Chapter 3 This male protagonist is really hard to kill (3) Those who can't kill him are all...
The system finally couldn't stand it any longer and spoke up: "Host, you can use a dust-removing spell."
Fu Li, who was frowning and struggling with whether or not to abandon the male lead: Oh right.
In his nervousness, he forgot that he was in the cultivation world and even forgot such a simple spell.
Fu Li immediately made a hand seal, cleaned herself and the male protagonist from head to toe, and then flew back to Yaohua Palace with the boy's thin body in her arms.
After such a harrowing experience, coupled with the system's constant reminders and electric shock warnings, Fu Li dared not be negligent any longer and finally straightened out her attitude, taking good care of her child.
However, this "taking good care of him" only extended to assigning him a few servants to take care of his daily life, and occasionally checking on his cultivation progress when they remembered, but the service was still very perfunctory.
However, his perfunctory attitude made everyone in the Demon Palace aware that the Lord had raised a child. Before this, the Demon Lord had never had such a hobby, nor had he ever been seen to care about anyone. After the news spread, it even spread throughout the Demon Realm. Everyone speculated that the child was the Lord's illegitimate son, and some even guessed that the Demon Lord was keeping a male prostitute in the palace.
Fu Li was completely unaware of the outside world's turmoil. The male protagonist's appearance stirred up the apprehension he had harbored for fourteen years. No matter how the boy tried to hide the light in his eyes each time he saw him—a mixture of joy and deep longing—it couldn't dispel the unease in Fu Li's heart. He found him utterly displeasing and wished he could get rid of him as soon as possible.
Fu Li was able to roam the universe for so many years because he believed in the principle of "if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring breeze".
Despite the system's repeated emphasis that he was here for labor reform and that it was impossible for him to have a comfortable life, the old fox Fu Li still thought about how to nitpick the wording and exploit loopholes in the rules to get rid of the male protagonist as soon as possible.
The plan was implemented when Wufeng was fifteen years old.
Fu Li summoned Wu Feng and assigned him a training mission: to go to Jiuyuan and kill the Nine-Headed Demon Phoenix.
At that time, Wufeng was practicing the Demon Moon Technique, a technique that was precisely countered by the Nine-Headed Demon Phoenix. Moreover, the Nine Abyss was filled with malevolent energy, and one could easily wander into an area swept by fierce winds if one was not careful. Even a Nascent Soul stage demon cultivator would find it difficult to escape with their life if they went down there.
Fu Li's seemingly casual task was actually full of malice.
However, the fifteen-year-old boy was completely unaware of this, and was even more excited because the Venerable One had summoned him for the rare occasion and personally selected a training mission for him.
Her fair face immediately flushed red, and she knelt on one knee, saying eagerly, "This disciple will certainly not fail Your Majesty's trust!"
Then they happily went and died.
However, things did not go as Fu Li had hoped. Three months later, the boy returned in all black, neatly dressed and full of energy, to report back.
In fact, Wufeng had successfully killed the Nine-Headed Phoenix a month ago, but he always remembered that the Venerable One was a germaphobe and would frown at the sight of bloodstains, so he waited until his injuries had healed and all the scars had disappeared before returning clean.
The young man pulled out nine phoenix heads from his storage bag, each spot spotless, and arranged them neatly in the center of the hall, astonishing the elders waiting outside to pay their respects to the Demon Lord. They exclaimed how formidable the boy was.
However, the Demon Lord on the main seat did not seem particularly happy.
After this experience, Wufeng not only comprehended the ultimate essence of the Demon Moon Technique in his life-or-death battle with the Nine-Headed Phoenix, greatly increasing his cultivation, but also made a name for himself in the Demon Realm, and the people in the Demon Palace became even more respectful to him.
Fu Li's plan failed, but she did not give up.
From then on, every mission he assigned to Wufeng was extremely dangerous and difficult; a slight misstep could lead to certain death. It was ostensibly a training exercise, but in reality, it was a death sentence.
However, thanks to his status as the chosen one, Wu Feng always managed to escape unscathed and complete his missions perfectly. Moreover, he always managed to comprehend higher realms during these dangerous missions, causing his cultivation to rise rapidly. Over time, people in the palace said that His Majesty was most concerned about Wu Feng's upbringing and was grooming him as his successor.
All Fu Li could do was rage helplessly. As the male protagonist grew stronger, his attempts to kill him only became an asset to him. Fu Li became enraged and increasingly capricious. Sometimes even the demon servants of the Demon Palace dared not approach him to serve him. Only Wu Feng could tolerate his temper.
The system, however, observed all of this with detached indifference. It had long known that its host's treatment of the chosen one would not only fail to kill him but would also accelerate his growth. The protagonist is the protagonist; his protagonist aura is no joke.
What the system couldn't understand was that, despite Wu Feng being in danger multiple times and escaping death countless times because of Fu Li, suffering immensely, why did he not harbor any resentment towards the culprit Fu Li, and even seem to revere and trust him as he did when he was a child? This shouldn't be the case.
