Chapter 228 Double ~ Repair
Ever since Lu Yan noticed that there were many more spies in the Demon Realm, he has been acting cautiously. However, his energy is limited, and he is bound to miss out on one if he takes care of the other. Ying Wujiu has five generals under his command, namely "Corpse, Water, Drought, Wind, and Thunder". So far, he has only seen Corpse Puppet and Feng Sha, and has never thought about where the other three have gone.
Yes, if the hundreds of immortal families can place spies in the Demon Realm, why can't the Demon Realm place spies in the hundreds of immortal families?
The hall was silent for a while, with only an occasional gust of wind blowing, making the branches of flowers outside rustle. The light pink petals of the jade apricot fell all over the window sill, and a faint fragrance floated in the air.
The Demon Realm is a desolate and dead place, and there is no such beautiful scenery. Lu Yan deliberately found them and planted them outside the window some time ago. This is because Wu Jiu never goes out of the house, and the palace is always dark and boring, so he did it to make him happy.
Ying Wujiu leaned on the couch and flipped a page of a book. The half-glass mask on his face shone brightly under the candlelight, but it did not make him look like an immortal. Instead, it looked indescribably charming against the dark red clothes on his body. He asked in a lazy voice with no emotion:
"Why, did he find you?"
If Lu Yan were here, he would definitely feel horrified, because from what Ying Wujiu said, it seemed that he knew his identity very well.
Tang Su nodded: "I followed the Lord's instructions and deliberately revealed a flaw. As expected, Chief Steward Lu discovered my identity as a disciple of the Wuwang Sect."
He explained the whole process in detail, even including Lu Yan's expression, and then held his breath, waiting for Ying Wujiu's instructions.
Lu Yan's background and identity are suspicious, not to mention that he is entangled with hundreds of immortal sects. How could Ying Wujiu, the lord of the Demon Realm, be fooled by him with just a few words? He has already deployed countless spies in secret. Maybe when Lu Yan himself didn't even realize that he was a disciple of Wuwang Sect, Ying Wujiu already knew his identity. However, he has been flirting with him intimately these days, which is really chilling.
If it had been according to custom, Lu Yan would probably have been doomed to death.
Although Tang Su was a spy, he had known Lu Yan for a long time and was grateful for the care he received from him. At this moment, he was considering how to plead for Lu Yan's life, but he saw Ying Wujiu put the book aside, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples with his fingertips. His voice was low and playful, revealing a hint of gloom:
"Since he has fed you the Corpse Beetle Pill, you should just listen to his instructions. Don't reveal your true identity before the Sword Competition. Continue to gather information and report any developments at any time."
Tang Su breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, I'll take my leave."
When he finished speaking, his body moved slightly, and in the blink of an eye he turned into dust and disappeared. Only the flying petals on the window sill were blown up by the wind, some of which were accidentally blown into the hall and quietly landed on Ying Wujiu's shoulder.
Ying Wu Jiu casually picked up a broken flower, as if he wanted to rub it into pieces, but he remembered something and frowned slightly. Finally he found a book and put it in it. When he lowered his eyes, he felt a bit of inexplicable kindness and mercy.
Lu Yan didn't realize that he had already let the cat out of the bag. All his attention was on Tang Su's words that at the Demon Realm's annual Sword-Asking Contest, Tan Yue might come in person to kill Ying Wujiu.
You should know that this is not a good thing. Even though Ying Wujiu killed those monks one by one with his sword as easily as chopping melons, it was actually because those people were too weak. If it was an equally matched opponent like Tan Yue, it would be hard to say what would happen.
Ying Wujiu was suffering from fire poison. Although the poison was slightly relieved under Lu Yan's treatment, it was not completely cured. If he were to fight again, he would probably not gain any advantage.
In order to expand their power, those famous and upright sects recruit disciples for selection every year. The Demon Realm is naturally no exception. Every year, they set up a martial arts arena for sword fighting. All the demon kings and demon lords attend. The event is grand and magnificent, and it is considered a rare lively event in the Demon Realm.
Anyone who wants to join the Demon Realm, as long as they go on stage to compete, regardless of whether they win or lose, as long as they show some talent, they can be picked up by the Demon Lords and recruited into their ranks. If they are a little weaker, have no spiritual roots and have suffered a defeat, it doesn't matter, each person will be given a Spring and Autumn Pill, which can extend life by 20 years, which is a great blessing in the eyes of mortals.
Although the Sword Contest will not begin until next month, the Demon Realm has already begun preparations in a clamor. Many unfamiliar monks have poured into Fuyue City overnight, making this relatively prosperous city crowded. Even many of Ying Wujiu's subordinates are ready to make a move.
