Chapter 405, Extra Chapter: Feng Yue x Qing Yu (Part 1) - Punishing the Runaway Little Yu
The Demon Abyss has turned upside down.
It is said that the Demon Lord's male concubine ran away.
Therefore, the First Demon, enraged, issued a warrant for his arrest, promising a great reward to anyone who captures this person.
The First Demon's generous reward was an unimaginable fortune, and the entire Western Demon Abyss was in an uproar.
The demonic cultivators found his portrait and began a massive search, looking even the most remote corners, but they still couldn't find him.
"That's strange, where did that kid go?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, this little one is quite pretty. Lord Chumo is truly blessed with good looks!"
Inside the canyon, a demonic cultivator with an extremely lewd appearance looked at the portrait in his hand and couldn't help but swallow hard and sigh.
"That's right, otherwise how could she have bewitched Lord Chumo?"
Another demonic cultivator beside him chuckled, "It's a pity we can't touch it, otherwise we'd really like to taste it and see how it's different from the others, hahaha!"
The two men were spouting vulgarities without restraint, completely unaware that a figure had suddenly flashed past above them, cleverly avoiding their sight.
Just as they were about to fly out of the canyon, someone in the distance suddenly shouted to them, "Hey, hey, he's over there! Right above your heads!"
Upon hearing this, the two stopped in their tracks, looked up, and saw the figure fleeing in panic. "Quickly, chase after him! Don't let him get away!"
After saying that, the group rode their flying swords and gave chase, conducting a thorough search. Sure enough, after a short while, they found Qingyu hiding in a rocky forest.
"Kid, where do you think you're going!"
At this moment, Qingyu was covered in dirt and had many wounds on her body. Her tattered clothes were stained with blood, as if she had been scraping and bruised while climbing. She looked extremely disheveled.
"Get out of the way!" Qing Yu roared angrily, forced step by step to the edge of the cliff. He watched the rocks roll down, but for a long time he did not hear any sound from below, and he began to feel troubled.
During the time he was under house arrest, Feng Yue did not restore his spiritual power at all in order to prevent him from escaping. As a result, even after three days of running, he still hadn't escaped the Western Regions.
"Kid, if you come back with us honestly, you'll suffer a bit!"
Qing Yu had naturally heard what the two men had just said, and seeing them approaching with lewd expressions, she felt even more disgusted. "You wicked demons, get out of here!"
"Hey, little beauty, don't be stubborn and ask for trouble!"
Having said that, the demonic cultivator, his face contorted with rage, leaped forward to capture him, but before he could even get close, he was blocked by a powerful force.
Suddenly, the lotus flower that flew out from Qing Yu's body emitted divine light, protecting him and causing the people who wanted to step forward to pause.
This sudden act of protection startled Qingyu, and her eyes gradually reddened. "Mother..."
Several demonic cultivators, enraged, began to frantically use their magical treasures to launch ranged attacks, attempting to break the protective lotus. Immediately, a series of loud booming sounds echoed through the valley, attracting the attention of the people searching nearby.
As more and more demonic cultivators gathered around her, almost completely surrounding her, Qing Yu's expression grew increasingly grim, and a sense of despair welled up within her.
"Kid, I advise you not to struggle anymore. Just obediently come back with me!"
"roll!"
"Hey, damn it, this guy won't listen to reason! Everyone, break his magic weapon!"
Hearing the man give orders, the other group exchanged glances. The leader of the demonic cultivators gleamed with a sharp light in his eyes and chuckled, "So how should we divide the reward?"
The three men opposite looked at the crowd and knew they were no match for them. They figured they might as well do them a favor and laughed, "That's easy. You can take the man to collect your reward, but I need to have some fun first!"
Upon hearing this, the person opposite smiled, and the two sides hit it off immediately, unleashing their magical weapons to launch a full-scale attack.
Under the combined attack of everyone, cracks began to appear on the protective lotus, causing Qingyu to feel a pang of heartache. "Bastard!"
