The Villain’s Memories Revealed

Jiang Zhige carefully recalled the plot in the novel when the Demon Emperor was surrounded and killed, and quickly found a solution.

Among the people present, one of them happened to be a former subordinate of the Demon Emperor. He was Zhou Wuji, the Xuancang Divine General.

Since joining the Xuancang Holy Land, he had always been loyal to the Demon Emperor. Unfortunately, not only did he not gain the trust of the Demon Emperor but also learned one day that his wife was killed by the Demon Emperor.

Zhou Wuji gathered up the courage to ask the Demon Emperor for an explanation, but the Demon Emperor brushed him off.

Years of suspicion and the heinous act of killing his wife completely disappointed him in the Demon Emperor.

In fact, what hurt Zhou Wuji the most was not his wife’s death, but the Demon Emperor’s indifferent attitude.

At that time, Qu Yun had the idea of attacking the Xuancang Holy Land. Zhou Wuji hesitated for a long time but ultimately betrayed the Demon Emperor.

If it weren’t for him being a spy, Qu Yun and his team wouldn’t have been able to easily conquer the Xuancang Holy Land.

Jiang Zhige secretly considered that with Zhou Wuji’s personality, as long as he altered his memories appropriately, Zhou Wuji would surely have a change of heart and risk his life to help reduce the seal of the Heaven-Binding Chains.

“Young man, whether I can escape or not, it’s all up to you…”

………

In the flickering light and shadows, several hours had passed.

As night fell, and with the heavy snow making it impossible to travel on, the two of them had no choice but to rest in the cave overnight.

The next day at dawn, Jiang Zhige’s face was deathly pale as he slowly sat up, clutching his injured leg.

The pain was excruciating, and he couldn’t possibly have slept well.

Jiang Zhige turned his head to look at Nangong Rou, who was nestled by his side, frowning in what seemed like an uneasy sleep.

He adjusted her sleeping position to make her more comfortable and moved his body away from hers.

He lifted the hem of his left pant leg, revealing the bloody wound inside.

After the snow that had covered the wound had melted, Jiang Zhige had to endure the pain and maintain his posture for several hours to prevent Nangong Rou from discovering it.

If he didn’t treat the wound soon, he wouldn’t survive another two hours.

After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Zhige looked towards the dying fire.

With lightning speed, he took out a piece of charcoal from the fire and pressed it hard against his injured leg.

Sizzle…

The intense burning sensation in his leg and hand twisted Jiang Zhige’s expression and caused the veins on his forehead to bulge.

To avoid waking Nangong Rou, he could only grit his teeth and endure the pain, watching as the charcoal slowly seared his wound.

……

In the Zhengyang Palace, everyone present wore expressions of shock.

“Is the Demon Emperor really using charcoal to forcibly sew up his wound?”

“Although this method can stop bleeding and save one’s life, the environment here is so harsh that it would only extend one’s life by a few hours at most…”

“The Demon Emperor is truly ruthless. He’s so young yet he can endure such excruciating pain without making a sound.”

Hundreds of strong individuals present were filled with emotion. Even if they had reached the peak of the Heavenly Realm, they wouldn’t be able to remain calm while their flesh was being burned by charcoal.

Qu Yun frowned and stared at Jiang Zhige on the screen, saying in a deep voice, “Perhaps it’s precisely because of this ruthlessness that he was able to reach the Great Emperor Realm.”

Nangong Rou wiped away her tears. Qu Yun was right. Jiang Zhige was not only ruthless towards himself, but even more so towards those around him.

Otherwise, as a beggar, how could he have made a name for himself as the Demon Emperor and ruled over the Heavenly Realm?

……

When the wound was completely charred, Jiang Zhige threw away the charcoal and collapsed onto the ground, feeling dizzy and breathless.

He looked pale and lifeless, feeling as though he had just returned from the brink of death.

In fact, ever since he was born, Jiang Zhige had been fighting for his life every day.

