Chapter 5 This male protagonist is really hard to kill (5) There must be a reason why someone is hard to kill...

Despite her senior brother's persuasion, Jiao Yuetong remained stubborn.

Qi Yue didn't understand her girlish thoughts, and the two of them remained at an impasse.

Just then, a strong gust of wind carrying evil energy blew open the window of a room on the second floor, but the disciples of the Guiyan Sect downstairs did not notice.

As Wufeng was cultivating on his couch, he sensed the sudden arrival of aura. His muscles tensed up immediately, radiating a sharp and menacing aura. The next moment, however, he caught a familiar scent mixed with sandalwood and floral fragrance. The thorns around him immediately retracted, and he opened his eyes to see a familiar person.

Feng Fuli changed into a black dress, which was much more neat and dashing than her usual flamboyant aura. However, if you looked closely, you could see that the silver dragon pattern on the hem of the dress was moving. It would stretch its body occasionally or wander around the surface of the dress, as if it were alive.

This is one of the mounts tamed by Feng Fuli, the Silverfire Pillar Dragon.

Wu Feng glanced at the dragon pattern almost imperceptibly, only to see the little dragon swim even more joyfully, as if showing off, and even coiled around Feng Fu Li's chest, before the Demon Lord frowned and flicked it away before it fell off.

Wu Feng's expression calmed down slightly, but his expression was so subtle that Fu Li didn't notice it at all.

The boy got off the couch and knelt respectfully on the ground.

"Welcome, Your Excellency!"

Fu Li waved for him to get up, her fox-like eyes fixed on him, more subtle than ever before.

He overheard the conversation between the female lead and her senior brother as he passed downstairs. The girl had clearly fallen for the male lead. He mentally scoffed: "They've only met once! That's way too fast!"

At this rate, with the plot developing so rapidly, am I about to face a plot-driven death?

Thinking of this, Fu Li's malice resurfaced. He sneered. The young man in front of him was reporting on the mission. After he finished speaking, Feng Fu Li said, "Did you save those Guiyan Sect disciples outside?"

Wufeng cupped his hands and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. I want them to spread the word about the Nine Heavens Sect. Even if the other demonic sects have ulterior motives, they will not dare to act rashly. Moreover, such matters will be more deterrent if they are spread through the mouths of the righteous sects. Then the demonic sects will know that they are nothing but ants in the Demon Realm. They will no longer dare to disobey Your Majesty."

Over the years, Feng Fu Li Church has been ruthless and merciless in its killings. He had a good plan: as long as the male lead voluntarily killed the female lead, the subsequent plot would not unfold.

But now it seems that Wufeng didn't kill the female lead after they met. She even mistakenly believed he was there to save her, instantly boosting his affection for her, which is quite baffling.

He knew that the meeting and falling in love between the male and female protagonists were preordained. But as the gears of the plot turned, he couldn't help but feel annoyed and powerless.

Fu Li clenched her fist tighter and tighter on the table, until with a loud "bang," the wooden table turned to dust.

Fu Li had never been so angry with him before. Wu Feng immediately banged his head on the ground and shouted, "Your Majesty, please calm down! If I have done anything wrong to make Your Majesty angry, it is all my fault. I am willing to accept my punishment. Please don't be angry and make yourself feel unwell."

Seeing him kneeling on the ground, looking both fearful and earnest, Feng Fuli laughed angrily, "You're being too clever for your own good, letting those people go without permission. Don't you know that the Guiyan Sect and my Demon Realm are sworn enemies? By rescuing the Guiyan Sect disciples, are you planning to betray the Demon Realm and join those hypocrites of the righteous path?!"

Wu Feng slammed his fists on the ground twice, blood trickling from his forehead: "This disciple dares not! This disciple has never intended to betray the Demon Realm, much less leave Your Majesty! This time, this disciple was presumptuous and acted foolishly. Upon returning, I will gladly accept one hundred lashes of the Purgatory Whip. I hope Your Majesty can forgive me!"

Wu Feng did not make any excuses for himself, and even took the initiative to ask for punishment. His attitude of admitting his mistake was not only good but also positive.

Feng Fuli stared coldly at him, her deep eyes overflowing with profound malice, and slowly said, "If I were to order you to kill those Guiyan Sect members right now to atone for your mistakes..."

Without a word, Wu Feng stood up. "Disciple will go immediately." As he spoke, three blood moon totems appeared around him, their malevolent aura suddenly emanating from them, like an arrow on a bowstring, ready to be released.

