Using drugs had its risks. Unless absolutely necessary, Ye Feng didn’t want to go that far. After all, he had spent so much effort using the system to raise Lu Sheng’s favorability to 80%. He just needed a bit more time to max it out. If he messed everything up by drugging her and ruined all his hard work, that would be too great a loss.
Originally, his plan was to have the Hall of Justice imprison Lu Hengge in the Sword Prison. As long as Lu Hengge was separated from Lu Sheng for a hundred years, Ye Feng would be free to constantly appear before her, gain her favor, and raise her affection. By the time Lu Hengge came out of Sword Prison, Ye Feng would’ve already taken Lu Sheng and sealed the deal.
He never expected that Lu Hengge wouldn’t be imprisoned, and that Lu Sheng, feeling guilty, would start caring for him again.
“Damn it! Lu Hengge! It’s all because of you!”
Ye Feng slammed the table with force, and his always-carefully maintained expression twisted as a faint trace of black demonic Qi leaked from his face.
Ye Feng wasn’t born with demonic blood. His demonic Qi was acquired through cultivation. Because of that, whenever his emotions fluctuated strongly, the demonic Qi would uncontrollably leak from his body.
Everything had been going smoothly just days ago—why did it all fall apart so suddenly? Ye Feng couldn’t understand. What went wrong?
Just then, a graceful figure appeared in the cave residence. Ye Feng was shocked at first, but once he saw who it was, he let out a breath of relief.
“My lady, did you succeed with the assassination?”
He asked urgently. As long as Lu Hengge was dead, everything else would fall into place.
Mo Hu’s cold eyes stared at Ye Feng for a long time without replying.
Seeing this, Ye Feng’s heart sank. A strong sense of foreboding surged up.
She failed?
Impossible!
Mo Hu was a powerhouse at the Fusion Realm!
Or… maybe she hadn’t found out where Lu Hengge was?
Ye Feng was just about to ask when, in the next second, he was lifted into the air, a cold hand tightening around his throat. Endless demonic Qi poured from Mo Hu’s body, tearing at Ye Feng’s flesh and even corroding his soul. His screams echoed through the cave.
Fortunately, Ye Feng had installed layers of concealment arrays in his cave. The assorted formations completely blocked any leaks of demonic Qi or sound. No one outside could hear or sense what was happening inside.
“Why did you try to harm me?” Mo Hu asked coldly.
Ye Feng was stunned.
When had he ever harmed Mo Hu?
He wanted to explain, but he couldn’t even speak. Of course, he also couldn’t resist her. Even with a system and the blessing of the Heavenly Dao, he was no match for someone of her level. The difference in realm was just too massive.
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But since it hadn’t, that meant she was furious, but not murderous.
“That bitch Lu Sheng is secretly protecting Lu Hengge, and you still pushed me to kill him? You really wanted me dead, didn’t you?”
Mo Hu’s words struck Ye Feng like a hammer.
“Those not of our race are sure to have different intentions! Mo Ke was too careless, making friends with a backstabbing little wolf.”
Her demonic Qi continued raging.
But her strikes were precisely measured. Enough to make Ye Feng feel soul-crushing agony, but not enough to kill him.
She actually really wanted to kill him. But Lu Hengge had told her not to go that far. She could ignore anyone else, but not Lu Hengge’s words.
And everything happening now? Naturally, it was part of a play Lu Hengge asked her to put on.
Ye Feng’s heart was gripped by fear, mixed with explosive rage—not toward Mo Hu, but toward Lu Sheng. He had assumed Lu Sheng was staying in the Scripture Pavilion these past few days. Who would’ve thought she was secretly guarding Lu Hengge?
It was like catching your wife cheating on you.
To make her act more convincing, Mo Hu deliberately let her demonic Qi run wild. Mixed within was a trace of icy blue cold energy, her face pale, looking clearly injured and unhealed.
Seeing this, Ye Feng’s doubts vanished completely.
That icy blue aura was clearly Lu Sheng’s spiritual Qi.
That bitch Lu Sheng!
Pretending to be in seclusion, but actually protecting Lu Hengge in secret!
Thank goodness he hadn’t personally tried to assassinate Lu Hengge—otherwise, his carefully maintained image as the kind and upright junior disciple would have completely collapsed.
“My… lady… I didn’t know…” Ye Feng gasped through clenched teeth.
Mo Hu, of course, knew he hadn’t known.
Suddenly, she snatched away Ye Feng’s storage ring. With her Fusion Realm strength, it was as easy as breathing. In the blink of an eye, countless rare treasures and cultivation manuals spilled out across the entire cave, nearly filling it to the brim.
Ye Feng panicked.
His ring contained many valuable items, including the dual cultivation manual the system had given him. But he couldn’t move, and could only watch as his precious treasures were tossed around like garbage.
“This little green tea boy sure is loaded,” Mo Hu clicked her tongue.
Most Nascent Soul Realm cultivators didn’t have half of what Ye Feng had. And many of his items were truly rare, even making a Fusion Realm cultivator like her tempted.
She swallowed and forced herself to suppress her desire. Lu Hengge’s instructions weren’t finished yet. She casually flipped through the items, then picked out the Heart of the Demon Race.
“You’re not worthy to be a friend of the demon race. I’m taking this heart back.”
Ye Feng panicked, writhing like a worm in her hand.
He couldn’t lose the Heart of the Demon Race! It was the source of his demonic Qi cultivation. Without it, how could he continue?
It was like having his entire cultivation path cut off.
What, was he supposed to go full body cultivator now?
“My lady… that heart was a gift from Brother Mo Ke. You can’t take it back!”
Ye Feng reached out to snatch it.
The next second—both his arms were sliced off.
Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering the cave.
“I am the Emperor’s concubine, Mo Ke’s second mother. You think he’d dare question me for taking back one Heart of the Demon Race?”
“If you hadn’t reminded me, I would’ve forgotten. Once I return to the demon race, I’ll be sure to mention this to the Emperor and have him keep an eye on his precious son—so he doesn’t keep making trash friends like you.”
Ye Feng didn’t dare say a word.
What could he do? She was the Emperor’s concubine.
With that relationship, he didn’t even dare think a harsh thought—only cry silently.
But his Dao heart was cracking.
Since birth, Ye Feng had never suffered such humiliation and defeat. It crushed his state of mind, even causing his Golden Core to show signs of damage. His Golden Core Realm cultivation began to decline visibly.