But this time was the closest he had ever been to death.

After a long while, Jiang Zhige struggled to sit up and looked towards the dwindling embers of the fire.

It was still snowing and without the fire, the temperature inside the cave would not be much warmer than outside.

Jiang Zhige could barely withstand the cold, but Nangong Rou was different. He could not let her suffer with him.

Without much thought, Jiang Zhige slowly removed his patched linen clothes to reveal the dry hay wrapped around his body with a thin rope.

Being poor all his life, he couldn’t afford silk clothes or warm jackets, so he had to wrap himself in dry hay to keep warm.

Jiang Zhige untied the rope and placed the hay bit by bit into the fire.

The flames reignited and Nangong Rou’s expression quickly eased a bit.

Unfortunately, the hay didn’t burn for long, and the fire began to weaken again.

Seeing Nangong Rou’s expression becoming uncomfortable once again, Jiang Zhige started to feel anxious.

He thought for a moment and suddenly removed his undershirt and put it into the fire.

The fire stabilized immediately, and Nangong Rou’s sleep became noticeably more comfortable.

Jiang Zhige breathed a sigh of relief and tried to get as close to the fire as possible, roasting his body that was almost frozen.

In the following time, in order to maintain the fire, he repeatedly burned his own clothes until only a linen jacket was left.

Jiang Zhige didn’t burn the linen jacket, not because he was reluctant, but because he was afraid that Nangong Rou would wake up and find out what he had done.

With a linen jacket outside, Jiang Zhige only looked a little thinner, and Nangong Rou probably wouldn’t notice anything.

Two hours later, the fire had completely extinguished, and the snow outside finally eased up a bit.

Jiang Zhige looked at the dimming sky, leaned close to Nangong Rou’s ear and whispered, “Rou’er, wake up, it’s daylight.”

After a while, Nangong Rou slowly sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes and murmured, “Brother, do we have to leave so early?”

“Rou’er, when we find that place, you can sleep as long as you want, and we can eat a lot of delicious food.”

Jiang Zhige smiled bitterly. He was afraid that if they didn’t hurry, he wouldn’t be able to accompany Nangong Rou to finish the ten-mile journey alive.

Nangong Rou seemed to be in a bad mood, and still didn’t cheer up at the words, pouting and saying, “Brother, I’m hungry again, I don’t want to wait, I want to eat now.”

Jiang Zhige’s expression slightly stiffened, he remained silent for a moment, forced a smile and said, “Then Rou’er, wait a little bit, brother will go find food now.”

After Jiang Zhige finished speaking, he took a deep breath, endured the pain in his injured leg, stood up and pretended to walk casually towards outside the cave.

“Okay, Rou’er will wait for brother to come back.”

Nangong Rou yawned and lay back down, closing her eyes again.

After the experience of eating meat yesterday, she still had high hopes for Jiang Zhige this time.

…

At this moment, everyone in the palace was filled with emotion.

You see, clothes are meant for warmth and protection from the cold, and Jiang Zhige could have easily given his clothes to Nangong Rou. However, he instead threw them into the fire as fuel.

You could say he was foolish, but he certainly wasn’t stupid, yet he still did it.

“Burning clothes for warmth, is there really such a ridiculous thing in the world?”

“The Demon Emperor is like this, and he’s still looking for food?”

“Quick, look, the Demon Emperor has stopped outside the cave again and hasn’t gone far. He, he wouldn’t be… ”

Throughout the heavens and earth, all the tribes of the Nine Continents were shaken, their eyes glued to the image in the light and shadow.

“Burning clothes for warmth, cutting flesh for food, is he… really the Demon Emperor?”

“The artifact of Empress Frostsong has appeared, so it cannot be fake.”

“Since the Demon Emperor took control of the heavens, he has been brutal, bloodthirsty, tyrannical, and has disappointed the people of the world. But now it seems that at least he is worthy of Lady Nangong.”