Chapter 382 Death or Male Concubine: A Choice
In the silent valley path, the decaying branches and withered leaves on the ground crunched under Qing Yu's feet.
Because of her sprained ankle, Qingyu was in pain and gasped for breath as she walked, eventually having to stop and rest.
He sat down leaning against a rock wall, looking at the pitch-black road ahead, and knew that this was not a place to stay for long.
Just as he was about to get up and leave, small, scattered stones suddenly fell on his shoulder from above, and the number of them gradually increased.
There's something up there!
His face was full of panic. He no longer cared about the pain in his feet and ran forward while holding onto the rock wall.
He hadn't run far when the monsters that had been surrounding him rushed out and surrounded him.
Previously, due to Feng Yue's intimidation, they had not dared to show themselves again. Now that they saw that Qing Yu was alone, they began to stir again.
As the number of monsters increased, Qingyu ran in a panic, quickly disappearing into a narrow stone passage, only to find that it was a dead end.
He stared at the thick rock wall before him, then punched it a few times in frustration. "Damn it!"
"Heh heh... heh heh..." The monster behind him was panting heavily, which made Qing Yu suddenly shudder. He turned around and pressed himself against the cold rock wall, watching the monsters gradually approaching. He shouted angrily and suppressedly.
Seeing that it wasn't working, he picked up a dry branch from the ground and waved it forward, shouting, "Come on!"
This provocation seemed to enrage them, and they roared as they pounced on him, attempting to bite his neck and kill him instantly.
Faced with the fear of death, Qingyu still struggled instinctively, but the waves of pain in his shoulder seemed to mock how useless and ridiculous he was.
Having lost his spiritual power, he was now less than a mortal. Where did he get the courage to shout?
Just then.
A fierce force suddenly struck, cleaving the monsters that were attacking him into pieces, which all fell to the ground with a clatter.
Qing Yu calmed himself down and sat up. He saw Feng Yue walking towards him, his cold face revealing no emotion. "Get up and come out with me."
"Hehe." Qingyu clutched her injured shoulder, leaned against the rock wall, and chuckled softly. "I never expected that Lord Chumo would condescend to come back and save me. Could it be that you've switched to Buddhism? Or is there some other reason?"
Feng Yue frowned slightly: "What good does it do you to repeatedly anger me?"
“Of course, we’re betting on him!” Qingyu stared intently at him, trying to glean some clues from his expression, but he failed.
At this moment, Feng Yue was expressionless, only looking at him with cold eyes, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Suddenly, a deafening dragon roar startled the two men who were looking at each other, and the rocks above them crashed down due to the tremor.
Seeing this, Feng Yue picked up Qing Yu from the ground and flew away towards the outside of the valley.
He grabbed her by the back of her collar, and Qingyu became furious. She struggled desperately with her hands and feet, shouting, "Put me down!"
"Don't move!" Feng Yue dodged the falling rocks in the canyon, clicked his tongue in displeasure, and shoved him onto his shoulder. "If you don't want to die, you'd better behave yourself!"
Feng Yue flew away at high speed. Suddenly, as he passed through a certain area, he smelled a strange fragrance, which was like a lotus flower or a pine tree.
It was as if the two were blended together, fragrant yet with a hint of coolness, which stirred an inexplicable flutter in his heart.
Feng Yue paused briefly. Although he had some doubts, the situation did not allow him to think too much. He could only take Qing Yu and escape from the valley.
...
Not long after.
The demonic cultivators who had been waiting outside the valley were overjoyed when they saw Feng Yue rushing towards them.
"Lord of the First Demon is back!"
"You're back!"
"Oh, who's that?" The Demon Lord saw that he was carrying Qingyu on his shoulder and his face was full of gossip. He stepped forward with an embarrassed smile and said, "My lord, let me take over."
Feng Yue merely glanced at him, carrying the man down onto the warship below, completely ignoring him.
Hearing the Demon Lord's familiar voice, Qing Yu, who had been jostled all the way, looked up and saw that the demon cultivators were all staring at him. He immediately became furious, his face turning red. "Bastard! Put me down!"
