Ji Xiaoxiao paused, waved her hand, and the maid, being quick-witted and perceptive, tactfully took her leave.
With no one else present, Ji Xiaoxiao concealed her aura and slowly walked into the Pointing Dao Hall.
"My little darling, you are my heart and soul. Whatever you say, I will agree."
Feng Yi smiled wickedly, wrapped his arm around Tian Xue, and gently bit the beauty's earlobe.
As Feng Yi's lips parted, his warm, moist breath lingered around Tian Xue's ear. The deep, masculine scent made Tian Xue's cheeks flush and her limbs feel weak. Tian Xue feigned resistance, stubbornly pushing Feng Yi away, but her hands clung tightly to his disheveled clothes.
Feng Yi's eyebrows furrowed with joy, his eyes filled with laughter, and he tightened his grip on Tian Xue's arm.
Tianxue blushed and pushed him away. Feng Yi, acting like a rogue, said, "Beauty, give this demon king a kiss."
"You're so annoying," Tianxue said reproachfully, offering her sweet lips in return.
They kept making "tsk tsk" sounds, and Ji Xiaoxiao, standing to the side, felt nauseous and gagged. The two, who had been so engrossed in their conversation, clapped their hands loudly and then turned to look at Ji Xiaoxiao blankly.
"Xiao Bai!" Tian Xue was the first to react, her anger palpable.
Ji Xiaoxiao completely ignored Tian Xue, her clear black and white eyes fixed on the Demon King Feng Yi, lest he use any underhanded tricks to harm her.
"I know you two are in love, but can you please consider other people's feelings?" Ji Xiaoxiao clutched her chest and said painfully, "You two are disgusting."
"You..." Tianxue pointed at Ji Xiaoxiao, trembling, speechless with anger.
Ji Xiaoxiao ignored it, smiled indifferently, and rolled her eyes, accidentally seeing the Spirit Lord kneeling on the ground—Mo Ran.
At this moment, Mo Ran was in a terrible state, his body covered in bruises and purple welts, his clothes disheveled and torn in many places. His jade crown was askew, as if it would fall over in the wind. His long, black hair, resembling a chicken coop, was carelessly scattered, obscuring his handsome face, which was said to be breathtakingly beautiful.
Ji Xiaoxiao approached, reached out and brushed aside the long hair on Mo Ran's face to take a closer look.
"Xi..." Mo Ran's face was bruised and swollen, looking like a ghost or a demon. There was a large shoe print on one side of his cheek. Ji Xiaoxiao was caught off guard and gasped.
Ji Xiaoxiao pushed Mo Ran's forehead with her finger, "Hey, are you still Lord Spirit Lord?"
It's unimaginable that the supreme Spirit Lord, above all others, would be bullied like this by a woman and a demon. Ji Xiaoxiao felt both pity and immense satisfaction.
Mo Ran ignored Ji Xiaoxiao's questions, his mind and eyes filled with Tian Xue.
Ji Xiaoxiao wasn't a masochist who willingly debaseed herself; she would never do something as foolish as offering her kindness to someone who wouldn't listen. If they didn't want her here, there were plenty of other places that would. Ji Xiaoxiao shifted her fiery gaze to the devil Feng Yi and the slut Tian Xue.
"Demon King Feng Yi, what brings you to the Spirit Venerable Palace?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked calmly.
Feng Yi, already famous, looked down on Ji Xiaoxiao, an unknown woman. Even though the name "Little White Immortal Master" had resounded throughout the cultivation world, in Feng Yi's mind, she was nothing more than a weak woman, a clown, not worth mentioning.
"Oh, on what grounds do you question me?" Feng Yi raised an eyebrow, exuding charm.
Ji Xiaoxiao remained unmoved by external things, her heart as still as water. "I never do things like a dog catching a mouse. The reason I'm standing up to say these words today is, of course, because I am the mistress of the Spirit Venerable Palace."
"The mistress?" Feng Yi nodded, scrutinizing Ji Xiaoxiao carefully. "You must be joking. How could you be the mistress of the Spirit Venerable Palace?"
"If it wasn't me, then was it the woman in your arms?" Ji Xiaoxiao retorted.
Feng Yi moved his lips, but before he could speak, Ji Xiaoxiao spoke first, "The master of Lingzun Palace is Mo Ran. As Mo Ran's lawfully wedded wife and Daoist partner, who else but me should hold the position of mistress of Lingzun Palace?"
“In the past hundred years, Tianxue has come to Lingzun Palace three times.” Ji Xiaoxiao’s lips curled up slightly. “Feng Yi, only a man like you would rush to send the woman he loves into the arms of his rival.”
The implication was that Ji Xiaoxiao implied that Ming Tianxue and Mo Ran had an ambiguous relationship, and that Feng Yi had been cuckolded. Upon hearing this, Feng Yi's anger surged, and his aura instantly became bloodthirsty and terrifying.
Ji Xiaoxiao smiled, her eyes almost glowing, constantly glancing at Feng Yi's genitals. Feng Yi felt his scalp tingle from her gaze, his anger rising, and this only fueled his rage, making him uncontrollably furious.
Feng Yi is not Tian Xue; he has always been arrogant. Moreover, demons are driven by their hearts and act impulsively. Feng Yi is used to being unrestrained, and he will fight at the slightest disagreement.
Ji Xiaoxiao was not afraid of Feng Yi, and the two instantly engaged in a fierce battle inside the Zhidao Hall.
When gods fight, little devils suffer. Knowing her own limitations, Tianxue readily hid behind Mo Ran and secretly watched.
An hour later, the magnificent Zhidao Hall was in a mess, with the east wall collapsed and the west wall leaning. Looking up, one could see a clear sky and white clouds.
"Cough cough..." Feng Yi was slapped by Ji Xiaoxiao, and drops of blood were still stuck to the corner of his mouth.
The original owner was directly harmed by Tianxue and Mo Ran, but who can say that Feng Yi didn't stir things up behind the scenes? Whether one person seeks revenge or two people seek revenge, it's still revenge.
Regardless of any direct grudges, Ji Xiaoxiao, as a righteous person, would not allow the demon Feng Yi to live in the world for the sake of all living beings and to uphold the reputation of the righteous path in order to eliminate demons for the original owner.
Feng Yi could see the changes in Ji Xiaoxiao.
"The murderous aura is astonishing. Is this a sign that they're determined to eliminate me at all costs?"
Feng Yi frowned. He had been seriously injured when he forced his way through the Demon-Suppressing Stone. Now, with his injuries compounded, the outcome of dealing with this Mahayana stage woman in front of him was likely to be dire.
"A wise man submits to circumstances," Feng Yi said loudly to Tian Xue. "Tian Xue, stay in the Spirit Venerable Palace with peace of mind. One day I will surely bring you back to the Demon Realm Demon Palace in a grand sedan chair."
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