"Hey, hey, hey, have you heard? There are prizes for the top three in this Sword Contest! In previous years, the winners received countless rare treasures and a top-grade cold sword. This year, I'm afraid it will be even better!"
"In that case, I will go and join in the fun. There is no rule that we cannot participate. Those famous and upright people will definitely not come because they are proud of their status. I don't believe there will be any masters."
Those demon cultivators suddenly fell silent while chatting. It turned out that a slender figure appeared outside the Moon Gate. He was wearing a purple robe and jade belt, and had an elegant demeanor. It was the Chief Steward Lu beside the Lord. This man was extremely favored and had been the most powerful person in the Demon Realm in recent days. The Lord even entrusted him with such an important matter as the Sword Questioning Conference, so his status was evident.
"I've seen the butler!"
The demon cultivators saluted him one after another, fearing that their previous remarks would be exposed and they would be reprimanded. However, Lu Yan was a little absent-minded and just said indifferently: "The Lord likes silence, so how can you make such a fuss? All of you stay away."
Those demon cultivators retreated in panic.
Lu Yan was in charge of all matters concerning the Sword-Asking Conference. He held a thick stack of jade slips in his hand, which he would present to Ying Wujiu later. He felt something strange in his heart, as he felt that this job came out of nowhere. After all, he had always been a male favorite in charge of eating, drinking and enjoying himself. When did he need to work?
He didn't think much about it, and was only thinking about how to stop Ying Wujiu from attending the Sword-Asking Conference.
He casually pushed open the door of the palace and walked in. He was so familiar with the place that he didn't need to report. Ying Wujiu was meditating in the quiet room. His inner demons were too heavy and it took him a long time to break through the bottleneck. He spent most of the twelve hours a day practicing. He clearly noticed the footsteps outside the palace, but he didn't blink. The next second, he fell into a familiar embrace.
The scent of sandalwood makes people feel at ease for some reason.
Lu Yan pulled Ying Wujiu into his arms from behind, threw the jade slip in his hand onto the table, leaned close to his ear, and whispered teasingly, "Your Excellency meditates every day, and you don't even feel bored."
He already looked like a disaster, and he often instigated Ying Wujiu to not do his job properly, which made him look even more like a disaster.
"You are lazy, so what? Do you want me to be lazy with you?"
Ying Wujiu finally opened his eyes, and what he saw was Lu Yan's handsome face. His peach blossom eyes were tilted inward, and he always looked at people with affection. His heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
"My Lord, you are disdaining me."
"You are so sharp-tongued. Have you managed the Sword-Asking Contest?"
Lu Yan thought for a moment and said, "Of course it has been done, but there is one thing that I think is unnecessary."
Ying Wujiu's eyes darkened when he heard this: "Tell me about it."
Lu Yan said: "The Sword-asking Contest is nothing more than a bunch of random people fighting on stage. There is no giant from the immortal world. Just ask Fengsha and the others to keep an eye on it. If the Lord attends in person, it will inevitably be a waste of talent and a loss of his prestige."
Ying Wujiu looked at him deeply and said, "It's like this every year, so how can I be an exception? Although there may not be any great immortals among them, there are also many talented people. I will go there in person to show my respect for the wise and humble."
Lu Yan laid Ying Wujiu in his arms, lowered his eyes and stroked the half of his face that was burned by the fire, and smiled faintly: "Yes, there may be many handsome men and women coming. It would be nice to feast my eyes on them. It is much better than staying in the Demon Realm every day and staring at those familiar faces."
Ying Wujiu's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He felt that the places where Lu Yan had touched were burning with embarrassment. He grabbed Lu Yan's hand and looked sinister: "Why, do you want to go?"
Handsome men and women? Do you think he is not handsome enough?
Better than staring at familiar faces every day in Demon Realm? Are you tired of him?
Ying Wujiu sneered in his heart. It is said that men are fickle, but he never thought that one day he would be involved in such a thing. Lu Yan was indeed arrogant. He even dared to reject him in front of him. Did he think that he was reluctant to kill him? He spat out three words coldly: "You are not allowed to go!"
Lu Yan didn't seem to notice that Ying Wujiu's temper was on the verge of exploding. He lowered his eyes and played with his fingers, saying with a half-smile, "That's a strange thing to say. Everyone goes to the Swordsmanship Conference to watch the fun, why can't I watch it?"
Ying Wujiu said in a low and cold voice: "If I said you are not allowed to go, then you are not allowed to go. Why are you asking so many questions?"
He sat up straight and pushed Lu Yan away, feeling agitated. He closed his eyes and said, "Please leave. You must not disturb me while I am cultivating."
If it were any other day, Lu Yan would have definitely pestered her to make her happy first, but today was unusual. He glanced at Ying Wujiu, then patted his butt and left neatly.
