To the readers, this chapter was nothing short of explosive. Overnight, the comment section for Demon Chronicle blew up—readers flooded in to pour out their reactions.
Many of them no longer cared about the current plot; they were too busy going absolutely feral in the comments, yelling about what they’d just read.
The overwhelming sentiment?
【Holy. Sh*t. That. Was. Yuan?!】
Some readers stared at that bloody battlefield and, for reasons they couldn’t explain, felt a rush of excitement.
【What the hell happened back then? Why was he the only one left alive?】
【I have no idea. I’m sitting here like, “What am I looking at?” “What did I just read?” “Where am I?”—I feel like I’ve been slapped in the face by the plot.】
【Why am I so excited?! I don’t even know why I’m this excited!!】
【So Yuan and Ran Niang are officially confirmed to be the same person now, huh? Damn.】
【I knew he used to be a spy, but I didn’t expect that guy, who always gave off such lazy slacker vibes, to have this kind of backstory.】
【He was tied up in the tribunal scene, and they said he disobeyed orders—so that’s why they called him a traitor?】
【Honestly, the aura he gave off in that chair… goddamn, my phantom limbs are tingling. That was hot.】
【But seriously, how could the Yuan we know now be the same person as the one from back then? When I read this chapter, I got full-body goosebumps. His past must be so heavy.】
The discussion around Yuan had been non-stop since the chapter dropped at midnight. When more readers logged on the next morning, things hit a whole new level.
After all, only the die-hard fans stay up till midnight to read the updates. Most people prefer to get up around 8 or 9 a.m., eat breakfast, and then read in leisure.
So the real wave of buzz started between 8 and 9 a.m.—coincidentally when Liu An had just turned over in bed to try sleeping again.
Yuan Yuanyuan rubbed her eyes, finished a second bowl of porridge, and tried to recall the full details of last night’s comic.
As she went to scoop a third bowl, she suddenly heard someone approaching from outside.
She glanced up, wondering if maybe someone had wandered in thanks to good feng shui. But when she looked—it was someone she knew.
She bit off a chunk of pickled radish mid-chew and hurried to the door.
Standing outside was the familiar figure in a black robe—someone she’d always gotten along with quite well.
She was surprised. It had been a long time since he’d visited. Why show up this early in the morning?
Still, she welcomed him in.
The first thing he did upon entering was look her up and down, top to bottom. Then he let out a long sigh of relief.
“…What’s up?” she asked, confused by his inspection.
“…Nothing,” he muttered, stepping inside. He looked oddly awkward.
Yuan Yuanyuan leaned against the doorframe and watched him pace aimlessly around the room before finally sitting down.
As soon as he sat, he spotted the porridge and pickles on the table and blurted out, “You’re… eating?”
“…Because I’m hungry?” she replied, chewing her chopsticks, confused.
The bluntness of her answer was so sincere it left him speechless. Even though she couldn’t see his face, she had the feeling he was probably turning green.
“…Alright, you’re taking it better than I expected. I was worried sick, ran over here first thing, didn’t even eat. Guess I’ll just eat at your place,” he said, shaking his head.
“Sure, kitchen’s over there. Porridge’s in the pot, pickles are on the counter. Help yourself.” She gestured with her bowl.
As he walked to the kitchen, he called out, “This place is way cleaner than usual. You finally hired help?”
“Yeah.” Yuan Yuanyuan sipped her porridge. “Picked up a little demon. He’s good at everything. Place has been much cleaner since he came. That porridge you’re eating? He made it. He’s upstairs asleep.”
“You’re still picking up strays, huh… mm, this porridge is better than yours,” he said, carrying his bowl back out.
Yuan Yuanyuan gave a weird little proud shrug. “Want me to wake him so you can meet him?”
“No need, let him sleep. I just came to check on you, make sure you’re okay. I’ll leave right after—promise.” He downed the porridge in one gulp and turned toward the door.
But as he reached for the handle, Yuan Yuanyuan suddenly yanked him back by the collar. “Hey. You’re acting weird. What is it, did something get into you this morning?”
The black-robed man froze. Turning around, he said, “Did you… read last night’s Demon Chronicle?”
“I did. Why?” she asked, her face as relaxed and casual as always, lazy as ever.
He opened his mouth… then shut it. Then suddenly blurted, “You didn’t… feel anything after reading it?”
She stared at him for three seconds straight.
