Chapter 61: If You Don’t Want to Die, Get Lost

The bond ceremony was completed, and a vine-shaped totem appeared on Jiang Niannian’s wrist.

This was the most careless and unsanitary bonding she had ever seen.

Usually, bonding with ancient deities involved painstaking efforts to tame and capture them.

But here? It was forced upon her.

Do you want to bond?

I don’t.

No, you do. You must. Even if you don’t want it, I’m still giving it to you.

However, after bonding, Jiang Niannian noticeably felt her senses become more heightened.

When she moved her fingers slightly, the green vines on the wall stretched according to her will.

With her eyes closed, she could see the entire demon palace from all angles, 360 degrees without blindspot, everywhere the vines reached.

“See? Now you know how powerful I, Teng Jiao, am!”

The voice came from her wrist; it seemed that Teng Jiao had merged his spiritual form with her.

“Mm-hmm,” Jiang Niannian nodded cooperatively, calming herself to sense the surroundings.

Nearby was a demon pit, filled with snakes.

The hissing of their tongues could be heard, and as they slithered along the vines, their cold, damp scales rubbed against her, making her skin crawl.

A demon opened a giant cage behind him and threw in some near-lifeless people.

Blood splattered thickly onto the rough black floor as screams and cries for help echoed within the pit.

So, the snakes in this palace were actually fed with live humans!

The demon grabbed another person and asked, “Tell me, who sent you?”

The person mumbled, “Mmm-mmm!”

The demon sneered wickedly, “Silent, huh? You’ll see what’s coming.”

The person forced out, “Mmm-mm—Finally… broke free…”

The sound was scratchy, as if burned, making an awful noise.

The person spat, “Could you… lift the silence spell… before interrogating?”

The demon responded, “Oh, sorry, bro. First time interrogating, no experience.”

The person muttered, “Fine… I’ll tell you… the one behind me is…”

The demon covered his ears and shouted, “I don’t want to hear it!”

Then he threw the man back into the pit, followed by more screams.

Jiang Niannian sighed as the vine extended further, finally finding the room where Yin Buqi was.

Yin Buqi was meditating to restore his energy, with a spiritual spring slowly nourishing his meridians, aiding his recovery.

Each time he was on the brink of a breakthrough, he fell short.

Nearby, Jiang Ziyou was hugging Coal Ball, wailing, “I can’t go on! My Feiying Liuyun Sword… My precious sword! I spent so much to get that sword!”

Other cultivators tried to console him: “Brother Jiang, don’t shout so loud. You’ll attract the Demon Lord.”

“Exactly. It’s just a sword; you can find another.”

Jiang Ziyou continued sobbing, “My sword…”

Yin Buqi opened his eyes, his brows slightly furrowed as he shot a sharp glare at Jiang Ziyou.

Seeing this, Coal Ball covered Jiang Ziyou’s mouth quickly.

One cultivator asked, “When will True Monarch Qinghe come to save us?”

Jiang Ziyou assured them, “Don’t worry. My master knows I’m in danger; he’ll come as soon as he can.”

Then a voice came from outside, “Lord, why are you here?”

Followed by Tang Murou’s gentle tone, “Hurry and open the door.”

Two people entered.

Tang Murou, lifting her skirt, walked in, dressed in the attire and headgear of a demon.

Her beauty was even more striking, and with a pitiful expression, she pleaded, “Ye Linyuan wants to take me by force… I don’t want it, please help me…”

The cultivators: Don’t you see that we’re barely managing ourselves?

“Why are you running, Murou? I already explained; these women are not for my enjoyment but are prepared for the cultivators.”

Ye Linyuan laughed sinisterly, clapping his hands as hundreds of beautiful women swarmed in from outside.

The others all looked up, except Yin Buqi, who continued his meditation unmoved.

His face, coldly beautiful, his thin, pale lips pressed tightly together, drew attention.

Not to mention that the black clothes outlined his tall figure.

The places where he was scratched and cut revealed unnaturally pale skin and dark red blood.

Demons, as a rule, didn’t have much regard for modesty.

The demon women present couldn’t resist wanting to tease him. Although he looked battered, he held himself straight, his bearing dignified—and that face.

It made them want to ravish him completely.

Ye Linyuan smirked playfully.

“Go, take good care of our guests. Let it not be said that we lack hospitality.”

The women, already eager, now moved forward with enthusiasm.

Jiang Ziyou retreated in horror.

“My master said women would slow down my sword drawing. Don’t come near me!”

A straight-as-steel man suddenly found himself among the Demon Lord’s harem of three thousand beauties—this kid is probably scared out of his wits.

Others acted more reserved, with some half-heartedly resisting.

“Relax,” Ye Linyuan said, obviously pleased with their reactions.

“Just a little fun.”

Jiang Niannian was shocked.

Fun with who?

…With my little cub?

So many women!

I can’t bear to see all of them die!

“You’re going too far!”

Tang Murou raised her hand to hit Ye Linyuan, but he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

“Don’t worry, Murou, the show has only just begun.”

Several demon women sidled up to Yin Buqi, bare shoulders and revealing clothes, eyes filled with primal desire.

Yin Buqi’s eyes shot open, his expression icy as he looked at the woman beside him.

“If you don’t want to die, get lost.”

His voice was cold, though his neck was tinged with color, clearly irritated.

His hand at his side clenched, joints cracking.

The women were stunned by the ferocity in his gaze.

Yet one dared to press her chest against his back, her warm fragrance enveloping him as her hand, nails painted red, moved slowly toward his waistband, attempting to undo it.

Ye Linyuan wrapped his arm around Tang Murou, sneering.

“Why focus on just one? Try other women, and you’ll find…”

But his words froze on his face.

The ropes binding the cultivators had fallen away.

Yin Buqi grabbed the woman’s wrists, his gaze cold and merciless, his face twisted in anger.

Without hesitation, he threw her aside, and she spat out blood as she hit the ground.

The other women fled in terror.

Yin Buqi turned to Ye Linyuan, his crimson iron sword forming again in his hand, radiating a deadly aura that made everyone shiver.

“Oh!” Ye Linyuan straightened, smirking.

“Hurt so badly, and yet you still want to fight me?”

Jiang Ziyou quickly grabbed him, “Don’t be impulsive! My master will be here soon. We can’t beat the Demon Lord.”

Yin Buqi said coldly, “Where is she?”