Unless the male lead is an idiot...
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The man walked along the palace path, his black robes flowing freely with each step, swaying in the cold dew of the snowy night. His figure was both heroic and refined, his handsome, sharp face appearing and disappearing in the palace's lamplight. A waist tag hung at his side, clearly inscribed with "Yaohua Palace." On the other side was a translucent jade pendant, faintly radiating a purple light—a gift from someone who had recently been watching a play in the side hall.
On the way, he would occasionally encounter guards or servants from the Demon Palace. Even if he was in a hurry, they would stop and greet him.
They all respectfully said, "Greetings, Lord Wufeng."
The man simply nodded slightly and strode forward without stopping.
He had just returned from the far north, and the blood of the Icefield Dragon still lingered on his body. Although it was dark and he couldn't see clearly through his black clothes, the Demon Lord would definitely smell it and be very displeased.
Dragon blood can only be washed off with special medicine, so he rushed back to the side hall, hoping to clean it up as soon as possible.
Back in the hall, two little demon servants immediately stepped forward to help him remove his outer garments. While instructing that hot water be prepared for a bath, Wufeng asked, "Where is His Majesty?"
"His Majesty just met with the Left Protector and is currently soaking in the hot spring behind the main hall."
After removing his outer garment, he blocked the two men's outstretched hands, took off his own clothes, revealing his strong and muscular back covered in scars. Near his shoulders, there was a bandage wrapped around his back, with faint traces of blood.
The demon servant brought him clothes and, seeing the wound on his back, couldn't help but feel sorry for him, saying, "The training missions His Majesty has assigned to you over the years have all been extremely dangerous. You have always returned with a narrow escape from death, yet His Majesty has never said a kind word and is always dissatisfied."
"My lord, you just killed the city lord of Wuchang City a few days ago and quelled the rebellion. You returned with your life hanging by a thread, and your injuries haven't even fully healed yet. His Majesty sent you to the North just because he wanted to eat the flesh of the Icefield Flood Dragon. Now you have old wounds aggravated by new ones. Even if His Majesty doesn't care about you, you should at least care about yourself. Next time there's a life-threatening mission like this, just decline it."
Upon hearing this, Wu Feng immediately frowned in displeasure and rebuked, "Don't say that again. If His Majesty is not satisfied with me, it's because I haven't done enough and have disappointed him. If any of you dare to betray His Majesty and speak ill of him, then you may as well ask for death!"
The demon servant realized he had said the wrong thing and immediately knelt down tremblingly, begging for forgiveness and promising that he would never do it again.
Wu Feng dismissed them and had them wash themselves thoroughly, making sure there was no dragon blood left, before changing into another set of clothes.
He scented each of his clothes with sandalwood, giving them a light and refreshing aroma, ensuring that he wouldn't offend anyone when meeting the Demon Lord.
After tidying myself up, I looked in the mirror to make sure I was looking good before heading out.
Upon arriving at the entrance of Feng Fuli's bedchamber, they found several demon servants with panicked expressions on their faces. They learned from them that the Demon Lord had killed someone just an hour ago for some unknown reason. The body had just been taken away, and the water used for washing the floor was still wet.
Although Feng Fuli was capricious, she had never lost her temper like this before. None of the other demon servants dared to approach her, fearing that they too would lose their heads in her wrath.
Seeing Wufeng arrive, they were overjoyed, pointing towards the rear of the palace and whispering to him, "Lord Wufeng, only you can handle this situation. His Majesty is in the hot spring, hurry over there."
Wu Feng nodded his thanks and quickly walked over.
Behind, the hot spring water shimmered with a spiritual glow, nourishing the surrounding exotic flowers and herbs, creating a lush and verdant landscape. While soaking in the bath, one could also admire the beautiful scenery of flowers and trees, making it an extremely pleasant experience.
In the spring, where the mist rises, a porcelain-white figure leans vaguely against the stone bank. A purple demonic mark between his brows, steamed by the spiritual spring water, shimmers with a faint yet vibrant light, making his handsome, otherworldly face, both demonic and celestial, appear even more lifelike.
With just a glance from afar, Wu Feng's eyes suddenly darkened, turning into a deep pool.
He walked over quietly and saw a tall man leaning against the edge of the pool, his eyes gently closed. He was wearing only a gauze outer garment, the hem of which floated on the water and intertwined with his hanging black hair. His chest was wide open, revealing a fair and muscular chest. Near his left breast, there was a small and beautiful red mole, so striking that one couldn't help but want to lick it to see if it was real.
Wufeng was standing directly behind him, and his elevated position allowed him to take in the entire scene. His prominent Adam's apple bobbed slightly, as if he too was affected by the intense heat of the hot spring, his body becoming flushed.
Before he could speak, with a "splash," the person in the water turned around and looked up at him.
"Why didn't you make a sound when you arrived?" The cold voice brought Wufeng back to his senses.
Wu Feng knelt down respectfully: "Your Majesty, your disciple has not failed in his mission. The dragon meat has been delivered to the kitchen, and Your Majesty can enjoy it tomorrow."
