"Oh? Your sister?" Chi Su smiled nonchalantly. "I've taken a liking to her. I'll give you a day to think it over. I'm going to cultivate with her tonight!"
"No way!" Luo Zhihuai's eyes darkened, and he refused without much thought.
"Huh?" Chi Su circled around Luo Zhihuai twice, not taking his refusal seriously. He directly signaled the guards behind him to tie up the pretty female cultivator.
"A woman who catches my eye is blessed!" Chi Su arrogantly patted Luo Zhihuai's shoulder. "You, a mere lackey, dare to talk to me about what you can't do?"
Black demonic energy swirled around him, piercing Luo Zhihuai's shoulder. He looked up in disbelief, realizing that Chi Su had so easily breached his defenses!
"Haha, don't you even know where you got your secret technique? Even if I drained thousands of cultivators dry, an ant like you would still have to obey my orders!"
“Her cultivation is insufficient, Your Highness, she cannot withstand Your Highness’s might.” Luo Zhihuai lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and negotiated with Chi Su again.
"Five thousand soldiers, how about I give you five thousand demon soldiers in return?" Chi Su's voice was seductive as he took out a red pill from his robes and stuffed it into Luo Zhihuai's hand. "Find a way to make her willingly take the Enchanting Elixir. If you can do it, I will wipe out those few weak and vulnerable aristocratic families in the cultivation world sooner!"
Luo Zhihuai wavered for a moment. He had worked so hard for Chi Su for so long without getting him to agree, but Chi Su had only met Weiwei once and immediately agreed to his previous request.
"Isn't it a good deal? One woman for five thousand demon soldiers. Luo Zhihuai, you've followed me for so long, and all you've ever wanted is to avenge your family?"
"I promise, as long as you let me win the beauty's heart, I will not shortchange you!"
With the crimson pill and half of the demonic weapon's tiger tally in his hand, twelve years of hatred erupted in Luo Zhihuai's heart. He disregarded everything, took the long-desired demonic weapon's tiger tally, turned around, and did the most painful and regrettable thing in his previous life.
That night, Chi Su violated Weiwei in his tent.
Luo Zhihuai stood rooted to the spot, motionless outside the tent, listening to the delicate flowers inside being humiliated and bullied.
Weiwei, who had just broken through to the early stage of the Golden Core realm, was unstable. Chi Su forcibly activated the Joyful Union Technique, which destroyed all her cultivation. In just one night, she seemed to have lost all her vitality.
The next morning, Chi Su walked out of the tent in high spirits, his face full of excitement and satisfaction, which stung Luo Zhihuai.
He chuckled wickedly, "Your sister tastes good, but she's too delicate to withstand my favor. Remember to hire a physician, the kind used by cultivators, to take good care of her. I'll come back in a few days!"
Luo Zhihuai's eyes were red-rimmed, and he didn't dare to go in to check on Weiwei's condition.
Until—ah! A heart-wrenching scream came from inside the tent, followed by intense fire spiritual energy spreading throughout the entire tent. Weiwei actually had the idea of taking her own life.
"What exactly did you feed me last night?" Weiwei's eyes were unfocused. She seemed oblivious to the pain despite being engulfed in flames, stubbornly demanding an answer from Chu.
How could Weiwei not know? He tricked her into believing that the pill was a elixir to nourish vital energy, but after she took it, she felt unbearably hot and dry in her stomach. Even though she knew that the person pressing down on her was a demonic cultivator, she still couldn't help but want to get close to him.
Chi Su was already cunning, and seeing Weiwei's frail appearance only fueled his malice, leading him to do whatever he could to cause harm.
The bed was stained with crimson blood and filth, and even the fire that Weiwei unleashed with her life force could not burn away that lingering, strange feeling.
Luo Zhihuai held Weiwei in his arms, trying to channel his spiritual energy into her to save her life. However, his spiritual energy was mixed and contained too much resentment and hatred from many people. As soon as the gray spiritual energy touched Weiwei, it was like thousands of delicate thorns piercing into her body, causing her to tremble in pain.
He panicked and gently picked up Weiwei, but she never looked at him again!
As intelligent as she was, how could she not understand what he truly desired at this moment?
It's just that a man abandoned and took advantage of a girl who loved him deeply.
Helpless, Luo Zhihuai could only use the Immortal Binding Lock to lock up Weiwei's remaining spiritual energy. He took Weiwei to find a renowned alchemist to save her life, but ultimately, a heart ailment is hard to cure.
The doctor could heal Weiwei's broken body, but not her desire to die.
After Luo Zhihuai led his demon soldiers to conquer the Shangguan family, the Zhu family, the Nangong family, the Jiang family, and the Ji family, he came to the alchemist's place to look for Weiwei, only to be told that Weiwei had left after recovering from her injuries, and that a young cultivator named Wenji had come to pick her up.
Luo Zhihuai swore that if he ever saw that man named Wenji again, he would tear him to pieces!
There were many beauties in the Demon Palace, and Chi Su was so busy that he only asked where Weiwei was before forgetting about her.
Hidden in the shadows, Luo Zhihuai helps the demons attack the cultivation world, integrates the resources of the Wei family, and searches for Weiwei's whereabouts amidst the chaos of war.
Three months later, in an obscure little mountain village, he finally found Weiwei.