Fu Li immediately heard the system's siren warning in his mind, as loud as a police siren.

[Host, if you now instigate the male lead to kill the female lead, that will be against the rules. I will take appropriate punitive measures.]

Fu Li's head was buzzing from the shrill alarm in his mind.

He had only intended to test the male lead, so he raised his hand and changed his words, saying, "Forget it, since things have already turned out this way, there's no need to push things to the brink for now."

He came here primarily for another purpose.

"Seven days from now, a secret realm nearby will open. I need to go inside to take care of some business, and you will come with me. If things go well, I will forgive and forget about this matter."

Without wind, he obediently stood with his hands clasped in front of him, and his murderous aura subsided.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will obey your orders!"

This was Feng Fuli's purpose. Because of the system, he couldn't prevent Wufeng from entering that secret realm. But the system didn't say he couldn't come along.

They say anything is possible with human effort. As long as we keep a close eye on the male lead and act accordingly, we'll find a way to both keep him under control and fool the system. Let's take it one step at a time.

Whether it's for his life or to continue enjoying wealth and luxury, he won't give up the struggle; he has to take the gamble.

That evening, someone knocked on the door, followed by a woman's voice:

"Um... Senior Brother? Are you alright? My name is Jiao Yuetong, and I'm a disciple of the Guiyan Sect. I brought you a bowl of soup and some spiritual herbs. Were you injured today?"

At that time, Feng Fuli was sitting on the couch by the window, teasing the little dragon on her clothes while admiring the scenery outside.

Wufeng, however, was kneeling in the corner, facing the wall in repentance, because of his orders. He had been in the same position for several hours.

Upon hearing the name of the person outside the door, Feng Fuli's eyelids twitched violently. How long had it been? The female lead couldn't resist and came looking for him herself.

With narrowed eyes, he glanced towards the corner and saw the black-clad youth still kneeling with his back straight, his eyes fixed straight ahead, his expression unmoved, as if he hadn't heard the voice outside the door.

Fu Li was slightly relieved and said to her, "Miss outside, it's getting dark now. It's probably not appropriate for you to come in. Please leave."

Jiao Yuetong heard a completely unfamiliar voice coming from inside the room, a voice that was languid and clear. Her heart immediately tightened.

"I'm looking for a senior brother dressed in black! And who are you? What are you doing in the room? Where is that senior brother? What did you do to him?!"

It's unclear what she was imagining, but her gentle words quickly turned into banging on the door and shouting, "Are you a remnant of the Nine Heavens Sect?! Open the door! If you dare to harm my senior brother, the Guiyan Sect will definitely not let you off! Senior brother! Senior brother! Can you hear me?!"

A moment later, the door suddenly opened, and Jiao Yuetong's hand, which was pounding on the door, stopped in mid-air. Looking up, she saw a man in a black robe with a dragon design standing by the door. His handsome face, which resembled that of an immortal, was full of impatience, and his eyes, which were lively and shrewd like a fox, added a touch of demonic charm to his appearance.

He lowered his eyes and coldly stared at the girl, "Little girl, did your master teach you that barging into someone else's room is considered polite?!"

Jiao Yuetong blushed slightly as she was scolded: "I...I..."

Their gazes unexpectedly passed through the man's figure and fell upon the black-clad boy who had saved them during the day, kneeling before the wall with his back ramrod straight.

In a moment of impulsiveness, she disregarded all etiquette and darted past the man to Wufeng's side, saying with concern, "Senior brother, why are you kneeling on the ground? You're still injured, get up quickly!"

As she spoke, she tried to pull him up by his arm.

Feng Fuli hated anyone who acted recklessly in front of him; it was practically a challenge to his authority. With a flick of his long sleeves, before Jiao Yuetong could react, she was blown aside by a powerful gust of wind.

She was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned and glared angrily at Feng Fuli.

Knowing she was no match for her opponent, Jiao Yuetong turned to verbal attacks:

"You made my senior brother kneel here?! Who exactly are you?!"

Feng Fuli glanced at her and said disdainfully, "My man made a mistake, so I made him kneel as punishment. What's the problem with that?"

The girl glared at him: "He just came down from Mount Jiuxiao, wiped out the entire sect's demonic cultivators, and suffered countless injuries! Even if he made a mistake, his merits and demerits should offset each other, especially since it was such a great act of chivalry! Yet you still made him kneel as punishment! Do you have no humanity?!"

