The Successor of Demonic Arts Is Her Maid? A Thought More Terrifying Than It Seems
The Successor of Demonic Arts Is Her Maid? A Thought More Terrifying Than It Seems
At a time like this, there can be no delay. I have to find a way to save her. (Please subscribe)
At the seat of honor, Gu Changge wore a faint smile as he walked down, sizing up the Young War Immortal a few times before chuckling.
“Oh, so that’s the reason. It seems Brother War Immortal’s injuries must be quite serious.”
“Men, go fetch a few stalks of million-year-old Blood-Activating Lingzhi. Even a Sacred Emperor Realm expert who has suffered grievous wounds can recover rapidly in a short time with this.”
“Tomorrow we must enter Kun Mountain. If Brother War Immortal is still carrying injuries, I’m afraid it will cause no small amount of trouble.”
“At a time like this, there can be no delay.”
“Don’t you agree, Brother War Immortal?”
A million-year-old Blood-Activating Lingzhi was a priceless treasure, something ordinary cultivators could never even come into contact with in their daily lives.
If one appeared at an auction, it would likely set off a storm of blood and carnage.
Even a Sacred Emperor Realm expert who obtained one would carefully store it away, saving it for a rainy day.
At a critical moment, such a thing could save a life.
Seeing Gu Changge unhesitatingly offer up several stalks of million-year-old Blood-Activating Lingzhi, the expressions of everyone present shifted slightly. Secretly alarmed, they couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
With Gu Changge’s attitude so resolute, it would be difficult for them to refuse in a moment.
They weren’t fools. From the Young War Immortal’s words and actions, they had already guessed his purpose—he simply didn’t want to enter Kun Mountain, which was why he put on this appearance of being grievously wounded and unable to heal.
The dignified Successor of War Immortal Manor, lacking healing medicine? What a joke.
Unfortunately, Gu Changge knew the Young War Immortal’s purpose, yet not only did he not care, he even bestowed the medicine in front of everyone.
And spoke of not delaying tomorrow’s entry into the mountain.
With things having come to this, did the Young War Immortal still have any room to refuse?
Thinking of this, everyone felt a shared sense of unease, inevitably harboring a touch of grief for one of their own kind.
An Xi and the others felt a surge of humiliated anger in their hearts, yet at this moment they could not act out, and could only forcibly endure it.
“Many thanks for Young Master Changge’s concern and kindness. I am truly endlessly grateful.”
“At a time like this, there indeed can be no delay.”
The Young War Immortal’s expression also shifted slightly, his fists clenched tightly beneath his sleeves, his heart churning with anger.
However, he was no ordinary man after all, and quickly recovered his composure, putting on an appearance of boundless gratitude.
“Brother War Immortal need not be so courteous. After all, you and I are both of the younger generation. Seeing you in trouble, I can’t help but worry.”
“Kun Mountain is fraught with danger. If your injuries heal, the certainty of rescuing the Mortal One, Ji Shengchu Qianbei, will be that much greater.”
“When that happens, you will be the benefactor of everyone in the Beyond.”
Changge’s face still wore that gentle, jade-like smile as he gestured for everyone to take their seats.
At the banquet, numerous young and beautiful maids had already brought out spiritual fruits and wines, fierce beast meat, and other delicacies, radiant light billowing and divine splendor suffusing the air.
After the many Young Prodigies took their seats, their moods were rather complicated, knowing it would be very difficult to refuse tomorrow’s entry into Kun Mountain.
Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, chanted a Buddhist invocation and looked up at Gu Changge at the seat of honor, recalling how Gu Changge had schemed against him, against all of Buddhist Mountain, back at the Demon-Burying Abyss.
If they carelessly entered Kun Mountain this time, they would inevitably fall victim to Gu Changge’s schemes.
He had to make preparations in advance, lest some accident occur and he die miserably within.
The King of Six Crowns, the Sky Demon Sovereign, and the others were also pondering strategies at this moment, thinking of how to preserve their lives within Kun Mountain.
Since they couldn’t refuse, they could only take things one step at a time.
Fortunately, they had no shortage of powerful experts behind them. When the time came to enter Kun Mountain, they would bring more people along, and presumably no unexpected mishaps would occur.
At this moment, quite a few Young Prodigies harbored the same thoughts as them.
Entering Kun Mountain was unavoidable, so they could only find ways to preserve their own lives within.
“The Mortal One, Ji Shengchu Qianbei, once sheltered our Beyond and looked after the various orthodoxies and factions. Now that he is trapped in dire straits, we naturally cannot stand by and do nothing.”
“If Ji Shengchu Qianbei escapes his predicament, he will surely be able to resolve the current calamity of the Absolute Yin Heaven. For the entire Beyond, this would also be a rare blessing.”
“Here, on behalf of Ji Shengchu Qianbei, I thank all you fellow Daoists in advance for your assistance.”
At the seat of honor, Gu Changge swept an intrigued glance over Jiang Chen, Niu Tian, and the others, who were silently drinking without a word, then unhurriedly walked down, raising his cup with a smile.
Seeing this, everyone hurriedly raised their cups as well, not daring to be negligent.
“Young Master Changge holds righteousness in his heart and is magnanimous in spirit, toiling tirelessly to rescue Ji Shengchu Qianbei. This is truly a blessing for our Beyond.”
