Chapter 64

Qin Fanfan’s expression froze for a moment when he heard the commotion through the jade slip. Had two personal disciples from different sects already been captured?

“No hope,” Xie Chuxue shook her head while holding a tea cup. “If we rely on these personal disciples, the cultivation world might as well be destroyed.”

For once, Qin Fanfan nodded in agreement.

Ye Qiao waited until evening before leisurely standing up. She glanced at her clothes and then boldly approached a demon she had been observing for a while, gently tapping him.

“Hey, brother.”

“Do you have any clothes in a different color that I can borrow?” she asked kindly.

The demon blinked in confusion. “How do you know I have clothes in another color?”

Of course she knew. Ye Qiao had been observing these demons for three whole days, paying attention to every piece of information she could gather.

“I saw you take them out of your mustard seed pouch,” she said with an embarrassed smile. “I noticed those clothes look pretty good and thought I’d like to try them on.”

Demon clothes were usually uniform, but the ones in the mustard seed pouch were notably different. Perhaps to highlight his individuality, his black clothes stood out among the usual gray.

“Good eye,” he said proudly.

These clothes were his personal modifications. After wearing the same gray uniform for over ten years, he had secretly worn the black ones several times.

Ye Qiao coaxed and tricked him into giving her the black clothes. While he was distracted, sorting his mustard seed pouch, she attacked and knocked him out.

After changing into the new clothes, she carefully adjusted them. Her sycophantic smile vanished, replaced by an expression of cold indifference as she strode off.

Qin Fanfan didn’t dare make a sound, sensing that his disciple was up to something again.

Ye Qiao swallowed a pill to hide her true cultivation level, making it impossible for anyone to tell she was just at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The demon soldiers’ uniforms were all the same gray, and the other soldiers, having never seen higher-ups, were taken aback by Ye Qiao’s striking appearance.

Assuming she was sent by the higher-ups to supervise them, one soldier nervously asked, “Who are you?”

With a sneer, Ye Qiao walked up to them, her voice dripping with disdain. “The Holy Maiden sent me to check on the two disciples you captured. What are you standing around for? Do you want to die?”

Her tone was impatient and her gaze cold. The demon soldier, despite being kicked, dared not protest and quickly offered a smile. “Oh, you’re from above. The two disciples are in the dungeon. I’ll take you there.”

The demon soldier secretly wondered why he hadn’t heard about anyone being sent by the Holy Maiden.

He tentatively asked, “What did the Holy Maiden say? Which lord are you?”

Qin Fanfan broke out in a cold sweat hearing this.

But Ye Qiao’s smile grew even more radiant. “Oh? You want to know who I am?”

She had learned from watching countless TV shows that acting awkwardly was fine—just smile at people. The crazier the smile, the more it exuded a neurotic vibe, ensuring no one would suspect her.

With an unpredictable smile and clad in black that blended into the night, she looked especially mysterious in the eerie atmosphere.

The demon soldier’s heart skipped a beat, recalling that the temperaments of these lords were notoriously bad. Especially with Ye Qiao’s bright smile, he feared any further questions might cost him his head.

“No, no, I wouldn’t dare.” He quickly lowered his head. “We’ll lead the way right now.”

Ye Qiao deliberately hid her face with her hair, afraid her awkward acting might make her facial features contort.

As she walked, she kicked anyone she found annoying. Her cold and unyielding demeanor made the soldiers more convinced that she was a superior sent from above.

The dungeon guards didn’t even dare look at her, keeping their heads down the whole time.

Seizing the opportunity to throw her weight around, Ye Qiao strode inside, hands behind her back.

She asked casually, “What are you planning to do with the two disciples you captured from those sects?”

“These cultivators are very sentimental,” the demon began to sneer. “Those personal disciples will definitely come to rescue them, and we’ll be able to catch them all in one go.”

“Just a few disciples from the cultivation world,” the demon laughed heartily. “In due time, our demon clan will surely unify the cultivation world.”

Ye Qiao watched the demons laughing and felt out of place if she didn’t join in.

So she laughed along: “Hahaha!”

