Chapter 1

Slap!

A crisp slap echoed, and Father's face twisted with a fierce expression: "Get out! Get out of the Dongfang family, from today on, the Dongfang family has no one named Dongfang Yu, and I, Dongfang Muxiong, have no son like you."

Wearing a set of casual clothes, Dongfang Yu's face was swollen red. He slowly walked down the mountain road under the streetlights, looking back. The Dongfang Mountain Villa on the hillside was brightly lit, but from today on, everything in the villa would have nothing to do with him...

In City A, at the Jinyin Building, on the 18th floor, in a slightly shabby room, a figure suddenly sat up from the bed, "Slap" turned on the bedside lamp, Dongfang Yu leaned against the headboard, a layer of fine sweat on his forehead.

He opened his phone, it was 11:12 PM. He let out a long sigh, the incident had been over for more than half a year, but he still couldn't let it go?

Rumble…

In the middle of the night, his stomach suddenly growled, he was quite hungry. After searching around, the one-bedroom apartment had nothing to eat. Dongfang Yu hastily put on his slightly grayish clothes, grabbed a handful of change from the bedside table, and left with his phone.

The old elevator slowly climbed up. Although the Jinyin Building had a history of over thirty years, its location was close to the center of City A. At night, it was bustling. Passing through a dim alley, he arrived at a street full of food stalls, where many young people were enjoying themselves, the place was noisy and lively.

"Boss, two bottles of beer, a plate of lobster, fried rice noodles, and ten yuan worth of barbecue," Dongfang Yu said quickly as he sat down at a night snack stall.

This night snack stall was one that Dongfang Yu often visited, not only because the food was delicious, but mainly because the boss was honest and the prices were more reasonable than the surrounding stalls.

"Sure thing," a woman in her thirties responded. It was said that her husband had died in a car accident a year ago, and she was raising her seven-year-old daughter alone, with only an old woman helping her clean up. With limited staff, the stall was small, with only four tables.

Soon, the food and drinks were served. After drinking two bottles of beer, he stood up, slightly tipsy, paid the bill, and was about to leave when the boss called him back.

"Have a cup of hot water, be careful," the boss said kindly, handing Dongfang Yu a paper cup filled with hot water.

"Thank you," Dongfang Yu took it, thanked her, and left. Drinking the hot water made him feel much better.

Passing through the dim alley, he opened the elevator and didn't need to look carefully; he just pressed the top button.

The elevator slowly ascended, and Dongfang Yu's eyes slightly narrowed, then suddenly widened as if he had seen something incredible.

Inside the elevator, the button representing the floor lit up, the one he had just pressed, 19.

"19th floor? How is that possible? Did I get on the wrong elevator?" As the elevator rose floor by floor, the 19th floor button lit up, leaving Dongfang Yu in disbelief. The Jinyin Building, where he lived on the top floor, the 18th, but what was the 19th floor?

This inexplicable paranormal event made a chill run up his spine from his feet to his head, and the tipsiness immediately vanished.

Ding.

Just as Dongfang Yu was shocked and didn't know how to face this incredible situation, the elevator arrived at the 19th floor. With a clear sound, the elevator doors slowly opened, and without waiting for Dongfang Yu to step out, the elevator slowly faded and disappeared.

A stream trickled, a gentle breeze blew, and the silver moonlight shone down, creating a rare and beautiful moonlit night. However, Dongfang Yu stood there dumbfounded, his mind in chaos. Looking around, he found himself on a hillside, with a narrow path beneath his feet.

Just as Dongfang Yu was unsure of his location, a figure hummed an unknown tune and walked down the hill. As the figure approached, he focused and saw a young man dressed in a green robe, looking like a scholar.

"Scholar? Is this a movie set? Or did I travel back in time?" He was taken aback. Since there was someone, he naturally had to ask.

"Sir, greetings. May I ask your name? Where are we, and what year is it?" He imitated the ancient etiquette, bowing and asking.

"Sir, greetings," the green-robed scholar hurriedly returned the bow, looking up and down at Dongfang Yu's "strange attire," though surprised, he didn't ask much and answered honestly: "I am Duan Yu, here in the Wuliang Mountains, it is the thirteenth year of the Bao Ding era of the Dali Kingdom."