Just as he was cursing, a terrifying black light struck from afar, instantly slicing down the surrounding demonic cultivators without giving them any chance to catch their breath.
Feeling the overwhelming pressure, the demonic cultivator who had been spouting arrogant words turned deathly pale and stammered, "Lord Chu... Lord Chu Demon..."
"You dare to covet my people?"
A chilling voice rang out, sending a shiver down his spine. He instinctively knelt and kowtowed, trembling as he cried, "No, no, no! I was just spouting nonsense, Lord First Demon, please spare my life!!"
His pleas for mercy did not appease Feng Yue's rage; a flash of cold light ended his incessant chatter.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding demonic cultivators turned pale and, without saying a word, turned around and tried to escape by flying away on their swords.
Who knew that they were instantly killed by a sharp blade of light after only a moment's time away, their decapitated bodies falling to the ground with a thud, making Qing Yu's face turn pale.
Seeing Feng Yue slowly approaching, she felt a chill run down her spine. "You...you stay away!"
"He's just a male concubine, how dare he yell at me!"
Enraged, Feng Yue unleashed a powerful blade of light, instantly shattering the protective lotus that was guarding him. He then snatched it from afar, shouting, "Ungrateful wretch!"
"Give it back to me!" Qing Yu's eyes turned bloodshot as she rushed towards him like a madman, but he was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and was captured in no time, completely unable to move.
"You bastard, give it back to me!"
"Return?" Feng Yue's face darkened as he coldly snorted, "Don't forget, you are my property. Since you broke the agreement and ran away, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Having said that, he captured Qingyu and transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the palace within the Demon Abyss.
...
The Demon Lord, who had been waiting anxiously, saw Feng Yue return with Qing Yu and immediately greeted him with a smile, "Haha, you're back! It's good that you're back—"
Before he could finish speaking, Feng Yue, with a dark face, carried Qing Yu away, leaving the Demon Lord standing awkwardly in place, sighing as he watched their departing figures in the distance.
At this moment, Han Qiao stepped forward and said, "Demon Lord, Lord Chu Mo is in a bad mood. Judging from this, will the young master be alright?"
The Demon Lord glanced at him, "How would I know!"
Since the end of the great war, Feng Yue has kidnapped him and imprisoned him in the Demon Palace against his will.
Since then, their relationship has been strained. One is irritable and stubborn, while the other is unyielding and incorrigible. In short, they are constantly at odds.
Whenever these two get into trouble, they're the ones who suffer, making their lives miserable.
Thinking of this, the Demon Lord sighed, feeling even more miserable. At this rate, when would he ever be able to turn the tables and become the master again?
Clang—!
The sound of something breaking echoed from inside the hall again, causing the Demon Lord to clutch his chest in pain. "Those two bastards, if they want to play around, fine, but why did they have to do it on my suffering..."
At this moment, the argument inside the hall stopped, and the once elegantly decorated bedroom was now a complete mess.
This enraged Feng Yue even more. He summoned a red silk ribbon and instantly bound him up, leaving him half-suspended from a beam in the hall, only able to stand on tiptoe.
"Let me go!"
Seeing this humiliation, Qingyu's face was filled with rage. She struggled desperately to free her bound hands, shouting, "You pervert, let me go! Otherwise, my master and father will not let you get away with this!"
"Oh, really?" Feng Yue sneered disdainfully, slowly moving his hand from the waist up to the waist, causing the man's body to tremble slightly.
Feng Yue: "Go on, what can they do to me?"
"Ah, please don't do this..."
Qingyu blushed crimson from being teased, her eyes instantly welling up with tears, "Feng Yue, don't do this to me..."
If he had acted like this before, Feng Yue would have softened and stopped. Unfortunately, he was in a fit of anger now, and trying to beg for mercy in the same old way would have no effect at all. Instead, it would only make him angrier.
"How have I treated you? Tell me!" Feng Yue said viciously, suddenly increasing the force of his grip. "You don't appreciate being treated well, you just have to make me angry!"
