Chapter 10 This Male Lead is Really Hard to Kill (10) That's all for now, no...

A gust of wind swept by, causing strands of hair at the boy's temples to brush against the cheek of the person in front of him. Fu Li turned around as if sensing something, and just in time met a pair of eyes as deep and affectionate as the ocean.

He suddenly realized that during this time, whether in bed or out of bed, Wu Feng had taken very good care of him.

Moreover, he'll probably never encounter the spiritual spring in the Daoqing Secret Realm again in his lifetime, so there's nothing for him to fear. Besides, such a loyal and outstanding subordinate should be carefully cultivated.

Having finished his thoughts, Fu Li asked, "How's your cultivation going lately? Are you close to forming your Nascent Soul?"

Upon hearing his master inquire about his cultivation, Wufeng immediately replied with great enthusiasm, "Your Majesty, I have been diligently cultivating and have already broken through the bottleneck. I will be able to form my Nascent Soul in a month at most." Even his voice became more cheerful, like a puppy receiving attention from its master.

Since having become intimate with the Demon Lord, Wufeng no longer refers to himself as "disciple" but as "subordinate".

Fu Li nodded, took out a refined pill from his storage bag, and handed it to him. "This was made from the demon core of a monster killed in the secret realm. I also added a Demon Emperor Grass, which can replenish your cultivation and demonic energy. Given your current condition, you can immediately form your Nascent Soul after taking it. After you eat it, I will protect you."

Upon hearing Fu Li's words, Wu Feng's eyes immediately lit up.

His Excellency has condescended to help him protect the Dharma and wish him success in achieving the Nascent Soul stage.

For others, it was an unparalleled act of kindness that they could not even imagine.

Ever since he formed his demonic core, the Venerable One had been indifferent to him. He could only desperately cultivate, just to get a glance from him.

Does this mean that, for whatever reason, His Majesty has already reserved a place for him in his heart?

This made Wufeng feel as if his blood and flesh were boiling.

He knelt down respectfully, his bright eyes sparkling like stars, "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!"

Fu Li felt very pleased to be looked at with the boy's grateful gaze.

Although he had been thinking about how to kill the other party for the past four years, it was no longer necessary for the male protagonist to die.

As long as he remains loyal and useful, and people know how to please him, it's not impossible to keep him.

As long as he remains calm and never changes back to Xue Shaoming.

The pill, which had refined dozens of demon cores, was indeed powerful. As soon as Wu Feng took it, he felt a huge, flood-like force pour into his dantian. A continuous stream of demonic energy surged out and ran rampant through his meridians.

This feeling is naturally not pleasant; someone else might have died instantly if they were under such circumstances.

But Wufeng didn't want to lose face in front of the Venerable One.

His Majesty values ​​him so highly; if he can't even reach the Nascent Soul stage, how can he be qualified to stand by His Majesty's side?!

In the Demon Realm, strength has always been revered. If the Lord one day tires of him, he won't even have the power to win him back. Will he just stand by and watch the Lord find someone new?!

The imagined scene successfully unleashed the potential of Wufeng, transforming his deepest desires into a vibrant life force.

Wu Feng gritted his teeth, not allowing himself to make a sound, and felt the chaotic demonic energy in his meridians expanding his blood vessels, making them larger and more resilient.

Fifteen minutes later, the transformation of the meridians was completed. A small black mass began to gradually emerge in the sea of ​​consciousness, from being vaguely discernible to having a clearly defined outline.

In the sky, the clouds of calamity have arrived.

Fu Li gazed at the rolling thunder and smoke overhead, which was even more ferocious and spectacular than the tribulation lightning during the Core Formation in the absence of wind. He felt no emotion, casually set up a formation with a magic artifact next to the boy, and then retreated to the side.

As the first bolt of lightning struck, the formation began to circulate, and a continuous stream of power converged towards the person at the center.

