I Betrayed My Family and Devoted Myself to the Demonic Empress

Chapter 1: Having Nothing, There Is No Fear of Threats:

Mythic Desolation Continent.

The Immortal Family, the Ye Clan.

The grand and towering hall stood like an ancient behemoth crouching on the land, majestic and imposing, exuding an aura that could shake the entire world.

In the boundless void, layers of slumbering Saint-level killing formations lay dormant, protecting the entire hall and ready to annihilate any intruders.

An overwhelming pressure of a Saint King’s might pervaded the surroundings, constantly displaying the formidable heritage and strength of the Immortal Ye Clan.

Three years ago, the Ye Clan had led an army to repel the demonic coalition forces, severely wounding the Demon Empress. Since then, whether in prestige or fortune, they had reached the pinnacle of the Mythic Desolation Continent.

They were at their zenith!

At this moment, however, a different atmosphere filled the grand hall.

The suffocating tension made it hard for anyone to breathe.

“Patriarch, the Millennium Fire Lingzhi has been stolen and eaten by Ye Chuchen! I saw it with my own eyes!”

Inside the hall, a crowd had gathered. A young girl with an elegant figure and delicate features pointed at Ye Chuchen, cursing angrily.

“The Millennium Fire Lingzhi contains immense fire-attribute spiritual energy that could help Xiao Xuan break through to the Sea-Splitting Realm! Yet Ye Chuchen had the audacity to steal and consume it.”

“This is an act of sheer arrogance! An unforgivable crime!”

“He deserves to die a hundred times over!”

Amidst the accusations and curses, Ye Chuchen seemed completely detached, as if he couldn’t hear a single word. His deep, star-like eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

At a crucial family trial, as the accused party…

He had actually zoned out.

“Ye Chuchen, is what Ye Ling’er said true? Did you really steal and consume the Millennium Fire Lingzhi?”

The Ye Clan’s Patriarch, Ye Ding, looked down at his son, who remained silent. His brows furrowed, and his face was filled with displeasure and impatience.

This disgraceful son was once his pride, but now…

He had become completely useless.

“…”

Ye Chuchen still did not speak. Instead, he instinctively rubbed his temples, trying to process the flood of memories surging into his mind.

He had been reborn.

Ye Chuchen had once been the Holy Son of the Ye Clan, born with the supreme Chaos Divine Physique. At birth, he triggered incredible phenomena—golden lotuses blooming from the earth, dragons and phoenixes crying in unison, celestial music lingering in the air, and a vast purple aura stretching ten thousand miles.

On the Mythic Desolation Continent, cultivators absorbed the world’s spiritual energy to cultivate. The cultivation ranks were divided into ten realms, each consisting of ten levels:

Qi Gathering, Essence Condensation, Sea-Splitting, Heaven-Opening, Spirit-Communion.
Divine Fire, Great Saint, Saint King, Quasi-Emperor, Great Emperor.

With his supreme divine physique, Ye Chuchen was already at the peak of the Qi Gathering Realm at birth. By the age of three, he reached the Essence Condensation Realm. At five, he mastered the Sea-Splitting Realm. At eight, he stepped into the Heaven-Opening Realm. By twelve, he had entered the Spirit-Communion Realm.

At eighteen, he ignited his Divine Fire. By twenty-one, he forcefully ascended to the Great Saint Realm, becoming the youngest Saint-level powerhouse in the Mythic Desolation Continent, setting unprecedented cultivation records.

His name shook the world!

Aside from the Demon Empress Lin Shuwang, no one could rival him.

At that time, Ye Ding was so proud that he could hardly contain his joy. He would boast to everyone,

“My son, Ye Chuchen, has the makings of a Great Emperor!”

However, less than a year after Ye Chuchen’s breakthrough to the Saint Realm, the Demon Empress Lin Shuwang also ascended to Sainthood, becoming the second youngest and most promising Great Saint-level powerhouse.

Even more terrifying was that after reaching the Saint Realm, Lin Shuwang awakened the Undying Divine Phoenix Physique.

The demonic forces launched an all-out invasion. The sacred lands and immortal families of the Mythic Desolation Continent were plunged into endless war.

In this era where Great Emperors remained absent and Saint Sovereigns secluded themselves, Great Saints were the strongest forces unless the sacred lands and clans faced total annihilation.

Thus, the moment the Demon Empress Lin Shuwang made her move, she defeated the most talented figures from the sacred lands and aristocratic clans. No one could stop her.