At that time, Weiwei moved to that nameless little mountain village with Wenji's family. They lived a peaceful life, and Wenji even brought Weiwei's birth mother over to take care of Weiwei together.
"No wonder, everyone was there when I returned to the Wei family, except for my aunt. Weiwei, you're so heartless." Luo Zhihuai's bloodshot eyes looked like she hadn't had a proper rest in a long time.
They looked at each other in silence. Weiwei carefully examined this once dashing and handsome man. She thought she would be heartbroken, but her heart was desolate and she could feel nothing.
She gently placed her fair hand on her abdomen, and Luo Zhihuai said, "You've lost weight. Come back with me, and I'll find an alchemist to help you recuperate."
Weiwei didn't say anything more. She lowered her head, turned around, ignored his words, and walked into the quiet little mountain village, where a group of simple villagers, the Wen family, and her aunt were all gathered.
A small mountain village where wisps of smoke rise from chimneys, petals fall in profusion, and fertile fields, mulberries, bamboo groves, melons, and fruits all grow exceptionally well.
He saw Wenji returning late, carrying pheasants and rabbits, looking pleased with himself and proudly showing off to Weiwei. Weiwei, without holding back her smile and praise, tiptoed and gently kissed Wenji's cheek.
He stepped forward, a thick killing intent brewing in his dagger, its dark gray aura swirling around it. He stared intently at Weiwei, "Come back with me."
"Cousin Weiwei? Why did you bring so many demon soldiers?" Wenji pulled Weiwei behind him to protect her. His alertness and protectiveness towards Weiwei made Luo Zhihuai frown.
Luo Zhihuai said calmly, "Thank you for taking care of Weiwei during this time. Now that I'm here, you can rest assured and return her to me!"
“Weiwei is my wife now. Even if you are her cousin, you can’t just decide whether she stays or leaves!” Wenji was unhappy. They moved to this nameless little mountain village because they wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle outside. Of course, they didn’t want to go back to the miserable world outside.
The cultivation world was utterly defeated by the demon race, suffering repeated setbacks.
Weiwei remained silent and did not glance at Luo Zhihuai again; she was extremely cold and distant towards him.
Luo Zhihuai was unwilling to give up. He walked past Wenji and stood in front of Weiwei again to speak to her gently and affectionately: "Weiwei, I miss you so much. Come back with me, come back. After I win the final battle at the airport, we will get married. Haven't you always wanted to be my bride?"
"I……"
Weiwei turned around, took Wenji's hand, and left.
Luo Zhihuai felt a dull pain in his heart. His bloodshot eyes looked at Wen Ji again. It was this man who took Weiwei away while he was taking revenge!
They're still so close!
"Weiwei, I won't let you go with him!" Luo Zhihuai moved like a leopard, ruthlessly attacking Wenji. His mind was filled with the intimate scene between Wenji and Weiwei. He didn't even have time to retract the dagger he was holding high before it pierced Weiwei's chest!
Wen Ji fought Luo Zhihuai like a madman, but Luo Zhihuai easily killed Wen Ji in just a few moves.
Weiwei lay in Luo Zhihuai's cold embrace in despair. She looked at the demonic soldiers who were slaughtering innocent villagers all around her, and then at Wenji who had died tragically. She didn't shed a single tear, only a single drop of crystal blood remained in the corner of her eye.
The demonic fetus in Vivi's womb seemed to sense the mother's weakness and will to die, and desperately absorbed the last bit of blood and spiritual energy from Vivi's body, growing rapidly in an instant.
A strange luster spread out, and from the crimson bloodstains beneath Vivi, it seemed as if a child was being born rapidly, the hideous demonic fetus tearing at Vivi with sharp teeth.
Luo Zhihuai looked at the little demon in front of him in surprise. It was Chi Su's child!
Demonic cultivators and human cultivators can actually have children!
No wonder, no wonder Vivi refuses to look at him properly anymore!
I never want to say a proper word to him again!
"Weiwei, Weiwei!" Luo Zhihuai cried out in anguish for his beloved in his arms, but Weiwei just lay there, covered in dirt, cold and unresponsive, refusing to call him "Brother Zhihuai" with a smile again!
The past is over, and now it is Weiwei and Luo Zhihuai's wedding night, their first marriage in this lifetime:
"Weiwei! Weiwei!" Luo Zhihuai's voice, each word choked with grief, was so piercing that it startled the exhausted Weiwei awake.
He was covered in sweat, clinging tightly to Weiwei as if he were in an endless nightmare, having experienced a brutal battle.
Weiwei was startled awake from her sweet dream by him. She lit a lamp and got up. "Brother? Zhihuai?"
Luo Zhihuai suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was festive red, and Weiwei's concerned eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a mix of relief and fear after surviving the ordeal, "Thank goodness, it's so good to have you!"
"Did you have a nightmare? Dreams are all just dreams, and the things you're worried about won't happen." Weiwei gently patted Luo Zhihuai's back, her soft, long hair carrying a faint medicinal scent that had a calming effect.
After a long while, Luo Zhihuai finally emerged from the entanglements of his past life. He still held Weiwei tightly, unwilling to let go. Knowing that Weiwei couldn't bear his intimacy, she gently pushed him away and withdrew from his embrace.
As dawn broke, he whispered in Weiwei's ear, "Weiwei, are you willing to have children with me?"
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