Chapter 8 This male lead is really hard to kill (8) I didn't kill him, and I even did it with him...
One after another, white fox fur flew through the air like drifting catkins, while splattered blood blazed in the air like flames before falling back down.
The fox demon did put up a fight, but she found herself no match for the man.
Her voice was filled with misery and disbelief: "You...you're at the Tribulation Transcending Stage!"
Fu Li remained noncommittal, expressionless, and with a swift movement, severed her seventh fox tail.
The fox demon, now with only two tails, looked like a plucked peacock, bald and pitiful, powerless to resist, its white clothes stained red with blood.
She lay in the water, her eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.
"Damn it...damn it...how could a mere demonic cultivator possibly reach the Tribulation Transcending stage...cough cough cough..." she muttered to herself unwillingly, a dark trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, finding it hard to believe that she would actually fail one day.
He provoked the wrong person, and all his thousand years of arduous cultivation went to waste. He could not even save his life, let alone see the person he missed.
Feng Fuli stood in front of her, looking down at her with a cold, murderous gaze.
"I...I have many magical treasures, I can give them all to you, as long as you let me go..." the fox demon finally pleaded.
Fu Li shook his head and said calmly, "The most useful treasure here is your demon core, which belongs to a nine-tailed fox at the Void Refinement stage. What else do I need?"
He reached out and, without a word, plunged his hand into her dantian. The sound of flesh tearing, like taut leather, was particularly clear in the night.
"You...you'll regret this!" The fox demon's watery eyes were filled with anger and hatred.
Fu Li ignored her. Demonic cultivators ranked themselves based on strength, and those who were weaker than him yet still acted arrogantly in front of him deserved their fate.
Without a shred of pity, he pulled out the fox demon's core. Before he could even examine it closely, he saw something in the center of the shimmering core. Before Fu Li could react, that thing burrowed into his sea of consciousness.
Fu Li realized he had been tricked and immediately mobilized his demonic energy to seal the object, but it was too late. No matter what method he used, he couldn't remove it from his sea of consciousness. Soon, he felt his body begin to heat up, and the demonic and spiritual energy in his meridians showed a faint tendency to reverse. This was a sign of qi deviation!
What on earth is this thing?!
Fu Li was shocked. He sat down cross-legged and focused all his attention on circulating his qi and adjusting his meridians.
A hoarse, trembling voice said, "Ha, do you know what this is? This is called the Bewitching Flower, something left behind in the human world by the ancient gods. It's rooted in your sea of consciousness. Even if you've reached the Tribulation Transcending stage, no matter what you do, you can't get rid of it." The fox demon was on its last breath, yet it still forced itself to continue speaking.
With a gloating tone, he said, "It will flare up once a month. At that time, you can only submit to a man, otherwise your dantian will reverse, your meridians will go backward, and you will lose all your cultivation."
"Moreover, it will occur more and more frequently. One day, you will be subjected to men's penises and 'watering' every day, turning into the most despicable prostitute. Of course, you can choose not to do so, but the price is giving up all your cultivation. Ha!"
She deliberately revealed the origins of the Bewitching Flower and even disclosed the most crucial method to alleviate its effects. Regardless of Fu Li's choice, her fate would be extremely tragic, which would at least give her a sense of satisfaction.
"This was originally the last thing the Immortal Venerable left me. Since you killed me and took my demon core, you must pay the price!"
As she spoke, her crimson eyes flashed with a glint of hatred and glee. After a final burst of light, her head slumped and she died completely.
Now, Fu Li's original plan to keep her alive and interrogate her has fallen through.
With a look of disgust, he withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and focused intently on attacking the Mystic Flower in his sea of consciousness.
However, it was discovered that this uninvited guest seemed to be rootless and without any roots, yet it also seemed to have extremely tough and complex roots that were difficult to remove. In any case, no matter what Fu Li did, he could not take it out of his sea of consciousness.
There was no such thing as the Bewitching Flower in the original owner's memory.
Fu Li was immediately flustered.
Could it really be something left behind by the ancient gods, as the fox demon said?
Although Feng Fuli was a supreme being in a realm with the highest cultivation, he was still no match for the immortals and could only helplessly deal with the things of the gods.
However, the trend of the dantian reversing became more and more obvious, and the restless energy in the body gradually spread downwards, rushing to some indescribable part.
Fu Li finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "System! Come out and help me!"
But then the system seemed to snort coldly, and then said in its calm voice:
[I'm sorry, host, I cannot interfere in the affairs of the small world.]
Large beads of sweat appeared on Fu Li's forehead, and the demonic pattern between his brows glowed faintly, making him look even more eerie.
He gritted his teeth and roared at it in his mind: "Then block out the pain for me! What the hell is this flower that's killing me with pain!"
System: [The host is currently undergoing labor camp punishment and is unable to experience pain shielding. Furthermore, this is because the host refused to cooperate with the storyline.]
The implication is that he has only himself to blame. He has to reap what he sows.
Then the system stopped making noise, clearly indicating that it had left.
