『Status: Updated to: Chapter 1465: Return to Blue Star!』
『Content Introduction:
When he was fighting bloody battles on the border, he suddenly received a text message from his daughter: "Daddy, I'm Sisi, Mommy is going to remarry..." The girl he had a chance encounter with back then had already borne his child. Four years had passed, and he was no longer the down-and-out matrilocal son-in-law of the past, but the Demon God who commanded the number one power in the world! The rest of your lives, I will guard! When a million figures in blood-red robes gathered in Liyang, their fury scorching the entire city, he descended upon her wedding like a god. "I'm sorry, I'm back. From this day forward, none of you will ever have to bow your head to anyone again!"
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Chapter 1: The Demon God's Wrath!
"Reporting to the Hall Master, the phone you lost three years ago has been found by your subordinates!" Canglong said.
"Three years..." Chen Bufan gave a bitter, miserable smile.
"Three years ago, the Canlang Army, one hundred thousand brothers, was betrayed and plotted against, rivers of blood flowing, bones buried right here..."
Gazing north, beneath the setting sun, one grave after another stretched out endlessly, covering the eight hundred *li* of Chilian!
"Now, with only a phone returned to my hands, what use is it?" Chen Bufan shook his head and casually pressed the power button. The screen instantly lit up; surprisingly, it still worked.
"Buzz~"
Almost the moment the phone powered on, it suddenly vibrated, and a text message came in.
"Is there still someone in this world trying to contact me?" Chen Bufan asked in astonishment, tapping on it.
"Chen Bufan, after our parting at Wuxiang Temple, your promise to come find me made me wait a full four years, but in the end I waited for nothing. I hate you!"
Boom!
Like a bolt of lightning striking his mind, Chen Bufan trembled all over.
"Wuxiang Temple..."
How could he ever forget this place!
Five years ago, the Guangling Chen family was destroyed overnight, its century-old ancestral home turned to ashes. He alone entered the Liyang Han Family as a matrilocal son-in-law, living a cowardly life and enduring endless humiliation.
Four years ago, his whereabouts were exposed, and he was poisoned by the Han Family. Amidst a pouring rainstorm, he rolled into the Jiang River, drifting for three days and three nights before finally being rescued by a young girl.
She had spared no hesitation, using her pure body to cleanse him of the deadly poison. To thank that kind girl, Chen Bufan swore right in front of her that he would definitely return.
Then he turned around, heading north to join the army!
In four years, bearing the name of the sole survivor of the Canlang Army, he grew from a drifting duckweed into a peerless God of War suppressing the nine heavens, his heart set solely on avenging his one hundred thousand brothers.
"I never expected that there would still be a girl waiting for me in the mortal world..."
"Jiang Yurou..." Chen Bufan murmured the name, his heart wrenching violently.
"Buzz~"
At that very moment, another text message came in.
Before he could even tap it open, even more intensive vibrations followed, rattling away like a machine gun, rat-a-tat-tat without stopping.
"You have a new text message."
"You have a new text message."
"You have a new..."
......
.........
The phone completely went out of control, the vibration lasting for a full few minutes.
As soon as it finally quieted down, Chen Bufan swiftly opened the inbox.
"Daddy?"
"Hiss!" Chen Bufan drew a sharp breath, time seemingly standing still.
Could it be... that night four years ago at Wuxiang Temple......
Chen Bufan's heart surged with turbulent waves, and he continued reading downwards.
"Mommy always remembers this number, saying it's Daddy's, but she won't let me contact you. Grandma said you don't want us anymore. Daddy, do you really not want Sisi and Mommy anymore?"
"Daddy, I secretly contacted you again. Everyone calls me a little bastard, and only Mommy says I'm not, but why did she cry?"
"Daddy, lots of bad people are beating us, Sisi is so scared!"
"Daddy, we were driven away, please come pick us up, okay?"
...
.........
......
Message after message flickered past in Chen Bufan's hand, line after line of text piercing deeply into his heart like sharp knives!!
