Chapter 48 The Past
"Wow, so young and dares to come alone?"
"Truly brave..." Chu Fengliu sighed, stroking his chin.
The demon realm is no pushover; demons are inherently bloodthirsty. Unless they are beaten to the point of immobility, they will fight on even if they are barely clinging to life. Moreover, even if these demons are just small fry with low magic power, their sheer numbers and sheer numbers will still give them a run for their money.
Chu Fengliu looked at Po Jun, who had retreated behind the demon, and clearly saw through his plan.
He pondered, "What kind of approach is this? It's incomprehensible."
"Has the Immortal Realm become this arrogant?"
"This person is definitely not an ordinary person, but there haven't been any rising stars in the Immortal Realm recently, so who could it be?"
"Hey, shake the gold mine?"
"Who do you think that is?"
Chu Fengliu's words were too noisy, one after another.
But not a single word reached Yao Jin's ears. His eyes, which were slanted upwards, were wide open and staring intently at the person opposite him. His mind was filled with images of characters from storybooks—a handsome Taoist priest, an elegant immortal lord, a tender but not amorous sword cultivator.
"Hmm..." But after thinking it over, Yao Jin felt something was missing. Suddenly, she heard Chun Qing's words again and clapped her hands excitedly, "Male concubine!"
The voice wasn't particularly loud, but in the context of a temporarily halted battlefield, it was quite significant. The implication behind those words was also considerable. Chu Fengliu's mouth slowly opened wide. Even though battle was imminent, his mind inevitably began to race: male concubine, whose male concubine? Elder Xu's male concubine? Or that stick insect's male concubine? But no matter how much he thought about it, Chu Fengliu couldn't equate the two.
He hissed, which mingled with the still-jumping applause, but sounded like a signal on the battlefield.
"Charge!" The monsters charged forward immediately upon hearing the shout.
There are many kinds of cultivators in this world, such as weapon cultivators, alchemy cultivators, and magic cultivators. However, without exception, none of them can match the powerful existence of sword cultivators on the battlefield. Sword cultivators also have many ways of drawing their swords, some are grand and sweeping, some are just showing off, and some are full of murderous intent.
But it wasn't exactly conventional.
It's all very rigid and methodical, like the most basic kind in a martial arts manual, making it easy to spot mistakes at first glance.
If the monsters were fighting to the death to kill each other just now, they are now becoming complacent in the face of certain death. However, the one-sided massacre just now was too shocking, and even though they have surrounded the boy, they still dare not be careless.
"What should we do? Kill him?"
"Of course we should kill them. Only by killing them can we do justice to these brothers and also get a reward."
"Hmm... if that's the case, wouldn't the living receive more rewards than the dead?"
Having not had much contact with the outside world, the demons are straightforward and, to put it bluntly, somewhat naive. These kinds of grumbling thoughts would never be uttered by a great demon, but now a few underlings are discussing them like this.
Their bodies still bore the bloody holes from the stab wounds, blood gushing out, each spitting blood into the other's mouth, completely oblivious to the hand that had been gripping the sword and then releasing it, which had been seen as prey.
The boy was brought before Yao Jin. Throughout the process, the boy kept his head down, which gave one of the demons a false impression. So the demon shoved him and said, "When you see our young lady, you must kneel down and respectfully say: Greetings, Great Demon."
Yao Jin was happy, and he soon received more rewards, which made the demon laugh slyly.
The other demon immediately slapped him on the back of the head, saying, "You're smiling so ugly, don't scare the young lady later."
The first demon immediately rubbed his hands together, "Hehe, I know. Miss likes good-looking guys, and also likes guys with obedient personalities who don't talk much. I'll shut up my chatter in a bit and show Miss my heroic figure."
The two demons led the boy to Yao Jin's side. The demon in front remembered his earlier words about showing his prowess, but just as he reached out to take the other's sword, he heard a clang.
"Miss, I admit defeat." The clear voice rang out, and the boy's arrogant demeanor vanished in an instant.
"Hmm, not bad." Yao Jin looked at the other person's straight legs with satisfaction and nodded. "Take him back."
The demon realm suffered heavy casualties, and the four demon generals all came out in full force, making the commotion impossible to conceal.
After his nap, the Demon King awoke with sharp eyes and said, "Bring her to see me."
"Yes, Demon King." It was obvious who she was referring to. Chunqing bowed and replied, but instead of leaving immediately, she looked up at the Demon King as she stood up.
With that upward slant of his gaze, his eyelashes fluttering, the Demon King's eyes instantly darkened. "Wait."
Between the beds, the red bed curtains fluttered without wind, decadent yet alluring. A slender hand reached out and pulled Chunqing back, and at the same time, a casual voice mixed with a coquettish tone came, "Why are you imitating her?"
“You never used to like to imitate her.”
Chunqing nestled in his broad chest, tilting her head back to look at him, her gaze tinged with the burning heat emanating from his back. "Nobody wants to be treated as a substitute."
"Heh." Jiuge chuckled softly, his massive body turning around to cover Chunqing. His long, slender hands parted the neckline that was casually yet deliberately exposed, tracing a path down her full breasts before suddenly grabbing her again. He raised an eyebrow. "Delaying time, huh?"
"Are you just going to protect her like this?"
The pain sent chills down her spine, yet Chunqing greedily arched her body and offered herself up, asking, "Since you know, do you still want to go now?"
"Heh." The only response was a cold snort. Then, the long, slender hand suddenly exerted force, the veins on the back of the hand bulging, and slammed Chunqing's head onto the bed with a dull thud!
