Obviously.

Though Jun Changxiao dissected the Demon Ancestor, he also coincidentally saved him.

The so-called Soul Punishment was actually detonating the time bomb embedded in the skull after various hellish torments, thereby achieving soul annihilation.

When the Enforcement Hall sentenced the Demon Ancestor, various cruel punishments came one after another. He happened to be in a state of soul and mental paralysis, completely unable to feel pain.

Later.

When the bomb was about to explode to pronounce his death sentence, it was dismantled in time by Jun Changxiao.

In other words.

The Demon Ancestor who should have experienced painful torment and soul annihilation successfully resolved the crisis with Dog Leftover’s help, even without experiencing pain—like truly having a completely unaware cranial surgery.

Was he miserable?

No, he was lucky.

Lucky that at life’s darkest moment, he met Jun Changxiao who abused him a thousand times yet still treated him like first love.

Speaking of which, it was strange—having a bomb in his head, the Demon Ancestor himself hadn’t noticed.

If Elder Taixuan hadn’t opened the skull, no one would have thought that in the extremely small space of the head, there was actually a fingernail-sized device hidden.

“Very vicious.”

Jun Changxiao evaluated: “Very imaginative.”

“…”

Looking at the bomb device taken from his own brain, the Demon Ancestor fell into silence.

Some things didn’t need much explanation—he understood.

That’s right.

He’d been saved.

Saved by the guy who took his constitution, subordinates, and body.

Seeds representing complex emotions were planted in his heart, slowly being nurtured. One day they would sprout.

“The bomb has been removed.”

Jun Changxiao said: “You’re free now.”

“…”

“Buddha said saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You don’t need to be grateful to me either.”

“…”

The Demon Ancestor nearly roared.

You screwed me over so badly, and I should be grateful you saved me once?

Dream on!

…

The Demon Ancestor recuperated in the Medical Hall’s ward for half a month.

After his injuries gradually healed, he had to admit that after removing the bomb from his head, his whole person was much more spirited than before.

Even that ever-present oppressive feeling had completely disappeared.

The Star Spirit Realm’s method of controlling servant corpses was placing a bomb in their heads. It could not only control their bodies but also control their thinking.

Once removed, they were truly free.

“Hmph!”

The Demon Ancestor clenched his fists, swearing in his heart again and again: “This ancestor will not be grateful to that guy!”

His mood improved, but grudges couldn’t be forgotten.

He diligently cultivated hatred almost daily.

However, Jun Changxiao’s treatment of this former enemy villain provided the best medical facilities and top-quality patient meals as much as possible, making him fully feel what warm love meant.

The Demon Ancestor wasn’t human.

But he was also an upper cosmic being with many human characteristics, so gradually, the anger in his heart slowly faded.

“No!”

The Demon Ancestor roared inwardly: “I haven’t forgotten, I’m enduring hardships to build strength, I’m concealing my capabilities!”

“Chomp chomp.”

In the cafeteria, wearing patient clothes, he gently set down his bowl, then squinted: “Another bowl!”

Yi Hei brought over fried rice, then returned to the back kitchen, quite unhappy: “How long is this guy going to freeload?”

“Sect Master said.”

The busy Liu Wanshi said: “Eat until he figures it out.”

“Alright.”

Yi Hei said: “Still have to serve him a long time.”

The next day.

The Demon Ancestor once again punctually came to the cafeteria.

Just as he sat down, Jun Changxiao appeared before him, smiling: “Your complexion is rosy and lustrous, your injuries are healing well.”

“…”

The Demon Ancestor became alert.

He still had self-awareness. He absolutely didn’t believe the other party would let him freeload. The more selfless the care, the more hidden schemes.

Jun Changxiao ordered a spicy fish head and sat beside him.

While waiting for the dish, his fingers rhythmically tapped the table.

“Tap.”

“Tap tap.”

“Tap tap tap…”

The atmosphere was slightly oppressive. The Demon Ancestor became more cautious, not even daring to eat. Finally unable to endure it, he broke down: “What exactly do you want!”

Jun Changxiao stopped tapping the table, his face extremely serious: “Want to do something big?”

“No!”

The Demon Ancestor answered decisively.

This guy must be scheming against me. I must hold firm, can’t be confused by his expression and words!

“Are you sure?”

“Defini—”

Seeing Dog Leftover’s extremely serious expression, the Demon Ancestor immediately wavered.

“According to this period’s reconnaissance.” Jun Changxiao said: “The Star Spirit Realm’s servant corpse numbers basically equal the warriors, possibly even slightly higher.”

The Demon Ancestor didn’t speak.

Indeed.

There were many servant corpses in the Star Spirit Realm.

Though they had no status, no dignity, they were spread throughout the entire plane.

“Whether human or other beings, from birth they should enjoy equal rights. If oppressed, if exploited, they should unyieldingly stand up and resist!” Jun Changxiao said.

“You want me to rebel against the Star Spirit Realm?”

“Correct.”

“…”

The Demon Ancestor rolled his eyes.

Though the existing bomb had been removed, though he’d regained his freedom, rebelling against a top-tier elite plane—his brain would have to be diseased.

As the Demon Illusion Clan’s boss, he had ambitions too.

However, after living in the Star Spirit Realm for over ten years, the deeper he understood this plane’s order and strength, the more he had no fantasies of resistance.

Fair rights were only held in the hands of a minority.

Even though he was now free, he still couldn’t escape his servant corpse identity. In the strictly hierarchical Star Spirit Realm, he was destined to be a marginal existence.

From scheming to resurrection—

What the Demon Ancestor did might not be inferior to the Heavenly Demon Emperor.

But years of bottom-level living, years of being treated as a slave, had gradually worn down his inner edges.

Strive to survive—

This was the Demon Ancestor’s only current thought.

So when the Eternal Sect showed him friendliness, he shamelessly freeloaded food and drink. In the past, even if he died, even if he jumped from the mountain, he’d never eat that meal.

“You might think this is a pipe dream.” Jun Changxiao said.

The Demon Ancestor said: “It is a pipe dream.”

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao dumped white rice upside down on the table, then used a hand chop to divide it in half, pushing half to the left, half to the right: “The Star Spirit Realm is like this bowl of white rice. The left represents nobles, the right represents servant corpses.”

Having said this, he spread out the right side’s rice.

“Servant corpses have no freedom or rights, can only be scattered everywhere serving as oxen and horses.” Jun Changxiao paused, then gathered the rice together again: “If someone could condense this force, wouldn’t it be enough to contend with the nobles?”

“…”

The Demon Ancestor fell into silence.

He wasn’t stupid—he already understood Dog Leftover’s intention.

Just that.

The Demon Ancestor shook his head, smiling bitterly: “Servant corpses are controlled by the Star Spirit Realm, destined to be fish on the chopping block.”

“What if someone could help them break free of control?” Jun Changxiao said meaningfully.

The Demon Ancestor froze.

Suddenly he understood again!

This person could help him remove the bomb, so naturally he could also help other servant corpses. Without any restrictions, would everyone still serve as oxen and horses, work tirelessly?

“Old brother.”

Jun Changxiao stood up, hands behind his back looking out the window: “Do kings, princes, generals, and ministers have inherent superiority?”