3. This man is surprisingly damn gentle (please continue reading)

Cangming Sect, Youluo Palace, outside the "Blood Kitchen" door.

A girl about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a light pink long dress, was standing there.

She had a lively bun styled like a flying immortal, almond-shaped eyes, and peach-like cheeks. Her appearance was delicate and pretty, her skin like flawless immortal jade, making people want to touch it.

At this moment, beneath the hem of her floral dress, her long legs wrapped in white ice silk stood coquettishly together, nervously rubbing against each other, as if burdened with heavy thoughts.

"My master has always been meticulous as dust, with extraordinary intelligence. Could it be... he discovered something in advance, so... he's not responding to me?"

The girl's bright eyes lowered anxiously, long eyelashes trembling.

Gradually, her eyes became misty and red:

"No! Why... why do I still call him master in my heart!? Clearly, the two senior sisters have already told me his true face! From the beginning to the end, he only cultivated me as a sacrificial pawn!"

"Master he... no! That person! He! He has never truly cared for Xing'er!"

"In his heart, Xing'er is no different from the two senior sisters, no different from everyone in the world! Merely tools to be used!"

"He is always that aloof figure, viewing all beings as mere grass, willing to abandon anything for the great cause of immortality, the Qingling Demon Sovereign!"

"What does Xing'er amount to?"

"But....."

"But knowing this, I still can't bear it... sobbing heavily...."

In an instant, countless past memories flooded the girl's mind.

It was as if she saw once again the tall, majestic figure in a black robe.

The man gently holding her hand, giving her a home.

Unable to restrain herself any longer, tears fell like rain, marring her exquisitely beautiful face.

A moment later.

She trembled as she took out a glazed porcelain bottle from her bosom.

This was the item given to her by her second senior sister and Brother Xiao Chen next door.

Once she made that person consume it...

"Kill him, Xing'er."

"Kill that man, and everything will end."

"Among us three sisters, who hasn't secretly admired him back then, and now... who doesn't wish to kill him with their own hands?"

At this moment, the tearful words of her second senior sister, Dantai Lingyin, echoed in the girl's mind again.

She finally made up her mind.

She reached out her snow-white jade hand, ready to push open the door to the "Blood Kitchen".

If nothing unexpected happened.

The next moment, she would see the man known as Qingling Demon Sovereign, coldly working on his insane creations!

Just then.

A familiar voice came: "Come in, Xing'er."

Hearing this, Cen Xing'er's pretty face turned pale, her whole body as if frozen.

She wondered if it was just her illusion.

This time, she felt as though the voice of that high and mighty man carried a trace of....

Gentleness!?

....

....

Cen Xing'er nervously pushed open the door and walked into the dark chamber.

"Disciple... pays respects to Master!"

The girl came to the center of the hall, bowing deeply, not daring to face the cold, terrifying demon figure on the throne.

There was no response.

The man, renowned in the Demon Path, who made the entire Yunzhou Continent tremble, remained silent.

In the dim room, only the girl's anxious breathing could be heard.

"Cen Xing'er! You need to stay strong! There's nothing to fear!"

"Brother Xiao Chen next door guaranteed with his life that Master... no, Bail Qingling is currently severely injured!"

"Even if he still has some strength left! That 'Soul Devouring Powder' can make him die and disappear, never to reincarnate!"

Cen Xing'er clenched her pink fists tightly, consoling herself.

Seeing no reaction from him.

The girl's brow furrowed, finally recalling something.

"Master, it was disrespectful of your disciple."

As she spoke, the girl slowly removed her shawl, revealing her snow-white smooth shoulders...

As she withdrew the shawl completely, a Beast Control Necklace adorned with a bell appeared around her neck.

Then, the girl gradually pulled off her outer garment....

Until she was fully exposed, with only a thin inner garment remaining....

At this point, her actions did not cease!

As she twisted her hanging hair with a jade hairpin, her snow-white nape was suddenly exposed.

Then.

She lay prostrate on the ground, with her limbs positioned like an obedient and docile kitten.

Having completed all this.

Only then did she lift her pretty, sweet, melon-seed-like face, weakly saying:

"Xing'er pays respects to..... Master."

Hmm?

What does she mean by Master?

Bai Feng, with an indifferent face throughout, also felt a tinge of surprise.

He had been planning to remain still and silent, playing the role of an unfathomable master!

Who would have thought!

