Want to Live? Be My Maid

Inside the mountain cave, there was a deathly silence.

The terrifying pressure of the formation that had been enough to make Golden Immortals tremble, along with the auras of Daoist Black Tiger and the others, had vanished without a trace, as though they had never existed.

Only the faint smell of scorched spiritual energy remained in the air, reminding Qiong Xiao that everything that had just happened was no illusion.

She leaned against the cold stone wall, all color drained from her breathtakingly beautiful face. Her lovely eyes were wide open, still filled with lingering shock and confusion.

Golden Immortals.

Four living Golden Immortal cultivators.

Just like that... gone?

The man she had previously believed to be a mortal had raised a finger and utterly erased them, without even leaving behind a speck of dust.

Such a method was beyond her comprehension.

Fear, awe, confusion—countless emotions tangled within her heart, leaving her mind completely blank.

Lin Feng slowly turned around.

He did not look toward the cave entrance, nor did he savor his recent victory. His deep eyes had remained fixed on Qiong Xiao from beginning to end, like a hunter admiring the perfect prey about to fall into his hands.

His footsteps were soft, yet within the empty cave, they sounded especially clear. Step by step, they seemed to tread upon Qiong Xiao's heartstrings, making her body tense uncontrollably.

Lin Feng stopped before her. His tall figure cast a shadow over her, completely enveloping her.

Qiong Xiao instinctively shrank back and clenched the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors in her hand. It was her only support at this moment, even if it retained nothing but its physical sharpness.

Lin Feng ignored the renowned Innate Spirit Treasure. He bent down slightly, bringing his handsome face close to Qiong Xiao's.

They were only inches apart.

Qiong Xiao could even smell the crisp, cool scent emanating from him. It carried no trace of the mundane world, yet was filled with an indescribable aggression.

He did not speak at once. He merely watched her with interest: her pale cheeks, tightly bitten lips, and those eyes filled with stubbornness and terror.

At last, he slowly opened his mouth. His warm breath brushed against Qiong Xiao's small, snow-white earlobe, sending a faint shiver through her.

His voice was soft and gentle, yet it carried an unquestionable force.

"Want to live? Be my maid."

Boom!

It was as if countless bolts of lightning had exploded in Qiong Xiao's mind all at once.

Humiliation and fury!

An indescribable sense of disgrace burst through her reason like floodwaters breaching a dam.

A maid?

He actually wanted her to be his maid?

Who was she?

The mistress of Bixia Palace on Three Immortal Islands, an immortal of the Interception Sect personally chosen by the Dao Ancestor, of noble origin and with hopes of attaining the Grand Unity Golden Immortal Dao in the future—Fairy Qiongxiao!

Throughout the Primordial World, countless immortals and gods would respectfully address her as "Fairy" and yield her three parts of courtesy.

Yet now, this man of unknown origin wanted her to become a maid at someone else's beck and call?

That was even more unbearable than killing her!

A surge of fury rushed straight to her head. She suddenly raised her head, about to rebuke him harshly and hurl every vile curse in existence into this madman's face.

But all her words caught in her throat.

Because she met a pair of eyes.

Eyes that were deep and domineering, as though they contained the entire Chaos Universe.

Within those eyes, there was no desire, no greed—only an indifference that regarded all things as straw dogs, along with an innate and absolute control that tolerated no refusal.

It was as though he was not making a demand, but stating a Supreme Truth of the Heavenly Dao.

All of Qiong Xiao's fury, pride, and unwillingness seemed so pale and laughable beneath that gaze.

She opened her mouth, yet could not make a sound.

A chill that came from the depths of her soul froze her entire body.

Who... who exactly was this man?

The flawless Heavenly Dipper Formation he had wielded so casually had already completely overturned her Worldview.

That was her Innate Divine Ability. After cultivating for countless years, she had only barely grasped more than a dozen transformations.

Yet in his hands, it had been as simple and natural as breathing.

Could he be some ancient great power wandering the mortal world, having returned to simplicity? One of the Three Thousand Guests of the Purple Cloud Palace?

The moment that thought arose, Qiong Xiao's heart nearly stopped beating.