He finally understood why Yurou hated him so much—because she was pregnant with his child!
It was unimaginable how much hardship she had endured, raising a child all by herself.
"Daddy, Mommy is sick, and Sisi is sick too. The auntie in the white clothes says I'm going to another world. What is another world like?"
"Daddy, they say that before people leave, they need to have a stone tablet with their name written on it. Can my stone tablet be written by Daddy?"
"My name is Chen Siru."
His finger stopped. All 1,314 text messages had been read.
Chen Bufan was already trembling all over.
*Ru* meant "you," so *Siru* essentially meant... longing for me?
A sour feeling prickled his nose, and his eye sockets burned with heat.
"Hall Master, you?" Canglong was shocked. Having accompanied his lord in battle for thousands of days, when had he ever seen his lord shed tears?
Boom crash!!
Right at that moment, Chen Bufan suddenly stood up, and a terrifying aura violently surged outward, kicking up flying sand and stones.
Canglong stared in horror, looking at this scene in utter disbelief.
The Hall Master, who had knelt here for three hundred and sixty days and nights after wiping out the Ten-Nation Alliance, had actually stood up at this very moment.
"I dare ask beneath these nine heavens, who dares to bully the daughter of Chen Bufan!"
A fierce roar echoed, filled with murderous intent, making the azure heavens tremble.
"Canglong!"
"Your subordinate is here!" Canglong dropped to one knee with a thud, cupping his fists in both hands.
"Transmit my order: activate the Demon God Hall!"
Canglong's pupils violently contracted!
Three years ago, the Canlang Army and its one hundred thousand brothers were buried in Chilian, and Chen Bufan had single-handedly founded the Demon God Hall, establishing the Eight Dragon Kings and gathering the world's most formidable powerhouses.
One must ask, who in the present day could possibly force the Demon God Hall to mobilize in full force?
"Transmit my order again: activate the Xuanying Sect, and have all personnel gather in Liyang!"
With this second command dropped, Canglong was completely stunned.
With one hand, Chen Bufan had created the Demon God Hall, gathering the world's powerhouses and commanding a million blood-sworn disciples; with the other hand, he had established the Xuanying Sect, enlisting eccentric talents and esoteric masters—shrouded in profound mystery.
Two trump cards.
Acting simultaneously.
Terrifying!
Utterly terrifying!!
"Bring wine!" Chen Bufan gripped a jar of aged *nü'er hong*, smashed the seal open with a single motion, and tilted his head back to drink deeply.
"I'm sorry, brothers, Chen can no longer guard your graves."
"Swish, splash~~~~"
The remaining wine scattered through the air, a toast to the undying souls of the one hundred thousand heroes.
Bang!
Chen Bufan slammed the wine jar down, burying it deep into the yellow sand.
"From this moment on, no one shall set foot in the eight hundred *li* of Chilian!"
Screech—
Chen Bufan grasped his battle sword, its biting chill piercing the highest heavens.
"Back then I used this sword to slaughter every enemy under the sun; today, I shall use this sword to cut down all those who bully my wife and daughter!"
"Canglong, follow me—to—Li—yang!"
The roar of a dragon reverberated incessantly, refusing to die down.
On this very day, the Demon God Hall, which had lain dormant for a full year, suddenly sprang into action. Disciples resting in all corners of the globe answered a hidden summons, stepping onto the path of expedition one after another.
Countless empire leaders were frightened out of their wits, contacting the Divine Dragon Empire at the first possible moment until their phone lines were practically jammed.
When the Demon God Hall moved, not a single blade of grass grew; who wouldn't be terrified?
The high echelons of the Divine Dragon Country were likewise shaken to their cores. The only thing that could prompt the entire Demon God Hall to mobilize was that man!
Having wiped out ten nations in a single stroke, he had concealed his sword and retired into seclusion, ignoring worldly affairs.
What reason could possibly make this Hall Master re-emerge into the world?
"SSSSSS, emergency top-secret directive: Chen Bufan is on a mission, provide full cooperation!"