The man replied nonchalantly, "This dragon meat needs to be roasted with heavenly fire for at least three days and three nights to achieve the best texture. There's no rush."
"But you, why didn't you stay outside for a longer period of time before coming back after your training?"
His tone was neither warm nor cold, making it impossible to guess his emotions.
Wu Feng lowered his head and said honestly, "I used the Shrinking Earth Technique to rush back because I wanted to see Your Excellency."
Fu Li gave a faint "heh".
He looked up at him with displeasure and commanded, "You, take off your clothes and come down to talk to me."
This command caused Wufeng's breathing to quicken instantly.
Soon, just like countless times before, he quickly took off his clothes, leaving only his underpants, and slowly walked into the water.
After taking off his shirt, Fu Li noticed the gauze on his shoulder, which smelled faintly of ointment and had a little blood on it. She asked, "Are you injured?"
Wu Feng stared straight at him with an unchanging expression, and said calmly, "I was accidentally grabbed while fighting that dragon."
Fu Li immediately revealed a gloating expression and sneered, "You're really useless."
Unexpectedly, the other party accepted it calmly: "Your Excellency is right to reprimand me; it is I who am useless."
The next sentence casually changed the subject: "I heard from people in the palace that His Majesty is tired of opera. Is there anything else that interests him?"
A few months ago, Fu Li developed a liking for the dramas of the mortal realm. To make him happy, Wu Feng had several plays staged and even set up a stage in the backyard just like the ones in the mortal realm.
But for someone like Fu Li, who is fickle and easily bored, the interest quickly faded.
Fu Li has been taking in Wu Feng for four years. During these four years, apart from cultivation and carrying out missions, Wu Feng's only hobby is reading people's expressions. Sometimes Fu Li can accurately know his preferences without him saying anything, and he will occasionally come up with some surprises for him.
The saying goes, "You can't hit a smiling face." Fu Li was somewhat moved by him. However, as the system recently became increasingly insistent, requiring him to arrange for the male and female leads to meet according to the plot, and after their meeting, the revenge-driven male protagonist storyline would officially begin, and Fu Li's fate would be to lose everything and suffer a fate worse than death. Thus, his hostility and fear towards the male lead regained dominance.
Even looking at the obedient and docile boy before her, Fu Li felt as if a fire was burning in her heart. She found fault with everything he did.
"Smack!"
With a crisp sound, Wufeng's face was knocked to the side.
In an instant, his pupils dilated slightly, and his jaw clenched.
However, he simply lowered his head, offering no questions or resistance, standing in the water like a tall sculpture, even maintaining the posture of his head being knocked to the side.
Fu Li squeezed the hand that had hit him and said coldly, "What? Feeling wronged?"
Wu Feng lowered his head and calmly said, "I am not wronged. This disciple deserves to be beaten, and Your Majesty is right to beat me."
Fu Li smiled gently: "Then tell me why you deserve to be hit?"
Without hesitation, Wu Feng replied, "If this disciple has angered Your Majesty, then it is this disciple's fault."
Being slapped for no reason and still able to say such things without changing his expression, whether he was biding his time or for some other reason, Fu Li's mood improved slightly.
He leaned lazily against the edge of the pool, his lotus-colored arms stretching out of the water, looking like a magnificent and beautiful big cat, rising and falling without any reason.
He spoke calmly, "Today I killed the Left Protector. Do you know why?"
Wu Feng raised his eyes and gazed at him, his deep, unfathomable eyes seemingly devoid of any emotion.
"This disciple does not know."
"Among the seventy-two demonic sects I planted in the cultivation world, someone is plotting a rebellion. Such a serious matter, yet the Left Protector concealed it. Now that they're about to succeed, the secret can't be kept anymore. Tell me, should he be killed?" Fu Li casually tossed out the question, as if discussing some trivial anecdote.
Wu Feng's words were firm and resolute: "Delaying military intelligence deserves death."
Fu Li paused, remembering the system's electric shock warning, and had no choice but to continue, "The person is dead, but the Demonic Sect's rebellion hasn't stopped. What do you think we should do about this?"
On the surface, it's asking him what to do, but in reality, it's telling him to do it.
Wu Feng understood his meaning and immediately clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "This disciple is willing to clean up the house for Your Majesty and share your burdens! I hope Your Majesty will approve."
Fu Li looked at him with impatience.
Of course he would agree; he absolutely had to agree. Only then could the male protagonist meet the female protagonist on his journey to eliminate the rebellious demonic sect, thus initiating the plot and ultimately leading to the defeat of the greatest demon.
Over the years, no matter what training missions were assigned to him, he deliberately avoided going outside the Demon Realm. All his efforts were in vain.
A note from the author:
Fu Li (crawling in the shadows): I need to kill the male lead so I won't be killed by him.
Male lead (with a perverted expression): Stick to each other.
P.S.: By the way, the next chapter might not pass censorship, just letting everyone know in advance. If it really doesn't pass, I'll put it in the group.
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