Shanhai Pavilion Pagoda, top floor.
The Boss and the Secretary were openly having an affair in the office.
Overlooking the bustling Night Market below, the noise of the mortal world surrounded the two of them, countless lanterns like blazing feathers floating and igniting the night sky, a breathtaking sight.
Teacher Toad, as called by the unworthy disciple, leaned against the railing, cradling a Swan in his arms, quietly enjoying a moment of peace before the storm.
Yun Liu stroked his chin, a pink glow flickering in his eyes.
There’s no denying it—Demonic Cultivators really do level up fast.
Just fiddling with General Lin a bit allowed him to passively absorb quite a bit of spiritual energy, the Soulbinding Seal’s effect was outstanding.
He held no prejudice against the Holy Doctrine.
As an elite NPC wandering the gray areas, there was no reason to waste free quest rewards.
A small prank caused Lin Shu’s legs to go weak in the busy street, and she collapsed into Xiao Xinran’s arms.
Sister Lin was panting, confused, thinking it was just her Qi Sea not yet used to recovery.
If he actually rode General Lin into battle with a Jindan-Stage cauldron’s assistance, Yun Liu could probably step into the Foundation Establishment Upper Realm in no time.
But Yun was only thinking about it.
He couldn’t bear to lay a finger on a fallen girl lost to the world—but when it came to Demon Sect monsters, he’d strike with full force!
When the mastermind behind the tragedy of the fallen kingdom emerged, Yun Liu had no intention of letting Ling Tong leave alive.
The original story kill would also be reversed by the appearance of Ji Xingshu.
After tonight, even if the Soul Capturing Banner Master realized someone was impersonating the Holy Son, he would take this secret to the grave.
As the Saint Descent Moment drew closer, Yun Liu gazed at the eastern sea horizon, feeling a faint anticipation.
Taking down the Fake Princess wasn’t for justice.
Even rescuing Zhu Wu was just incidental—but it could help the Little Princess rewrite her tragic fate.
Not only would he gain a cute Empress, but he’d also claim the Soul Capturing Banner Master in the early stages.
What was the concept of a Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator?
With such a cauldron slave, Yun Liu could walk the underworld of the Boundless Sea without ever revealing his identity.
Once Ji Xingshu beat Ling Tong half to death, he’d use the Charm technique to control her and plant the Soulbinding Seal.
A maid by day, a cauldron by night.
Aside from her Skin Painting Blood Art and Soul Capturing techniques, that refined demonic power shouldn’t go to waste, right?
Dual cultivation of Foundation Establishment and Nascent Soul—ordinary cultivators wouldn’t even dare dream of it.
Consuming spiritual energy until it overflowed—there’d be no way to digest it all at once.
This was the true little horse pulling a heavy cart—a hidden ending with epic-level benefits, pure and harmless!
It was a beautiful thought.
Yun Liu was already fantasizing about how to deal with the Fake Princess who had toyed with him.
Qin Cha, resting on his chest, sniffed near his collar, eyes narrowing.
“That’s a scent I haven’t smelled before. Who were you with just now?”
“Ji…Shiyu. I ran into her on Snack Street. Maybe some grease rubbed off on me.”
“Really? That doesn’t smell like food to me.”
Qin Xing smiled kindly, her voice tinged with sourness.
She wasn’t worried about Yun Liu messing around with his Junior Sisters—only about being tempted by bad women like Jing Rui, especially that mysterious Fake Princess.
Yun Liu’s body stiffened, still struggling.
“Then…maybe Xinran? Or Lin Shu? Could it be Commander Geng?”
Qin Xing’s smile grew even sweeter as she nestled in Yun Liu’s arms, tilting up her pretty face.
Her expression read: Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist!
“Think carefully before you answer. Tell the truth—I won’t be mad.”
Yun Liu swallowed.
Almost getting pinned by a wild yellow-haired girl in such a sacred place—there was no way Sister Qin wouldn’t be angry.