A bed signifies a place to rest, and the bed used for the Demon King's nap is incredibly luxurious. Even the bedding is woven by countless embroiderers and filled with soft stuffing. Even if a person falls from several meters in the air and lands on this soft bedding, no trace will be left.
But as soon as Chunqing bumped into something, a large red patch immediately appeared on her head.
Jiuge threw her head back and laughed, "Why did you have to learn from her of all things?"
"Didn't you already know that I kept you all around so that I could suppress my anger when facing her?"
After speaking, Jiuge pressed Chunqing's head firmly into the quilt, listlessly covering her with his body.
The bed curtains fluttered again, and waves of red rippled across the bed.
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Meanwhile, Yao Jin, who was being protected by Chun Qing, or rather, out of jealousy, was completely unaware of what was going on. She was thinking about those storybooks and kept glancing at the boy as she walked.
Once inside, she immediately slammed the door shut behind her, and like those domineering enchantresses in storybooks, pressed her body tightly against the boy, gripping his arms with both hands. "What's your name?"
Yao Jin thought that no man would refuse a woman offered to him.
But the reality was that her impact was considerable; her movements were as unyielding as a bull, causing Meng Ji's back to slam against the door frame, immediately turning blue. The door panel, struck by the weight of the two bodies, bounced back a few times, sending a jolt through them.
Being attacked from both sides, having to avoid the girl's ample breasts while enduring the pain, was not pleasant. Meng Ji let out a low gasp.
At such close range, a sweet fragrance filled his nostrils. Meng Ji lowered his eyelashes to look at the girl, raised his arm slightly to protect her, and helped her up. "Meng Ji."
Yao Jin felt a tickle in her heart at that husky voice. She looked up at him with a strange expression, then snuggled into his arms. "What's your name..."
Meng Ji closed his eyes slightly, looked at her deeply, just once, and then obediently repeated, "My name is Meng Ji."
“I wasn’t asking what your name is, I was saying your name is…” Yao Jin suddenly stopped speaking, because the word was so short, and she was too embarrassed to scold someone over a single interjection. “Hmm, a good name.”
Changing the subject, she then voiced a thought she had been pondering: "Would you be interested in becoming my male concubine?"
Their eyes met, and Meng Ji's slightly reddened ears slowly faded, but his expression remained calm, showing no sign of having ever been shy. Now, because of Yao Jin's words, a hint of estrangement and slight dissatisfaction was revealed in his eyelashes.
He helped the person up completely, then straightened his own clothes, saying, "I don't want to."
This was such an ordinary remark, its overly gentle tone even giving it a submissive quality, much like the impression one gets upon first meeting someone—equally gentle. Yao Jin gave a satisfied "hmm," and then—
"Hmm, hmm? You don't want to?"
She suspected she had misheard, and stood on tiptoe to lean closer, but stopped abruptly, grabbing Meng Ji's collar and ripping it off. "What did you say? You don't want to?"
The pull was quite forceful, definitely carrying the resentment of being pampered and never being refused, along with a sense of embarrassment and anger. With a tearing sound, the gray collar was ripped into strips of cloth, instantly exposing the boy's thin collarbones and prominent Adam's apple to the air.
"Ah!" Yao Jin immediately covered her eyes, but peeked through a crack between her fingers. Seeing the strong, lean lines of his chest, her tone softened suddenly, "Why don't you want to?"
"I am the leader of the Four Demon Generals."
A talented man and a beautiful woman, a talented man paired with a beautiful woman, but shouldn't the beautiful woman be less strong? It seems that the stories in the novels are full of weak women. Yao Jin didn't get an answer, pondered for a moment, and suddenly realized.
She changed her tune, saying, "I am the Demon King's beloved daughter. As my male concubine, you only need to make me happy and don't have to worry about what others think."
"You can share my status, sleep on soft silk pillows, command demons, and have no worries about money. If you need anything, I can also have someone find you unparalleled martial arts techniques."
"You're not even willing to do this?"
As a young girl, Yao Jin didn't have much experience. When she met the man she liked, she didn't know there were other ways to win him over. She could offer him anything she had, including status, fame, and magic coins. He was just a male concubine, so it didn't matter if she doted on him.
But this is exactly the kind of tactic that wealthy young men who frequent brothels often use.
Meng Ji's eyes grew colder, and he pursed his lips, finally revealing an expression different from his usual gentle demeanor. "How many people have you said such things to?"
Yao Jin blinked her golden eyes and leaned closer. "Ah, are you jealous?"
Their eyes met, and the girl's warm breath pressed against his. The peony-scented hair oil filled the space between them. It was bright and beautiful, yet it was like an extremely arrogant man-eating flower, domineering and prickly. Meng Ji lowered his eyes to look at her. "This is my first time meeting you, Miss. Why would I be jealous?"
Indeed, jealousy is something used by couples in a long-term relationship, and it's really not suitable to describe a young couple who have just met. But Yao Jin suddenly pressed her ear close to his chest, "I don't believe you, otherwise why would you say such things just now? What does it have to do with you how many people I've said these things to?"
Meng Jisheng was tall, and even though Yao Jin's height wasn't short among witches, it only reached his chest. This made it easy for Yao Jin to hear his heartbeat. Of course, she had also been envious of his well-defined muscles for a long time.
Just as Yao Jingang pressed against Meng Ji's chest, the sound of the door being violently slammed rang out again—it was Meng Ji unexpectedly retreating.
—The door collapsed!
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