Chapter 3: Senior Disciple_1

The heavenly thunder connected the earth's fire.

The world seemed to freeze.

Han Lingxuan's beautiful eyes widened, her whole body stiffened.

Her mind went blank.

After a long time, the two separated.

Fang Yang lifted his head and felt the taste linger on his lips.

Inside, he felt increasingly pleased with himself!

Just now, he saw Han Lingxuan's face flushed, her whole body trembling.

Clearly, she was begging for affection.

The senior disciple was still waiting for him, he couldn't afford to waste time.

So he made a quick decision to give a small favor.

It seemed the other party was quite satisfied.

However...

The Princess Consort's seduction was indeed something not everyone could withstand.

He almost couldn't hold himself back.

Fang Yang reached out his hand, gently stroking Han Lingxuan's three-thousand strands of black hair.

He leaned close to her crystal-clear earlobe.

"Go back to the backyard and wait, I'll come to you tonight."

After saying this, he walked away without looking back.

Leaving Han Lingxuan standing there in a daze.

Her delicate body was burning hot, her cheeks bright red.

Almost as if blood could drip from them.

Was I... kissed?

Was I forcibly kissed by this Demon Head?

What is going on?

Isn't this Demon Head supposed to be extremely averse to women?

Why would he behave like this?

She gritted her teeth, unable to understand despite all her thoughts.

Her heart was filled with indignation!

A dignified Princess Consort!

When had she ever been humiliated like this?

And... she had approached him herself.

Han Lingxuan caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye and saw a few disciples of the Demonic Cult looking over from afar.

Suddenly, it dawned on her.

Impotence was an absolute taboo for the Demon Head.

Over the years, he had been hiding this secret.

Just now, the Demon Head must have noticed the guards present.

So he forced himself to endure the nausea while maintaining his persona.

But...

It was so humiliating.

And why was her body feeling so hot?

That was a Demon Head!

Could it be... because she was imprisoned for three years?

Her mind was in turmoil.

There were some water stains at the hem of her skirt.

Her face turned white, then red!

Her delicate body trembled!

"Although I didn't kill the Demon Head just now, I managed to disgust him. I've planted a Heart Demon in his mind, and sooner or later he'll lose control."

The Princess Consort bit her silver teeth, and the feeling of loss from earlier faded significantly.

She even felt a slight gain.

"Tonight, the Demon Head will come back to find me. This is my best chance, at that time, I'll seduce him even more boldly. Revenge will surely be achieved!"

Another perfect plan formed.

The Princess Consort was full of confidence.

Just as she was about to return to the backyard of the Demon Palace.

The white snow lion cat that had been lying in her arms began to whimper in the springtime call.

Its eyes, like glazed crystals, looked increasingly resentful.

Even somewhat... jealous.

Faced with her cat's gaze, for some reason, the Princess Consort felt a bit guilty.

...

[You smacked your lips and felt the fragrance waft through, instantly giving rise to wicked thoughts within. Such a graceful figure, if you were to pull out the hairpin and grab the black hair...]

The narration voice sounded again.

Fang Yang didn't bother responding, only watching as the water curtain slowly unfolded before him.

Name: Fang Yang

Affinity: 1

"What is this affinity? Could it be the Golden Finger?"

He frowned and pondered for a long time, yet gained nothing, finally shaking his head and continuing towards the great hall.

Now, he didn't have time to bother with these.

Senior disciple, Divine Sword, Ye Qinghong!

The other party traveled thousands of miles back to the cult.

It definitely wasn't out of filial piety.

But to probe his intentions.

Earlier, he managed to fool the Princess Consort of Zhennan not only because of his superb acting skills.

The most important reason was, she was a mortal.

Having never cultivated.

She couldn't sense his changes at all.

But as far as he knew, this senior disciple was exceptionally talented.

She was born with a sword body!

Her character was indifferent, always acting alone.

She ignored worldly matters, only being devoted to the sword.

Over these years, except when he ordered her.

To descend the mountain to kill and destroy sects.

At other times, she practiced diligently in her own Sword Hall.

Nearing twenty-four years old, she had already mastered the Heaven-level cultivation technique, the Divine Sword, to the realm of transformation!

