Chapter 73 As expected of the Demon Lord, how cruel and ruthless...
Sheng Zhiyi watched helplessly as Ji Fuguang's face drew closer and closer. Under the moonlight, bloodstains stained his lips, and a strong, metallic smell wafted on the night breeze.
Her expression was full of terror, and the words she had just heard kept repeating in her mind.
Ji Fuguang could always hear the system's voice?
From beginning to end, she thought it was her sincerity that moved him, but in fact... all of this was in vain in Ji Fuguang's eyes.
He let her do as she pleased, constantly assessing her level of danger, until he was certain she posed no threat, before finally revealing his hidden identity as the Demon Lord to her.
Therefore, those actions that made her blush, their interactions, their shared past experiences... to him, were merely a performance to test the system's depths...
Everything Ji Fuguang did to her was fake!
Dark demonic energy enveloped the two of them. The array on Frostflower Peak flickered, trying its best to seal the demonic energy within the narrow space. However, as Ji Fuguang's spiritual power rapidly dissipated, the rampant demonic energy poured out from his entire body.
The array barrier was flashing faster and faster, and it looked like it was about to give way.
Ji Fuguang suppressed his demonic energy, reached out and put his arm around Sheng Zhiyi's waist, picked her up and leaped into the air.
As soon as she left the barrier, Sheng Zhiyi immediately activated her spiritual power, trying to make a sound to attract the attention of the other members of the Tianyan Sect.
However, as soon as the spiritual energy flowed out of her dantian, she immediately felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, forcing her to stop.
Sheng Zhiyi frowned.
What's going on? Unconvinced, she tried again to activate her dantian and force out her spiritual power.
This time the pain came on faster and more intensely. It felt as if her meridians were being ripped open by a blade. The pain made her weak all over, and she could only rely on the strength of Ji Fuguang's arm to support herself.
"Junior Sister," Ji Fuguang's voice was carried away by the cold night wind, his emotions unreadable. He lowered his eyelids, glanced at Sheng Zhiyi's pale face, and spoke with a faint smile:
"I forgot to tell you, I've already placed a restriction on your meridians. With just a flick of my finger, you'll experience excruciating pain, comparable to being 'bloomed by a thousand flowers.' How about that, aren't you surprised?"
A chill ran through Sheng Zhiyi's heart.
He wondered when exactly he had placed this restriction on her. He hadn't noticed anything unusual before, and it only suddenly appeared when he tried to control her.
It's probably not just his meridians; given his personality, his dantian, sea of consciousness... as long as he can place a restriction, Ji Fuguang probably hasn't missed a single place.
It was as if countless time bombs were buried inside her body, and the mechanism to activate them was in Ji Fuguang's hands.
A thousand flowers and ten thousand plants... At least when that demon drugged her, he clearly told her the truth, while Ji Fuguang just watched her painful struggle with indifference.
While she was racking her brains trying to get close to him, he was probably still secretly mocking her!
At this moment, Sheng Zhiyi realized with absolute clarity that Ji Fuguang was no longer the senior brother in her heart.
He is the infamous Demon Lord.
Looking at her expression, Ji Fuguang seemed to find it amusing. He tightened his fingers, pinched Sheng Zhiyi's jawbone, and raised the corners of his lips in a cruel smile.
"Junior Sister, what I taught you today is not to easily trust others. Haven't you learned it yet?"
After a moment of silence, Sheng Zhiyi replied, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
Now, she has finally learned it.
Ji Fuguang held her in one arm, his movements as swift as lightning, and the Tianyan Sect receded further and further away from them. He quickly made hand seals, shrinking the distance between them, and the night wind howled past them.
Sheng Zhiyi was dazzled and couldn't see where they came from, but even so, she realized that they had passed through several barriers in succession.
Given the complexity and secrecy surrounding this matter, where exactly is Ji Fuguang taking her?
Finally, Ji Fuguang stopped moving, and the two of them floated in mid-air.
Sheng Zhiyi calmly surveyed her surroundings.
This place is like a secret realm.
The sky closed in, covering the ground. The night was as black as ink, densely covered with stars, and the magnificent Milky Way shimmered and glittered endlessly.
Although it appeared to be night, a light from an unknown source illuminated the surroundings, making it as bright as day and clearly visible.
The sky here... is very similar to the secret realm they first entered.
In an instant, a flash of inspiration struck Sheng Zhiyi, reminding her of the thatched hut in the secret realm.
That was the place where Ji Fuguang lived in his childhood. There, Ji Fuguang kept saying he missed it, but he crushed the wooden bowl that his adoptive father had carved.
This thatched hut is exactly the same as the place where they hid when they encountered the demons outside Yingzhou City.
At the time, the demons were searching for someone nearby, and she guessed that they must be looking for some important figure in the demon race.
Now it seems that the Demon Lord is the most important person.
It's ridiculous. Looking at it now, it's full of flaws, but back then she trusted Ji Fuguang wholeheartedly. No matter what he did, she thought there must be a reason for it, and she never thought that there was anything wrong with his identity.
However... Ji Fuguang killed those people without hesitation, and even later at Qibao Mountain, he killed the demons who came looking for him, saying, "This is what happens when you find me."
Could this be a conflict between them?
If we use this... could we sow discord between the demons and Ji Fuguang...?
Sheng Zhiyi lowered her eyelids, her face calm, but her mind was racing.
No matter how many restrictions Ji Fuguang placed on her, she could never control her thoughts.
The two landed on the ground from mid-air. Ji Fuguang held Zhao Yexue's finger and gently touched it. As if a curtain was drawn back, a magnificent palace gradually appeared before them.