In the past, one man was an army for his country; today, a whole country acts for one man.
Chen Bufan was worth it!
The mobilization of the Demon God Hall could still be detected, but the actions of the Xuanying Sect remained completely imperceptible.
Chen Bufan's most mysterious organization finally broke the surface for the first time since its inception.
Without a single exception, all of its personnel swarmed toward Dongzhou from all directions.
When every major global faction discovered the target of their movements, they were completely dumbfounded.
It wasn't the Divine Dragon Empire, nor the entirety of Dongzhou, not even the capital...
It was... merely a single Liyang.
What on earth could have happened in such a tiny, insignificant speck of land to provoke an army pressing down on the city?
Tiny Liyang.
Was about to explode!
.........
Chapter 2: Dire Emergency!
In Liyang, lightning flashed and thunder rolled amidst a raging storm.
Jiang Yurou knelt at the main gates of the Jiang Family, trembling violently.
"Dad, Mom, I'm begging you to lend me five hundred thousand! After all, she's your granddaughter too!"
"You were driven out of the Jiang Family ages ago. What does your wild-seed daughter have to do with us?" Jiang Mingyou stood at the entrance, sneering relentlessly.
"Sisi's illness cannot wait any longer; she urgently needs surgery. As long as you're willing to lend it to me, I'll pay it back with interest later!" Jiang Yurou banged her head against the ground, having long discarded any remaining shreds of pride for the sake of her daughter.
"Just a little wild bastard, if she dies, she dies, and you can easily find someone else to remarry. Besides, if your daughter is sick, go look for her father! Why come to us?"
"Oh, right, you probably don't even know what his name is, do you? You could sleep with a man you don't even recognize, so why don't you just go sell yourself? With your looks, making five hundred thousand shouldn't be too hard either."
"Haha!!!"
The members of the Jiang Family burst into loud, mocking laughter, looking down from on high at Jiang Yurou as if she were a clown.
Jiang Yurou's heart was bleeding. These were her own biological parents, yet they were so cold-blooded that they even told her to go prostitute herself.
"Sisi can't hold on for many more days. I'm begging you, for the sake of our shared bloodline, lend me five hundred thousand." At this moment, for her daughter's sake, Jiang Yurou completely cast aside her dignity; if not for this, the moment she left the Jiang Family, she never would have looked back.
"Fine, I'll lend you five hundred thousand, but there's a condition: three days from now, you marry the young master of the Han Family. Forget five hundred thousand—five million won't be a problem at all!" Jiang Mingyou said coldly.
The young master of the Han Family? That limping man with a face full of pockmarks?
They were pushing her straight into a fire pit!
"Bitch, aren't you usually so full of spine? Why aren't you saying anything now? Your dad is giving you a chance, don't be ungrateful!" a spicy-looking girl in her early twenties said with vicious harshness.
Jiang Yurou looked at her with a wry smile. This was her very own younger sister, Jiang Meihan, who never called her sister yet cursed her as a bitch.
"You went and found yourself some wild man, only to be abandoned in the end, turning yourself into the laughingstock of all Liyang. It's already a blessing that someone is still willing to marry you, so stop being so picky."
"Exactly, just think about your wild-seed daughter—she won't live many more days anyway~"
Jiang Yurou clenched her teeth tightly. She hated them—she hated every single person before her, who were still exploiting her even at this stage.
"Fine, for Sisi's sake, I'll marry!" Jiang Yurou cried out with bitter hatred, grief tearing at her soul.
"Haha, you stubborn wench, you've finally wised up! Once you marry into the Han Family, you can have as much money as you want! Our Jiang Family will also rise to the skies. Just imagine it, a life of wealth and luxury is waiting for you!"
The members of the Jiang Family laughed wildly.
In sharp contrast was Jiang Yurou, kneeling outside the gates, her face a blur where tears and rain were indistinguishable—like a drifting duckweed with no one to lean on.
......
The news spread, creating a sensation across the entire city.
