Chapter 30: Spell-Making Prodigy Girl VS. The Demon Lord Who Shares Her Bed 3
"Master, how is your injury?"
On the day everyone was trapped, Lingzhen was hit by a poisoned arrow while trying to save Ruan Lingyue. He then forcibly used magic to break the illusion, which made the poison worse.
He has been recuperating at Wangxian Mountain for several days and has only recently started to feel a little better.
"I'm fine." Unlike when she was talking to everyone earlier, Lingzhen's expression softened considerably.
"Master, it's all my fault. I've dragged you into this mess." Ruan Lingyue felt extremely guilty.
"This is none of your business. I will investigate the matter of the spellbook, so don't worry. It's getting late, so you should go home as soon as possible."
Ruan Lingyue wanted to ask something more, but seeing her master who had already closed his eyes to rest, she ultimately said nothing.
"This disciple takes his leave."
It was already late at night.
Ruan Lingyue walked slowly back to her residence. Now that the immortal sect was severely injured, Wangxian Mountain was not as lively as before, and there was a sense of desolation.
Who exactly took the book of sorcery?
That day, she was about to succeed when a man in black suddenly appeared, and the two fought for a long time.
Ultimately, she was no match for the men in black and could only watch helplessly as her belongings were stolen. Afterward, she fainted and knew nothing of what happened next.
As she was pondering, she unexpectedly bumped into Su Xi.
"Junior Sister." Su Xi seemed to have come here specifically to wait for her. He was dressed in a moon-white sect robe, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Senior Brother Suxi, is there something you need from me?"
Ruan Lingyue also felt somewhat apologetic towards him.
In recent years, Yunyin has sought out many famous doctors and immortal masters to treat his eyes, using countless medicinal herbs and elixirs, but unfortunately the results have not been satisfactory.
His eyesight had recovered to about 50%, but he could only see things blurry. Fortunately, cultivators have all five senses, so he was not in a state where he could not move an inch. Now, his cultivation level had also been restored.
"I've prepared some medicine for you." Su Xi handed her several delicate little bottles.
Ruan Lingyue looked down at his outstretched hand, where there were still a few faint scars on her wrist, the ones she had injured back then.
Without refusing, she reached out and took them; it was clear that these bottles contained top-quality pills.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Suxi."
"Hmm." Su Xi's brows relaxed.
Three days later.
The Demon Realm.
"Bring Jiang Zhiyi to me!"
Qi Suihuan spoke each word with overwhelming rage, as if she wanted to tear someone to pieces.
The once magnificent palace is now in ruins, with debris and fragments scattered everywhere, and it has been severely corroded by demonic energy.
Qi Suihuan's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his hands were bulging as he tried his best to endure the immense pain.
His demonic energy was rampaging through his meridians. He had managed to hold on for a few days, but now he was almost out of control.
Within five days, even if he doesn't die from exhaustion of his vital energy due to the disordered meridians, he will become a complete cripple due to his inability to control the demonic energy.
With another loud crash, one side of the hall's wall shattered into pieces, dust billowed up, and the demonic energy that permeated the hall seeped out from the cracks.
"Demon Lord, it's been a long time." Jiang Zhiyi had anticipated this scene and smiled triumphantly.
With murderous intent fully revealed, Qi Suihuan conjured a sharp sword, aiming it directly at her brow.
Without dodging, Jiang Zhiyi watched as it hovered an inch from her brow, its sword aura sharp and fierce.
"Demon Lord, if you're so eager to become a pair of doomed lovers with me, then make your move now."
"What did you do to me?"
Jiang Zhiyi raised her hand to deflect the demonic sword and walked towards him step by step.
"Lord Demon Lord, can you feel the restless demonic energy within you gradually calming down?"
As she drew closer, Qi Suihuan clearly noticed this change.
"Don't worry, I can't beat you. Let me come closer, and I'll tell you why."
After Jiang Zhiyi finished explaining everything about the Love Curse, Qi Suihuan stood there stunned for a long time, unable to recover.
The Demon Palace was completely silent; everyone lowered their heads, not daring to speak, and all were trembling with fear.
Jiang Zhiyi was very satisfied with their reaction.
"My Lord Demon Lord, I meant no harm. I simply like you."
"There's nothing I haven't gotten since I was a child."
"I am the most outstanding sorcery genius in the history of the Jiang family. With me by your side, Lord Demon Lord won't be at a loss, will he?"
At that moment, her smile was captivating and radiant, yet the words she uttered were those of a little devil.
No wonder, as a spoiled and arrogant young lady from a sect, and the heir carefully cultivated by a family of sorcerers, she naturally has the confidence to say such things.
Qi Suihuan's eyes were icy cold, unable to suppress the ferocity in them: "If I can't kill you, do you think I can't touch your Jiang clan?"
"My Lord Demon Lord, I have made myself very clear. I just want to stay by your side."
"The bond between us is now unbreakable, so why not accept it? With my help, those petty villains from the immortal sects will eventually submit to you, and the cultivation world will become the domain of demonic cultivators."
Qi Suihuan sized up the woman in front of her.
He had underestimated her before; she was very bold. Although willful and reckless, she was also very frank, openly wicked, and made no attempt to hide her intentions.
Compared to those hypocritical and sanctimonious people, she was not so repulsive.
Jiang Zhiyi saw Qi Suihuan wavering. She made up her mind, fell straight into his arms, and hugged his waist.
"You..." Qi Sui fantasized about pushing him away, but her movements stopped. In the moment the two embraced tightly, the restless impatience in her body disappeared, and she returned to her usual calm.
"Are you feeling any better?" Jiang Zhiyi asked softly, with a hint of wanting credit.
Qi Suihuan frowned slightly, but did not answer. She simply let her stay quietly in her arms.
The people in the hall looked at the two embracing intimately and exchanged bewildered glances.
"Let them all go out first," Jiang Zhiyi said again.
She and the male lead are trying to develop their relationship, so why keep so many people around? He might not feel awkward, but she does.
Qi Suihuan tacitly agreed, and with a single glance, everyone quietly left.
After holding him for an unknown amount of time, Qi Suihuan felt it was about time and pushed him away without any hesitation.
What a scoundrel.
The male protagonist dies.
That utterly rude and uncouth devil.
Jiang Zhiyi cursed inwardly, then opened her innocent eyes wide and looked at him with silent accusation.
Qi Suihuan glanced at her. She had the ability to cast a curse on him before, but now she couldn't even stand up straight.
"Demon Lord, this won't ease the tension for long. I'll come back to see you tonight." Jiang Zhiyi then walked out.
Qi Suihuan's gaze remained fixed on her.
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