Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Six years

Inside the cellar were women, children, and a few men huddled together, their eyes hollow. They were all ransom victims waiting for their families to pay for their freedom. Their lives were hanging by a thread. The young woman found her mother-in-law cradling her baby. Tears flowed freely as they embraced.

The others expressed their gratitude their gazes like they had seen a saviour. "Young Lord," they murmured, their voices a chorus of relief. Xiang Yu's brow arched. He was no lord, but titles mattered little in this moment.

He helped them down the mountain, away from the compound. And when they reached safety, he distributed the bandit's ill-gotten fortune among them.

As they counted the coins, Xiang Yu's gaze lingered on the young woman. Her eyes held a mix of awe and fear as she looked at him cautiously. He was just a little boy but his eyes and aura were unsettling. He smiled at her, a smile with no sarcasm or ill will. It was a genuine warm smile from his heart.

"Take care of your baby and tell them that you love them no matter what," he said his hand clutching the jade pendant hanging around his neck.

The young woman hugged her baby closer her expression a little vexed. That was because her child was her whole world so why would she not take care of him? She didn't know that in this world there was a mother who would try and kill her ten-year-old son.

This one encounter was the beginning of a legend. It was the tale of a red-eyed half-demon child.

They said he had eyes like smouldering coals, crimson and piercing. His presence carried an otherworldly aura like a god. To the poor and forgotten he was their salvation.

He roamed the realm, a solitary figure in torn robes, his blade swift and merciless. Where immortals turned their backs, he stepped forward. Even the most fierce bandits quaked at the mere mention of his name.

Xiang Yu was completely unaware of this. He sat up with a jolt waking up from his sleep. His hand brushed against something and it fell onto the ground with a clatter. He glanced down from the rock he was sleeping on. He found that it was his things that the bandits had robbed from him. Confusion clouded his mind for a moment. He remembered everything that happened last night. He recalled how he gathered the blood of beech tree branches in the mountains and burnt them making the bandits kill each other.

That was the plan but he hadn't done it, had he? He remembered doing it but he didn't feel like he did it. It felt like a lucid dream. His mind buzzed unable to make sense of it.

After what seemed like an eternity he lay back on the rock staring at the rough ceiling. His laughter bubbled up. It was a wild and unsettling sound echoing off the cave walls. The creatures nearby fled into the shadows in fear.

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Fully aware of his shortcomings Xiang Yu knew he had to do some sort of training. In the world of demons, only the strong were recognised. If he was too weak he would die before even laying his eyes on his father.