23 – Suffering from Atrophy, How Did You Seduce…
Demonic sound as a gu.
No lie could ever deceive the Demon Lord.
Liu Wuzhi’s eyes were vacant, but her mind raced.
A Fallen Immortal? No wonder she could use Immortal Techniques to open Wuzhi’s Abyssal Ruins—it was originally her own Spirit Mansion. Which sect had Wuzhi belonged to before?
Her mouth moved uncontrollably, spitting out words: “I am… Liu…”
—Wait, wait, wait, I can’t say that!
The interrogation was interrupted by a beast’s roar.
Yuan Lan, riding a Bone-Eroding Wolf, watched as his Sovereign Lord sat side by side with the spy, whispering endlessly. Suppressing his heartache and anxiety, he reported, “Sovereign Lord, this bamboo scroll is actually a fragment of a transaction ledger documenting the Defiled Realm’s large-scale human trafficking, the torture and killing of cultivators, the forcible seizure of Spiritual Plants, and the poisoning of magical beasts.”
Was this thing forged by the spy beauty? Or was it real?
If it were real, to have established such an extensive covert network, there were likely accomplices even within the Demon Palace.
The Demon Lord slowly shifted his gaze, still appearing indifferent.
Having nearly revealed her true name, Liu Wuzhi felt a lingering fear. She quickly shook her head to break free from the control and, hugging the two-headed demon lizard, added, “I told you, they’re still very young babies, forcibly matured by someone.”
These weren’t Fierce Beasts at all—they were clearly all cubs.
The two-headed demon lizard and the Bone-Eroding Wolf both let out an “awoo” in agreement.
Yuan Lan continued, “Driving beasts to kill, shaking the rule—it’s all connected to the sacrificial ruins.”
Fortunately, the Sovereign Lord decisively destroyed the decoy tomb and did not recklessly open the ruins’ legacy. Otherwise, who knows what kind of turmoil spanning both realms it might have triggered.
As a shocking conspiracy began to surface, Baili Zheque showed no reaction. He raised his hand and summoned the Sky-Burning Zither. “Since they’re engaging in underground dealings, I’ll first tear open this land vein for Baili Xuanye to see.”
Just as he was about to rise, his sleeve was suddenly tugged.
“Your injuries haven’t been treated yet. Don’t go fighting,” Liu Wuzhi, beside him, added while holding onto Baili Zheque’s sleeve.
Her clear, bright eyes held the same concern as when she cared for the demon beast cubs. The man’s movement to draw his sword abruptly halted.
In her eyes, the Demon Lord—who had destroyed ruins, killed a Realm Lord, and commanded countless beasts—was simply not well.
She had to inquire about every injured person—how could there be someone so meddlesome?
Perhaps due to the lingering effects of the Sound Gu, Liu Wuzhi blurted out, “If injured areas aren’t rested, the damage will spread and worsen.”
She released his sleeve and quickly glanced at the Demon Lord’s right eye, concealed by a crystal lens. “You’re so beautiful—it would be a shame to rot away.”
Yuan Lan: !
Rot away? Rot what away? Was she actually insulting the Sovereign Lord?
A blood-tinged wind swept across the wilderness, and dark, heavy clouds seemed to brew a storm. The Demon Lord said nothing, only letting his gaze linger on the girl’s fingertips for half a moment longer.
In this world, there were many who wished for Baili Zheque to die. He simply made sure those people died first.
But how should he deal with those who wanted him to live?
His slender fingers lightly tapped the cold jade body of the zither. “I have no interest in love. Best to abandon your foolish delusions early.”
Yuan Lan nodded in agreement. Liu Wuzhi seemed to understand, yet not quite.
The Demon Lord was even more unruly than any magical beast. She couldn’t force him either, so she sighed helplessly.
Different species—so hard to communicate.
The closer they drew to the Demon Palace, the more perilous it became. Injuries did not affect the Demon Lord’s combat prowess; instead, they made him even more unrestrained.
Severed limbs and heads flew everywhere as Baili Zheque fought his way through in a frenzied slaughter. Yuan Lan tried in vain to dissuade him while also cleaning up the battlefield. Seeing him overwhelmed, Liu Wuzhi voluntarily joined in to help.
Once the battle concluded, the previously chattering girl fell silent, her slender figure struggling through the bloody mire. Yuan Lan felt a rare flicker of sympathy.
The Sovereign Lord had killed too many people—she was probably scared out of her wits.
But upon closer inspection, the supposedly terrified girl had somehow found a shovel and was intently digging into the soil.
Was she preparing a burial site in advance? But why was she scooping the blood-soaked earth into her Cosmic Bag?
As if sensing the Calamity-Darkness Guardian’s gaze, Liu Wuzhi lifted her dust-streaked, delicate face and flashed him a radiant smile. “The soil from a pile of corpses is truly fertile!”
Perfect for taking back to the Demon Palace for planting!
Yuan Lan: ?