"Ouch, it hurts!"
Qingyu's body trembled violently, and even his tiptoeing went weak. The wrists that were hoisted high were painfully constricted, making him cry even louder, "Waaah, you bastard!!"
Outside the palace.
Hearing the dire situation inside, Han Qiao hesitated for a long time before finally bracing himself and saying, "Reporting to Lord Chu Mo, I have an urgent matter to report!"
"explain!"
Han Qiao shivered and continued, "Shui Yun, the leader of the Huan Yin Sect, has arrived. She's currently making a scene, demanding to see you..."
Feng Yue paused in his fiddling, looked up and saw the joy on Qing Yu's face, and a surge of anger welled up inside him. "Kill her!"
Han Qiao: "..."
"You dare!"
Upon hearing this, Qingyu flew into a rage, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes, "If you dare to touch Master, I'll fight you to the death!"
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
Feng Yue glanced at him, his face full of mockery, his fingers tracing over his firm skin, and chuckled, "What can you possibly fight with looking like this? If you want to use this body, I wouldn't mind giving it a try."
Upon hearing this, Qingyu's face stiffened, and his whole body began to tremble. During this period, he had used various excuses to refuse, thus avoiding being humiliated by him day and night.
But the furious Feng Yue stared at him with icy eyes and exuded a terrifying killing intent, making him feel completely unfamiliar.
It was as if all the pampering he had received in the past had vanished overnight, leaving him feeling terrified.
"Anyway, you...you're not allowed to hurt them..."
"Hmph, fine. But..." Feng Yue's tone shifted, and he grabbed his chin, his eyes turning sinister as he said, "It depends on your performance."
Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Oh."
...
"Are you trying to provoke a war with your actions?"
In the reception room, Shui Yun had a cold face, intending to make a final effort; if all else failed, she would have no choice but to take it by force.
The Demon Lord, seated at the head of the table, took a sip of tea, glanced at her, and smiled, "Sect Leader Shui, please calm down. Is there any possibility that your disciple is staying willingly?"
"Bullshit!" Shui Yun was furious upon hearing this, slamming her hand on the table and standing up abruptly. "My disciple would never associate with demonic and wicked people!"
Hearing her disparaging remarks, the Demon Lord's face also showed displeasure, and he sneered: "It seems that Sect Leader Shui has a bad memory. The 'demonic demon' you despise as an accomplice saved your life in Wangxian City!"
Upon hearing this, Shuiyun's face turned ugly, and the atmosphere in the hall instantly became tense, with those around her falling silent.
At this moment, Han Qiao walked in from outside, clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Sect Leader Shui, Lord Chu Mo invites you."
The Demon Lord's face froze for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly: "Lord Chumo, do you really want to see her?"
For some reason, he had a bad feeling. Was this guy going to do something weird?
Han Qiao nodded. "Yes. But she is allowed to go alone."
Shuiyun: "Hmph, lead the way!"
...
Shuiyun remained vigilant throughout, but upon entering a luxurious palace, she discovered it was completely empty. A look of anger immediately crossed her face. "Where is everyone?"
Before Han Qiao could explain, a deep, hoarse voice came from behind a carved screen in the hall, "Sect Leader Shui, may I ask what brings you here?"
Hearing the sound.
Shuiyun looked toward the screen and could vaguely see the figure behind it through the gap. However, the area was not only covered by curtains but also had a barrier set up to isolate divine sense, so she could not see clearly for the time being.
"Enough with the nonsense, where is my disciple?!"
"Your disciple?"
Feng Yue leaned lazily against the small couch, glancing mockingly at the person straddling him. He suddenly pulled on the red silk ribbon, forcing the man to fall into his strong arms, and transmitted his voice in an icy tone: "Tell me, should we tell her? Or should we let her see what you look like?"
Upon hearing this, Qingyu's face turned pale, her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head vigorously, but she was unable to break free from his control. She could only bite her lip, not daring to make a sound.