This palace stands atop a sheer cliff, backed by snow-capped mountains that never melt, as if it had existed since the beginning of time. The continuous palaces and pavilions rise layer by layer along the mountainside, stretching as far as the eye can see.
Sheng Zhiyi finally understood why Ji Fuguang liked living on Shuanghua Peak, where there was also snow-covered peaks like waterfalls.
He really is... unwavering and never forgets his original aspirations.
A hint of mockery flashed in Sheng Zhiyi's eyes.
Soon, news of the two's appearance reached the palace. The palace doors swung open, and a demon general in armor led a squad of soldiers to the entrance.
Directly in front of the palace are wide steps paved with dark blue-black boulders, resembling a ladder to the sky, stretching from the palace gate all the way to the foot of the mountain, majestic and awe-inspiring.
Even from a distance, one could see that his armor was a deep, dark red, as if it had been soaked in solidified demonic blood, yet its surface gleamed with the cold, hard luster characteristic of metal.
The demon general drew his long sword and shouted, "Who dares to trespass into the demon palace?"
A demon palace?!
Is this the legendary residence of the Demon Lord? No wonder it's so secluded.
Before anyone could answer, the demon general lunged downwards, his blade flashing coldly, his aura imposing.
Ji Fuguang didn't even say a word. He simply relaxed slightly, and instantly, a vast and powerful demonic aura emanated from his body, spreading out and filling the world.
This is the best proof of his identity.
The demon general paused for a moment, then accelerated and flew over, kneeling heavily on both knees. Sheng Zhiyi could even hear the sound of flesh and blood scraping against the ground.
He seemed completely oblivious to the pain, tilting his head back and looking at Ji Fuguang with excited earnestness.
"Your Majesty? You're finally back!"
Ji Fuguang gave a faint "hmm," looked down at him, and said softly, "Yuan Lang, have you been guarding this place all these days?"
Upon hearing Ji Fuguang mention his name, Yuan Lang became even more excited. "Your Majesty, I have been here these past few days."
Before Ji Fuguang could ask, he began to speak at length: "Since we awoke, we have been arguing with each other, and everyone wants to find you as soon as possible. But I think you may have your own plans, and if we act rashly, it may disrupt your plans, so I have stayed in the Demon Palace."
Upon hearing Yuan Lang's words, Sheng Zhiyi's heart sank.
These demons seem to be completely devoted to Ji Fuguang. Will they be swayed by her instigation?
However, those demons who found Ji Fuguang were personally killed by him, showing that he had no affection for them. Like the saying goes, "When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked," did they not even care about their own lives?
Sheng Zhiyi didn't believe anyone would do such a thing, let alone the treacherous and ruthless demon race. The more likely scenario was that they simply didn't know about these things.
This is her chance.
Ji Fuguang nodded. "Well done."
He walked straight ahead, past Yuan Lang who was kneeling.
Yuan Lang stood up and followed behind him.
On the stone steps leading from the Demon Palace to the foot of the mountain, a demon soldier knelt on each level. All of them were dressed in armor and held sharp weapons, but they all bowed respectfully to Ji Fuguang, who was dressed in white and holding a folding fan.
Ji Fuguang preferred quiet, so their movements were silent, but this made Sheng Zhiyi's heart tremble even more.
Nearly a hundred people acted in unison without making a sound.
This demonstrates the strictness of Ji Fuguang's rule.
Standing at the palace gate, Yuan Lang stopped and bowed to Ji Fuguang, asking, "Your Majesty, should we inform others of your return?"
Ji Fuguang looked down from his high vantage point along the long steps and said, "Let them all come back. These past few days have already caused great chaos in the cultivation world."
“Yes, not many of us have awakened. Now quite a few cultivation sects are keeping an eye on us. I’ve heard that many demons outside have suffered heavy losses.” Yuan Lang said solemnly. “I will inform the others immediately that His Majesty has returned to the Demon Palace! They will probably return as soon as they hear the news.”
After speaking, he looked at Sheng Zhiyi, unsure of her identity. After a moment's hesitation, Yuan Lang cautiously spoke:
"Your Majesty, would you like me to find a few maids to attend to this young lady beside you?"
Upon hearing this, Sheng Zhiyi looked at Ji Fuguang.
Ever since she learned that this was a demon palace, she had felt uneasy.
Ji Fuguang could have killed her as easily as crushing an ant, but he brought her to the Demon Palace. What exactly does he want to do?
A gentle breeze in the secret realm lifted Sheng Zhiyi's hair as she watched Ji Fuguang reach out and straighten it.
Then, Ji Fuguang revealed a cold smile and said to Yuan Lang:
"This Miss Sheng Zhiyi is my own junior sister. I have put a lot of effort into her, but unfortunately she is still not very obedient."
Yuan Lang listened respectfully with his head bowed.
Ji Fuguang spoke again: "How can a proper plaything act like this? She doesn't realize her place, so you should help her wake up."
Yuan Lang tentatively inquired:
"Your Majesty, do you mean to imprison her in the water dungeon?"
The water prison operates day and night. Once trapped inside, the rising water level will submerge your mouth and nose. Just when you are about to suffocate, the water level will drop again. This cycle repeats, which is extremely exhausting and will-weary.
Ji Fuguang said calmly, "Lock her up for one night and let her experience the hospitality of the demon race."
Sheng Zhiyi, standing nearby, overheard the two men discussing how to deal with her without any restraint, as if she were not a human being, but some kind of livestock that would not resist and could be disposed of at their disposal.
As expected of the Demon Lord, how cruel and ruthless he is.
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