Chapter 7

C7 – Automatically Send to Your Door

Carrying a wild rabbit, Yin Xu made his way back to the Huo Family Villa. From a distance, he spotted the butler pacing anxiously, craning his neck to scan the surroundings.

Catching sight of Yin Xu, the butler’s eyes brightened, his expression betraying deep concern.

Yin Xu felt a twinge of emotion. In his previous life, many feared and respected him, yet not a single soul genuinely cared for him.

Recollecting fragments of his past, he recalled associating with an elderly Taoist. Upon discovering Yin Xu’s unique physique, Old Devil Mo murdered the Taoist, intending to use Yin Xu as a vessel.

Were it not for the Taoist’s cultivation deviation and his incitement of others to rebel, Yin Xu would have perished.

Following Old Devil Yin’s demise, Yin Xu appropriated an incomplete cultivation technique and several vials of pills. Concealing himself at the base of a cliff, he cultivated for two decades, emerging only after attaining Foundation Establishment.

Initially discreet, Yin Xu secluded himself until reaching the Nascent Soul stage, then began stirring up trouble.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

Having unified the demonic realm, he became revered like a deity by demonic cultivators, while the righteous cultivators shunned him, particularly after he obliterated several prominent sects.

The lantern by the door cast a soft glow, softening Yin Xu’s countenance as he handed the rabbit to the butler, inquiring casually, “Is there hot water available?”

Old Housekeeper visibly startled by the sight in Yin Xu’s arms, exclaimed, “Young Master, where did you find this?”

“He stumbled upon me,” Yin Xu replied truthfully.

Old Housekeeper chuckled awkwardly, “Indeed, it seems so.”

Was this still the same inept individual from three years prior? Regardless, Huo Yiloong harbored resentment towards this useless younger brother.

He furrowed his brows, reprimanding, “Seventh brother, why haven’t you promptly paid your respects to the First Prince? Has no one educated you on proper etiquette?”

With the aid of the previous owner’s memories, Yin Xu recognized Huo Yiloong as the fifth sibling of this body, yet also as one of his most despised individuals.

Three years prior, upon his return home, he endured numerous taunts from this fifth brother. Enduring being locked in the latrine for an entire night, he became the subject of ridicule throughout the Huo Family.

Despite this mistreatment, no one came to Huo Tian’s defense, let alone administered any significant punishment.

“Fifth brother jests. Being from the countryside, someone like me naturally lacks refinement in etiquette. Perhaps you could assist?” Seating himself at the table without invitation, Yin Xu assumed authority, directing, “Xiao Wu, ascertain if the kitchen staff has departed. Prepare a table of food and wine for our esteemed guests.”

Emerging from a shadowy corner, Wu Sheng swiftly responded as he darted away, his pace resembling that of a rabbit’s. One could only speculate how long he had been concealed there.

“No need, we’ve already dined at the restaurant,” the First Prince declared calmly, casting a disdainful glance at Yin Xu. With an air of natural superiority, he remarked, “Rumors are indeed unreliable. Although Seventh Young Master Huo may be a bit plump, he’s hardly resembling a round ball.”

“Yiloong, you’re exaggerating. I find Seventh Young Master’s resemblance to Uncle Huo quite striking, even more so than yours,” remarked the man beside Huo Yiloong.

“Humph! Resemblance means nothing if one lacks substance. He’s still worthless!”

Huo Yiloong, the youngest son of Huo Zhengquan’s current legal wife, had been lavished with attention since childhood. Endowed with decent natural talent, he harbored a sense of superiority over others, particularly looking down on his ineffectual younger brother, Huo Tian.

Over the course of his life, Huo Zhengquan had taken three wives, the most recent hailing from the northwest, reportedly a princess from a small western kingdom.

Yin Xu remained silent in response to their remarks. He detested when people made assumptions based on his appearance, and he harbored a distaste for those who bore resemblance to him in this world.