Chapter 16

The current situation didn’t require Xie Fuyi to say anything more, as a tall man in a dark red brocade robe, wearing a mask, appeared in the courtyard the next moment.

Yuehua stood frozen, her expression gradually turning serious and stern. “It’s really the Demon Lord…”

“Chiye, I’ve fulfilled my promise to you.” Xie Fuyi pointed to the ground where Ye Baisiao lay, looking at him indifferently. “Your commitment should be honored.”

Chiye’s gaze swept over the puppet on the ground, his heart wrenching with numbness. He looked at Xie Fuyi expressionlessly, his finger lightly brushing past his eyes, a complex gaze and a faint smile crossing his face. “Such a ruthless heart. You personally poisoned your own disciple, yet why do these eyes still look so clear?”

Xie Fuyi’s mood was also complicated: …Why are you still pretending? You should get up from the ground right now, tell me that you two are the same person! Then expose what I, the antagonist, have done, and finally burn me to ashes, which would be satisfying for everyone!

But since the other party didn’t speak, Xie Fuyi could only dryly urge, “Chiye, you wouldn’t want to go back on your word, would you?”

“Why would I? But first, I have to do something…” Chiye said leisurely, his cold gaze scanning over Yuehua, who was on the table, preparing to unleash a fatal move—he could overlook that ugly disciple of his, but why should this person he cared about be allowed to live?

“What are you doing!” Xie Fuyi’s heart skipped a beat, hastily reached out to stop him.

“Killing him,” Chiye said matter-of-factly, squinting his eyes as if still considering, “You’re associating with me, a demon. Naturally, these righteous individuals should be silenced.”

“You…wait…he’s not even your match. There’s no need to kill him,” Xie Fuyi’s expression changed, urgently trying to stop him.

This appearance, in Chiye’s eyes, was even more uncomfortable than killing his own disciple with his own hands.

Chiye stared at him with fiery red eyes, gritting his teeth. “Why are you so nervous about him? Why do you care so much about him? Even if he could ruin your reputation, you still wouldn’t want to hurt him?”

Xie Fuyi: …Brother, if the antagonist poisoned and killed you, wouldn’t you want to kill me instead of the protagonist? Where did I go wrong?

“Divine prophecy only predicts that the Dragon God poses a threat to you. Why kill innocent people?” Xie Fuyi stood in front of Yuehua stubbornly, not allowing him to act. “If you want to kill him, you’ll have to kill me first!”

The protagonist needs to stay alive for the plot to have hope!

Yuehua also looked at Xie Fuyi with a complicated expression. He felt certain that Xie Fuyi must have been deceived by this demon, blaming Ye Baisiao for deceiving him, thus allowing the demon to manipulate him into poisoning him.

“Fine, very good. Are you so concerned about him?” Chiye felt a choking pain in his chest, but he couldn’t do anything with Xie Fuyi’s stubbornness. He hugged Xie Fuyi tightly and flew away.

“Master!” Ming Qing faced one upheaval after another, still a bit bewildered. But he only believed in Xie Fuyi. Whatever the master did, there must be a reason for it! Now that the master has been taken away by the demon, he desperately wants to rescue him.

Yuehua also gritted his teeth, wanting to catch up, but unfortunately, Xie Fuyi’s medicine was too powerful, and the two of them couldn’t move at all.

At this moment, Yuehua noticed that Ye Baixiao on the ground had turned into ashes. He frowned, his brows furrowed tightly. Why didn’t the Dragon God’s body leave any traces when he died?

He furrowed his brows tightly. Whether it was to eliminate the demon or save Xie Fuyi, he had to return to the Yaoxian Sect as soon as possible and lead his disciples to attack the demon race.

…

When Xie Fuyi was taken away by Chiye, he could feel the endless anger suppressed in Chiye’s body.

He just hoped the other wouldn’t suppress it and just kill him already!

But things seemed to be going in the wrong direction!

The two entered the Demon Palace, and Chiye grabbed Xie Fuyi’s wrist, dragging him all the way to his bedchamber.

Xie Fuyi was dizzy from being thrown around, and the next moment, a silk cloth shimmering with a hint of red light bound his hands and feet to the head of the bed.

