Vast heavens! Why are you so cruel to me?
Ye Feng couldn’t hold back the grief in his heart and let out a miserable scream. He was the Heaven’s Chosen, yet he was being humiliated like a fool…
At that moment, he actually began to miss Qiu Liu’s kindness.
Mo Hu didn’t care about such trivial things. “Three-colored Snow Lotus, taking it.” “Red Dragon Root, great tonic, mine.” “Meditation Mat, quality item, taking that too.”…
She looted like a bandit. Any treasure she liked, she didn’t leave behind. Ye Feng had no way to protest.
Bandit! A shameless bandit!
All these things were earned through painstaking effort and thousands of exchanged system points, saved for future breakthroughs. Now they were all gone…
Fortunately, Mo Hu wasn’t overly greedy. After taking a few dozen items, she stopped. What she took were all rare treasures. As for techniques, she wasn’t interested. After all, she was already at the Integration stage, and her cultivation techniques were already fixed. Plus, her physique was unique—she was a beast body cultivating demonic Qi—so most techniques weren’t suitable for her.
Seeing this, Ye Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Any more looting, and he wouldn’t even have his underclothes left.
The next moment, Mo Hu picked up a technique and began flipping through it. Ye Feng wanted to say something, but remembering her brutality, he stayed quiet.
After a moment, Mo Hu’s face turned bright red. She snapped the book shut. “So young and already walking crooked paths. You even have dual cultivation techniques. I’m confiscating this on behalf of your master.”
Ye Feng didn’t even know what to say. Compared to walking the wrong path, who could be more twisted than the demon race? Besides, dual cultivation techniques had existed since ancient times. There was even the Joyous Harmony Sect in the outside world, which was known for such methods. Even human cultivators tolerated the existence of the Joyous Harmony Sect, and here she was, blushing like a kettle about to boil!
After finishing, Mo Hu looked back at Ye Feng. “This time, I’ll spare your life for Mo Ke’s sake. But don’t you ever claim to be a friend of the demon race again.”
With those words, she disappeared on the spot.
The cave residence returned to silence.
On the other side, after leaving Ye Feng’s cave, Mo Hu didn’t immediately escape the Three Thousand Dao Sect. Instead, she took out the dual cultivation manual and happily began reading it.
“Wow! There are positions like this?” “Clothes can be worn like that too?” “This manual’s illustrations are basically spring pictures—so indecent.” “Hehe, but they’re fun to look at.”
No doubt she was a pervert.
But what she was really thinking about was finding an opportunity to dual cultivate with Lu Hengge. She had been infatuated with his looks and physique since long ago—even before she took human form. Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
Besides, she’d read in mortal storybooks that men liked married women. She was now the demon emperor’s concubine, a full-fledged married woman. She was sure she’d drive Lu Hengge mad with desire!
For some reason, just imagining her and Lu Hengge entangled in bed, while also giving the demon emperor a green hat, made her so excited her legs trembled.
No! This weird fetish was waking up!
Inside the wooden house, Lu Hengge’s hand flipping through a book paused. He looked up and saw the familiar stunning face.
“You’re back so soon?” Lu Hengge was a bit surprised. Logically speaking, Ye Feng should’ve lingered at the Pill Hall for quite a while, and the matter he asked Mo Hu to handle should have taken longer.
He poured her a cup of water, puzzled. “Why is your face so red?”
Hearing this, Mo Hu quickly rubbed her cheeks and retorted stubbornly, “Nonsense! My face is always like this. Where’s it red?”
Lu Hengge laughed softly. This little fox’s mouth was still as stubborn as ever.
Mo Hu took out a pile of items from her storage ring and placed them on the table. “I looted these from Ye Feng. They’re all yours.”
Lu Hengge glanced at the pile of rare treasures and didn’t show much interest. He didn’t lack medicinal herbs. Even if he did, a visit to the Pill Hall would solve everything. Elder Yao Fan’s personal stash was enough to make anyone envious. Lu Hengge had once seen it himself and almost knelt down to beg to become his disciple.
“Keep them for yourself. They’re not much use to me.”
What Lu Hengge lacked now wasn’t herbs but something that could replace his meridians—something that could help him survive. Poison was one option, but against wary cultivators, its success rate was low and its risks high.
Mo Hu pouted.
“Here, what you wanted.”
A black heart flew into the air.
Lu Hengge caught the demon race’s heart, joy flashing in his eyes. He finally had it.
Right now, the demon race’s heart was the most suitable item for him. It could temporarily replace the function of meridians and spiritual Qi, allowing him to cultivate again—at least for now.
However, Lu Hengge wasn’t sure whether his [Wang Xian Scripture] could operate with demonic Qi. When he created it, he only considered spiritual Qi, not demonic Qi.
“Thank you, little fox.”
Lu Hengge’s gratitude was genuine. Honestly, Mo Hu didn’t have to help him. If she hadn’t come to the Three Thousand Dao Sect, he might’ve even forgotten he had a contract beast named Mo Hu.
Mo Hu raised her chin proudly. But judging from the curve at her lips, she was clearly delighted.
“You should go now.”
Her cheerful expression collapsed instantly. “You’re so eager to kick me out?!”
Lu Hengge gently patted her head, his tone calm. “The longer you stay in the sect, the more dangerous it becomes. Wait for me outside. I’ll come find you after I leave the Sword Prison.”
Hearing this, her face finally eased.
“What’s so great about the Sword Prison? Come with me to the demon race. I have ways to help you cultivate again.”
Mo Hu crossed her arms, full of confidence.
Lu Hengge’s eyes grew cold. “Going to the Sword Prison to rebuild is only part of the goal. The real reason I’m still in the Three Thousand Dao Sect is that there are people I haven’t killed. If they don’t die, I won’t find peace.”
Mo Hu snorted, but said no more. She knew even if she offered to help, Lu Hengge wouldn’t let her stay.
Lu Hengge always preferred to settle his own matters without troubling others.
“You promised. After Sword Prison, you’ll come find me!”
“If you lie, I’ll sneak into the sect again and drag you back to the demon race myself!”
Mo Hu hugged him tightly, resting her cheek against his chest. This familiar scent gave her peace. In countless nights filled with schemes and danger, only this chest let her fall asleep peacefully.
Lu Hengge gently patted her back.
This little fox was still as clingy as ever.
Lu Hengge felt content.
In this life, even if his heart was wrapped in hatred, he wouldn’t fall into the abyss of endless slaughter—because in this world, there were still people he cared about.