Bold demon, release my Master
He Xuan was the first to enter and, after a thorough inspection, was able to confirm.
“Chief Hu, this person is your concubine, Bái Hé.”
Chief Hu first let out a gasp, then turned pale with fright and collapsed to the ground.
Mu Lingyan carefully observed his expression—only shock, no grief.
Liǔ Niáng had been huddled behind Chief Hu, but after he fell, she quickly moved to He Xuan’s side.
Her tone was pitiful: “What? It’s actually Sister Bái Hé? Immortal Lord, I’m so scared…”
Her ample chest, whether intentionally or not, brushed against He Xuan’s arm.
He Xuan shot her a disgusted glance, startling Liǔ Niáng into retreating three steps, speechless.
“Disciple, go check Bái Hé’s room.”
Mu Lingyan: “Yes, Master.”
Finally, He Xuan added: “Xiao Jiu, you go too.”
Ruan Jiujiu: “Got it, Master!”
Mu Lingyan and Ruan Jiujiu walked quickly, with Ruan Jiujiu’s face pale. She said, “Senior Sister, this skin-peeling demon is so vicious. Even with Master stationed at the Hu residence, it dared to commit murder.”
“Exactly, and it happened in my room. Is this a show of force against the Immortal Sect?”
The two chatted casually, and in no time, they arrived at Bái Hé’s room.
After entering, Ruan Jiujiu looked around and said, “Nothing seems out of the ordinary…”
For others, it might indeed seem ordinary, but for Mu Lingyan, it was different.
She stood by the small table on the bed and picked up the half-embroidered lotus.
The lotus on the handkerchief was entwined with faint traces of demonic energy.
But why was this demon so powerful that it could evade her detection, yet now leave this demonic energy here?
Was it unintentional…
Or…
Deliberately left for her to see?
“Senior Sister, let’s go back. This place feels so eerie!” Ruan Jiujiu poked her goosebump-covered arm, nervously glancing around.
Mu Lingyan put down the handkerchief, hummed in agreement, and the two walked out of the room.
They hurried away…
Unexpectedly, as they reached the doorway, a muffled groan from He Xuan came from inside the room.
Mu Lingyan’s face darkened, and she rushed into the room to find He Xuan tied to a chair, already unconscious.
The ropes binding him were the Demon Realm’s God-binding Chains.
Chief Hu lay collapsed on the ground, while Liǔ Niáng stood before He Xuan, her crimson tongue extended, drooling over him.
Ruan Jiujiu’s voice trembled with anger: “Bold demon! What do you intend to do to my Master?”
Mu Lingyan’s lips parted and closed.
Junior Sister, you stole my line—
Liǔ Niáng, or perhaps now she should be called the skin-peeling demon.
She turned around leisurely, scanning Ruan Jiujiu from head to toe: “Hmph, a little brat without even a chest! What are you shouting about?”
Mu Lingyan: !!
As the saying goes, don’t expose someone’s shortcomings—you demon, that’s going too far!
Ruan Jiujiu indeed flew into a rage, hands on her hips, shouting: “What did you say, you wretched demon? Having a chest makes you special? You’re still a shameless, skin-stealing monster!”
Liǔ Niáng’s seductive face flushed red with anger, and she gritted her teeth: “What! Did! You! Say!”
“I said you have no skin and no shame, taking advantage of others! Release my Master now, or I’ll skin you alive and pull out your tendons!”
Mu Lingyan held onto Ruan Jiujiu, who was flailing her limbs wildly, to prevent her from charging forward and throwing herself into the lion’s den.
Master was injured during his trip to the Demon Realm, so he must have been ambushed by this monstrous creature.
According to the true “Mu Lingyan’s” Immortal Arts, she could have fought against this skin-peeling demon, but now she was just a modern-day shut-in.
So, their combat ability was really lacking!
“Hmph, so what if you peel skin? This humble servant doesn’t even fancy your hide.”
Liǔ Niáng’s eyes flickered as she spoke with enchanting charm: “If I were to peel skin, I’d peel your senior sister’s. Oh my, that natural demoness appearance is truly tantalizing!”
Ruan Jiujiu: “Bah! You demoness, my senior sister is the head disciple of Worry-Free Peak, a figure of immortal grace!”
Mu Lingyan was utterly overwhelmed.
Whether in modern times or the cultivation world, do women really have to bicker before fighting?
“Enough noise!” Liǔ Niáng waved her sleeve, sending a wave of demonic energy toward Ruan Jiujiu.
Ruan Jiujiu’s eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
Mu Lingyan: …
“Don’t worry, after this humble servant enjoys your master, I’ll peel off your skin too.”
“Since you’re so well-behaved and quiet, why not let you watch this live spring palace scene?”
“Giggle, giggle…”
As she laughed, her body trembled like swaying flowers, a sight that sent chills down one’s spine.
Just as Liǔ Niáng reached her pale hand toward He Xuan’s collar, Mu Lingyan could bear it no longer. She shouted loudly: “Wait!”
Liǔ Niáng frowned, her aura turning fierce: “What? Do you want to end up like your talkative junior sister?”
Mu Lingyan thought quickly and said with a smile: “Not at all, but…”
“I notice your skin is already deteriorating. Why not stop now, find a secluded place to change into better skin, and then engage in those ecstatic pleasures with this immortal?”
No one in the room noticed that when Mu Lingyan said “ecstatic pleasures,” He Xuan’s eyelashes trembled slightly.
Liǔ Niáng seemed quite tempted.
She had indeed used this skin for a long time.
If her flesh happened to decay while dual cultivating with the Immortal Lord, wouldn’t that spoil the fun?
“What you say isn’t wrong, but aren’t you afraid of death?”
Mu Lingyan feigned bitterness: “Of course I am, but I can’t defeat you. I’m only at the early Golden Core Realm, after all.”
“What’s the use of fear? Since I’m being sensible, Liǔ Niáng, just make it quick.”
Liǔ Niáng swayed her hips as she walked up to Mu Lingyan, her crimson-painted lips parting slightly.
“To be honest, if your skin weren’t so tempting, this humble servant would be reluctant to kill such a sensible cultivator.”
“What a pity…”
Mu Lingyan neither agreed nor disagreed, her expression calm: “Let’s find a secluded place to change skins. Then, after you bathe and burn incense, you can savor this jade-like Immortal Lord. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”
Liǔ Niáng felt pleased by these words: “You really know how to handle things. How about I peel your skin, find you a human hide, and then you follow me back to the Demon Realm?”
After saying this, she actually looked covetously at Ruan Jiujiu.
“I’ll temporarily use your junior sister’s skin. Though plain, it’ll do.”
Mu Lingyan: Why does this monster keep worrying about whether I die or not?
She waved her hands repeatedly: “No need, Liǔ Niáng. I’m willing to offer my skin precisely to beg you to spare my junior sister.”
The other woman shook her round fan, swayed her hips as she stepped over the threshold, then turned back to ask: “Wait, that’s strange. This is your master—how can you bear to let me humiliate him?”
Why are demons nowadays so long-winded? I’m really fed up, Mu Lingyan complained to the System in her Sea of Consciousness.
But on the surface, he feigned utmost obedience: “It’s his fortune to be enjoyed by you. I witnessed Liǔ Niáng’s skills in bed last night.”
“Ah! How shameless—”
“If it weren’t for that Mr. Hu being so useless, this humble one’s skills would have been even more thrilling…”
As the two figures grew farther away.
He Xuan slowly opened his eyes.
His dark pupils surged with madness.
Overwhelmed by rage, a crimson flush stained the cool corners of his eyes…