He turned to flee. “Okay, okay! My bad! Just forget I was ever here—”
“Relax, seriously. I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong,” she waved him off, then asked, “Hey, do you know where I can get a long smoking pipe? One of those slim, elegant ones—never used.”
“A smoking pipe? I mean, I can get you one. But what do you want it for?”
“Just help me out, big bro. Appreciate it.” She patted his shoulder.
He gave her a long look, then finally opened the door again. But before he could leave, he stopped and turned back.
“Oh, right—be careful lately. Even if you’re fine with everything, others might not be.”
“…Who?” she asked.
“That guy. Who else?” he replied, then left. “Next time I come, if your little demon is still around, introduce me.”
Yuan Yuanyuan stood there, watching his figure disappear from the courtyard. He paused under the tree by the gate, glanced up at it… then walked away without looking back.
She turned and sat back at the table, ready to finish the rest of her porridge. But just then, she heard footsteps from upstairs.
“What’s up, Liu An? You barely slept at all.” She looked at him—hair a mess, dark circles under his eyes.
“No, I… I’m not tired,” he mumbled.
“You mean you couldn’t sleep,” she corrected.
He stood there, tugging at the hem of his clothes in silence.
“Alright, alright, that’s my fault. Should’ve waited till you were rested to say anything.” She stood. “Come on, let’s go out to the courtyard. I’ll give you a proper demo.”
【Group Owner: After reading last night’s update, I suddenly had a very bold idea.】
【Black and Red: Spill it. If you’ve got gas, let it out.】
【Group Owner: So what if Yi Qi read that update? Wouldn’t that basically be rubbing salt in his wounds? With the temper of the last surviving Blood Jade Demon General, he might actually snap.】
【Black and Red: …That’s your bold idea? That’s not even spicy.】
【Group Owner: Okay, let me rephrase. I think Jiuqiu really pushed it too far this time. We’re all losing our minds. But honestly, our clan has nothing to do with Yi Qi’s story, and even I’m panicking.】
【Black and Red: How bad is it?】
【Group Owner: Total chaos. Like some elite drama scandal. I swear, I’m starting to suspect our ancestors did something shady. Why else would this blow up so badly today?】
【Black and Red: So what are you doing about it?】
【Group Owner: Hiding out and digging through old records. If our clan is involved, I need a survival plan. I’m not dying with those idiots.】
【Black and Red: You’re a sneaky bastard.】
【Group Owner: I used to think Yi Qi and Jiuqiu were in cahoots. Maybe they co-wrote the story. Or maybe Jiuqiu is Yi Qi.】
【Black and Red: What the fxxk?】
【Group Owner: But after last night’s chapter, I’m not so sure anymore.】
【Black and Red: Explain.】
【Group Owner: No way would someone draw themselves being dragged around by the hair. It’s way too humiliating. More embarrassing than wetting the bed at age 12 or getting slapped by your first crush.
【Black and Red: That’s… oddly specific. Also, you never know, maybe the guy just doesn’t care.】
【Group Owner: Nah. No chance.
This chapter definitely hit Yi Qi—or Yuan—hard. It wasn’t just humiliating, it tore open memories he’d rather forget. I’m starting to think Jiuqiu drew this just to see how Yuan would react.
Oh, and I found something new last night—want to hear it?】
【Black and Red: Of course. Spill.】
【Group Owner: I’ve always doubted the whole ‘traitor’ narrative. Fish Wu should’ve known the truth. No matter how you slice it, Yuan shouldn’t have been labeled a traitor. But I’ve found something interesting lately—worth looking into.】
【Black and Red: …So, wait. Is Yi Qi really a traitor?】
【Group Owner: Hmm… not exactly. Let’s just say… the guy? He might just be a failure.
In a quiet little room, an old man sat in a chair with a cup of tea.
“Why… did you agree to let this get drawn?” he asked.
On the table in front of him lay a comic—open to a splash page painted in blood-red ink.
“Ah…” he sighed after a long pause. “You came back with quite a bit of resentment this time, didn’t you?”
Pinky says: I do appreciate when people point out the issues with the translations, since I don’t actually read them. Just remember, I am flippant and very egotistical. If I don’t like your attitude, I will not fix it based on that fact alone. In all technicality, I don’t have to do shit.
So to summarise; I’m a dick, but you will live regardless.
Little Pink Starfish 
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