While the front cleared the path and the rear harvested, Liu Wuzhi huffed and puffed as she dug holes, thoroughly enjoying herself.
The old masters of the Azure Mist Sect were wrong—the demon realm wasn’t a wasteland at all, but an untapped treasure trove!
Parched, scorched soil paired with blood-soaked, damp earth was just right for cultivating all kinds of Spiritual Plants and Poisonous Herbs. Add some suitable corpses as fertilizer, and everything was ready—all that was missing was open land.
Boundless joy surged through the demonic realm like a tidal wave. So elated, Liu Wuzhi even began humming a nursery rhyme.
Joy and fear rose and fell in turn, creating a stark contrast of ice and fire. The happier the person behind him became, the more fiercely the Demon Lord in front slaughtered.
As the assassins were thrown to the ground, dying, what they saw was this shocking scene—
The mingled scents of blood and earth, a crimson veil shrouding heaven and earth. A soft, feminine voice stood out starkly against the surroundings: “That one won’t do, it’s not dead yet… This one’s dead but too old, not enough nutrients…”
Her plain skirt fluttered gracefully, her slender figure elegant, her brownish-purple hair tied into twin buns, the ribbon bows swaying gently with her movements. She nimbly leaped over corpse after corpse, crouching down to inspect each one as if strolling through a spring garden.
After picking and choosing for a long while, the girl picked up a head, tapped it, and her eyes curved into crescents. She untied the tattered clothes of the dead man, pulled out the already severed arm, and dismembered it as if harvesting crops.
“Limbs make good base fertilizer for Poisonous Herbs, and internal organs can speed up fermentation,” Liu Wuzhi muttered to herself. “Let’s collect some bone ash and brain matter too.”
“???”
“!!!”
The dismemberment scene was absurd and horrifying. The assassins felt chills run down their spines, gradually breaking down.
If even the maid was like this, what about her master?
Not even the corpses were spared! Baili Zheque, how could you be so vicious!
In the face of the Demon Lord, any crisis was insignificant.
Only when confronted with the bows of the Demon Palace’s residents did Liu Wuzhi remember that besides her identity as a beauty, she was also the Demon Lord’s Ember Ruins Guardian. Assisting the Sovereign Lord in cleansing the Defiled Realm this time counted as a merit.
Merit deserved reward, so she openly moved into Su Ye’s former courtyard and cleared out a temporary little garden. Liu Wuzhi poured out all the soil and fertilizer she had collected along the way, dug pits with the help of magical beasts, and planned to start sowing.
Busy until the dead of night, a familiar dizziness washed over her mind, accompanied by the sensation of being watched.
“How exactly did you seduce Baili Zheque?” The villain suppressed days of accumulated anger, the sound of grinding teeth almost audible. “Why did the ruins fail to open?”
Liu Wuzhi had already discovered that the antagonist could only transmit messages during dawn and dusk, and when the Demon Lord was present, he didn’t dare to connect with her at all.
If she lied, the Heart-Entangling Silk inside her would immediately flare up. Liu Wuzhi chose to tell part of the truth: “I’m already sleeping in the Sovereign Lord’s bed. Doesn’t that count as seduction?”
It was just that the Demon Lord wasn’t there.
The antagonist, Baili Xuanye himself, was unaware of this discrepancy in information.
The seduction cultivator he had meticulously nurtured was irresistible to men once they tasted her, and she held a fatal allure for dragonkind. Baili Xuanye himself had restrained from indulging, so how could Baili Zheque, a mere inferior breed, remain unmoved while sharing a bed with her?
Even more bizarrely, according to his informant’s report, on the night Wuzhi attended the bedchamber in the Demon Palace, Baili Zheque had entered and exited the bedchamber twice. Each time, his stay was brief, and his expression was flustered and angry.
“…” It was best not to dwell on the details.
“Inside the ruins, did Baili Zheque touch you?”
Liu Wuzhi nodded: “He touched me many times. The Sovereign Lord pinned me against his father’s coffin board and poured—uh, fed me a lot of blood… But he just couldn’t do it.”
“We can’t mate.”
How many times did she have to emphasize that they were different species?
The immortal herb wasn’t lying, but for humans, this “couldn’t do it” wasn’t the same as that “couldn’t do it.”
With external factors ruled out, only internal ones remained.
“………………”
The former royal clan of the demon realm had never considered the possibility that their archenemy might suffer from impotence.
In his youthful memories, after every battle, it was a time for everyone to vent and seek pleasure. Only Baili Zheque never engaged with female cultivators. Baili Xuanye had always thought this was the self-restraint of a deeply calculating man. It turned out it was because he couldn’t handle a beauty.
Hah, Baili Zheque, you truly are pathetic.
His derailed train of thought was reined in just as it was about to plunge into the Abyss. Cunning and suspicious by nature, Baili Xuanye didn’t jump to conclusions immediately. After a pause, he said to Liu Wuzhi, “Open your consciousness sea. Let me inspect your body.”