A tall figure pressed down on him, and Chiye’s scarlet eyes surged with deep anger.

Xie Fuyi felt humiliated, unable to break free from the red silk that had been enchanted. His face flushed red, angry. “Chiye, what are you doing? Isn’t the promise off? Why humiliate me like this?”

Chiye was both angry and pained, his gaze sweeping over Xie Fuyi’s slender wrists bound by the red silk, the delicate wrist bones resembling the most exquisite porcelain. The red silk was soft, adjusting its size as the other struggled, ensuring it wouldn’t hurt him before looking back at him.

He sneered, “Why would it be off? Didn’t I promise to help you increase your spiritual power? Naturally, I have to bring you back, and we’ll practice every day.”

As Chiye’s words fell, his hands were already tearing at Xie Fuyi’s clothes without any hesitation.

Only then did Xie Fuyi realize what “practicing every day” meant in Chiye’s mouth.

His face turned pale, his eyes reddening with anger. He gritted his teeth. “Get off me! Just kill me already!”

Chiye’s voice, tinged with coldness, rose slightly, “Why would I? I’m a man of my word. We will practice every day to help you increase your spiritual power!”

“You… you can’t…” Xie Fuyi’s voice carried a desperate tone. Although this kind of thing was actually quite comfortable, his plot…

The big bed shook, layers of fiery red veils fell down, and the candlelight in the Demon Lord’s flickered all night.

…

The Demon Lord finally returned to the Demon Palace, and the Demon clan was ecstatic. Since Chiye was sealed, they had been pursued and attacked by the righteous cultivators. Now that their Lord had returned, he would surely lead them to easily annihilate theYaoxian Sect!

However, they didn’t expect their Lord to bring back a man, and such a remarkably handsome one at that.

If you said he was good to him, the Lord kept the man locked on the bed and didn’t allow him to leave; but if you said he wasn’t good to him, the man would often scold and hit the Lord

, yet the Lord didn’t get angry at all, not even lifting a finger against him.

The demon soldiers outside never imagined that the Demon Lord, who was always enthusiastic about cultivating and rarely indulged, would suddenly become so passionate. The two hadn’t left the Demon Domain for three days, right?

Although the man would only make a few panting pleas when he couldn’t help it, it was more enticing than the most seductive succubus of the demon clan.

…

After several days, Xie Fuyi’s body was almost completely covered in bruises. Large red plum blossoms bloomed on his fair skin, irresistibly beautiful.

Xie Fuyi had almost no strength left in his body. Chiye’s “daily practice” turned out to be indeed daily…

Xie Fuyi finally felt that his body was no longer his own. Besides eating oranges, every part of his body was thoroughly used by the other.

…

Xie Fuyi finally got a chance to catch his breath, thinking that Chiye wouldn’t come back for a short time, but unexpectedly, the other came in with a bowl of porridge.

“Awake? Have something to eat.” Chiye’s lips curled up under the half-mask, and his scarlet eyes were filled with a satisfied look.

Xie Fuyi raised his hand, wanting to spill the porridge again, but Chiye grabbed his wrist. He raised his eyebrows slightly. “You haven’t eaten anything these past few days. It’s not good for your body. This is made by me. Want to try?”

“Get out!” Xie Fuyi was almost amused. Was he given a chance to eat by him?

Chiye suppressed his smile, his expression indifferent. “Your big disciple has found the entrance to the Demon Realm himself and is trying to break in. Do you want to see him?”

Ming Qing?

Xie Fuyi was stunned. Was he being threatened?

Seeing him biting his lips and suppressing his anger, Chiye slightly curved his lips, indicating the bowl in his hand. “That now can I feed you? Looks like you want me to…”

Xie Fuyi dodged his reaching hand, staring at him angrily, gritting his teeth as he took the bowl.

But as soon as he took a spoonful, he suddenly paused, his fingers trembling, looking at Chiye in disbelief. “…You made this?”

Xie Fuyi clenched his fists and suddenly reached for Chiye’s mask.

Chiye naturally could have dodged it, but something crossed his mind. He paused his movement, not evading, allowing the other to slowly remove his mask…