Each tribulation lightning bolt contains immense energy, capable of helping cultivators form their nascent soul, but it is equally destructive. The number of cultivators who die under the tribulation lightning during the nascent soul formation process is no less than the number who succeed.

But as a chosen one with the protagonist's halo, it was no problem for Wufeng to survive the tribulation.

Within a quarter of an hour, all thirty-six bolts of lightning struck down, and the thunderclouds in the sky finally dispersed, revealing a faintly glowing figure in the large pit at the center of the mountain.

As Fu Li approached, Wu Feng jumped up excitedly and immediately pulled out the nascent soul from his sea of ​​consciousness, displaying it in front of Fu Li.

It was a thing shaped like a baby, entirely black and gold, slowly rotating in mid-air.

Wisps of demonic energy swirled around, containing even more powerful demonic energy within.

Li had seen cultivators' Nascent Soul Phoenix Talismans before, and this version was indeed of good quality.

He offered a perfunctory compliment: "Well done."

Like a puppy receiving praise from its master, Wufeng immediately wagged its tail and said happily, "This is all thanks to Your Majesty for refining pills for me and protecting me."

Feng Fuli hummed in agreement, took out a token made of heavy gold from her storage bag, and handed it to him. "Now that you have quelled the rebellion of the Demonic Sect and successfully formed your Nascent Soul, the position of Left Protector is yours from today onwards."

"Wu Feng, you should know that what I value most is your loyalty. Do a good job."

Feng Fuli finished speaking in a meaningful way.

At this moment, Wufeng's eyes were already filled with tears, his eyes gleaming with genuine affection that could no longer be concealed.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will not fail in my mission!"

At this moment, Fu Li did not understand that, in the depths of the boy's eyes, besides what he thought was gratitude and filial piety, there was also a deep, untamed, and fiery madness, like a storm that could crush everything in its path.

After that day, even without wind, he clung to her even more tightly.

Fu Li appointed him as the Left Protector for two reasons: firstly, to win people's hearts, and secondly, to send him to do something else so he wouldn't be constantly in front of her.

However, Wu Feng, just like the Demon Lord, became a hands-off manager, delegating all tasks except for those that had to be resolved to his subordinates, while he spent his days in the Demon Palace with Feng Fu Li.

Because of the Enchanting Flower, Fu Li's desires are easily aroused, but they are magnified into unsatisfied romantic desires.

And the absence of wind was like a taste of something new and exciting.

Over time, the servants of the Demon Palace became more discerning, keeping their distance whenever they saw the two of them together.

As time went on, Fu Li gradually found it hard to keep up.

Remembering what the fox demon had said, that he would eventually be corrupted by the Bewitching Flower and become only interested in the world, Fu Li was a little scared, so he started searching for information about the Bewitching Flower again.

Of course, Wu Feng was completely unaware of the inside story.

Snow fell in Wuxu Mountain. The Demon Palace, located at the highest peak of the mountain range, was also covered with a layer of silvery armor by the snow, gleaming in the sunlight.

A year had passed. The nineteen-year-old boy had grown a little taller, his broad back muscles covering well-defined yet not rugged muscles, and his features had become more profound; even without smiling, a casual glance revealed his sharp and shrewd nature.

With exceptional beauty and brimming with heroic spirit, what's even more enviable is that at only nineteen years old, she has already reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. Such talent is comparable to that of a genius of ten thousand generations.

He strode into the sleeping quarters and quickly found the man soaking in the hot spring behind the hall.

The man had eyebrows like distant mountains and a face like a peach blossom. His fox-like eyes revealed his impatience with the newcomer. "Didn't I tell you to go to Tianji City? Why are you back so soon?"

The boy lightly made a hand seal, and his clothes instantly dwindled to just his undergarments. He then slowly walked into the pool.

"I've met with the city lord of Tianji City. He's just a cowardly old man; he wouldn't dare to cause any trouble, so don't worry."