Tears of grievance and humiliation streamed down his face, each drop landing on Feng Yue's firm abdomen.
Seeing his appearance, Feng Yue pinched his waist sharply and transmitted his voice through gritted teeth, "Do you still dare to run away?"
Qingyu cried so hard she could barely breathe, shaking her head repeatedly to show that she wouldn't do it again.
"Hey, I'm asking you a question!" Shuiyun, who was getting impatient, got up angrily and walked towards the screen, which made Qingyu tremble all over.
This made Feng Yue raise his chin slightly, slowly exhale, glance at the screen with displeasure, and say coldly, "What is it? Does Sect Leader Shui have such a fetish, wanting to watch me make love with my concubine?"
"What?"
Shuiyun abruptly stopped in her tracks, and the faint sound of sobbing that followed made her face flush with anger. She roared, "You rude scoundrel, you have no shame!"
These words, sharp as knives, filled Qingyu with unbearable shame. He felt a stinging sensation in his nose and a pain spreading throughout his body, and he wept silently in sorrow.
Seeing him like this, Feng Yue felt as if his heart had been crushed, so painful that he could hardly breathe, and he immediately lost all interest.
Behind the screen, Shuiyun was still grumbling incessantly, which only made Feng Yue more irritated. "Enough!"
The harsh voice, accompanied by a terrifying killing intent, swept over, causing Shui Yun outside to freeze, unconsciously feeling fear.
"Sect Leader Shui, this is my territory. Before you spout such nonsense, shouldn't you consider whether you and those disciples of the Illusionary Sound Sect can return unscathed?"
Shui Yun's face turned ugly. "You're threatening me!"
"So what if I am!" Feng Yue continued, "Qing Yu is my person, and she will not go with you today. Get out!"
"you--!"
Shuiyun was so angry that her chest heaved. She pointed behind the screen and choked for a long time, unable to utter a single word.
Han Qiao, who was inside the hall, remembered the Demon Lord's instructions to protect her life at all costs, so he seized the opportunity and hurriedly stepped forward, "Sect Leader Shui, please go ahead."
Upon hearing this, Shuiyun pondered for a moment, but could only turn away unhappily.
The hall fell silent for a moment. Feng Yue removed the surrounding barrier, looked at the person crying silently in his arms, and gritted his teeth, angrily saying, "You really want to leave me that badly?"
Seeing Qingyu still silent with tears in her eyes, he became increasingly agitated. His head, which had been aching frequently lately, started throbbing violently. "Damn it!"
Qingyu seemed to notice his unusual behavior, but she only looked at him timidly.
Feng Yue gritted his teeth and groaned, then covered his head and stood up. After throwing a black robe at him, he transformed into a streak of light and flew out of the hall.
Qingyu stared at the disappearing figure, momentarily stunned. When she looked down at the black robe on her body, a look of surprise appeared in her eyes.
For some time now, he and the Demon Lord have been trying to awaken Feng Yue, but they have not succeeded. Unexpectedly, there seems to be a slight sign of progress now.
But he was now exhausted, both physically and mentally, and didn't want to continue.
"Kid, are you alright?"
Unbeknownst to them, the Demon Lord quietly appeared in the hall, his eyes filled with heartache as he looked at his tormented state.
Qingyu shook his head without speaking, simply sitting on the couch with his eyes lowered. The Demon Lord was unsure of what he was thinking, so he sighed, "Ah, fine. Since it's so torturous, let's end it sooner rather than later."
"Um?"
The Demon Lord said, "Hurry up and get dressed. Before he returns, I will personally escort you out of the Demon Abyss. Don't ever come back after that."
Upon hearing this, Qingyu's face froze. After a moment of contemplation, she hesitated and said, "If he finds out, then wouldn't you be..."
The Demon Lord waved his hand, "Hey, don't worry, I'll be fine."
It's just that in his rage, he might not be able to save this physical body.
"Alright, stop dawdling. Your master is waiting for you."
"Um……"
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