If Wuzhi truly had no issues, then the problem must lie with Baili Zheque.
With this flaw exposed, even if it might not help him reclaim the throne, it would be enough to tarnish the Demon Lord’s reputation.
Liu Wuzhi wasn’t deeply knowledgeable about cultivation, but she knew the consciousness sea was an extremely private domain and shouldn’t be opened to outsiders casually.
Although consciousness sea contact didn’t involve the physical body, it directly touched the Divine Soul, which was worse than physical violation. If he succeeded, not only would her cultivation be damaged, but it would also leave an indelible mark on her Divine Soul.
“Don’t resist, my A’Wu.” His whisper was sticky, tinged with a hint of disdainful mockery. “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”
Liu Wuzhi wanted to struggle, but she couldn’t break free from the restraints of the black energy. Her body no longer obeyed her commands, as if manipulated by invisible threads. The antagonist’s Divine Sense probed deep into her Divine Soul like a venomous snake, bringing waves of sharp pain and bone-chilling cold wherever it passed.
No, she absolutely couldn’t let him get closer! It would expose that she wasn’t Wuzhi!
What should she do! This was terrifying!
“It hurts… stop…”
At the moment when excruciating pain swept through her entire body, a sudden change occurred. Surging demon energy tore through the void, violently shaking the entire consciousness sea. Purple Demon Flames bloomed in her spiritual platform, blazing wildly, crisscrossing and invading, reducing Baili Xuanye’s Divine Sense to ashes.
The night wind stilled in the small courtyard.
Liu Wuzhi struggled to open her eyes, only to see that person holding her with one arm, the moonlight casting a dark edge along his profile. His slender fingers lightly rested against her shoulder blade, and she could feel the slight coolness of his calloused fingertips brushing against her clothing.
Purple strands of hair slipped from his shoulder as he looked down at her. His left eye housed a cold deity, while his right eye harbored a malicious demon—desolate yet magnificent, utterly dangerous.
The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons peered through her pupils at another person, his tone unfathomably cool: “Inspect your body? Why don’t I first inspect whether your divine soul is worthy enough to accompany my wine.”
It was like rain after a long drought, spring reviving withered wood.
Each word struck like shattering jade against stone, tightening the strings in her heart to their limit.
Caught between the Demon Lord and the antagonist, even though having an abnormal divine soul discovered by anyone would be extremely dangerous, Liu Wuzhi suddenly felt a strange calm at the center of the storm.
In the Immortal Sect, the Demon Lord was a figure to be feared.
Little Immortal Grass didn’t know why, but at this moment, seeing Baili Zheque, she wasn’t afraid at all.
Author’s Note:
Antagonist: The Dual Cultivation Secret Art couldn’t possibly be flawed! Either you’re incapable, or he is! I’ll verify it myself!
Zhizhi: Is it possible… that the truly incapable one is you?
Botanical Garden + Zoological Garden construction, commence! Even though the Demon Lord is incapable, Zhizhi will continue her seduction mission (?)
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Continuing to seek collections for the upcoming silly sweet story After Being Bound by a Love Gu with the Sword Ancestor, synopsis below:
【Easygoing Sword Ancestor x Worldly Wealthy Flower】
【We Had No Fate, It’s All Thanks to My Money】
Zong Shishi was born with the luck of a koi fish, immensely wealthy and blessed with heavenly fortune.
Until she was bound by a life-and-death love gu with Sword Ancestor Cen Jue—a man rumored to have split the heavens with a single swordstroke, yet so poor his robes were patched.
Cen Jue needed money badly.
Zong Shishi cherished her life dearly.
The two reached an unspoken, somewhat shady underground agreement.
The first time the gu flared up, the young man in snow-white robes lay still, allowing her to proceed, his entire demeanor screaming “strictly business.”
Zong Shishi paid gloomily, the experience utterly unsatisfactory.
Later, Zong Shishi got smarter. Beforehand, she’d slap a bag of top-grade spirit stones on the table: “Smile for me, an extra thousand taels?”
Cen Jue opened his ascetic eyes, paused for a moment, then stiffly curved the corner of his mouth.
Later still, she lay limp and boneless by the bed, too weak to even fetch money: “C-can I owe you for one session…”
But Cen Jue’s palm was already pressed against her back, gently channeling spiritual power into her. His low, husky voice brushed past her ear: “Charged per session. I still have seventeen left.”
…Wait, how did she end up in debt?
【Mini Theater】
Zong Shishi accidentally learned that the deadly love gu had actually been resolved half a year ago.
She stared blankly at the man by the bed, as pure and transcendent as snow covering pine.
Then now…
What was the meaning of him loosening his robes and lying down so willingly?
#Those Years of Sponsoring the Sword Ancestor
#Bending for Money Is Only Natural
#Wait, Weren’t We in a Purely Financial Relationship?