“Besides, this is something we ought to do. Back then, our Founding Ancestors received Ji Shengchu Qianbei’s care and protection. Now that he is trapped in Kun Mountain, if we can contribute even a little strength, that would be wonderful.”
Many Young Prodigies hastily spoke up, their words appearing quite sincere and moved, unable to conceal their admiration.
Even the Sky Demon Sovereign and the others, who felt discontent and stifled in their hearts, dared not say anything more at this moment.
Things had come to this point—there was no room for them to refuse.
“Thank you, fellow Daoists, for being so devoted to the matter of rescuing our clan’s ancestor. Yaoxing and Chuyue are truly endlessly grateful.”
Ji Yaoxing and Ji Chuyue, the brother and sister pair, also rose at this moment, offering toasts to the many Young Prodigies to express their thanks.
Though Ji Chuyue felt somewhat sullen in her heart, at this moment she still forced a smile and expressed her gratitude to the gathered prodigies.
At this moment, many people finally noticed that this little princess of the Ji Family had truly grown into flawless jade-like beauty—slender and graceful, blessed with natural elegance, fair and willowy, utterly enchanting.
She was rarely seen out and about on ordinary days, her traces hard to find.
Jiang Chen gazed at Ji Chuyue, who was clearly dressed in her finest, and was somewhat dazed for a moment, taking a good while to come back to his senses.
He and Ji Chuyue were well acquainted; the two had even trained together near Kun Mountain.
That the Ji Family was able to discover their ancestor was trapped within was actually largely thanks to him.
Yet of this matter, the Ji Family breathed not a single word to the outside world, as if they knew nothing of it.
“Chuyue...”
Jiang Chen lowered his head and took a dull swig of wine, his mood growing heavier.
He could tell that although the Ji Chuyue before him looked radiant and lovely, deep in her eyes there was a great difference from before—the lively sparkle was gone, replaced by stiffness.
Like a forest sprite whose wings had been broken, never again able to soar freely as before.
This meant Ji Chuyue had not been happy during this time, had not been living well.
Jiang Chen’s heart ached inexplicably.
Toward Ji Chuyue, he indeed harbored feelings he could hardly conceal. Ever since they met at the Purple Mountains, he had felt that this clever, lively woman was not a bad person.
Even though back at the Purple Mountains, her brother had struck out to frame him, that had been out of necessity.
Some time ago, Ji Chuyue had even come to warn him that her brother had learned his true identity, telling him to be careful.
“Little Chenzi, what’s wrong?”
Niu Tian noticed the abnormality in his friend’s expression and couldn’t help but ask, somewhat worried.
Jiang Chen sighed inwardly, his gaze fixed on Ji Chuyue ahead, and said in a low voice, “That woman up ahead is a friend of mine. I want to save her.”
Niu Tian was somewhat astonished. Although he had never seen Ji Chuyue before, he could guess her identity.
Jiang Chen actually knew her?
“Doesn’t she look perfectly fine? Why do you need to save her?”
But now was not a good time to ask how the two had met, so he merely asked in some confusion, not understanding why Jiang Chen would say he wanted to save Ji Chuyue.
“You don’t understand. She’s not happy right now. The way she is now, she’s like a canary locked in a cage, without the slightest bit of freedom.”
Jiang Chen sighed softly, feeling that Ji Chuyue’s eyes were very dim, entirely lacking the lively spirit he was familiar with, as if she were imprisoned in place.
“Then what do you plan to do? Rest assured, whatever you want to do, I’ll help you.”
Niu Tian fell silent for a moment, then continued asking.
Jiang Chen was somewhat moved, then said in a low voice, “I don’t know what to do either. I can only see how things unfold in a while. I think Chuyue must be hurting inside right now, being used by her own brother as a tool to curry favor with the other Young Prodigies.”
“Young Master Changge, to rescue our ancestor, you have expended such effort, gathering so many prodigies to hold this banquet.”
“My sister Chuyue and I are truly endlessly grateful. We toast to you.”
Just as Jiang Chen and Niu Tian were conversing in low voices, at the front of the banquet, Ji Yaoxing, bringing his sister Ji Chuyue along, stood before Gu Changge with expressions of reverence and gratitude, speaking thus.
Ji Chuyue wore a pale yellow gown, her figure slender and tall, her face lightly touched with powder, her dark brows gently curved, her nose delicate, her lips a touch of red—appearing both stunningly beautiful and radiant, causing many Young Prodigies to secretly glance over with strange looks in their eyes.
She followed behind Ji Yaoxing, holding a wine cup in her hand, saying nothing, about to hand it to Gu Changge.
“Brother Yaoxing need not stand on ceremony. Since it is something I promised you, I, Gu, will naturally see it done.”
Seeing this, Gu Changge smiled lightly and reached out to take the wine cup Ji Chuyue offered.
But just then, as if she had accidentally touched Gu Changge’s hand, Ji Chuyue’s hand suddenly trembled slightly, and the wine cup slipped from her grasp.
The next moment, only a clang was heard.
The wine cup, filled to the brim, fell straight to the ground, and the wine instantly splashed all over Gu Changge’s hand.
Seeing this scene, everyone’s expressions changed drastically. Ji Chuyue clearly had not expected this either, her small face turning somewhat pale.
For a time, the entire banquet fell silent—so quiet one could hear a pin drop.