To prevent the war from escalating and harming the innocent, the sacred lands and demonic forces agreed to settle their conflict by sending a single champion from each side for a decisive battle.

The demonic forces naturally sent the Demon Empress Lin Shuwang. The moment she unleashed the power of the Undying Divine Phoenix Physique, the prodigies of the sacred lands and heirs of the great families all withered like frostbitten plants.

At the critical moment, Ye Chuchen, who was in seclusion, was forcibly summoned to fight against Lin Shuwang.

That battle shook heaven and earth. The Chaos Divine Physique clashed against the Undying Divine Phoenix Physique.

The two youngest Great Saints of the Mythic Desolation Continent unleashed a terrifying power that rivaled even Saint Kings, shocking the world.

The battle raged on for three days and three nights. In the end, both the Chaos and Phoenix shattered.

Ye Chuchen and Lin Shuwang collapsed, unable to continue fighting, resulting in a draw.

But a draw meant that the war would continue indefinitely, with no resolution in sight.

In the midst of his father Ye Ding’s desperate cries, Ye Chuchen dragged his wounded body, burned his soul, and pushed his life force to its limit. His meridians ruptured, his divine physique shattered, and he transcended his limits.

Squeezing out every last ounce of potential, he forcefully suppressed the Demon Empress Lin Shuwang, securing victory for the righteous path.

From that moment, the Ye Clan was elevated to the status of an Immortal Family due to Ye Chuchen’s contributions.

They were granted a vast stretch of celestial land, controlled ninety-nine spiritual veins, and flourished in fortune and longevity.

Yet, Ye Chuchen was left crippled, his meridians shattered, his divine physique broken—reduced to a useless existence.

It was no exaggeration to say that the Ye Clan owed their rise to Ye Chuchen. Without him, their previously second-rate status would never have been acknowledged by the major sacred lands and aristocratic clans, let alone secured ninety-nine spiritual veins and risen to an Immortal Family.

One would think that even if he had lost his cultivation and become useless, his unmatched sacrifice in elevating the entire Ye Clan would at least grant him a respectable place within the family.

But the reality was cruel.

Stripped of his cultivation and reduced to a cripple, Ye Chuchen was gradually neglected and ostracized by his family. Worse, during this very family trial, he was being falsely accused of stealing the Millennium Fire Lingzhi, and his title of Holy Son was forcibly revoked.

Without the status of Holy Son, his situation in the Ye Clan became even more miserable. With Ye Xuan fanning the flames, not only did his elder siblings bully him, but even the servants dared to trample on his dignity.

Through it all, Ye Ding, his own father, merely watched in silence. His attention, his so-called fatherly love, had long been placed on his adopted son, Ye Xuan. He had completely forgotten about Ye Chuchen.

And so, within a few short years, Ye Chuchen perished in humiliation…

After a few deep breaths, Ye Chuchen’s once-dazed eyes regained their clarity.

Lifting his gaze, he looked at his father Ye Ding, who sat imposingly on the patriarch’s seat, as well as the siblings around him, their eyes burning with rage.

He chuckled bitterly in self-mockery.

It seemed he had truly been reborn.

The heavens had not forsaken him!

The timing of his rebirth was problematic. The current Ye Chuchen was still the same cripple whose meridians were shattered and cultivation was destroyed after his battle with the Demon Empress Lin Shuwang.

What was the point of this rebirth?

Was he supposed to endure another round of humiliation in the Ye Clan and die once again?

Was this some kind of joke???

…

“Brother Chuchen, the Patriarch is speaking to you.”

At that moment, a soft and delicate voice sounded beside Ye Chuchen. Unlike the voices filled with accusations and complaints around him, this one carried concern and unease.

Hearing it was like a breath of fresh air.

That’s right. The family trial was still ongoing. He was all too familiar with this scene.

“Even if Brother Chuchen really did eat the Millennium Fire Lingzhi, it’s not a big deal. At worst, Xuan’er can just stay in seclusion a little longer and still break through.”

“Father, sisters, please don’t blame Brother Chuchen. After all, he once severely injured the Demon Empress and contributed greatly to our Ye Clan. Even if his meridians are shattered and his cultivation is gone…”

Following the voice, Ye Chuchen saw that the one speaking was a young boy, no older than ten. Yet deep within his innocent, big eyes, something lurked…

Resentment and scheming.

But that trace of resentment vanished in an instant. Not even Ye Ding, the Patriarch of the Ye Clan, noticed it—let alone the other clan members.

