13 – Edge of Death: Use Your Charm to Seduce Him
Use your seduction art to entice him…
After reluctantly bidding farewell to the two-headed demon lizard, Liu Wuzhi received the second instruction from the villain.
Again, it came through telepathic transmission: “I am already aware of the matters at the Colosseum. Since Baili Zheque favors and indulges you, it is time to consummate the union with him.”
Liu Wuzhi: ?
She questioned the empty room of the inn: “How do I consummate the union?”
Union, copulation, mating. The same thing, yet so many ways to say it?
The air froze for a moment, and a sigh actually echoed in her mind: “Ah Wu, I know your grievances, why must you pretend to be foolish and willful?”
No, she really didn’t know how.
“I have orchestrated the severe injury of the Calamity-Darkness Guardian. For this Auction, Baili Zheque can only take you deeper.”
“Once the Realm Lord of the Defiled Realm gathers the sacrifices, if we can successfully open the ruins of our father, both your and my long-cherished wishes will be fulfilled.”
“Tonight, use your seduction art to entice him. At the appropriate time, I will intervene.”
Incomprehensible words crackled through her mind, leaving Liu Wuzhi dizzy from the noise.
Wuzhi’s Soul couldn’t even be awakened anymore, yet he was still giving orders from afar—how convenient to just talk!
“Be good, I don’t want you to suffer either.” The coaxing turned into a threat, yet the tone remained as intimate as ever.
Liu Wuzhi scratched her head in vain.
Connected through the consciousness sea, brimming with confidence—what exactly was his relationship with Wuzhi?
No matter what, the secret of One Body, Two Souls must never be discovered.
The villain rambled on and on, but still didn’t tell her how exactly to seduce the Demon Lord. Unable to make sense of it, Liu Wuzhi remained dazed for a long time before deciding to first test the Demon Lord’s intentions.
Although unwilling, as the Ember Ruins Guardian, she did have urgent matters to report to the Sovereign Lord.
The moonlight was particularly beautiful tonight.
Although traveling incognito, Baili Zheque still disdained sharing a room with the spy and had booked a top-tier suite for himself alone. After dismissing Yuan Lan, who had come to apologize with a rod on his back, he removed his glasses, pressing his fingers against his right brow bone, enduring the pain with all his might.
Boundless, endless, ceaseless.
A pain that pierced to the bone.
The night air was cold and eerie. The closer it got to midnight, the more intense the pain became. Even breaking his fingers couldn’t distract from the agony in his right eye.
Yet he remained utterly silent, his icy and stern face so calm it seemed to bloom into a faint, cold smile.
Who should he kill tonight? The beautiful spy, or the Calamity-Darkness Guardian? Since he had obtained the Defiled Realm’s beast-controlling token, why not summon a few magical beasts to finish them off?
Suppressed at the brink of eruption, a polite knock shattered the silence.
“Sovereign…” Remembering they were traveling incognito, Liu Wuzhi used the Demon Lord’s temporary alias, “Baili, may I come in?”
How annoying.
A moment later, the door creaked open a crack, revealing a jade-like beautiful face: “Are you sleeping with the lights on?”
He wanted to kill.
The girl standing on the brink of death remained completely unaware, tilting her head to look at Baili Zheque: “You’re not asleep? Why aren’t you answering me?”
He wanted to tear her apart.
In Liu Wuzhi’s view, no answer meant tacit consent. Before the Demon Lord could “airlift” her away, she stepped inside: “Brother Yuan Lan’s injury was part of a scheme. You should be careful when you go to the Auction.”
Baili Zheque narrowed his eyes, a trace of disdain quietly surfacing, easing his killing intent.
What was this? Pretending to defect?
“The Fierce Beast in the Colosseum also had issues.”
At this moment, the Demon Lord maintained his human youth form, his Dragon Horns hidden and his pointed ears transformed into human ones, his intimidating aura somewhat diminished.
Liu Wuzhi grew bolder: “I can tell—the two-headed demon lizard’s bone age is less than a year, yet it’s already reached the ninth rank. It must have been force-matured. Its owner deliberately harmed it.”
Innocent creatures suffering injustice—Little Lingzhi felt indignant, hoping the Demon Lord would uphold justice just like her senior brother.
But Baili Zheque couldn’t care less about such trivial matters.
He only wanted to kill.
Everyone. Anyone.
It didn’t matter. It was all the same.
For instance, right now, as her red lips and white teeth kept moving, Baili Zheque was thinking about which angle to slice open her neck from, pull out her vocal cords, tear apart her throat, and see why she could be so annoyingly noisy.
The accompanying Curse in his right eye clung like a shadow. Since he couldn’t find the one he most wanted to kill—Baili Xuanye—why not vent his anger randomly?
The Demon Lord fell silent, and Liu Wuzhi quieted down as well.
Knocking on the door proactively was partly to waste time and deceive the villain, but she had also genuinely come to probe the situation.
She remembered in the last voice transmission, the villain mentioned injuring the Demon Lord during the rebellion in the three realms. Perhaps the injury was too severe, and Baili Zheque lacked the energy to restore order in the Defiled Realm and uphold justice?
From a distance, she looked the Demon Lord up and down, his demeanor as cold and stern as ever, but she couldn’t find any wounds on him.
Could they be hidden beneath his clothes?
A desolate mountain inn, a lone man and woman. The cold night only made his eyes burn brighter, filled with intense scrutiny. For a man, such a look from a woman carried only one implication.
Disdain overwhelmed the nearly boiling killing intent.
What, even outside the Demon Palace, she still couldn’t resist trying to seduce him?
“Learned some new tricks recently, and now you’re trying the same old game again?”
Hearing the Demon Lord’s question, Liu Wuzhi was stunned.
What tricks had she learned? She didn’t even know herself.
Baili Zheque extended a hand: “Come here.”
His low, hoarse voice held a hint of mockery, and the moonlight in the room seemed tinged with blood.
This scene felt all too familiar to Liu Wuzhi. Sure enough, the next moment, her feet left the ground, and both her body and soul crashed into the Demon Lord’s embrace.
Again, it was midnight. Again, they were by the bed.
Sharp nails pressed against her neck: “What has Baili Xuanye sent you to do this time?”
Baili Xuanye? Was that the villain who only communicated through voice transmissions?
The Demon Lord always threatened people the same way, and Liu Wuzhi was growing weary: “I wanted to check your injuries.”
Baili Zheque wore an expression of unsurprised understanding and pressed further: “If this lord is gravely injured, what will you do?”
Liu Wuzhi’s thoughts were simple. The feud between the villain and the Demon Lord had nothing to do with her. Her most important goal was to please the Demon Lord and find a way home as quickly as possible.
“Copulation” required two people to “succeed,” and the Demon Lord’s opinion mattered too—they needed to discuss it together.
Thus, Little Lingzhi answered honestly: “If your injuries are too severe, I won’t force you to copulate.”
She was afraid he might not be up to it.
The Demon Lord seemed to freeze.
Liu Wuzhi once again pulled out the all-purpose medicine, maintaining her supine position, blinking her eyes as she offered a friendly suggestion: “Or, would you like to take some medicine first?”
Baili Zheque: “…”
Author’s Note: