Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 1 Reincarnation 1

Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Monster Brother

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Chapter One: One Hundred Lifetimes

The campfire was reduced to a smoldering ember, and the bright moonlight cast a pale white glow on the beach. The sound of the waves rolled in, as if beckoning the wanderers from afar to return home soon.

Zhuo Yang was woken up by the cold and stared blankly at the moon.

"Today we've become a laughing stock again."

He sighed helplessly; he missed home.

As a salesperson with dismal performance, being scolded is commonplace. But not only are you busy every day without any results, you also have to be ridiculed by your department manager and colleagues every day. Those days are really tough.

"Perhaps going back to my hometown and finding a job nearby, and taking care of my parents is what I should do." Zhuo Yang's ordinary yet somewhat handsome face finally relaxed.

Suddenly, a storm arose on the sea, and the ashes from the campfire were blown all over Zhuo Yang. The moon was quickly shrouded in dark clouds, and soon thunder rumbled.

Zhuo Yang was about to go home when suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the beach in front of him.

A white shadow appeared in the sky and slowly drifted down.

Dressed in ancient white robes and skirts, with a figure as graceful as a willow branch, her hair flowing freely and styled in double buns, she was a classical beauty who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. Her small, delicate face was exquisite and alluring, and her bright, phoenix-shaped eyes curiously observed Zhuo Yang.

"you are human?"

The sound was also very pleasant, clear and crisp like a bell.

Zhuo Yang snapped out of his daze, scratched his head, and said, "Sis, of course I'm a human!"

The girl in white stared wide-eyed, then suddenly giggled, "Great! You're human, and your yang energy is so abundant. This demon will just have a taste of what yang energy tastes like!"

With that, she moved gracefully, seemingly slowly but actually very quickly, and arrived in front of Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang thought the girl was teasing him and was about to play along when she suddenly reached out and grabbed his neck.

"Don't resist. I heard that it's not painful to have your yang energy drained, okay?" The girl in white gently patted Zhuo Yang's forehead.

Her cherry lips parted, and a golden bead the size of a longan floated out, accompanied by a delicate fragrance.

Zhuo Yang suddenly felt a cool sensation on his head, and a faint white mist appeared before his eyes, drifting towards the bead.

"My yang energy..."

Zhuo Yang was terrified, but his consciousness became blurred, and his strength gradually left his body, making it impossible for him to resist.

But the next moment, he suddenly widened his eyes: "If I'm going to die, I'll face the sky. Who's afraid of who?"

He opened his mouth and bit the golden bead.

The girl in white was dumbfounded, never expecting that a mere mortal would dare to swallow her demon core.

"It's disgusting! I was going to swallow it, so spit it out!" she shouted hurriedly, while tightening her grip on Zhuo Yang's neck.

Zhuo Yang's eyes rolled back as he was being pinched, but he still forced himself to swallow the demon core, which was the size of a longan.

"You swallowed it?"

The girl in white couldn't stop smiling.

"Yes...yes!"

Zhuo Yang responded with his head held high and a resolute air.

But as he approached, a sudden burning sensation throughout his body shattered his resolve. It felt as if a powerful heat was surging through his skin from the inside out.

"You swallowed my demon core, now prepare to explode and die!"

The girl in white was furious, her face turning ashen, but there was nothing she could do but wait for the mortal in front of her to be blown up so she could retrieve her demon core.

He wasted several years of cultivation and a mortal with abundant yang energy.

At this moment, Zhuo Yang felt as if he had been thrown into a vat of boiling oil. His muscles and bones were in excruciating pain, and it felt as if something in his head had suddenly shattered.

Countless images flooded out like a burst dam, a fleeting moment that felt like thousands of years had passed...

"It turns out I've already reincarnated a hundred times on this planet!"

Zhuo Yang's expression returned to calm.

……

Zhuo Yang, who swept through the demon realm and was invincible in countless battles, becoming the supreme demon lord, was ambushed and besieged by the demon emperor Nanhuang and thirty-six immortal venerables of the immortal realm when he challenged the demon emperor to a duel. His physical body was sealed, and his primordial spirit was thrown into a black hole, allowing him to escape by chance and finally fall to the mortal world.

His primordial spirit was severely injured, so Zhuo Yang could only seal his memories and enter a cycle of reincarnation, hoping that a fortuitous encounter would allow him to recover. His primordial spirit reincarnated a hundred times on this planet called Blue Star…

Fortunately, a miracle finally occurred in this lifetime.

Zhuo Yang's mother in this life, Lin Shishi, is the daughter of the Lin family in the capital of China. She fell in love with a poor boy named Zhuo Yuze. The Lin family objected, so Lin Shishi resolutely abandoned her engagement with the Wang family, another powerful family in the capital, and eloped with Zhuo Yuze. She only returned home after giving birth to Zhuo Yang, but the result was tragic: she was expelled from her family.

