29. The Demon Lord Emerges! Xing'er, Crush Everything with Me! (Chapter of 8,000 Words)_2

"Maid?"

Cen Xing'er widened her beautiful eyes, murmuring the word, utterly confused about its meaning.

After a long time, her eyes lit up as she tentatively asked:

"Is a maid still a servant?"

"Yes, but... unlike the irregular servant status from before, you must have your own independent personality! Do you understand?"

Bai Feng explained, "It's somewhat similar to... dealing with some daily trivial matters for me."

He could only proceed step by step, slowly guiding the young girl back on track.

"Ah."

Cen Xing'er counted on her fingers, thinking for a moment before suddenly saying, "In any case, Xing'er is still a loyal servant to the master, right?"

"Yes." Bai Feng nodded helplessly.

"Alright, I understand!"

Cen Xing'er's face broke into a radiant smile as if blessed by the gods, "Then, to reflect the difference from before, Xing'er should also change her title!"

"Xing'er's name has the character 'Xing,' and as the master's servant, why not call it—"

"Star Slave!"

The girl's large eyes sparkled like stars, "From now on, Xing'er will be the Star Slave, handling everything the master needs daily!"

Bai Feng: 6

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The forbidden area of the True Martial Sword Sect, Black Water Mountain, Demon Suppressing Tower.

Inside the tower's guardroom.

A tall and proud woman in black tight clothing, holding a blood-stained longsword in her right hand and hugging an ancient and simple black treasure chest in her left, slowly advanced.

Her long legs paced leisurely past a sea of corpses and blood on the ground.

Finally, she reached a corner where three white-bearded elders cowered in fear.

"Feng Lingxue! We should never have trusted you and let you into the tower!"

"So, you were the traitor within the Demon Path! Your master, Evergreen Sword Saint, must be blind to have accepted you as a disciple!"

"Witch! You lack martial ethics! If you have the guts, remove the Gu poison from my body, and fight me with two hands to break a finger of mine! If you win, I'll tell you everything!"

The three elders huddled together, cursing loudly, their faces full of grievance and anger.

"Pfft~"

Feng Lingxue lifted her long hair from her face, revealing a stunningly beautiful, smiling face that was as enchanting as a flower.

"The three Executors have indeed lived their years in vain."

"You've already called me a person of the Demon Path, yet you still dream of a fair duel with me?"

"Hmph! Witch! If you have the courage, kill us! We three are the oldest Executors of the True Martial Sword Sect's forbidden area; even the Master and Qinglian Zhenren must show us some respect! If we die, no matter where you flee, you'll be hunted down relentlessly!"

The leader, a shriveled, monkey-like Executor, shouted aggressively.

Just as he finished speaking.

Shh.

A sharp cold light flashed.

The monkey-like Executor's head flew off, rolling down!

"Witch! Such a vicious witch!"

The two remaining Elders wailed in fear, their faces full of terror.

"I've never heard such excessive demands."

Feng Lingxue sneered, placing the sandalwood chest on the ground, "Well, I've granted Executor Ma's wish. What about you two? Still unwilling to hand over the key to the 'Thousand Machines Box' where the Cangming Holy Vessel is stored?"

The two Elders exchanged glances, hesitating but remained silent.

Until—

Clang.

The personal disciple of Youluo Palace drew her longsword again.

"Wait a moment!"

One of the short, fat Executors raised his hand, "If we give you the key, will you... will you spare our lives?"

"I can."

The cold and glamorous witch nodded.

"Alright then! The circumstances outweigh us!"

The short, fat Executor gritted his teeth, pulling a golden, key-like object from the Purple Mansion, tossing it over, "Take it!"

"Thanks for cooperating."

Feng Lingxue caught the key, her vibrant red lips forming a slight curve, like a lethal and charming femme fatale.

The next moment.

Shh.

Another sword light swept through.

A burst of blood splattered out!

The short, fat Elder was pierced through the heart, dying instantly!

"Your turn, Executor Chen."

Feng Lingxue's cold eyes fixed on the last shivering elder.

"Witch, you! You broke your promise! May you be struck by lightning, doomed to—"

Before the word "death" could be uttered.

The speaker's head had already flown off, dead instantly!

"Who do you think I am?"

"I am after all..."

"The personal disciple of Qingling Demon Sovereign."

Feng Lingxue raised her eyebrows, adeptly using True Qi to clean the bloodstains off the longsword.

"My master said that killing without shedding blood is the great compassion of the Demon Path."

"Yet I haven't achieved that, alas~"

She sighed softly, then bent down, preparing to pick up the Thousand Machines Box on the ground—

Suddenly, a stabbing pain shot through her abdomen!

Immediately, her whole body became unbearably hot, and her mind began to experience bursts of white visions!

"This..."

In her fear-stricken heart.

She visualized once more a tall and burly demonic figure.

It was the man who dominated all her childhood fears, a figure she feared she could never escape!

"That demon head... Has he reactivated the evil tattoo on me?"

As she thought this,

She hurriedly lifted her clothes, revealing her smooth and perfectly toned abdomen.

Seeing the petal-shaped evil tattoo, its colors dim and not activated, she was slightly relieved.

"Luckily, it's not him."

"Could it be that I've been poisoned?"