Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 804 - Cruel World

This island was like a vast and boundless city, teeming with life.

As Chen Fan observed the bustling crowd, a peculiar expression crossed his face. However, he quickly felt at ease.

The Myriad Demon Islands housed powerful demonic cultivators and numerous ordinary cultivators. In fact, the average martial artist, unless actively using demonic arts, appeared no different from those on the Tianwu Continent.

Over countless years, the Myriad Demon Islands had developed into an independent world of their own. The people here mainly practiced demonic cultivation techniques, giving them a more ferocious edge. However, this did not mean that demonic cultivators were all evildoers and the martial artists on Tianwu Continent were saints.

Tianwu Continent did not reject demonic cultivators.

Take Chen Fan, for example. He, too, had practiced the Chaotic Heaven Demonic Art, but he hadn’t faced exclusion or disdain.

Ultimately, one’s path—whether righteous or wicked—wasn’t defined by their cultivation technique but by their actions. Those who practiced orthodox methods but committed atrocities were still evil. Conversely, demonic cultivators who performed good deeds were often seen as righteous.

Good and evil weren’t determined by cultivation alone but by conduct

It looks like I will have to gain a firm foothold here and ensure my survival if I’m to find Mu Tianfang. Chen Fan thought.

The Myriad Demon Islands were full of demonic cultivators. Chen Fan could be considered decently strong, but many on the Myriad Demon Islands could still kill him. Rampaging recklessly wasn’t an option—not yet.

If anyone truly had the power to destroy the Myriad Demon Islands, it would have happened long ago. There was no way it would have stood here for tens of thousands of years.

Pushing these thoughts aside, Chen Fan stepped forward, walking toward a city on this island to gather information about the Myriad Demon Islands.

Chen Fan’s eyes were like lightning, seeing through the cultivation levels of the people here.

The majority were below the Heavenly Star realm, with most of them in the Divine Nascent realm. However, Heavenly Star realm cultivators were not uncommon, though those at its peak were exceedingly rare.

Strolling on the demonic island, he blended in effortlessly, drawing no undue attention.

Fights on the island were extremely common. Disputes often escalated into drawn weapons and open combat at the slightest provocation.

Such scenes were unsurprising to the locals, given the combative nature of demonic cultivators. The very essence of demonic cultivation techniques encouraged unrestrained and domineering behavior. @@novelbin@@

After more than ten days of exploration, Chen Fan gradually gained some understanding of the Myriad Demon Islands.

The Myriad Demon Islands was a group of millions of demonic islands. Each demonic island had a powerful demonic sect or several forces controlling it.

The demonic island was under the control of the Xuan Ting Demon Sect, ruled by the Demon King Xuan Ting.

Demon kings were Manifestation realm powerhouses.

Xuan Ting was in the fifth-level Manifestation realm but was considered ordinary on the vast Myriad Demon Islands.

Based on the understanding Chen Fan had gained recently, the power hierarchy grew more intimidating the closer one got to the core, which was a demonic mountain that commanded the entire region.

The demonic mountain was the center of the entire Myriad Demon Islands. A formidable figure of the demonic path resided there, making it a sacred site in the eyes of countless demonic cultivators.

All those who lived on this demonic island had to obey the rules of the Xuan Ting Demon Sect. Their authority was far more oppressive than that of the Tianwu Continent.

When Chen Fan was gathering information on this island, very few people dared to mention Demon King Xuan Ting, as if afraid of violating a taboo.

Interestingly, all of this was relayed to him by a spirited thirteen-year-old girl.

Currently, Chen Fan sat quietly in a courtyard. In front of him was a lively and sharp young girl, her pretty features glowing with mischief.

Her name was Mo Qingyu—a bright, kind-hearted girl who had quickly earned Chen Fan’s affection.

“Xiaoyu, are you spouting nonsense in front of Mister Chen again?” A lighthearted voice rang out as a poised and elegant woman approached. She looked like she was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, though her real age was much greater. Her warm smile radiated gentleness.

“Madam Mo,” greeted Chen Fan, standing up.

“No need to be so polite, Mister Chen. This girl ran out alone yesterday, and if it wasn’t for your help, she might have been abducted,” said the woman, glaring at Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu, however, grinned mischievously, sticking her tongue out at her mother before nestling closer to Chen Fan, “Mom, if I hadn’t gotten into trouble, I wouldn’t have met Mister Chen. This is called fate.”

“Madam Mo, who were those people? How could they target a child?” Chen Fan asked, recalling the events of yesterday.

“There are no rules on the demonic island. Anyone related to the Xuan Ting Demon Sect acts with unchecked arrogance, doing as they please. Those guys were from the Zhang Clan. Their family has a daughter cultivating in the Xuan Ting Demon Sect, a so-called pride of heaven. Around here, the Zhang Clan is king, seizing anyone or anything that catches their interest. Zhang Wuji is even more of a beast who practices a perverted demonic art. If it wasn’t for you, Mister Chen, I’m afraid Xiaoyu would have suffered in their vicious hands.”

Her face clouded with worry as she continued, furrowing her brow. “Mister Chen, are you certain you weren’t followed when you left yesterday?”

“Probably not,” Chen Fan replied, shaking his head.

“Hopefully they won’t track us down, if not...” Madam Mo’s expression darkened before she sighed deeply and turned to Xiaoyu. “Your father was killed in a fight years ago. You mustn’t run around recklessly anymore. This island is far too dangerous. Focus on your cultivation instead.”

“I will, Mother.” Xiaoyu nodded. Her innocent gaze shifted to Chen Fan, and she asked, “Mister Chen, you sent those people flying with just one palm strike yesterday. You must be at the peak of the Divine Nascent realm, right? Can you comprehend a Martial Dao Will and step into the Heavenly Star realm?”

“I think I can manage that,” Chen Fan said with a smile.

“Then you have to cultivate well in the future, Mister Chen. My grandfather comprehended a Martial Dao Will and stepped into the Heavenly Star realm. He is amazing.”

“Mmm, Xiaoyu, why don’t you tell me more about the Myriad Demon Islands? You mentioned that the simplest way to join the Xuan Ting Demon Sect is to kill one of their disciples—is that true?” Chen Fan asked.

“That’s right.” Xiaoyu nodded. “The demonic island is a cruel place where the strong rise. If you kill someone, you can take their position. Here, power speaks louder than anything else, even...”

Xiaoyu lowered her voice and continued, “If you kill Demon King Xuan Ting, then you will become the new demon king.”

“Xiaoyu!” Madam Mo’s complexion paled slightly. She understood the ruthless nature of the Demonic Island all too well—careless words could be deadly.

“Rest assured, Madam Mo. I will keep this to myself,” Chen Fan assured softly.

Suddenly, several figures flashed and came. Madam Mo’s expression changed as she said, “Brother.”

“You bitch, have you grown lonely since my younger brother died? How dare you bring a man home? And that little bitch, capture her and send her to Young Master Zhang as an apology on my behalf,” said the youth leading the group.

Madam Mo’s face turned ashen, trembling at his words.