Ying Wujiu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyeballs red: "Get back here, who allowed you to leave!"
This bastard, he just left when I told him to. When did he become so obedient?!
Lu Yan paused and turned back in confusion: "My Lord, don't you want to practice cultivation?"
If he acts angry, maybe people will think better of him, but he doesn't get angry or annoyed, and asks you seriously what's wrong, which inevitably makes you feel like you've punched cotton, and makes you very angry.
Ying Wujiu laughed in anger, a cold arc appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Don't you want to ask about the sword competition? Then go ahead and see more handsome men and women. But swords have no eyes on the field, don't blame me for not being able to protect you when the time comes."
Even a deaf person could hear the threat in his words, but Lu Yanhun seemed to be unaware of it and stepped forward with a smile: "My Lord, do you really allow me to go?"
Ying Wujiu's face was gloomy: "Yes."
Lu Yan: "My Lord, do you really not want to stop me?"
Ying Wujiu: "No."
Lu Yan: "Does the Lord really want to ask the Sword Conference?"
Ying Wujiu: "Go."
Lu Yan: "My Lord, are you still angry?"
Ying Wujiu: "Life..."
As soon as Ying Wujiu finished speaking, he suddenly reacted and looked at Lu Yan angrily, but the other party suddenly picked him up and placed him in front of the bronze mirror and dressing table he usually used for combing his hair. With a flick of his fingertips, the half-raised diamond-shaped window fell down with a muffled sound, and the hall was immediately plunged into darkness.
Ying Wujiu was startled and warned him implicitly: "Lu Yan!"
The man behind him just laughed, his deep voice tickled his eardrums and instantly made him lose his temper: "My Lord, you are angry, right? I will help you calm down."
How to calm down?
As soon as this thought came into Ying Wujiu's mind, his belt was ripped off, followed by his clothes. The skin on his back pressed tightly against the cold bronze mirror, making him shrink. However, Lu Yan grabbed his chin and kissed him deeply, leaving him in a dilemma.
"You... uh... let go..."
Ying Wujiu frowned and turned his head away, feeling that Lu Yan was really going to do it this time, and his legs were weak and his heart was inexplicably nervous. The man pushed him against the bronze mirror and kissed him, his face pressed against the cold mirror, and inside were two phantoms entangled with each other. Ying Wujiu could even clearly see his eyes with a faint red and tears, and the handsome man behind him was licking and kissing his mottled face in an ambiguous way.
This scene was a bit too exciting. Ying Wujiu couldn't help but shudder violently. He had an awkward reaction and begged in a hoarse voice: "Lu Yan..."
The man hugged him and suddenly said, "I've thought of a good idea."
Ying Wujiu realized, "What?"
Lu Yan stroked Ying Wujiu's smooth waist with his fingertips. His skin was smooth and tender, like the warmth of jade. He said slowly, "A good method that does not require me to ask the Sword Conference, nor does it require the Lord to ask the Sword Conference."
Ying Wujiu was stunned when he heard this. He thought that the other party had made such a fuss just to prevent him from asking about the sword competition. His mind was complicated and he was confused. He asked again, "What method?"
Lu Yan pressed Ying Wujiu tightly against the bronze mirror, lowered his head and bit his jade-like shoulder. His purple eyes were full of evil spirits, and he could not hide his smile: "If the Lord cannot get out of bed, he will naturally not be able to go to the Sword-asking Conference. Don't you agree? We can practice first today."
This person actually wants to practice dual cultivation with him?
Ying Wujiu was inevitably startled again. He frowned and closed his eyes, as if he was caught in a struggle between heaven and man. Finally, he uttered a word with difficulty: "No..."
There's no reason. Now is not the right time. It's just a show. Do I really want to lose myself in it?
"No?"
Lu Yan rested his hands on the edge of the table, a layer of light-colored gauze covering his purple robe, which made his skin look even whiter and more like an immortal. He looked deeply at Ying Wujiu, with a smile in his eyes, and something else that was hard to explain:
"My Lord, are you really unwilling?"
Ying Wujiu was unwilling, and he would definitely not force himself. However, Lu Yan's mood was always unpredictable. If he missed this time, there might not be a next time.
Seeing that Ying Wujiu did not answer, Lu Yan straightened up slightly, and it seemed that he was going to leave. Ying Wujiu felt panic inexplicably and pulled him back subconsciously: "Don't go!"
Lu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked inquiringly: "Hmm?"
Ying Wujiu grabbed his collar and gritted his teeth silently: "I want to see if you have the ability to do that!"
Lu Yan smiled and raised his chin: "What skill?"
Ying Wujiu's ears turned red and he pursed his lips.
Of course...
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