Chapter 181: The Demon Lord Cries Out in Anger

“Ye Meijing” cracked another joke that seemed half-true and half-false, but Fairy Fengya’s expression remained indifferent, so indifferent that there was no reaction at all.

In that instant, “Ye Meijing” almost felt so frustrated that the Qi within her blood surged, nearly causing her to fall into Qi Deviation.

“Wait a moment.”

“Ye Meijing” quickly opened her long-unused storage ring and took out a bottle of spirit wine, taking a big gulp. Fairy Fengya’s eyes involuntarily glanced at the spirit wine, as if she still had a lingering fondness for its taste.

“You want some too?”

Fairy Fengya nodded, then saw “Ye Meijing” showing a reluctant expression. Feeling rather embarrassed, “Ye Meijing” hastily explained, “Don’t think I’m stingy; this wine was a gift from an old acquaintance, but our relationship is currently very bad.”

“Ye Meijing” looked at the spirit wine, then at Fairy Fengya.

Spirit wine=life-saving elixir, much more important than Fairy Fengya. Last time, just to please Fairy Fengya, she had sacrificed a whole bottle of spirit wine, but not anymore. She only had three bottles left in stock.

If things did not go well, and she got angry with Fairy Fengya a few more times, she would have to go to the Wind and Moon Palace to steal spirit wine back.

The thought of her dear goddaughter, the former Saintess Liu Churan, brought back the fear of being dominated by the Immortal Sealing Ring that day; compared to the last time when Fairy Fengya shattered her foundation, dispersing her cultivation for a while, being trapped with the Immortal Sealing Ring was a nightmare among nightmares.

Although the one-year agreement had already passed, knowing Liu Churan’s personality, she was now most likely beginning her strict closed-door training to surpass her. If they met again, “Ye Meijing” would probably have to take drastic measures against Liu Churan to escape.

“However, since you’re my master, I’ll reluctantly let you have a few sips.”

“Ye Meijing” struggled internally for a moment, but ultimately handed over the spirit wine she had just drunk. She had thought Fairy Fengya might have some kind of cleanliness habit, but Fairy Fengya was straightforward. She drank a sip directly from the bottle.

After drinking, she could not help but lick her lips. It was supposed to be “Ye Wenxin’s” face, but for some reason, Fairy Fengya’s exotic aura transformed “Ye Wenxin” into a fox spirit.

“Ye Meijing” shivered. She took the spirit wine Fairy Fengya handed back, and suddenly did not know whether she should drink it or not. She felt like drinking it would taint the spirit wine, but then again, she had already tainted Fairy Fengya herself, so she should not worry about such minor details.

“Ye Meijing” took a small sip, then looked at Fairy Fengya, who had finished reading the gossip book. “By the way, where did we leave off in our discussion just now?”

“Demon Lord.”

Fairy Fengya succinctly summarized their previous discussion with just two words.

“Master, you really don’t know about the Demon Lord?”

“Ye Meijing” listened with surprise. Although she had suspected long ago, that a cultivating maniac like Fairy Fengya was completely ignorant of affairs happening outside her bubble, it was still somewhat incredulous to hear that she was completely unaware of the Demon Lord.

“She’s the head of the Ten Great Demon Sects, Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng.”

“Ye Meijing” continued to emphasize and supplement; she had never imagined herself enlightening Fairy Fengya about the Demon Lord in this peculiar way, basically popularizing her own black history.

“Oh, I was mainly interested in Long Qingyue.” Fairy Fengya shook her head again, revealing her true reason for reading the book.

“Ye Meijing” was even more confused, not understanding why Fairy Fengya would suddenly take an interest in Long Qingyue. However, thinking that maybe Fairy Fengya had finally developed a bit of human curiosity, she did not continue to ask and instead said, “The Demon Lord has quite a deep connection with you, Master.”

“Never heard of her,” Fairy Fengya shook her head, answering with great certainty.

“Ye Meijing” could not help but take another sip of spirit wine, suppressing the anger in her heart. She became the world’s laughingstock because of Fairy Fengya, yet Fairy Fengya was completely unaware of her existence.

If she did not already understand most of Fairy Fengya’s character, she might have thought this person knew her identity and was deliberately mocking her.

But precisely because Fairy Fengya was this kind of person, “Ye Meijing” could not even muster any anger.

“Her eldest disciple proposed to you, and was killed by you with a single palm strike.”

Fairy Fengya’s fingers moved slightly, as if counting on her fingers.

“At most, it’s only a dozen or so. Do you really need to count them?”

“Ye Meijing” felt a pang of bitterness in her heart but also found it amusing that Fairy Fengya seemed to be bad at math, needing to count even such a small number on her fingers.

“Oh, Great-Grandmother said it was three hundred and two.”

“That’s like one a day!”

“Ye Meijing” felt an urge to roar in anger. She remembered that Fairy Fengya was only twenty-five years old. How could she have spent every day dealing with marriage proposals?

“I don’t know. Each time it was a group, and before I realized it, I had already acted.” Fairy Fengya responded blandly, as if they were trivial things not worth mentioning.

“Ye Meijing” took another sip of spirit wine to suppress her anger, and continued, “Her second disciple was sent as an undercover agent. He fell in love with you at first sight, pursued you for a month without success, and eventually became a monk.”

This time, Fairy Fengya did not even bother moving her fingers, giving ‘Ye Meijing’ hope that she might finally remember something. But Fairy Fengya slowly said, “There are too many; it’s better not to count.”

“Ye Meijing” felt even more agitated, her frustration boiling over. It was one thing to lose in terms of beauty, but now even her cultivation level was completely overshadowed. Was Fairy Fengya actually some deity’s favored daughter, to be this defiant against all norms?

Yet Fairy Fengya maintained her attitude of ‘the only true purpose in this world is cultivation’, making “Ye Meijing”, who strove hard as a villain, feel utterly despondent.

“Ye Meijing” let out a sigh filled with sarcasm. “Master, can’t you be a proper fairy?”

“No, I am but a mere mortal.” Fairy Fengya continued to respond.

“Ye Meijing” was no longer interested in exchanging meaningless words with her. She proceeded to recount all the grievances Fairy Fengya had inflicted upon her over the years, “The Demon Lord’s third disciple… fourth disciple…”

She listed all the disciples in one breath. Finally, Fairy Fengya nodded. “It seems I do have quite a connection with this Demon Lord.”

“Ye Meijing” could barely hold herself back; she wanted to take another sip of spirit wine, only to find the bottle empty. She could only smile bitterly and continue explaining, “No, Master, please wake up; the Demon Lord is so angry she wants to kill you.”

Upon hearing the word ‘kill’, Fairy Fengya’s expression became even more indifferent as she casually replied, “If she wants to kill me, let her come.”

This kind of confidence was unquestionable; “Ye Meijing” had suffered losses because of her, so she especially understood where Fairy Fengya’s confidence came from. But Fairy Fengya was too crazy, and that was one thing, yet she kept mocking this Demon Lord relentlessly.

The atmosphere became extremely awkward due to “Ye Meijing’s” silence. Suddenly, Fairy Fengya seemed to realize something, and asked “Ye Meijing” in turn.

“What’s your relationship with the Demon Lord?”