Caught between self-destruction and self-preservation, he chose to play the rogue.
He tightened his hold on Qin Yao’s waist and kissed her!
“Mm!?”
Who knew how much time passed.
When their lips parted, Qin Cha was already dazed, buried in his chest, panting.
“Knew it…huff…always bullying me!”
Yun Liu licked his lips, unsatisfied, and finally confessed.
“Just now, an old Mother Hen walked by and asked if I wanted to be the father of her children.”
“Mo-Mother Hen?”
“That’s right. And she was a beautiful one, too. But I refused, because roosters have to crow every morning, and that’s too tiring.”
“Pfft!”
Yun Liu gripped Qin Yao’s hand, joking softly.
Say what you will, but just imagining the scene of the victim and the yellow-haired mother-daughter living happily as a family of three made him burst out laughing.
Someday, if Ji Shiyu rebelled, Ji Xingshu would shield him behind her and shout, “You can’t treat your Yun Uncle like this!”
Tsk tsk, such a beautiful scene—I can’t bear to look…
It’s not that Madam isn’t powerful, but the Tianxian Palace Lord is just too deep.
A Great Ascension Stage Cultivator is still human, and after years of solitude, even the mightiest can feel lonely.
A luxury car isn’t something a novice driver can control!
Qin Xing gazed into Yun Liu’s eyes and, understanding, didn’t pursue the matter—she just lightly thumped his chest.
“If, one day, you’re moved by another woman, please don’t hide it from me.
Whether it’s Shiyu or Xinran.”
“Impossible.”
Yun Liu waved his hand.
Even two silly girls together couldn’t match a single finger of Madam Xingshu.
Luckily, it was just an external incarnation that came.
But if it was a physical blow, he had no choice.
If Ji Xingshu was encouraged by Ao Tian to take him by force, Yun Liu could only accept it tearfully—forced to counterattack!
“Oh ho? If it’s not Shiyu or Xinran, then it must be Tan’er!”
Qin Yao stuck out her tongue playfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“……..”
Yun Liu opened his mouth, speechless.
At this point, his silence was as good as an admission, and he felt a little embarrassed.
But to his surprise, Qin Yao suddenly stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around his neck, and gave him a shy kiss—the first time she’d been so bold.
“At least I was the first to have you. The Princess was a step too late!”
“Xing’er.”
Yun Liu’s gaze softened, overflowing with warmth.
The considerate Senior Sister once again stirred the Minghuang Holy Fire, but tonight was clearly not the time to discipline a naughty Secretary.
He had to suppress his restlessness and took out a delicate little box from his ring.
“Eh? You again!”
Unexpectedly, upon seeing the gift, Qin Yao frowned and backed away before Yun Liu could speak, glaring at him with puffed cheeks.
“You haven’t even opened it.”
Yun Liu scratched his head awkwardly.
If previous gifts hadn’t left Qin Xing satisfied, he wouldn’t have gone to the least reliable yellow-haired girl for help.
Now that he thought about it, only giving spiritual herbs and treasures during dates was kind of old-fashioned!
“No need to look, I can guess—it’s another Heaven-Grade secret medicine, maybe even a Heaven Rank Zhenyuan Pill, right?”
Qin Yao sighed, accepting the sweet burden, but her heart was warm.
Someone wanted nothing more than to stuff all the Heavenly materials and treasures into her arms, regardless of whether she wanted them or not.
A Heavenly Dao Pill Master’s gifts were always Three-Grade Heaven-Grade Spirit Herbs for nourishing the foundation.
No ordinary Jindan Stage cultivator would get such generous treatment—taking pills as if it were nothing.
Unfortunately, Qin Xing’s absorption capacity was limited.
So many top-tier materials wasted on herself made her ache inside.
If only Junior Sister Ji and Junior Sister Xiao, with their better talents, could use them—the effects would surely be even greater…