The year my father graduated from junior high school, he lost his last investment. A man who claimed to be Zhuo Yang's uncle punched my father and told him, "If it weren't for you, Shishi would be living a very comfortable life now, having married Wang Shanlong!"

"The Wang family has been plotting against you behind your back all along, and Wang Shanlong is the mastermind behind it!"

This was what his uncle whispered before he left, and Zhuo Yang vaguely heard it in the room.

At that moment, Zhuo Yang vowed to avenge his father and clear his mother's name, proving that her judgment was correct!

Contrary to his wishes, after graduating from university, Zhuo Yang came to Lingzhou City and became a salesman at Fuhai Trading, the top company in Lingzhou. Not only did he always rank last in sales, but he was also constantly bullied by his colleagues and superiors...

"All of this must be Wang Shanlong's doing!"

Zhuo Yang clenched his fists, his gaze turning cold.

Since the Wang family still refuses to let go of the grudges from more than 20 years ago, then don't blame Zhuo Yang for retaliating!

Having figured everything out, Zhuo Yang smiled slightly at the monster girl in front of him.

The girl shuddered and asked in astonishment, "Why didn't you explode?"

"Because I am also a demon, a demon lord whose primordial spirit has reincarnated. Your demon core can help me regain my memories!" Zhuo Yang smiled calmly, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Your demon core has already been devoured by me, and you have lost all your demonic power. Compared to mortals, you are only physically stronger, so letting you go would be to harm you."

"The mortal realm is too dangerous; you can stay and be my pet."

"Demon Lord..." The girl in white was so frightened that her body trembled. She turned around and tried to run away, but she really had no demon power left. She took a leap, but fell on the beach.

"My demon core... is really gone!"

She screamed, her body rapidly changing until only a pile of clothes remained.

Then, a snow-white mink emerged from the clothes. Its body was only a little longer than a palm, and even including its tail, it was only the length of a forearm. It looked like a big rat, and Zhuo Yang grabbed it in his hand.

"So it's a Misty White Sable, naturally able to control water, quite a rare species." Zhuo Yang shook his head and smiled faintly, "Little fairy, your cultivation is too weak, without your demon core you can't even transform into human form."

The ferret didn't dare to move an inch, its whole body trembling, its big black eyes seeming to be pleading.

Zhuo Yang looked into those eyes and laughed, "You've helped me, so naturally I won't treat you unfairly. I guarantee you'll rebuild your demon core within a year and reach the Heavenly Demon realm within ten years!"

The Heavenly Demon is the strongest demon before ascension, and is no less powerful than cultivators in the Mahayana or Tribulation Transcending stages!

The ferret blinked and nodded excitedly.

He must be a demon lord, otherwise he wouldn't be unharmed after swallowing my demon core. Following him is the right thing to do!

Zhuo Yang patted the ferret's head, pondered for a moment, and said, "I'll give you a name... Little Scoundrel!"

Little rascal?

The ferret rolled its eyes: I'm not a bird demon, this sounds awful!

The inability to transform into human form does not mean that her intelligence is impaired; she can understand human speech, she just cannot speak it.

Zhuo Yang didn't give her a chance to argue and casually stuffed her into his backpack.

"Southern Phoenix Demon Emperor, you call yourself one of the eight great demon emperors of the demon realm? How dare you lower yourself to join forces with the immortal realm to kill me! Humph!" With a disdainful tone and eyes that became as deep as an ancient well, Zhuo Yang faced the sea and smiled smirk, "So what? I, the supreme demon lord, am still alive!"

"So what if only a trace of the primordial spirit remains after a hundred reincarnations?"

"I found them all, bit by bit!"

"So what if I become a mortal?"

"Today I will cultivate into a demon in a mortal body. One day, I will return to the demon realm and take back my original form and everything I have lost!"

I will become stronger!

Roars echoed across the beach as Zhuo Yang finally unleashed all the anger and resentment he felt from being surrounded and killed, and forced to live a life of wasted years.

Silver snakes darted across the sky, and the rolling thunder drowned out the shouts.

Zhuo Yang sneered, threw down his backpack, and ran wildly to the highest rock on the shore, pointing both fingers to the sky.

"In this life, my memories have returned and my primordial spirit has been awakened, so I will cultivate the most dangerous technique of the demon race—the Heaven-Devouring Thunder Tribulation!"

A bolt of lightning struck down, hitting Zhuo Yang, who was howling to the sky, instantly burning off his clothes and leaving his skin and flesh torn apart.

"Come on...come on, it's not enough!"

Despite being tattered and battered, Zhuo Yang stood firm and roared once more.

On the distant beach, a cute little head peeked out from a backpack, looking at Zhuo Yang in horror as he was being battered by lightning.

"Tempering skin and bones, forging veins with thunder and fire—even if the final achievement is as high as the heavens, how painful it is!"

"He's definitely not human, he's a complete pervert!"