Feeling the chilling breath on his neck, Sheng Ning's eyes darkened.
She looked up and glanced around, a smile suddenly appearing in her eyes. "Demon Lord, look what that is?"
Xuanming looked in the direction she was pointing, and his pupils contracted when he saw a huge divine artifact set up not far away.
He tightened his grip on Sheng Ning, and when he raised his eyes again, sensing the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him, he saw that Su Daiyuan and the others had already surrounded him.
And Sheng Ning now has a small dragon about the length of an arm in her hand.
A soft sigh escaped his throat, and Sheng Ning's smiling voice rang in his ears.
"Actually, you shouldn't have brought me up here. My senior brothers don't know how to enter the Demon Realm, and you still had time to kill me."
"It's just a pity..."
As a sigh of regret rang out, Xuanming was about to make his move.
But while he moved quickly, the worm in Sheng Ning's hand moved even faster.
Having inherited the Azure Dragon's legacy, the Pig Insect's divine power is many times stronger than before.
With a single breath of dragon's breath, Xuanming's already sickly pale face was instantly covered in frost.
As the Demon Lord, Xuanming would not be easily frozen by the dragon's breath.
The worm can only delay things for a short time.
It was during this brief moment that Sheng Ning escaped from his arms, while Su Daiyuan and the others took out their Immortal Binding Ropes and bound him tightly.
When Xuanming broke free of his body, which had been frozen by the dragon's breath, and regained his senses, he found himself tied to a roof beam.
Sheng Ning, who was just a short while ago being manipulated by him, is now making roast goose with her fellow apprentices...
"Sheng Ning—"
The sound of gritted teeth and clenched teeth echoed from above.
Sheng Ning initially thought she had misheard and didn't take it seriously.
They threw the bark of the ghost locust tree into the fire, and with a sizzling sound, the bark seemed to be thrown into a pot of boiling oil, and a thousand screams pierced the sky.
"This thing is still alive?"
Yu also poked at the fire with a branch of the ghost locust tree. Seeing a plume of black smoke rising from the fire, he frowned immediately. "Is this stuff poisonous?"
"If I use this to make roast goose for Master, won't he be poisoned?"
Sheng Ning glanced at the fire that was emitting black smoke and nodded in agreement, "Let's start a new fire, otherwise it's unhealthy and Master will get diarrhea if he eats it."
Cultivators in the cultivation world hardly eat anything; even if they eat croton, they might only fart a couple of times.
If that incomparably handsome old man farted after eating roast goose...
Sheng Ning couldn't imagine that scene. Her eyes twitched slightly, and she turned to look at her fifth senior brother beside her. "Fifth senior brother, your Red Lotus Flame."
"Sheng Ning!"
When the man's hoarse voice came from above again, Sheng Ning, who finally remembered that someone was still hanging from the rafters, raised her head.
Seeing that Xuanming, who originally had a pale face, now seemed to have been smothered by the black smoke, his entire face had turned black.
When a soft chuckle rang in her ears, Sheng Ning turned her head to look at Yu Ye, "Fourth Senior Brother, don't laugh too loudly."
"The Demon Lord is in poor health. What if we anger him and cause him to do something awful?"
Xuanming has lived for tens of thousands of years, and apart from Sheng Ning, who saved the world, he has never encountered such a daring cultivator.
Having never suffered such humiliation before, a fierce expression appeared on his blackened face. "Put me down."
Sheng Ning asked his fifth senior brother for a new ball of Red Lotus Fire, lit a pile of firewood, and stuck the large white goose he had caught in the backyard—which was now starving and plucked—onto the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword.
Upon hearing Xuanming say he wanted to go down, Sheng Ning flipped the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword over and said, "No."
"Sheng Ning!!!"
Xuanming almost ground his back teeth to powder.
He coldly stared at Sheng Ning below, and when he saw that Su Daiyuan and the others were all staring at him, he immediately glared at them and said, "What are you looking at?!"
Sheng Ning doesn't know how to make roast goose; at most, he can only roast a large white goose.
The movements of flipping the white goose became more and more skillful, and in addition to the smell of burning wood, the air gradually filled with the aroma of roasting meat.
Xuanming's Adam's apple bobbed as he saw that none of the people below wanted to talk to him.
He moved his limbs, and only after his gaze fell on himself did he realize with a start that he was bound by more than five Immortal Binding Ropes.
How afraid they are that he will run away?
With bloodshot eyes, Xuanming stared wide-eyed, his gaze almost bursting.
If his entire face hadn't been blackened by the smoke, Sheng Ning and the others would have noticed that his face was no longer sickly pale as soon as they looked up.
Instead, it was the color of a liver after feeling embarrassed and annoyed.
The mighty Demon Lord was bound hand and foot to the roof beam in such a way.
At this moment, how is he any different from the roast goose in Sheng Ning's hand?!
"Sheng Ning, if you don't release me, my men will come and kill you on the spot!"
The threatening words rang out again overhead.
Sheng Ning finally looked up at him again, "The Demon Lord is joking. Your subordinates probably don't know your current situation."
After tearing off a piece of nearly roasted goose meat and tasting it, Sheng Ning frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "Third Senior Brother, when you refine pills, do you know any spiritual plants that taste good?"
It's too bland.
It smells delicious, but it doesn't taste good at all.
Lu Jingshen never imagined that the spiritual plants he usually used for alchemy would one day be used as seasonings.
Watching her junior sister skillfully crush the spiritual plants and spread them on the roast goose before putting it back on the fire, she finally looked up again.
"Demon Lord, it's actually quite simple for us to release you."
"I want you to take back those goddess statues."
A clear, melodious voice rang out in the room.
The wind picked up outside, and the howling wind pounded against the door, making a thumping sound.
Upon hearing her words, Xuanming's already unpleasant expression instantly turned even more grim.
"Wishful thinking." He gritted his teeth again.
"You might as well take me with you. Once my men discover I'm missing, they'll kill you on the spot."
Sheng Ning had anticipated that he would say that.
With a slight upturn of her lips, she handed the Eight-Star Kunwu Sword to her third senior brother beside her, clapped her hands, and stood up.
She walked over to where Xuanming was, looked up and met his eyes. "The Demon Lord is right. Once someone discovers you are missing, they will surely find me and kill me."
"So to avoid this from happening, I specially set up a small formation in Youyun City, leaving a trace of your aura within it."
“All the demonic cultivators know that you have come to Youyun City. If you do not return for a long time, they will come looking for you. When they sense your presence in the formation, they will feel at ease.”
"After all, your health is poor, Demon Lord, and you may collapse at any time. Your subordinates would certainly not dare to disturb you easily in order to keep you well."
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