Most people in Jianghu are insane.

They train day and night with the sole purpose of killing others. They skip meals and even hold in their shit just to increase their internal energy while sitting in meditation.

That’s how insane this is.

It’s like a monkey swinging dual blades all day, dead set on killing other monkeys, or another one sitting completely motionless in a meditative posture because it thinks it’s too weak.

A monkey crazed with swinging blades.

A monkey obsessed with wall-facing meditation.

That’s the essence of Jianghu.

The so-called righteous heroes who claim to help others, and the Martial Alliance that constantly preaches about justice, aren’t much different. Whether they are heroes or alliance leaders, they are all consumed by an overwhelming desire to be better than everyone else ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) in martial arts.

In that sense, martial arts only make madmen even crazier.

Just as learning has no end, mastering martial arts is also endless.

Jianghu is a road with no visible end, and those who walk it become insane faster than others. Some push themselves so far that their bodies and minds collapse at the same time, a phenomenon known as deviation into madness.

Naturally, I’ve experienced it too.

The ancient sages once said, "Do not pass knowledge to those who are unworthy."

It means you shouldn’t teach anything to someone who lacks the right character. But in reality, martial arts is the one thing that should never be taught to those who are less than human.

What happens when a lunatic attains high-level martial arts?

They unleash their primal urges without hesitation.

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Lust-crazed perverts and slaughter-hungry demons infest Jianghu like a plague, and to stop them, more people train in martial arts—thus continuing the cycle.

And that is what Jianghu is.

So when people say "The moral code of Jianghu has fallen," what they really mean is that there are now more madmen wielding martial arts than sane people.

When there are too many lunatics, even the so-called righteous warriors go mad trying to hunt them down.

That’s why Jianghu has always been, and will always be, a world of madness.

And in this insane Jianghu, I have lived by beating madmen to death.

Madmen lurk in the White Path, and they run rampant in the Black Path.

As for the Demonic Path—they take pride in being crazier than the rest and even rank themselves based on it.

I never cared about factions. I simply eliminated those who deserved to die—which, unsurprisingly, earned me a lot of enemies.

Yet even among them, I loathe the Demonic Path the most.

In the White Path, you sometimes find righteous heroes who genuinely try to uphold morality.

In the Black Path, you can find bold men who at least try not to cross certain lines.

But the Demonic Path?

They are half-mad monkeys, spewing venom from their mouths, striking down thunder with their blades, lurking in the shadows like cockroaches, or freezing people solid with their bizarre internal energy techniques.

When the mad monkeys of the Demonic Path take over, it’s called Demonic Rule.

And right now, that’s exactly the era we live in.

I have killed madmen without hesitation, by any means necessary.

And yet, there are still too many monkeys around me.

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I am the Crazy Demon.