Feng Fuli snorted, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the girl who had barged in. He was almost amused by Jiao Yuetong's righteous and stern demeanor: "I am his master, I can punish him as I please. Little girl, what right do you have to meddle in other people's business?" He spoke slowly and deliberately, completely disregarding her.

Jiao Yuetong was even more indignant, and said firmly, "Even if you are my senior brother's teacher, you have no right to act as his master. Everyone is an individual. Besides, my senior brother just rescued us from the Nine Heavens Sect not long ago, and he has already exhausted himself. No matter what, you should not punish him at this time!"

Most of what she said was based on her own imagination. Feng Fuli found her not only childish but also ridiculous, and slowly said:

"You're calling me 'Senior Brother' now? That sounds so familiar. Wufeng, when did you take it upon yourself to find a junior sister?"

His gaze casually shifted to the kneeling boy, who immediately answered all questions, saying, "This disciple does not know her."

"You...you all..." Jiao Yuetong felt humiliated when she saw that the other party was not grateful for her help.

She glanced one last time at Wufeng, who was kneeling motionless on the ground, stomped her foot in exasperation, and then ran out.

Feng Fuli watched her disappear, his eyes suddenly turning cold. He glanced at the soup bowl that Jiao Yuetong had brought but had knocked over, his eyes showing impatience. He turned to Wufeng and ordered, "No need to kneel anymore. Clean up these filthy things first."

It took him a moment to process whether the "dirty thing" he was referring to was the spilled soup or the noisy person who had just run out. Wufeng stood up, replied "yes," and immediately went to find a rag.

The next day, Qi Yue knocked on their door and personally apologized for his junior sister's impolite behavior the night before.

When he saw Feng Fuli, his expression didn't change. He didn't recognize that the handsome, otherworldly young man in front of him was the number one expert in the cultivation world, the Demon Lord Feng Fuli, who was hated and killed by the righteous path.

Qi Yue cupped his hands in a respectful bow, saying, "Senior Brother Wufeng's cultivation is extraordinary. He not only eliminated the evil spirits but also saved my fellow disciples from dire straits. He must have received the true teachings of a senior and is a role model for us all!"

The flattery was delivered very smoothly and successfully.

Feng Fuli smiled faintly, but inwardly he thought with a wicked grin: If this righteous disciple knew that the so-called "role model" he was talking about was actually a demonic cultivator, he wondered what he would think.

Although Feng Fuli was not afraid of revealing her identity, there was no need for her to do so. After chatting for a few minutes, she sent Qi Yue away.

After leaving the house, Qi Yue couldn't help but think: Master always said there are heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people, and it's true. I wonder where this Master Wu Feng is, a reclusive and powerful figure, his cultivation must be at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

Upon returning, he strictly forbade Jiao Yuetong from going to Wufeng's room again.

Enraged, Jiao Yuetong shouted, "Qi Jingtong! Believe me or not, I'll tell my father about how you bullied me when we get back!"

Qi Yue shook his head. He thought to himself that it was because she was spoiled by the people of Guiyan Sect and had a father who was the sect leader that Jiao Yuetong had become so willful and clueless about social interactions. He would have to persuade his aunt Bi Yuan when he got back to help her change.

Seeing that her senior brother was determined, Jiao Yuetong had no choice but to look for another way out.

With the opening of the secret realm imminent, cultivators are arriving in droves every day. Among them are people from both the righteous and evil paths. For example, Qi Yue and his group were captured by the Nine Heavens Sect while waiting for the secret realm to open.

This chaotic situation made it easy for Feng Fuli and Wufeng to take advantage of the situation and hide their true seclusion in the city.

Fu Li's habit of indulging in pleasure and eating good food has not changed. In addition to meditation and cultivation, he would often use his disguise technique to conceal his aura and go for a stroll outside.

Wufeng knew the Demon Lord's preferences very well, and would personally go out to find delicious and fun things for him every day.

That day, taking advantage of Feng Fuli's trip without Wufeng accompanying her, Jiao Yuetong finally found an opportunity to block Wufeng at the entrance of the inn as he returned from buying sweet cakes.

"Senior Brother Wufeng..." Jiao Yuetong called out to him shyly. She had only heard his name from Feng Fuli a few days ago, and this was the first time she had called him that out loud.

"Hey, wait for me! Stop!" Seeing that the other person was ignoring her, Jiao Yuetong lifted her skirt and chased after her, blocking the way upstairs.

"Why are you ignoring me?" the girl said coquettishly. "I've seen you buying food every day these past few days, it's all for your master, isn't it? He treated you like that, how dare you make you run errands?"