If it were true, then forget making her his maid—even ordering her to kill herself on the spot would probably take no more than a single thought from him.

Resist?

What could she use to resist?

Her battered body? Or the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors that no longer obeyed her?

A bottomless sense of helplessness completely swallowed her.

Lin Feng watched the shifting expressions on her face, and the curve of his lips widened slightly.

His gaze slowly lowered to the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors clenched tightly in Qiong Xiao's hand, and he spoke calmly.

"The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors are a decent Innate Spirit Treasure. Unfortunately, they have been tarnished in your hands."

Qiong Xiao's heart jolted.

He had recognized the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors at a glance! And that tone, that assessment of "decent," was like an elder evaluating a junior's toy.

The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors had been transformed from two ancient Flood Dragons. Their killing power was unparalleled; even Grand Unity Golden Immortals would not dare to casually withstand their edge!

Yet in his words, they were merely "decent"?

Before Qiong Xiao could recover from her shock, Lin Feng extended a hand toward her, palm upward. The gesture was casual, as though he were asking for something insignificant.

"Hand it over."

Two calm words, yet they carried an irresistible command.

Qiong Xiao's body stiffened, and the arm shielding the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors instinctively tightened further.

This was her Companion Spirit Treasure, a part of her very body and her greatest reliance! How could she hand it over so easily?

Yet when she saw the calm, unruffled look in Lin Feng's eyes, the faint thought of resistance that had just risen within her instantly vanished.

She bitterly realized that she had no right to refuse.

Before absolute power, her will was worthless.

Her fingers loosened one by one. The golden scissors, carrying all of Qiong Xiao's humiliation and unwillingness, fell into Lin Feng's hand.

"Bzz..."

The moment the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors entered his hand, they began to shake violently. Golden light blazed from their body, and waves of high dragon cries rang out as they attempted to break free from Lin Feng's control.

Spirit Treasures possessed intelligence. They had sensed their master's humiliation and wished to fight for her.

"Heh, quite temperamental."

Lin Feng curled his lips, a trace of disdain appearing on his face.

He did not even use any Immortal Essence or mana. He simply clenched his five fingers tightly.

Crack!

A crisp sound, as though it had come from the level of the soul, rang clearly in Qiong Xiao's ears.

The brilliant light on the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors instantly dimmed. Their violent trembling abruptly stopped, and that untamed spirituality was forcibly snuffed out as though by an invisible hand. They became utterly docile, like a piece of Mundane Iron.

Pfft!

Qiong Xiao suffered a heavy blow and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her face turned as pale as paper.

The spiritual connection between her and the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors had been... forcibly severed!

She stared at Lin Feng in terror, as though looking upon a demon god who had emerged from Chaos.

With his bare hands!

Using only the strength of his fleshly body, he had crushed the will of a top-tier Innate Spirit Treasure's artifact spirit!

What kind of terrifying body was that!

Was he even human? Even the legendary ancestral shamans of the Witch Race who sought Proving Dao with Strength were no more than this!

Lin Feng played with the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, which had become completely "well-behaved" in his hand, casually tossing them once. Then, before Qiong Xiao's vacant gaze, he lightly threw them back into her arms.

"Keep your own things properly."

Qiong Xiao instinctively caught the cold Golden Flood Dragon Scissors. Her mind had already become completely incapable of thought.

He... he had gone to such lengths, even injuring her in the process, just to... tame her magic treasure and then return it to her?

What tyranny, what... humiliation!

He had not wanted to seize her magic treasure. He was using the most direct and brutal method to tell her—what was hers was his. He could take it whenever he wished and return it whenever he wished.

Her pride and dignity were worthless before him.

Lin Feng slowly rose to his feet and looked down at her from above, his voice turning cold.

"Do you understand now?"

Qiong Xiao's delicate body trembled. She slowly raised her head to meet those indifferent eyes. Humiliated tears swirled in her eyes, but she forcibly held them back.

She knew that from this moment onward, the lofty Fairy Qiongxiao was already dead.

She painfully parted her dry lips and squeezed out a single word through clenched teeth.

"...Yes."