation right now?

2.

The first time he was killed, Jiang Qunyu was very peaceful: “Die early, reincarnate early.”
The second time he was killed, Jiang Qunyu cursed up a storm: “Can you fucking stab somewhere else!”
After being killed the third time, Wei Xun suddenly pinched his half-shattered spiritual sense and asked: “Why can you always resurrect?”

Jiang Qunyu sneered: “Naturally to see you get stabbed into a sieve by the protagonist top and bottom in the future!”

The two found each other mutually repulsive and tormented each other for a hundred years. But no matter how much Wei Xun hated the Jiang Qunyu in his spiritual sense, he couldn’t truly get rid of him.

3.

Later, on the day of the final battle between good and evil, the protagonist top’s sword pointed straight at Wei Xun’s heart.

At the critical moment, Jiang Qunyu habitually rushed out to block the sword. Before his soul scattered, he didn’t forget to run his mouth: “The seventh time… I can finally… get off work… Wei Xun, fuck your uncle, now you’ve got your wish.”

4.

When he opened his eyes again, a hundred years had passed in the immortal realm.
Jiang Qunyu sat inside a bridal sedan chair, deafening suona music playing by his ears, currently being escorted all the way with blowing and beating to the Nether Abyss to ward off bad luck (chongxi) for the Nether Lord.

He vaguely remembered this part of the plot.
In the original text, this Nether Lord was extremely gorgeous, but unfortunately, he was a sickly, short-lived ghost.
Moreover, his temperament was moody and unpredictable, tyrannical and bloodthirsty. All the bridegrooms sent to ward off his bad luck, without exception, became dry bones by the banks of the Wangchuan River.
Jiang Qunyu only felt that his little life was about to be lost again.

Before he could run away, a pale hand lifted the sedan curtain, and what caught his eye was a face he was familiar with down to his marrow.
Jiang Qunyu: ……

Wait, shouldn’t Wei Xun be the Demon Venerable in Yunque City?
How did he become his short-lived husband?

And didn’t they agree that their grudges were settled and they would never interact with each other until death?
Why was he holding him, kissing and licking him while he was asleep?
“Jiang Qunyu,” his voice was low and hoarse, sounding like a sigh and like hatred, “Dare to abandon me one more time and see?”

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At first, Wei Xun hated that ball of black mist in his spiritual sense to the extreme, crushing it every time he saw it.
Until Jiang Qunyu’s soul scattered for the seventh time. His sword path reached great completion, and he no longer needed to sacrifice an inner demon to his sword.
The noisy sounds of the past finally disappeared from Wei Xun’s sea of consciousness.

He thought he would be happy.

But in the years that followed, the long nights were lonely, the jade steps bred coldness, and the silver bell tied to the tassel of Wei Xun’s Soul-Devouring Sword never rang again.

Later on, through the blue heavens and the yellow springs, some heard that the Demon Venerable had knelt before the Hall of Eternal Life for hundreds of years, just to light a soul-returning lamp for that wisp of an inner demon.