But before he could finish speaking, Feng Yue angrily threw him onto the deck, looking down at him, "As you wish."
This move made the Demon Lord's heart skip a beat.
What a terrible thing!
"You—!" Qing Yu lay on the deck in a fit of rage, looking up at Feng Yue with a face full of grievance, but unable to utter a single word.
Feng Yue straightened his clothes, sat down in the chair, and looked at him with a sneer: "Didn't you tell me to let go?"
The cold words left Qingyu speechless.
Feng Yue glanced at him coldly, accepted the tea respectfully offered by the female cultivator, and continued, "Or do you think I'll still try to coax you like before?"
Qingyu's eyes flickered slightly. "What about him...?"
"That piece of trash?" Feng Yue smiled and put down his teacup. "Naturally, he was completely devoured by me when he awakened."
"You're lying!" Qingyu glared angrily, her lips trembling slightly. "He must still be here... otherwise why would you come back to save me!"
“That’s right, that piece of trash’s consciousness is still interfering with me.” Feng Yue’s eyes were dark as he slowly leaned forward, grabbed the man’s chin, and said in a deep voice, “But I have to tell you, all of this is only temporary. I will get rid of him sooner or later. You don’t need to doubt that.”
"Dream on!" Qingyu winced as he pinched her, but her reddened eyes were unusually resolute. "He won't disappear... The one who should disappear is you!"
"Heh." Feng Yue looked at his frosty face, suddenly grabbed his neck, and said through gritted teeth, "Didn't anyone tell you? The weak should be submissive; that's the way to survive in the long run!"
The tightening grip made Qing Yu's consciousness blur, and a crystal tear slid down the corner of her eye, causing Feng Yue's brows to furrow slightly. He then abruptly threw her onto the deck.
"Cough cough cough cough—!" Qing Yu gasped for breath, his violent coughing making him look rather disheveled.
The Demon Lord, standing to the side, squinted, looking as if he couldn't bear to look at him, and kept giving him meaningful glances, signaling him to quickly submit and save his life.
But Qingyu was burning with anger at the moment, and she wouldn't listen to him.
"I will give you two choices."
Feng Yue snorted and leaned back in his chair. "First, you will become my male concubine, and I will guarantee the safety of your sect and your family."
Hearing this, Qingyu was stunned, her lips trembling slightly: "Male concubine..."
Feng Yue didn't wait for his reply and continued, "Secondly, I will kill you to eliminate future troubles, which will also sever this cause and effect."
Hearing those cold and ruthless words, Qingyu felt a pang of sorrow and said in a deep voice, "You can't bring yourself to hurt me."
"Don't gamble. Killing you won't cause me much trouble."
Feng Yue pulled over the female cultivator serving him, teasing her cheek and sneering, "New people are always better than old ones. The human heart is the most fickle thing in this world. The path of cultivation is long and endless. Even familiar strangers can be forgotten, let alone a dead person."
Upon hearing this, Qingyu looked at him without saying a word, her eyes gradually filling with tears.
Feng Yue glanced at him, pushed away the female cultivator in his arms, stood up, and said, "You choose."
Qingyu pursed her lips, her eyes filled with stubbornness, as if she were already answering him.
This greatly worried the Demon Lord beside him. After thinking it over, he transmitted his voice and said, "Qingyu, you still have to appease this guy. He's a madman who thinks he's the only one who matters right now. Don't provoke him any further!"
Upon hearing this, Qingyu turned to look at him.
The Demon Lord continued telepathically, "Actually, he's just putting on an act. In reality, Xiao Fengyue has a great influence on him, and perhaps he might even replace him in the future..."
Qingyu's eyes flickered slightly: "Really?"
"Um!"
The Demon Lord thought for a moment and continued, "Since this guy awakened, the corpses of anyone who has disobeyed him could pile up into a small mountain."
At this point, the Demon Lord suddenly paused and sighed, "Last time, just because I said one wrong thing, he directly chopped off my physical body... I really hate him to the core!"
Qingyu: "..."