Watching this seemingly harmless little boy speak on his behalf, Ye Chuchen felt a wave of disgust rise within him.

What a beautifully crafted white lotus.

With just a few words, he made it seem as though he was pleading for Ye Chuchen, but in reality, he had cemented three accusations against him—disrespecting his elders, stealing the Fire Lingzhi, and being a cripple.

He had placed Ye Chuchen on the fire to be roasted, making him the target of everyone’s anger.

Leaving no room for escape.

Sure enough, as soon as Ye Xuan finished speaking, Ye Ding, sitting on the Patriarch’s seat, furrowed his brows, his gaze toward Ye Chuchen growing even colder and more disdainful.

The siblings around them, like ignited firecrackers, began to hurl accusations at Ye Chuchen, with Ye Linger shouting the loudest.

“I know you’re greedy, but even greed has its limits! You shouldn’t have taken Xiao Xuan’s opportunity!”

“Ye Chuchen, you useless waste, the Patriarch is speaking to you! Have you gone mute or deaf?”

Third Sister Ye Qingqing looked at Ye Chuchen with nothing but disgust and contempt, as if even speaking another word to him would dirty her mouth.

“I can’t stand that arrogant look of yours! What, do you still think you’re the Ye Clan’s prodigy? That you’re the youngest Great Saint in the Mythic Desolation Continent?”

“Don’t think you can get away with staying silent. If you delay Xiao Xuan’s breakthrough, you’ll pay for it!”

Fifth Sister Ye Han’s face was equally cold. She didn’t even bother to look at Ye Chuchen and instead turned to Ye Ding, respectfully clasping her hands.

“Father, Ye Chuchen has always had sticky fingers. He often stole our treasures, but we turned a blind eye, not wanting to make a fuss.”

“But this time, he dared to target Xiao Xuan and even stole the Millennium Fire Lingzhi needed for his breakthrough. This… this is no longer just a character flaw!”

“Rules exist for a reason. We hope Father will punish Ye Chuchen severely and give both Xiao Xuan and us a fair answer!”

…

“Say, have you all forgotten something…?”

Before Ye Ding could speak, Ye Chuchen, watching this familiar scene unfold, suddenly chuckled.

“This Fire Lingzhi was found by me in a secret realm and has always been growing on my windowsill.”

“I’m taking something that belongs to me. How dare you call it stealing?!”

In his past life, at this very family trial, Ye Chuchen had been falsely accused of stealing his own Fire Lingzhi. Out of consideration for family ties, he had endured it silently without arguing.

But his patience and tolerance hadn’t earned him any understanding from his father or sisters. Instead, they used it as an excuse to strip him of his title as the Ye Clan’s Holy Son.

From then on, he became a target for all.

In this life, Ye Chuchen would no longer endure or hold back.

A man with nothing had no fear of threats!

“…”

“…”

His words left his sisters momentarily stunned.

They had never expected Ye Chuchen to actually dare to talk back to them.

But soon, Third Sister Ye Qingqing was the first to recover. She pointed at Ye Chuchen and snapped,

“So what if that Millennium Fire Lingzhi was yours?!”

“Do you not know that Xiao Xuan is at a breakthrough bottleneck and desperately needs it?”

“It’s just a Fire Lingzhi! You value it so much that you’re willing to disregard Xiao Xuan, us, and the entire Ye Clan?!”

“Ye Chuchen, I was wrong about you!”

Ye Qingqing’s words were already ridiculous enough, but unexpectedly, Fifth Sister Ye Han also sneered at Ye Chuchen with disdain.

“Ye Chuchen, you dare to defy Father? You dare to go against us sisters now?”

“You really think we care about that Millennium Fire Lingzhi? Our Ye Clan is an Immortal Family, ruling over ninety-nine spiritual veins. Do you think we’d be lacking a mere Fire Lingzhi?”

“What we care about is your attitude! Your attitude toward Xiao Xuan! Your attitude toward the Ye Clan!”

“Hmph, you don’t even have the slightest sense of sacrifice. No wonder your meridians shattered, and you became a cripple who can no longer cultivate!”

The moment Ye Han finished speaking, the youngest, Ye Linger, unwilling to be left out, immediately pointed at Ye Chuchen’s nose and started shouting as she always did.

“Ye Chuchen, putting aside the facts, do you really have no sense of—”

Before she could finish, Ye Chuchen raised his hand.

And slapped her.

Hard.

Pa!

A bright red handprint instantly appeared on Ye Linger’s snow-white, delicate face.

At this moment, the entire grand hall fell silent.