Scumbag Chapter 104 The Enchanting Demon King is a Living Lei Feng (16)

Du Heng prided himself on having a high tolerance for pain. Over the years, demonic energy had continuously eroded his body, yet he could st

Du Heng prided himself on having a high tolerance for pain.

Over the years, demonic energy had continuously eroded his body, yet he could still chat and laugh with others, appearing calm and composed on the surface.

However, when the Phoenix True Flame truly penetrated  his body, burning away the demonic energy clinging to his spiritual roots, Du Heng nearly screamed in agony.

‘Damn that Demon Lord!’

‘This hurts like hell!’

But the moment he remembered Mingting’s mind-reading ability, Du Heng immediately held back.

He absolutely couldn’t let the Little Phoenix know he was afraid of pain!

Otherwise, if other Ancestors ever tried to pry information out of the Little Phoenix in the future, he will lose face!!

Du Heng quickly began silently reciting the ‘Heart Sutra’ in his mind.

Originally, he appeared as a gentle and steady young man in his twenties. But now, as he chanted the sutra, his hands, which is hidden in his sleeves, trembled uncontrollably from the pain, clenched into fists. Yet he still maintained a carefree expression and even praised the Little Phoenix.

“It’s fine, I can handle it. Burn away without hesitation!"

Mingting suppressed a laugh and slightly slowed down, reducing the intensity of the Phoenix True Flame.

‘Was this really the same Ancestor who acted so tough and pretended everything was fine? Did he really think I couldn’t see his sleeves shaking like a sieve?’

Once the day’s treatment ended and Mingting left the cave abode, Du Heng waited until he was sure the Little Phoenix had returned to Xiaoyun Peak before sealing off his cave. He then buried his face in a pillow on the bed.

“It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt at all… so comfortable, really, so comfortable!"

Tears streamed down Du Heng’s face, but he still made sure to shower the little one with praise in his mind.

Now, he truly understood just how annoying mind reading ability could be.

In order to prevent Mingting from hearing his true thoughts, he had no choice but to be insincere and say things he didn’t mean.

Du Heng went back and forth, praising Mingting dozens of times, ensuring he had firmly established his image as a strong and brave person before finally relaxing.

‘I must develop a mind-blocking technique as quickly as possible!’ Du Heng secretly made up his mind.

Eradicating the demonic energy wasn’t something that could be done in one go. Mingting spent ten days gradually burning away the demonic energy within Du Heng’s body.

After that, it was time to assist with medicinal pills. Du Heng had already prepared many spiritual herbs for this purpose, and Mingting contributed a few more.

Seeing the little one so generous, his beautiful eyes clear as water, free of any impurities, Du Heng crouched down and patted his head.

"Thank you!"

Some things didn’t need to be said out loud.

Du Heng remembered the Little Phoenix’s kindness. If anyone ever tried to harm Mingting in the future, he would be the first to oppose it.

With the help of Mingting's Phoenix True Fire, and Du Heng’s own alchemy skills, he used an illusion to block everyone’s sight when the pill tribulation arrived. The entire Zhenshan Sect remained completely in the dark.

No one knew what Mingting had been doing all these days, and they simply assumed he had taken a liking to Du Heng.

Du Heng quietly healed in secret until he fully recovered. He didn’t even tell Le Qing or Sect Master Wu.

As Mingting put it, ‘The fewer people who know, the better. That way, when the time comes, we can catch them off guard’.

After accomplishing this major task, Mingting changed into the miniature elder’s robes Le Qing had specially prepared for him and began studying alongside the newly recruited disciples… learning literature and practicing the Mountain-Suppressing Fist.

"Ha…"

On the training grounds, the little figure stood in the front row.

His expression was serious, his small fists tightly clenched as he followed the young disciple teaching the fist technique, executing each move with precision and focus.

"Mountain-Suppressing!"

Amidst the chorus of vigorous voices, the tiny, baby voice stood out.

"So cute!"

Le Qing recorded the scene with a memory stone and uploaded it to the group chat.

Soon, the ancestors, who had been lurking, came out one after another.

After a round of comments like ‘The little one is amazing! So impressive! I’ve never seen such a majestic fist technique’, they quickly started nitpicking.

The Ancestor of the Sword Sect: "Our Sword Sect’s Heaven-Splitting Sword is even more majestic than the Mountain-Suppressing Fist! The little one must learn it!"

The Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect: " The Buddha is merciful. Xiao Maomao is a Phoenix, so the Dragon-Subduing Palm is perfect for him!"

The Ancestor of the Seven Star Island: "Why be so brutish? We are refined scholars! The little one’s Phoenix True Flame is naturally suited for alchemy and artifact forging!"

The Ancestor Yu Bingqing had the most complaints:

“Le Qing, you’re inhuman! How could you torment my baby like this? Poor thing, only a few months old and already being worked to the bone! I should’ve been more forceful back then and taken him away with me!"

“You stinky men only know fighting and killing. What if my baby gets exhausted? In the world of martial arts, poison reigns supreme. Is my poison not potent or ruthless enough? Why must my baby struggle so hard?!"

No one wanted to argue with a woman, especially one who specialized in poison, so Le Qing quickly went into lurking mode.

Whether he spoke up or stayed silent, he’d still get ganged up on.

So, Le Qing started posting updates every five days, sharing short clips of Mingting studying and practicing martial arts in the group.

Seeing the chubby-cheeked little disciple diligently completing every assignment without cutting corners, the elders couldn’t help but look at Mingting in a new light.

As a Phoenix, he could have relied on his bloodline advantage to suppress others, but he chose not to take shortcuts, and instead learned the fist technique step by step with solid effort.

This wasn’t something just anyone could do.

Thus, disciples across the various sects were subjected to a motivational lecture.

The Ancestors pointed at the memory stone footage of the serious little disciple and asked, "The Phoenix, who has higher talent and better aptitude than you, is still working this hard. How can you slack off with a clear conscience?!!"

For a time, the disciples’ motivation surged, pushing each other to study and train harder, creating a fiercely competitive atmosphere.

The elders in the sects were delighted to see this, and began frequently used Mingting’s example to spur them on.

In fact, Mingting hadn’t thought that far ahead, and he simply wanted to learn as much as he could.

This time, he was a Phoenix with divine beast bloodlines, so he could easily surpass others. But what if, in the next world, he was reborn as an ordinary person or in a disadvantaged position?

Therefore, since he now had such excellent teachers guiding him personally, it was always good to learn more skills.

Especially after seeing the group chat, where the other Ancestors all offered to teach him themselves, Mingting felt deeply grateful.

Whether it was alchemy, artifact forging, poison-making, sword techniques, or palm techniques, he would learn them all! They’d definitely come in handy someday!