Seeing that he seemed to be convinced, the Demon Lord added a bit more force, "You have to trust my judgment. Whether it's for the survival of the Illusionary Sound Sect or for that brat Feng Yue, you have to be patient and find a way to stay by his side!"
"If we work together, we can definitely bring back the old Feng Yue. Then he'll be completely under your control, won't he?"
The Demon Lord's words ignited hope in Qing Yu's heart, and she looked up at him as if deep in thought.
However, Feng Yue, who was standing to the side, could not hear their secret telepathic communication. Seeing them exchanging flirtatious glances so openly, he was immediately displeased.
"Have you thought it through?!"
Qingyu frowned as she looked at the Demon Lord, then lowered her eyes in thought as if she had made a decision, "I... will stay."
"Oh? In that case, serve me then." Feng Yue grabbed him and dragged him into the cabin, which greatly alarmed the Demon Lord behind him.
"Hey, Lord First Demon!"
"Hmm?" Seeing Feng Yue's displeased glare, the Demon Lord subconsciously shrank back. "Hehe, I just wanted to ask you for your instructions... what should we do now?"
"Catch up with Senior Brother." Feng Yue said coldly, grabbed Qing Yu's hand, entered the cabin, and slammed the door shut.
The Demon Lord sighed, "Alas, Qingyu, you must hold back."
At this moment, Han Qiao, his face full of worry, whispered, "Your Excellency, that young master... will he really be alright?"
"Who knows? Let's go, let's set off."
"Yes, sir!"
...
"Take it off."
Feng Yue's voice rang out from inside the cabin, which made Qing Yu, who was already uneasy, tremble. After thinking for a moment, she still trembled as she slowly unbuttoned her clothes.
As the clothes fell off one by one, his tall and slender figure and long, fair neck were gradually revealed.
Feng Yue, standing behind him, darkened his eyes slightly and his throat bobbed a few times. Seeing that he hadn't made any further moves, he urged, "Hurry up."
Upon hearing this, Qingyu's shoulders trembled slightly, her fingers gripping her belt tightly, but she hesitated to move.
Seeing him dawdling like that, Feng Yue grabbed him and threw him onto the bed, then turned him over and pressed him onto the quilt, and took off his white undergarment.
Such a humiliating posture made Qingyu bite her lower lip tightly, but she dared not resist in the slightest.
He never imagined that one day he would become someone else's male concubine.
Thinking of this, he buried his face in the blankets beneath him, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
He waited for a long time, but the humiliation he expected did not happen. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his shoulder, which surprised him.
He cautiously turned his head and saw that Feng Yue was looking down and applying medicine to him.
He looked completely different from before.
Qingyu didn't speak at this moment, but just stared blankly at him, recalling what the Demon Lord had just said.
Before long, the wounds from the monster's bites healed considerably.
Just as he was stunned, a hand suddenly grabbed his ankle, causing him to hiss and gasp in pain. He instinctively tried to pull his foot back, but was stopped by a sharp shout.
"Don't move!"
"oh……"
Qingyu was very obedient at this time, leaning against his lap and sitting on his thigh, letting him hold her knee with one hand and massage her injured area. Sure enough, in no time, the swelling went down and the pain stopped.
Seeing Feng Yue truly healing his injuries, Qing Yu's eyes gleamed with cunning. He bit his lip and murmured softly, "My spiritual power... could you help me recover..."
But as he said this, he wisely shut his mouth, because he saw four words on Feng Yue's face—
They're pushing their luck.
"No... then forget it."
Qingyu lowered his eyes in disappointment. It seemed that he had really gone too far. This person in front of him was not like him, who could act coquettishly with him at will.
Moreover, his current status is that of a lowly male concubine serving a servant; how could he possibly help him restore his spiritual power?
Feng Yue's eyes darkened slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It's not impossible..."
"Um?"
Feng Yue lifted his buttocks with both hands, pulling him closer into his strong embrace, and made him straddle him, teasingly saying, "But now that you're a male concubine, if you were to ask your master for favors, what do you think you should do?"
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