Amidst the numerous experts on the Qiankun Continent.

The Jianghu of Tang Country had heaven, earth, and human rankings.

Ye Qinghong was the youngest on the heaven ranking and ranked ninth!

The other party's intuition was honed to the extreme.

She might directly perceive his changes.

"It seems, this time, I have to pass through the gates of hell."

Fang Yang murmured, heading to the great hall.

...

Inside the great hall.

Ye Qinghong waited quietly, dressed in a green robe, wearing green cloth shoes, with a green longsword strapped to her back.

Her hair was full and beautiful, simply pinned with a bamboo hairpin.

Of course, the bamboo hairpin was also green.

Such plain and simple attire could not conceal her unparalleled beauty.

Like snow in midwinter on earth.

Her beauty was breathtaking, cold enough to chill the heart.

At this moment, she sat composedly in a chair on the left of the hall.

The chair was closest to the central throne.

It was exclusive to her as the senior disciple of the Demon Lord.

She closed her eyes, staying calm and collected.

Just waiting for her master's arrival.

Inwardly, she silently recited the Divine Sword mantra.

The green longsword on her back trembled slightly.

Emitting strands of Sword Qi.

Like the gentle breeze of a bamboo forest.

She devoted her life only to the sword.

She was a true swordsman.

In her view, a sword, even when in its sheath, having never been drawn.

Must always be honed.

Only thus, when killing, could heads be easily severed.

According to her usual Mirror Water Sword Heart cultivation.

At this moment, she should be able to easily settle into meditation.

But today, for some reason, her mind felt uneasy.

Her sword heart had yet to be honed, she opened her eyes several times?

"What is off?"

She introspected over and over again.

Finally, she discovered a red petal on the sleeve of her robe.

Must have been from a wildflower by the roadside, very tiny.

Plus, she had traveled a thousand miles in a night, very hurried, hence she hadn't noticed.

She picked up the petal.

Walked out the door, throwing it into a red flower bed.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

After inspecting her green robe several times and confirming there were no more stains, she slightly relaxed and continued honing her sword heart.

Until...

A sound of footsteps echoed.

[Once a teacher, always a father. The twisted sense of filial piety is the best kind of filial piety. You discovered the senior disciple before you was a rare beauty, ranking on the Rouge List. Moreover, the sword could hum softly, adding to the allure, and your wicked thoughts surged instantly...]

With the narration, Fang Yang entered the hall.

At a glance, he saw that cold woman.

Then, met a pair of eyes.

Clear, deep, sharp.

Just looking at them for the first time.

It was as if a sword split the heavens and the earth.

Suddenly slashing towards him.

The sword was green, like jade water, very slow.

Yet unavoidable.

Making him nearly collapse.

Until... a dark golden light flashed in his mind.

He finally fully awakened.

His heart was in utter horror.

No wonder she was the senior disciple he personally trained.

Ranked ninth on the heaven list!

Truly terrifying!

Luckily, the Demon Lord had originally reached the Four Leaf Dharma Body Realm.

Even the divine sense was tempered.

Even though all his power had dispersed.

He still had a certain level of self-defense.

Yet, he was still greatly shocked.

He could feel that the other party wasn't deliberately testing him.

Just honing her sword heart.

When she opened her eyes, a strand of Sword Qi naturally accompanied them.

But even so, he was almost unable to withstand it.

If the other party truly tested him, he would already be lying on the ground now.

The more dangerous, the more frenzied!

The more frenzied, the more composed!

Fang Yang quickly suppressed the shock.

Following the behavior of the Demon Lord recorded in his diary, he approached with a grim face.

Exuding an air of dominance over the world.

When he reached her, he curled his lips.

Revealing a grim smile.

"My good disciple, you are indeed filial."

"I heard you rushed back thousands of miles because I was in a closed-door training for a month."

"I am really touched, Master."

Saying this, he reached out to embrace her around the waist.

Planning to maintain his persona.

But the next moment...

Hum, hum, hum!

A longsword like water suddenly unsheathed.

The sword's light was fierce, almost illuminating the hall.

Suddenly thrusting towards his forehead!