"Wuliang Mountains? Duan Yu? *Demigods and Half-Devils*?" He never expected such an answer, and Dongfang Yu was stunned, reflexively saying: "You are the Prince of the Dali Kingdom's Zhen Nan Wang, Duan Yu? This is the Wuliang Mountains? Are you going down the mountain to the Wan Chou Valley to save the young girl Zhong Ling?"

"Hey? Who are you? How do you know me and Miss Zhong?" Duan Yu looked at Dongfang Yu in surprise.

He had secretly run away from Dali, and no one knew his identity. Meeting a young man in the deep mountains who not only knew his identity but also his purpose for going down the mountain was shocking.

"Am I dreaming? How did I end up in the world of *Demigods and Half-Devils*?" Dongfang Yu was dumbfounded. The events of the night were too bizarre. Taking the elevator home, he somehow ended up in the world of *Demigods and Half-Devils*?

"Sir? What's wrong?" Seeing Dongfang Yu not speaking, Duan Yu asked curiously.

"Oh? My name is Dongfang Yu. As for how I know your identity, well, I am known as the 'First Divine Calculator' in the martial world. I can deduce your story with a finger snap," he said, regaining his composure and improvising an answer to Duan Yu's question.

"First Divine Calculator?" Duan Yu looked at him up and down, his thoughts written on his face, half-believing, half-doubting.

Before Dongfang Yu could say more, footsteps approached from a distance, and two figures sneaked down the mountain.

"Sir, hide quickly," seeing the figures, Duan Yu pulled Dongfang Yu to hide in the roadside bushes. Soon, a young man and woman came over, the man saying, "Little Sister, there's a stream here, let's stop and have a drink of water."

The two were disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect, from the Eastern and Western branches. The two branches were in conflict over the right to live in the Sword Lake Palace and the Immortal Sword Dance on the Wuliang Jade Wall, but these two disciples had a secret relationship. Taking advantage of the crisis caused by the Shennong Sect's attack, they secretly ran away, hoping to escape far away.

"Wuliang Jade Wall? Right, there are the *Northern Dipper Divine Skill* and *Lingbo Microstep* in the valley below," listening to the disciples' conversation, Dongfang Yu's heart stirred.

Suddenly transported to the world of *Demigods and Half-Devils*, Dongfang Yu was dazed, but now his heart was burning with excitement.

Among all the martial arts worlds, the *Northern Dipper Divine Skill* was undoubtedly one of the top martial arts, and the *Lingbo Microstep* was a top-notch movement technique. Now, these two skills were within reach, and Dongfang Yu couldn't help but desire them, regardless of whether he could return or not.

The two disciples were whispering and flirting, the female disciple breathing heavily, and their conversation was sometimes amusing, making Duan Yu laugh softly.

In the quiet night, how could two martial arts disciples not hear it? With a loud shout, the Wuliang Sword Sect disciple drew his long sword.

Run!

Duan Yu had no martial arts skills, and neither did Dongfang Yu. Therefore, the two turned and ran in unison, with the two Wuliang Sword Sect disciples, slightly disheveled, chasing after them.

After running for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Wuliang Sword Sect disciples shouted from behind, "The two of you in front, stop! This is the forbidden back mountain of the Wuliang Sword Sect. If you dare to intrude, you will die without a trace!"

Would you let us go if we stopped?

Such threats were ineffective, and Dongfang Yu and Duan Yu didn't slow down. After running for a while, the sound of rushing water grew louder, and they saw a waterfall ahead, like a silver river cascading from the sky…

Perhaps due to poor visibility at night or from running for so long, Duan Yu suddenly cried out in surprise, losing his footing and falling off the cliff.

"Should it be here?" Looking at where Duan Yu fell, Dongfang Yu quietly noted the spot.

Although he knew Duan Yu would be caught by branches and survive, Dongfang Yu didn't dare to jump down, as he might not have the same luck…

After running for a while, the two Wuliang Sword Sect disciples were no longer in sight. After waiting for a few hours until the sky began to lighten, Dongfang Yu dared to turn back, found some vines, and returned to the waterfall.

Finding the spot where Duan Yu had fallen the night before, he lowered the vines and slowly climbed down…