Fu Li was so angry that her teeth itched, and she cursed the system in her heart for being both useless and worthless.
Just then, a clear, melodious voice came from behind: "Your Excellency? Are you alright? What happened?"
Fu Li opened his eyes and glanced back, only to see a handsome young man dressed in black casting a spell to rush over. His dark eyes were filled with doubt and deep concern, gazing at him like stars.
Fu Li had already realized that if this continued, he would inevitably face the fate of having his meridians reversed and his cultivation reduced to zero.
But he still wanted to remain the Demon Lord, worshipped by thousands and revered by the world. Without cultivation, how could he enjoy this life? This was an ending he would rather die than accept.
He felt the increasing heat accumulating within his body, as if a raging fire was burning inside him, threatening to explode him from the inside out at any moment.
In the blink of an eye, Fu Li had made her choice.
It's just having sex with men, right? As long as he still has the cultivation level of the Tribulation Transcending Stage, he'll find a way to get rid of the Bewitching Flower sooner or later!
It's best if what that fox demon said is true.
Fu Li sneered inwardly and reached out to pull Wu Feng off.
He even had a malicious thought: since the system is unwilling to save him, then he'll just borrow its male protagonist.
Even if he has to accept a man's yang energy, Feng Fuli must be on top!
"Don't move!" the man commanded coldly, seeing the boy's puzzled look.
Immediately, he raised his hand and created a barrier around the two of them. He then tore open the boy's clothes and covered his eyes with a piece of black cloth.
"No matter what I do from now on, you are not allowed to move, or I will kill you immediately. Understand?"
Fu Li did not wait for a response from the other party. She tore all the cloth on his body to shreds and made him lie face up.
Throughout the entire process, the young man remained obedient and did not move an inch.
His breathing immediately became rapid when a warm, smooth hand touched his lower abdomen.
Your Majesty... could it be...
The imagery in his mind made him blush from his face to his neck, and the skin that was being touched gradually heated up to scalding hot.
If his eyes were not obstructed at this moment, he would see above him a young man with a face as red as a peach blossom, his eyes full of spring, yet his clear and cold gaze was as sharp and cold as an icicle, looking down at the person lying on the ground as if looking at a lifeless thing.
A moment later, the burning sensation in his meridians became unbearable. He cursed under his breath and slowly bent down.
----
Several days later, the barrier opened.
Fu Li was dressed in a blue satin brocade robe, her clothes neat and tidy, revealing no trace of anything unusual. Only the corners of her eyes were not as cold and languid as usual, still retaining a strange allure, as if revealing a hint of satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Wufeng, standing beside him, looked rather disheveled, his hair messy and his body completely naked, as he rummaged through his storage bag for any clothes he could wear.
Most importantly, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes looked both tired and suppressed, in short, he looked completely drained.
After he finished dressing, suddenly, the full moon hanging overhead began to vibrate, as if affected by something, and a deep, drum-like sound reverberated throughout the entire secret realm.
Fu Li was secretly pleased, as this indicated that the secret realm was about to close.
In other words, it's impossible for Wufeng to find the spiritual spring to cleanse his demonic bones.
Although there was an unexpected incident on this trip, the fact that they spent too much time in the center of the secret realm meant that the male protagonist had no chance to find the spiritual spring.
Thinking about it this way, he only needed to pay the price of being raped by a man to avoid his eventual death.
At least the objective was achieved.
Fu Li: It's not a loss.
He then turned to look at Wufeng, his expression hardening into a cold and stern one, and said, "What happened here, you are not to tell anyone after we leave. If I hear a word of it, you'll be the first one I skin alive, understand?"
Wu Feng's eyes darkened slightly, but his face remained expressionless. He clasped his hands and said, "Yes. This disciple understands Your Majesty's meaning."
But she couldn't help but steal a glance, only to see that Fu Li's eyes were filled with affection, as if there was boundless spring in them.
The thought of what had happened these past few days made his heart pound, and a certain part of him that should have been completely drained suddenly felt aroused again.
At the same time, at the eastern end of the secret realm.
A group of young people dressed in Guiyan Sect robes walked on a hillside. They were somewhat disheveled, but not injured.
One of them, Qi Yue, said, "I never expected that there would be a natural spiritual spring hidden in this secret realm, which even contains superior immortal power. Fortunately, I can put it into my Qiankun bag."
Jiao Yuetong nodded and said, "When we return to the sect, Father and the elders will be very happy."
The other disciples' faces were also filled with excitement. They'd gained something unexpected from just one trip; they'd practically accomplished a great feat upon returning!
The sound of the secret realm closing came, and after a white light enveloped everyone, they opened their eyes again and found that they had been expelled from the secret realm and were standing in the wilderness outside the entrance.
After reuniting with her fellow disciples who were waiting outside, Jiao Yuetong looked around again, but she still couldn't catch a glimpse of that dashing figure in black, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
He thought to himself: Perhaps his master didn't recognize its value and didn't take him into the secret realm.
A note from the author:
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
