Chapter 34: Spell-Making Prodigy Girl VS. The Demon Lord Who Shares Her Bed 7

"Let's go take a look over there first." Qi Suihuan suddenly changed direction halfway there.

They came to a precipice with a bottomless abyss below.

"These are the unique monsters of the Demon Devouring Cave, which feed on living people, drink blood and eat flesh, and are extremely ferocious. If you fall into this place, you will die without a burial place. Speaking of which, I think they are more terrifying than that evil magic."

Qi Suihuan uttered these horrifying words with a smile.

A cage bound by layers of chains hangs in mid-air, seemingly imprisoning something inside.

Guess who that is?

Jiang Zhiyi shook her head; how could she know such things?

And even if she knew, she couldn't say it, otherwise people would think she knew everything about the demon realm.

"My great benefactor—Feng Zhen."

"If he hadn't thrown me into this Demon-Devouring Cave, where would I have gotten such a good opportunity?"

He looked at her and emphasized the word "chance" when he said it.

"Therefore, I spared his life, allowing him to stay in this Soul Devouring Cave day and night, accompanied by those demons."

With a wave of his hand, flames ignited on the cliff face, brightening the surroundings considerably.

Jiang Zhiyi was startled. The creature in the cage wasn't a person at all; it was clearly a ferocious demon. Its face was hideous, and it bared its teeth.

"Unfortunately, he didn't last long. When he was about to die, I saved his life again. I channeled half of his flesh and blood, as well as his entire soul, into the demon, which is how he survived."

Jiang Zhiyi felt a chill in her heart. She had long known that Qi Suihuan was ruthless and vindictive.

But seeing what he did with my own eyes today still left me extremely astonished.

"Let's go." Qi Suihuan seemed to have had enough of the sights and had lost interest, remembering that she had other important business to attend to today.

On the rack in front of them were several people whose faces had been tortured beyond recognition. Their tattered clothes were soaked with blood from their wounds, and there was hardly a piece of good flesh on their bodies.

Several more slashes followed, and a shrill scream echoed through the empty torture chamber.

Jiang Zhiyi frowned, her expression somewhat unpleasant. For a moment, it was unclear whether she hadn't recovered from the scene just now, or was still frightened by the sight before her, or perhaps both.

She snuggled closer to Qi Suihuan.

"Why aren't you looking? Do you think I was too cruel to them?"

Qi Sui fantasized about pulling her out so she could get a closer look at the miserable state of those people.

He was a great demon who loved killing and slaughter.

His crimes were heinous, and his hands were covered in blood.

She said she liked him, so she should like all of him and accept everything about him.

"They're so dirty." Jiang Zhiyi looked up at him, her eyes wet and a little aggrieved.

"My skirt is all dirty."

Qi Suihuan looked down and noticed that her skirt was stained with a lot of splattered blood.

There was a lot of filth on the ground along the way.

Her white tulle dress today had a long train, and what was originally a shimmering, light gauze had now become dusty and gray.

"The witch only gave me a few outfits, and I have nothing to change into since they're all dirty. Lord Demon Lord, could you please have them prepare some more beautiful dresses for me?"

Qi Suihuan listened as she begged for something like a child, waiting for his answer with expectant eyes.

At this moment, I didn't really want to refuse her: "Okay."

"Demon Lord, you're the best." She smiled at him.

"Your...Your Majesty, what are your orders?" A demon general interrupted them.

"What did they find out?"

"Your Majesty, these three are disciples of the Immortal Sword Drinking Sect. Our men happened to witness them controlling puppets to harm passing cultivators. However, after some interrogation, they did not give a clear answer, only saying that they were on patrol."

"It is rumored that Yuan Feng, the former sect leader of the Drinking Sword Sect, suffered a qi deviation many years ago and has been in seclusion ever since. His chief disciple, Bu Jingrong, has assumed the position of sect leader."

"It's a pity that Bu Jingrong's talent is mediocre. The Drinking Sword Sect has declined considerably in recent years. Could it be that he used this vicious and evil technique to try to increase his cultivation?" Duan Twelve asked.

"He wouldn't dare." Qi Suihuan sneered, a hint of contempt flashing in her eyes.

Years ago, he had dealings with Bu Jingrong, a good-for-nothing who couldn't be helped.

Not to mention comparing him to Ling Zhen, the sect master of the Free and Unfettered Sect, even Yun Yin, an elder of the Free and Unfettered Sect, far surpasses him. No wonder the Sword Drinking Sect has been overshadowed by the Free and Unfettered Sect in recent years, losing its position as the leading sect of immortals.

"Come here. Didn't you say there was a usable formation? Give it a try." Qi Suihuan looked at Jiang Zhiyi.

"Put that person down." Jiang Zhiyi pointed to the person on the far right.

"He was the most seriously injured, so he'll be easier to control."

She immediately conjured a spell to summon several sharp silver needles, which gleamed with a cold light. She then pierced the needles into his chest, and a few drops of dark red blood from his heart seeped out of the needle holes.

Another magic circle appeared, and the blue flames burned away all the blood, leaving only a hazy mist in front of us.

The person who had been hanging their head earlier raised their head, their eyes lifeless, staring straight at Jiang Zhiyi.

Who are you? Where do you come from?

"Wang Shi, an outer disciple of the Drinking Sword Sect." A hoarse voice rang out.

What are you going to do in the back mountain?

"Patrol...no, murder. I didn't, patrol...murder..."

As if controlled by a powerful force, Wang Shi began to speak incoherently.

"You went on patrol first, and then you killed someone?"

After calming the agitated person with an array, Jiang Zhiyi asked calmly.

"Patrol...kill...complete the mission..."

"What task do you need to complete?" she asked.

"Mission...mission...patrol..."

"Why do you use evil magic? Who sent you?"

"Ugh... Ah..." It was a hysterical scream, as if he were suffering immense pain.

Jiang Zhiyi added another blocking array to protect him inside the barrier.

But nothing changed; the man still couldn't utter a single word.

"He doesn't seem to be manipulating the puppet to perform evil magic willingly. It's more like a normal patrolling disciple being controlled by someone before doing those things."

Another formation.

"No, this death pact is locked inside his soul. Using such a vicious method to seal their secrets, even if they don't reveal the secret, they won't live much longer."

Worried that he might die, Jiang Zhiyi casually set up a healing array for him and then withdrew her hand.

Qi Suihuan remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

Soon, he looked at Jiang Zhiyi.

"My Lord Demon Lord, what else do you need me to do now?"

She inexplicably felt that his gaze was somewhat dangerous.

"Do you need to extract their essence and blood to control them using magic?"

He looked at her coldly.

Jiang Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat. She knew he was asking about the curse she had cast back then, and he must have already guessed something.

Qi Suihuan's secret of demonic energy and essence blood has never been known to outsiders. How should she explain it now?

"I……"

Before she could say anything, Qi Suihuan directly ordered the demon general beside her to take action.

"Lock her up with these people."