This girl acted in such a manner directly!

His gaze fixed intently on the girl below the throne.

He finally recalled some plot concerning Cen Xing'er!

It turned out, Cen Xing'er came from a distant family of immortals in the upper world, possessing a one-in-a-billion "Ghost Riding Spirit Body", capable of controlling ghostly soldiers with limitless potential!

So, Bail Qingling, this demon, upon discovering her roots, decisively took her under his wing, and over the years, constantly mentally enslaved and oppressed this young girl, trying to make her willingly become his slave!

When her soul was thoroughly tamed, he would use forbidden techniques to forcibly devour and fuse with her Ghost Riding Spirit Body!

"To scheme against such a cute little girl! Bail Qingling, you are truly worse than a beast!"

Even though he knew the so-called "past self" didn't exist and was merely a fictional persona, Bai Feng couldn't help but curse.

As a young man from Earth with a righteous worldview, he naturally couldn't accept such perverse behavior!

He was even eager to use supreme love to warm this lost girl!

Bai Feng calmed his mind, narrowed his eyes, and said in a detached tone:

"Xing'er, what brings you here?"

"R... responding to Master, a batch of hundred-year spiritual herbs from the Spirit Herb Garden has matured again. Disciple specially came to present the 'Nine Revolution Solid Demon Pill' which Master requested some time ago."

Cen Xing'er kept her head down, her small hand trembling as she took out a glazed pill bottle from her bosom.

Then, she kneeled step by step to the front of the throne, offering the bottle with both hands!

"Oh? It's finished so soon? Can you guarantee the pill's quality?"

Bai Feng did not reach out to take it but instead asked nonchalantly.

Upon being questioned, the girl immediately sweat profusely, her legs uneasily rubbing again, the iron rings on her ankles clanging as they moved.

"Reporting to Master! During these two months, Xing'er has been immersed in the pill workshop, refining day and night with a few elders of the Blood Refinement Hall, not daring to slack off in the slightest! I presume...."

Cen Xing'er summoned her courage, for the first time raising her eyes to look at the handsome man on the throne whose expression was uncertain, speaking each word clearly:

"The pill quality is at least seventh grade or higher! Please.... Master rest assured!"

"Seventh grade?"

Bai Feng scrutinized the "Soul Devouring Dan" meant to end his life, coldly saying: "Why do I sense a nine-colored pill aura around the bottle's opening? This ninth-grade pill, I fear it's not something you could produce."

"It's the effect of the auxiliary ingredients!"

"When it was completed, Xing'er added a little bit of cabbage lotus, Phantom Flower, and Kunpeng Powder to enhance its quality!"

Cen Xing'er lowered her head, revealing the excuse prepared by her senior sister in advance.

"You added auxiliary ingredients?"

"Yes!"

"Did you do it intentionally or accidentally?" Bai Feng raised an eyebrow, still showing no sign of taking the pill.

"It was..."

The girl gritted her teeth, "It was intentional! Please be assured, Master, even with the added ingredients.... Xing'er still tried her best to retain over ninety percent of the original pill's efficacy!"

"If Master doesn't believe, you may try it! If there's even a trace less efficacy, Xing'er... willingly accepts severe punishment!"

"Is that so."

Bai Feng expressionlessly accepted the porcelain bottle from the girl's hand, flipping his wrist, and a perfectly round greenish-brown pill flew out of the bottle.

He held it in the palm of his hand, observing quietly, saying nothing.

In the dark hall.

One master, one disciple, one kneeling, one sitting, staring at each other in silence.

The atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet.

"Does... Master intend to consume the pill immediately?"

Cen Xing'er's vermilion lips trembled, finally unable to resist asking.

This moment was the most conflicted in her life!

On one hand, she didn't want to disappoint her two senior sisters, longing to end everyone's suffering!

On the other hand, memories of her childhood attacked her brain once more!

No matter how heinous or harmful the person before her was, he was, after all, the one who raised her... Master!

The girl covered her face with her hands, her voice slightly choked: "Maybe... Xing'er should take this pill back to refine it again, and then present it to Master, would that be alright?"

No response.

The tall black-robed figure turned around directly, unreadable in joy or anger.

Not knowing how much time had passed.

A heavy sigh resonated in the dark chamber:

"Xing'er."

"What exactly did I do that made you hate me so much? To the extent that....."

"You are eager to kill your Master? Hmm?"