Her laugh, reminiscent of an ancient dark deity, echoed through the dungeon, turning the faces of the bound disciples pale with fear.

Song Han-sheng and Ye Qinghan exchanged glances, both feeling that they might be doomed.

These demons were definitely not normal.

When Ye Qiao entered the dungeon, she saw two familiar faces and lightly clicked her tongue in her heart, lowering her voice. “Personal disciples of the Sword Asking Sect and the Yueqing Sect?”

So it was those two who had dared to come despite the risks.

If it was these two, it made sense.

Ye Qinghan met her mocking gaze with a stiff expression, his eyes full of coldness. “Thirty years of East River, thirty years of West River. In the future, I will definitely flatten your demon realm!”

Ye Qiao nearly burst out laughing.

As expected of the cultivation world’s “Dragon Overlord,” even in the dungeon he still spouted harsh words. He didn’t even consider whose territory he was in.

“Bold,” one of the demon soldiers immediately kicked him. “How dare you be disrespectful to the lord!”

Ye Qinghan had never experienced such humiliation. He gritted his teeth, his voice rising sharply with a cold, cutting glare. “Do with me as you wish. We righteous cultivators will never bow to you.”

Ye Qiao clicked her tongue in admiration.

He had some backbone.

Song Han-sheng weakly spoke up. “Ye Qinghan…”

He was more of a pragmatist.

Song Han-sheng was someone who could adapt, and seeing Ye Qinghan still boasting in this situation, he couldn’t help but remind him. “If you want to die, don’t drag me down with you.”

Ye Qinghan insisted on showing off, dragging Song Han-sheng with him.

Song Han-sheng’s face twisted; he didn’t want to die yet.

Ye Qiao had seen enough of the drama. She glanced at the demons surrounding them and slapped her hand. “What are you standing around for? Get out.”

Her unpredictable demeanor made the demons hurry out of the dungeon.

Once the demons had all left, Ye Qiao casually took a seat on a nearby stool.

“What are you doing in our demon realm?” She kicked Ye Qinghan and asked, “I didn’t expect there’d still be two people eager to die.”

Ye Qinghan sneered. “Naturally, we intend to one day flatten your small demon realm!”

Song Han-sheng said, “You should say less.”

Didn’t the demon’s face look twisted?

Ye Qiao almost lost control of her laughter. She took an interest and said, “So, you came here without knowing anything about our demon realm and still acted recklessly?”

Were all the personal disciples this brave?

The way she referred to “our demon realm” as if she were the leader there was so skilled that even Qin Fanfan thought this child had learned to hold back in the secret realm.

This time, she had directly begun to flaunt her power on the demon territory.

Impressive.

Ye Qinghan thought she was insulting him, so he stared at her with a cold expression and remained silent.

Song Han-sheng’s expression grew more anxious. He never expected to end up on demon territory, and the dangerous situation made his heart race uncontrollably.

Ye Qinghan frowned and pursed his lips tighter, feeling an odd sense of familiarity with the voice. But he couldn’t recall where he had heard it before.

Ye Qiao watched them stay silent and look at her with wary eyes as if she were some kind of monster. She grinned and laughed even more happily.

As the saying goes, if you’re not good, it’s a sunny day; if you’re well, that’s even worse.

Their expressions were quite entertaining, clearly imagining her as some kind of beast.

Song Han-sheng decided to endure.

—This demon must be insane; he should avoid provoking her.

Ye Qinghan wasn’t afraid, but he also felt the demon was extremely abnormal.

Her cultivation level was indiscernible, her hair partially covering her eyes, and her wild laughter resembled that of a psychopath.

After enjoying their expressions, Ye Qiao calmly put her legs down.

She slightly pushed her disheveled long hair aside to reveal her familiar, elegant features. Ye Qiao was delighted. “Hi.”

“Did you miss me?”

“What’s up,” Ye Qiao said, meeting their shocked gazes. She clapped her hands and smiled, “Surprised? Unexpected? Stimulating?”

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I have a fever and feel awful, thirty-nine degrees. Ah, please take good protective measures, it’s really uncomfortable.