Chapter 58: Nian Nian and Bu Qi Team Up to Fight the Boss

As soon as these words left her mouth, Ye Linyuan lowered his half-human-sized black scythe and looked at Jiang Niannian with interest.

“No woman has ever blocked one of my strikes without a scratch. You’re the first.”

Jiang Niannian’s small hand trembled, and her sword almost slipped from her grip.

Although the Demon Lord’s character was set as wickedly charming and domineering, plus a stud, what was with that “Woman, you’ve successfully caught my attention!” expression he was giving her?!

Don’t fu*king look at me like that!!. I’m scared. Look at the female lead instead!

Ye Linyuan smirked, “How does it feel to be noticed by me? So excited you can’t even hold your sword?”

Overjoyed, Jiang Niannian gave him something he’d never had before in his life—a big slap in the face.

“Hiss—” The demon followers behind him gasped in shock.

This woman actually dared to strike the demon lord! She’s dead for sure!

To their surprise, instead of his usual ferocity, Ye Linyuan grabbed Jiang Niannian by the neck and pulled her into his arms.

“Interesting. This is the first time a woman has dared to slap me. Your temperament stirs my desire for conquest more than those who come and go at a whim.”

The fallen cultivators instinctively looked at Yin Buqi.

Can you hear the raindrops falling on the green grass…

(T/N: cuckold..hehe)

Tang Murou, standing nearby, was on the verge of tears, clutching her dress anxiously.

“Ye Linyuan, even if you’re getting close to Miss Jiang in front of me, I’m telling you clearly, I’m not jealous at all! Just forcing things like this—are you even a man?!”

What kind of fu*king logic is this?!

“You want to find out if I’m a man? Why don’t you come and see?”

Ye Linyuan laughed slyly, stepping closer.

Tang Murou stammered, “You… You’re awful! Don’t come any closer!”

Ye Linyuan smirked, “Murou, you look even more beautiful when you cry. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you.”

Jiang Niannian’s mouth twitched.

This white lotus female lead and this narcissistic demon lord are a perfect match.

Please, you two stay locked together and stop causing trouble for everyone else!

Jiang Niannian struggled, “Let go of me!” seriously, just kidnapped the female lead!

Yin Buqi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up with the help of his sword, and swung his crimson glowing blade at Ye Linyuan.

A cruel smile appeared on Ye Linyuan’s face, his voice cold and sharp.

“If you’re not afraid to provoke me, then I’ll kill you and take the two beauties back to my palace!”

“Let her go!” Yin Buqi’s voice rang out as his sword unleashed a flurry of shadows, swift as lightning.

Ye Linyuan grinned with bloodthirsty excitement.

He pushed Jiang Niannian aside and raised his black scythe, blocking Yin Buqi’s fierce strike.

Yin Buqi staggered back, his lips tinged with vibrant red blood.

“Stop fighting!” Tang Murou rushed forward to help him, but Yin Buqi dodged her, saying coldly, “I don’t need your help.”

The black scythe swung down again, faster than before.

Yin Buqi deftly turned, chanting a sword technique.

The sky filled with sword shadows, falling like shooting stars, swift and deadly.

Yin Buqi’s sword struck again.

While the shadows wouldn’t harm the caster, to others, even a brush against them felt like bones being scraped clean.

Ye Linyuan dodged the sword shadows while countering with his scythe, laughing, “For someone your age to reach the Fusion Stage is quite impressive, but even Wen Shili couldn’t kill me back then. Your little tricks are far too immature.”

“Don’t celebrate too soon.”

“Lord, watch out!”

A sharp sense of danger crept up on Ye Linyuan.

His grin froze.

A jade-green sword pierced straight into his chest, not hesitating in the slightest.

Blood pooled along the blade, dripping onto the ground.

He turned to see Jiang Niannian’s resolute face.

One used sword shadows to confuse him, the other found the perfect moment to strike.

Their teamwork was seamless.

For a hundred years, aside from Wen Shili, no one had been able to wound him.

“This sword… beautiful work.”

The demon lord pulled out the sword from his chest, blood spilling over his hands.

He grinned and said, “But it’s too bad… I’m immortal!”

Before anyone could react, he grabbed Jiang Niannian by the neck and flung her aside, turning back toward Yin Buqi with his black claws aiming for the kill.

The claws dug into his flesh, dangerously close to a fatal wound.

“Wait!”

Jiang Niannian shouted desperately, “Don’t hurt him! I’ll go back to the demon palace with you!”

“Oh?” Ye Linyuan’s voice oozed mockery.

“What makes you think you’re in any position to bargain with me?”

“Don’t hurt him, and I’ll go with you,” Jiang Niannian pressed her sword against her neck.

“Otherwise, you’ll be taking back a corpse.”

Her mind was a whirlwind of panic.

She had no idea if her threat would work on him.

“Nian Nian…” Yin Buqi’s red eyes were filled with disbelief, the blood-red glow swirling with violent fury inside him.

“Calm down, beauty. It’s not worth it to harm yourself,” Ye Linyuan said with a smug smile, pulling back his hand. He casually added, “I was just kidding around.”

He motioned to his follower, who quickly rushed over to wipe the blood from his hands.

“Take them all back.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The demon minions tied everyone up with magic ropes.

Yin Buqi tried to resist, but Jiang Niannian communicated with him through spiritual consciousness: “Buqi, we can’t fight him head-on for now. I’ve already had Jiang Ziyou use the flying message technique to contact True Monarch Qinghe. We need to bide our time and look for an opportunity.”

Yin Buqi calmed down, letting the demon minions tie him up.

The magic rope was made from a special vine in the demon realm, capable of restricting a cultivator’s spiritual energy to some extent.

“Hey! My sword! My sword fell! Can someone pick it up for me?”

Ye Linyuan barked, “Shut up!”

Soon, they were brought to a bottomless abyss.

It was the first time Jiang Niannian had seen such a strange place—no light from above, and the ground was shrouded in a thick, suffocating demonic energy.

Tang Murou, wiping her tears, sobbed, “It’s all my fault, I’m the one who caused all this.”

The cultivators, unable to hold back anymore after being sabotaged by her so many times, shouted angrily, “Just stop talking! Cry, cry, cry—that’s all you ever do! Don’t you ever get tired of it?!”

Heading to the demon palace, uncertain whether they’d survive, even Tang Murou’s good looks couldn’t save her from the collective ire.

Through her own efforts, Tang Murou had successfully turned herself from beloved to despised by everyone.

Yet she remained oblivious, clenching her fists, tears in her eyes.

“I didn’t mean to… It’s Ye Linyuan who hurt you, why are you all so mean to me? Do you really hate me that much?”

Jiang Niannian, looking at the wounds on her dear cub, finally couldn’t help but snap, “It’s not that they hate you—it’s just that you’re utterly useless.”

“Yes, causing more trouble.”