As the number one beauty of Liyang, Jiang Yurou had countless admirers; even now, reduced to a widow with a child in tow, numerous men still wanted to take her in.
Yet she was exceptionally proud, relying entirely on her own hard work without ever saying yes to anyone. Now, the sudden news that she was going to marry the young master of the Han Family caused a massive uproar.
"And here I thought she had some backbone; turns out she's just a cheap bitch who'd marry someone as ugly as the Han Family's young master for power and wealth."
Hanshuai, the young master of the Han Family, hopped around on one foot in sheer joy upon receiving the news sent by the Jiang Family.
Care less whether she was a widow or not—this was the former number one beauty of Liyang! Just imagining pinning her beneath him made him quiver with excitement.
A grand wedding was set to take place three days later.
Little did anyone know that at this very moment, high above the clouds, an airplane was hurtling straight toward Liyang at extreme speed.
"Warning, warning! An unidentified aircraft is heading straight for Liyang Airport! Evacuate the public immediately and make all preparations!"
Inside the airport office, everyone stared fixedly at a screen where an aircraft kept closing in, not daring to even draw a full breath.
"Look!" someone's eyes suddenly widened as they stared fixedly at a corner of the plane.
There, clearly carved onto the fuselage, was a sharp sword.
"This is... the emblem of the Demon God Hall!"
"What? The Demon God Hall?"
The entire office instantly erupted into a frenzy.
......
The plane landed, and the entire airport was cleared out.
Two neat rows of male and female flight attendants stood at attention, flanked by a group of senior executives standing upright and stiff.
The cabin door opened, and a man in white stepped out with long strides. His posture was upright, his facial features striking and handsome, as dazzling as the stars, outshining all directions.
Everyone's gaze involuntarily gravitated toward him.
The aura emanating from the man actually left them unable to open their eyes for a moment.
Who knew how many stewardesses felt their hearts race and flutter like panicked fawns; they swore they had never seen such a handsome man.
Especially the aura he radiated—suppressing the nine heavens and ten earths, carrying ten thousand kinds of grace upon his single person, describable by only a single word.
——-Immortal!
The flight attendants bowed respectfully. They didn't know who the newcomer was, but anyone belonging to the Demon God Hall was more than enough to prop up the heavens.
The airport executives hurried forward, extending a hand while flattering obsequiously, "Wel..."
Before the word could finish, he was interrupted by Chen Bufan: "The Demon God Hall acts on business; no interference is permitted, and leaks are strictly forbidden. Violators will be executed!"
A single sentence terrified everyone.
Until Canglong caught up and the two of them departed entirely, cold sweat flowed in torrents down the faces of those on the scene.
Terrifying, too terrifying—this was the sheer domineering force of the Demon God Hall!
Chen Bufan was too anxious; he didn't want to waste a single second.
A moment later, a sedan departed from the airport and sped straight toward the city center.
......
Not long after Chen Bufan left, another private jet landed at the airport, disgorging a young woman with fair skin, stunning looks, and a cold, aloof demeanor.
Behind her followed a few bodyguards radiating a ferocious, murderous aura.
The woman took off her sunglasses and glanced into the distance. Frowning slightly at the sight of so many flight attendants and senior executives, she remarked,
"It seems our arrival in Liyang has been leaked."
"You don't need to hold a welcoming ceremony. We came to Liyang for a very important matter; keep it low-profile," the woman in sunglasses said indifferently.
The group of airport executives exchanged bewildered glances, having no idea who she was. Bound by Chen Bufan's warning, they dared not speak too much; but anyone capable of flying in a private jet clearly had an extraordinary background, and if it happened to be connected to the Demon God Hall, it wasn't something they dared to question.
"Miss, Professor Li is providing free clinic consultations at Jixin Nursing Home," a middle-aged man said respectfully.
"Uncle Hui, come with me." The woman's tone was urgent as she strode away on slender legs in black high heels.
......
Half an hour later, Chen Bufan stepped out of the car.