Hearing her speak ill of the Venerable One, Wufeng instinctively wanted to teach her a lesson. However, remembering that the inn was full of cultivators, and it wasn't appropriate to reveal his identity as a demonic cultivator, he had to abandon the idea. Instead, he said sternly, "What right do you have to interfere in the Venerable One's affairs?! Shut your mouth, or I'll rip your tongue out if there's a next time!"

Jiao Yuetong was frightened by his cold expression and backed away.

Even so, she didn't give up trying to strike up a conversation: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything bad about your master. Why are you being so fierce? But why do you call him 'Your Excellency'? Did he tell you to call him that?"

Wu Feng's eyes grew even colder, as if he were about to stab her with a knife at any moment.

Startled, Jiao Yuetong had no choice but to change the subject.

"Um...you saved us before, and I haven't properly thanked you yet. This is the best healing medicine from Divine Healer Valley. It can enhance your qi and blood and improve your cultivation. I'm giving it to you." The girl lowered her head and held out her hand, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.

Wu Feng didn't even glance at it, a hint of impatience flashing across his handsome face as he worried that the sweet cakes he brought for the Venerable One were about to melt.

Seeing that she wouldn't move aside, he simply stepped over her and squeezed past her without taking her things.

Jiao Yuetong had never been treated like this before, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief. Turning to look at Wufeng's departing figure without a trace of lingering affection, she finally revealed a resentful smile.

She angrily took out the recording stone and secretly pointed it at the windless direction, thinking that she wanted to record his ungrateful appearance so that she could take it out and laugh at him when he needed her help in the future, so that she could get rid of the anger of being ignored.

Fu Li was unaware of this little incident. After returning from her stroll outside, she saw a plate of sweet cakes on the table, chilled by someone using spiritual energy.

The boy who had been sitting on the ground meditating with a blanket spread out on the ground opened his eyes. When he saw him return, his originally indifferent gaze softened, like a little dog waiting for its owner to come home.

“Your Excellency, you have returned,” he called out.

Feng Fuli hummed in agreement.

"The secret realm will open tomorrow. You should intensify your cultivation. The time for forming your Nascent Soul is just around the corner. Strive to form your Nascent Soul in the secret realm."

Wu Feng became somewhat excited; this was the first time the Venerable One had shown such concern for his cultivation.

"This disciple will definitely work even harder and will not let Your Majesty down!"

Feng Fuli then instructed, "After entering the secret realm, remember to stay close to me and do not leave my side even for a moment, especially do not team up with others."

"yes!"

That night, when all was quiet, Wufeng tiptoed out of the window and couldn't help but glance back at the person sitting on the tatami mat in meditation.

The man's handsome and otherworldly face, illuminated by the moonlight, lost some of its allure and gained a serene tranquility, unlike the ever-changing expressions he displayed during the day, whether sharp or languid. At this moment, he resembled a solemn statue, inspiring reverence and awe in all who beheld him, and no one dared to desecrate him in the slightest.

Fu Li was focused on absorbing the moonlight and meditating, and did not notice Wu Feng's departure.

In truth, Wufeng secretly wished he could never leave the Venerable One's side, but there were some things he couldn't do in front of him.

He silently uttered "Your Excellency" in his heart, and then disappeared from the window.

A moment later, Wufeng arrived at the riverbank and walked directly into the water without taking off his coat.

In the dead of night, the icy river water gradually rose to my chest.

He stood in the middle of the river for a while, then lowered his hand into the water. Immersed in the icy cold water, his face grew increasingly flushed, and he began to breathe rapidly.

Accompanied by murmurs: "Your Excellency... Your Excellency... Your Excellency..."

He didn't actually want it to be like this.

But these past few days he'd been living in the same room as the Venerable One, eating and cultivating together, and every moment he could smell Feng Fuli's unique, aloof and proud aura. It made his blood boil, and he felt like he was about to explode.

Although he could have chosen to stay in another room separately, he was unwilling to miss such a good opportunity, claiming that this would allow him to better serve His Majesty. His Majesty believed him and allowed him to stay.

Therefore, in order not to embarrass himself in front of the Venerable One and be disliked by him, the young man had no choice but to come out now to calm down and resolve the matter at the same time.

However, the restlessness that cannot be relieved for seven days is not so easy to calm down.

The murmuring in the river continued for a long, long time; the silent night and the flowing water concealed his crimes of the night.

A note from the author:

Please leave more comments. The next chapter will be about entering the secret realm. Entering the secret realm means...hehehe is not far away (winking).