As she spoke, she came to the man's side, her large, calloused hand affectionately stroking his rounded shoulder, gently brushing aside the hair hanging to one side, and then leaning down to rest her head against him.

He seemed to be murmuring, "Your Majesty, I've missed you so much these past few days."

He no longer refers to himself as a "subordinate." In the Demon Palace, he seems to hold a position on par with Feng Fuli.

Only his attitude towards the Venerable One remained loyal and respectful, which made Fu Li suppress his anger every time he wanted to.

The man frowned slightly and pushed the fluffy head beside his ear. "You're getting more and more rude."

“Your Excellency’s reprimand is correct. But I only wish to serve Your Excellency better.” As she spoke, she moved her lips upwards, lightly biting the white, glass-like earlobe and gently licking it.

"Hmm."

Fu Li's body reacted immediately. Her skin on the water's surface began to glow with a vibrant, almost rosy red.

Her clear gaze instantly became unfocused. She couldn't help but turn her head to search for those lips.

Under such circumstances, who could resist? Wu Feng immediately lowered his head and kissed Fu Li's probing lips and tongue.

The warm touches combined with the intense heat and scorching atmosphere of the hot spring gradually aroused Fu Li's desire to the extreme.

He took the initiative to climb onto the man's strong, muscular arm, and after a few breaths, he leaned his whole body against it.

Wu Feng smiled faintly and couldn't help but say, "Your Excellency has become increasingly fond of romantic matters lately."

Fu Li gasped for breath and said angrily, "Are you mocking me?!"

"I wouldn't dare. I just think Your Majesty looks absolutely stunning."

"Stop talking nonsense, do it or don't!"

Soon, a pair of strong, large hands supported his thighs from behind and lifted him up.

No need for further explanation; the growing understanding they'd developed over the past year had made them as close as longtime friends in matters of the heart, sharing an unspoken and seamless connection.

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The activity in the hot spring pool only stopped when snow began to fall again in the evening.

Fu Li closed his eyes and leaned against the edge of the pool, letting Wu Feng clean him up before carrying him back to his bedchamber.

On the way, he suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes and asked, "By the way, wasn't it said that Wugou City sent a musician today? I didn't see him."

A dark light flashed in Wu Feng's eyes, and he sneered inwardly, saying, "That person doesn't know the rules and made a mistake as soon as he arrived, so I had him sent away."

"Your Majesty has a good memory; you even remember someone like this."

Although his tone was light and casual, there was a hint of sourness in his words.

Fu Li didn't understand, and didn't ask anything more, continuing to close her eyes and concentrate.

After settling the Venerable One in, Wufeng withdrew from the main hall.

When he approached others, his demeanor, which had been tender and charming just a quarter of an hour earlier, instantly turned as cold as an icy pool, and a black flame seemed to flicker in his eyes, sharp and piercing. His subordinates dared not even look him in the eye.

"Has the matter been resolved?"

The subordinate demon guard immediately replied, "Yes. His hand has been cut off and he has been sent back to Immaculate City."

“Go and give Lord Wugou a warning. Tell him that not just anyone is qualified to sleep with His Majesty!”

"yes!"

A murderous intent flashed in the young man's cold eyes.

Since news of his affair with the Venerable One spread a year ago, some people have started to have wicked ideas.

For so many years, the Demon Lord has remained aloof from worldly affairs, and there are no concubines or male lovers in the Demon Palace. Now that he has broken his vows, many people want to send some of their own into the palace.

Over the past year, Wufeng has already sent away three groups of people.

As the Left Protector of the Demon Realm, Feng Fuli granted him a great deal of power, effectively making him the chief steward of the Demon Palace.

He was like a proud and fierce wolf king, hating anyone who dared to covet his status and territory, unleashing his sharp claws and teeth to tear and bite, so frenzied that no one dared to approach him.

Feng Fuli knew nothing about these things.

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