Before him stood a dilapidated nursing home that had seen many years. Its paint was peeling, sewage flowed freely, and the iron-bar gates were rusted over. Only an elderly gatekeeper was basking in the sun at the entrance.
"Canglong, are you sure this is the place?" Chen Bufan asked.
"Reporting to the Hall Master, this is it," Canglong replied.
"To think that I, who have crossed the world and suppressed the eight desolations, have a daughter who is so sick she can't even go to a regular hospital and can only live in a dump like this!" Overwhelmed with guilt, Chen Bufan took a deep breath and strode toward the nursing home.
Chapter 3: With Me Here, Not Even Heaven Can Take Her Life!
"Little wild bastard, are you going to eat this or not?"
"If you're not going to eat it, I'm throwing it away!"
Inside the hospital room, a heavy-set woman snatched a piece of steamed bun, slammed it hard onto the floor, and smashed it to pieces with a single stomp.
"Wuwu~~ Mommy gave you money, why are you bullying me?" The little girl sobbed bitterly.
"Money? With the pittance your mom gave, how good a caregiver do you expect to hire? We charge by the month. If you'd just hurry up and die, I could take on other shifts anyway. You're not going to live many more days, so why eat this? What a waste of food."
"Right, you clutch this tin can every day—is there something good inside? You're about to die anyway, just hand it over to me." The woman stared fixedly at the tin box on the table, her eyes glowing with greed.
"No! That's my stuff." The little girl cried out anxiously, clutching it tightly to her chest.
"Whose stuff? It's mine now." The woman lunged forward to snatch it, lifting the little girl straight off the ground and trying to pry her fingers apart by force.
"Please don't take my things..." The little girl wept and cried out, using every ounce of strength she had left to protect it.
Seeing the box about to be ripped away, she bit down hard on the woman's hand.
"Ouch! Little wild bastard, how dare you bite me? I'm going to beat you to death today!" The woman slammed the little girl violently onto the floor, and the red iron box flew open, scattering a flurry of paper cranes everywhere.
Chen Bufan, accompanied by Canglong, had just reached the hospital door when he caught one of the paper cranes fluttering past.
On it were clearly written the two words: "Daddy."
His body instantly trembled, and his gaze fixed on the little girl, only to discover that she actually looked somewhat like him.
Without needing any further inquiry, he could conclude with absolute certainty that this poor little girl was none other than his, Chen Bufan's, daughter.
That miraculous sensation of flesh and blood could never be replaced by anything!
"A caregiver hired with money actually dares to bully the daughter of Chen Bufan! Scum!"
A terrifying murderous intent violently surged outward, enveloping the entire nursing home.
Everyone within the vicinity felt the breath of death at that very instant.
When the gods and demons rage, heaven and earth change color!
The last time Canglong had witnessed this kind of murderous intent from Chen Bufan was when the Canlang Army was buried in Chilian.
"Get lost!" Chen Bufan stepped forward and kicked the woman flying.
"How dare you hit me? I'm going to sue you!" The woman grimaced in pain.
"The person capable of suing me hasn't been born yet!" Chen Bufan lashed out with a slap that sent the woman spinning ten full rounds on the spot, leaving her utterly dazed.
"To bully even a child—in my eyes, a person like you living is the real waste of food." Chen Bufan finished speaking.
"Canglong!"
"Your subordinate understands." Canglong nodded and immediately dragged the woman away.
If he hadn't feared frightening Sisi, Chen Bufan would have killed the woman right then and there.
"Thank you, mister."
A timid, piping voice reached his ears.
Chen Bufan lowered his head, looking at the well-behaved little girl before him, who was gazing up at him with clear, innocent eyes.
All his murderous intent instantly vanished, leaving only a chest full of overwhelming guilt.
To think that he was peerless under heaven, yet his daughter had been subjected to endless bullying!
"Sisi, it is I who should thank you." Chen Bufan choked on his words; if Sisi hadn't sent so many text messages, how else could he have known the truth of it all?
"Mister, don't cry. You have to be as strong as Sisi," Sisi comforted him.