Chapter 115: Greetings, Master

“Let’s go, quickly! We need to find Qin Sister!”

Xiao Xinran snapped out of it, grabbing Yun Liu’s hand, ready to flee the hall.

This was not an enemy the two of them could handle!

Jing Rui’s figure flashed like a specter, blocking the doorway.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, demonic energy swirling, already furious—she had simply underestimated them earlier.

“Go where? The whole ship is filled with my people. Your Qin Sister can’t protect herself either!”

Xiao Xinran drew her sword and slashed, crimson clouds and scarlet waves crashing down toward the demoness’s head.

Ding!

Jing Rui merely raised a hand and blocked it with ease.

The black bracelet transformed into a spiked demonic wheel, clamping down tightly on the Spirit Sword.

“You think your Sunset Sword Classic can stop me?”

With another wave, Jing Rui sent out a blast of sinister demonic energy like a cannon, shattering the girl’s Protective Spirit Shield.

Xiao Xinran was hurled back, letting out a muffled groan as she slammed into a pillar and lost consciousness.

Jing Rui rubbed her stomach, still in some pain, resentment simmering within.

“Sigh, I didn’t want to make this scene so ugly. But you forced me. Now, not only does Jing Tan’er have to die, none of the Shenhua Sect disciples will be left alive!”

Not a single whisper of the Saintess’s plan could be leaked.

“Who dies first, that’s a hard call to make.”

Yun Liu ignored Xiao Xinran, smiling at Madam Black Crow with unshakable confidence.

“Little brat, don’t think just because the Shanhai Pavilion backs you I won’t dare touch you. If we could cripple you once, we can do it a second time. Careful, you might lose your life this time!”

“Enough boasting. If you’re going to act, then do it.”

After one probing attack, Yun Liu made no further move, only curling his finger in a taunting gesture.

He had considered many ways to subdue Jing Rui.

Head-on confrontation was a last resort—and now, knowing the existence of the princess’s stand-in, reckless action was even less an option.

So, he decided to choose the most interesting method.

Jing Rui, instead of growing angry, burst out laughing, her eyes suddenly shimmering with a bewitching, alluring light.

“Look into my eyes!”

“I am. So, what then?”

Yun Liu’s smile froze.

His gaze dulled, dazed, a look of intoxication overtaking his face.

“Ha! I thought the Divine Soul of a Heavenly Dao Pill Master was something extraordinary, but in the end, you’re still a Foundation Establishment ant!”

With a snap of her fingers, Jing Rui’s Divine Sense enveloped Yun Liu.

Enchanting Heart Seduction activated.

The youth’s face became slack, and he stepped forward, entranced.

With the East Extreme Pavilion Master now her captive, things would be much easier.

This was a major achievement for the Holy Sect!

“………….”

Yun Liu’s eyes were empty.

His body seemed out of his control as he pulled Jing Rui into his arms, encircling her waist.

Jing Rui pressed against Yun Liu’s chest, her voice low and seductive.

“But your arrogant look is cute too. To think you dared lay such a heavy hand on me. Later, you’ll have to properly compensate me in bed!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t drain you dry—at most, I’ll make sure you can’t get out of bed until we reach Yudu. After all, you’re more valuable alive than dead.”

What did it matter if he was the Shanhai Pavilion Lord?

As long as he was a man, he couldn’t escape her grasp.

Jing Rui smiled with pride, stroking Yun Liu’s head.

Another plaything added to her collection.

Yet, instead of risqué words, a cold voice brushed her ear.

“You think you can seduce me with such petty skills?”

“You!?”

Jing Rui’s hair stood on end.

She looked up in alarm to find the boy’s eyes suddenly clear, his gaze mocking.

She tried to break free, but it was too late.

His arms, iron-strong, locked around her neck and waist.

“Seize!”

Yun Liu commanded softly.

Jing Rui screamed, clutching her head in pain, unable to control her Qi Sea any longer.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, on the Divine Soul’s field, Madam Black Crow knelt trembling.

A colossal shadow loomed before her.

Jing Rui struggled to raise her head.

She saw only a towering, mysterious apparition—like a giant bursting into her private chamber.

The white-robed youth she had just called an ant could now crush her with a single step.

“How is your Divine Sense so powerful?!”

Jing Rui’s cry echoed with terror.

Yun Liu had not wasted his days as the Shanhai Pavilion Lord.

He had never slacked off in the Tianxing Method and had found inspiration from Mister Canghai and Li Su, further refining his Divine Soul and mastering the Divine Sense secret techniques from memory.

Among them, the most effective was the Demonic Sect secret art.

Enchanting Heart Seduction was convenient and potent.

Did she think he couldn’t use it?

The giant’s shadow looked down on the tiny figure, eyes flickering with a ghostly fire.

Strange and bewitching, it launched the same Divine Sense attack.

“Sever Emotions, Disorder Spirit, Fix Severance!”

The familiar Demonic Sect incantation shattered Jing Rui’s composure, scattering her spirit.

What is this brat planning to do to me!?

“How do you know my… Hehuan Banner Secret Technique?”

“Don’t you ask too many questions?”

“No—! I was wrong, Mister Yun! Please don’t kill me—I failed to recognize greatness, and you are magnanimous. I’ll serve as a slave or maid, never daring to challenge the authority of Shanhai Pavilion again!”

Jing Rui struggled in anguish, her Divine Soul avatar prostrating and pleading incessantly, fully aware of her desperate position.

When one’s Divine Soul is enslaved, all cultivation is meaningless.

Even a Golden Core Cultivator’s Divine Soul was powerless against the youth’s, unable to resist as the shadow breached her defenses, binding her spirit.

Divine Sense secret techniques were perilous—one should never use them against a stronger opponent.

To enslave Yun Liu, Jing Rui had opened her Sea of Consciousness, and as she invaded, she left herself completely defenseless.

For decades, the Hehuan demoness had brought chaos to the dynasty—never had she imagined being trapped herself.

Now, she couldn’t hope to drive him out.

The battle in the Sea of Consciousness was utterly one-sided.

In moments, the pain faded from Jing Rui’s face.

Yun Liu released her, adjusting his robe.

The black-robed woman collapsed, her beautiful features flushed and dazed.

Jing Rui’s gaze was panicked, disbelief lingering in her eyes.

After a long pause, she slowly rose, biting her lip, kneeling obediently at the boy’s feet with head bowed.

“Jing Rui… greets Master.”

“Mm.”

Yun Liu smiled, his eyes glinting.

He could feel Jing Rui’s Divine Soul held firmly in his grasp—her life and death at his command.

It was his first time using the Enchanting Heart technique.

A direct hit.

The effect was overwhelming.

Jing Rui’s expression was complicated.

She had intended to take a captive, only to become a slave herself.

Her feelings could only be described as complete collapse.

But the Sea of Consciousness had already fallen.

The Soul Imprint of Enchanting Heart remained—she knew the consequences of rebellion better than anyone.

Unless, one day, her Divine Soul surpassed Yun Liu’s and broke free, if the boy died, she would perish with him.

Yun Liu was like a child, fascinated with a newly acquired toy.

His gaze shifted, and Jing Rui’s skin flushed as if countless snakes crawled over her body.

“Ugh!”

She dared not resist.

Her limbs twisted in humiliating, dance-like motions, puppet-like and forced.

“Ugh… I was wrong. Please, Master, have mercy.”

Pa!

Jing Rui slapped herself, her cheek swelling red—yet she had to keep a smile.

“Enough of that act. You weren’t talking like this a moment ago.”