One Who Slew Her Father, Killed Her Mother, and Murdered Her Master

As a demonic cultivator, one could endure humiliation at the side of the powerful, be forced to submit for the sake of becoming stronger, for the freedom of the Dao path, or for any number of reasons—but one must never submit from the depths of one's bones, wagging one's tail and begging for favor like a dog.

He hated Wang Sutai's betrayal, but what he hated even more was that Wang Sutai had handed her own initiative over to Wei Tu.

Yet in the next moment, Wang Sutai's words completely shattered his assumptions.

"Devotion? Could Father have gone stupid? Your daughter is not the sort of woman who cannot move once she sees a man."

"It is simply that, compared with you, Wei Lang is the better choice for me. Just as you said, he may seem cold and indifferent, but he has a bottom line of righteous principles in his heart. So long as I do not go too far or cross that line, he will tolerate me."

Wang Sutai swept a cold glance over the Red Dragon Ancestor and spoke these words in an utterly indifferent tone.

Having said this, she covered her mouth with her fair hand and gave a soft, mocking laugh. "If your daughter truly loved Wei Lang so deeply, I would have left him a letter when I departed Extreme Mountain Sect and told him everything. As for a mere Netherworld Evil Embryo, I do not believe Wei Lang would care whether he gained or lost it."

"He was willing to nurture Lüqiu Qingfeng until she reached Spirit Transformation. There is no reason he would deprive your daughter of such an opportunity over this trifling matter."

"This..." The Red Dragon Ancestor froze slightly, his eyes widening as though he were meeting his biological daughter