Demonic Pet

Dongfang Minghui, who had been mistaken for having ended up in the serpent beast's belly, had lost all will to live. Bound in vines and suspended from a tree, she swung back and forth, back and forth.

Ever since waking up that day, Dongfang Minghui had been terrified by the emerald-green vines covering the entire Cave. She could not see the plant's main body, but she could sense an immense, potent vitality filling the Cave.

Against such ferocious pressure, a third-level Spirit User like her did not stand a chance.

One thing she had forgotten to mention: just before she was knocked unconscious, her Spiritual Power, already on the verge of a breakthrough, had apparently encountered a demon plant that could nourish her even better, and she had quietly leveled up.

She had never even used the red peony's flower core.

Dongfang Minghui wanted to cry but had no tears. Keeping herself alive felt like an incredibly difficult, perhaps impossible task. She had escaped death at The Female Lead's hands, only to find herself about to die at the hands of this demon plant. She was probably the most miserable supporting female character in the world—a supporting character killed by a plant. Boo-hoo-hoo.

"Have you made up your mind?"

A very old-sounding voice suddenly rang through the Cave.

Dongfang Minghui did not react, looking half-dead and utterly resigned. From the very first day she had been trapped here, this perverted demon plant had flipped her every which way and whipped her mercilessly.

After waking up that first time, she had soon passed out again from the pain.

When she woke once more, the demon plant's words nearly made her wet herself.

"If you agree to become my Furnace Cauldron, I'll spare you."

Listen to that! Was that something a demon plant should be saying? A Furnace Cauldron? What the hell?

Naturally, Dongfang Minghui could never agree. Anyone made into a Furnace Cauldron was branded from that moment onward, and none of them met a good end. The perverted demon plant kept repeating the same demand, and whenever she refused, it found all sorts of ways to torment her.

Swinging her upside down for four hours, as it was doing now, was just one of its punishments.

Whenever the blood rushed to her head and she was about to suffocate, the perverted demon plant would flip her over and hang her from the Cave ceiling. Dongfang Minghui had already grown numb to the agony wracking her entire body.

"&#￥#%...￥%...&&&#￥" Other than cursing, all she could do each day was let off some steam with her mouth. She had no way of dealing with this demon plant.

For some reason, the demon plant seemed unable to do anything to her either. Otherwise, after all this time, the old pervert would probably already have done unspeakable things to her. Boo-hoo-hoo.

After being trapped for so long, she spent every day imagining how she would ultimately die. There were so many possibilities: bleeding to death, being swallowed alive by the demon plant, or becoming a Furnace Cauldron and having all her vital essence drained...

By the time she finished thinking through them, she actually felt that the death The Female Lead had in store for her was not so terrifying after all. Clearly, she had suffered too much abuse.

"You undying old pervert." Dongfang Minghui felt the world spinning around her, her vision swimming, probably from losing too much blood. She muttered curses until her head finally drooped to one side and she passed out again.

The long vines slowly lowered her, and a figure suddenly appeared before her. Had Dongfang Minghui opened her eyes, she probably would have exclaimed at how beautiful the figure was. But she knew nothing of it.

"You win."

When she woke again, every vine in the Cave had vanished. It looked just as it had when she first saw it: clean and empty, with nothing left behind.

Dongfang Minghui felt her shoulders. To torment her, that perverted vine had actually driven its tendrils straight through her shoulders, hanging her up to whip her. It had hurt so much.

Its methods were truly vicious. There was nothing it would not do to force her to become its Furnace Cauldron.

"How strange." Dongfang Minghui checked herself over and found no wounds anywhere on her body. Everything that had happened seemed like a dream.

"Huh?"

She could not help exclaiming in surprise. Not only was her body unharmed, but the Spiritual Power within her body was also abundant, having reached an astonishing level. Upon closer inspection, she discovered that she had actually leaped from a mere third-level Spirit User to a first-level Spirit Master.

A Spirit Master! She had advanced!

"Heavens, I really must be dreaming." She pinched herself hard. It hurt.

"In your dreams. If heavenly lightning hadn't damaged my main body, and I hadn't known my time was running out, do you think a good thing like this would have fallen into the hands of a useless waste like you?" Just as Dongfang Minghui was beside herself with joy, a childish voice suddenly spoke.

"You're—that perverted Demon Plant!" Dongfang Minghui nearly jumped out of her skin. She grabbed her bundle and raced out of the Cave as fast as she could.

"Heh, you useless waste. Do you really think leaving the Cave means I can't do anything to you?" The childish voice continued ringing in her mind, rubbing salt into her wounds. "We've already formed a contract. You'll never get rid of me. Hahahahaha!"

Dongfang Minghui stumbled and landed flat on her backside. The Demon Plant's words left her utterly dumbfounded.

There were three types of contracts on the Seven-Colored Continent. The first was a Slave Contract: generally, if the master died, the slave died too, but the slave's death did not affect the master. The second was a Blood Contract: master and slave shared their lifespans, living and dying together, sharing good fortune and hardship alike. The last was an Equal Contract, also called a temporary contract, which could be dissolved.

Dongfang Minghui trembled for a long while before asking, "What kind of contract?"

"Blood Contract."

Dongfang Minghui's vision blurred, and she nearly fainted again. So she could forget about escaping this Demon Plant for the rest of her life. With a Demon Plant that wanted to seize people as Furnace Cauldrons every day by her side, could she ever live happily again?

She walked back as though she had lost her soul. There was no one in the Cave. The medicinal herbs outside trembled at the sight of her as though they had seen a ghost.

She had wanted to ask how The Female Lead was doing, but seeing them all huddle up like timid, mistreated brides instantly killed her interest. Instead, she sat alone on a stone and stared into space.

Only when Dongfang Wanyu returned, dragging another enormous magical beast, did she come back to her senses.

"Seventh Sister."

Dongfang Wanyu glanced at her and frowned slightly.

"Be careful. There's a vicious aura about her," a cool voice kindly warned.

Dongfang Minghui watched as The Female Lead drew her Long Whip. With a flick, it gouged a pit in the ground, every bit as deep as before, if not deeper. It seemed The Female Lead's Spiritual Power had improved considerably while she was gone.

"Seventh Sister."

"What stupid thing have you done this time?"

"Wow, this woman has such rich spiritual energy. She'd make a much better Furnace Cauldron than you." Before Dongfang Minghui could explain, that blasted voice piped up in her mind again.

#The blasted Demon Plant was lusting after The Female Lead#

#Her own demonic pet wanted to make The Female Lead its Furnace Cauldron#

#The complete account of a demonic pet courting death#

#How to get rid of a blasted demonic pet#

What do I do? Online now, urgent! #￥%%￥%

Dongfang Minghui seemed to glimpse the disastrous days awaiting her. She looked at The Female Lead with a mournful face. "Seventh Sister, save me."

After hearing her entire account, Dongfang Wanyu put away her Long Whip, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Since your demonic pet has already formed a Blood Contract with you, it certainly won't hurt you anymore."

Was she worried that this perverted, blasted Demon Plant would hurt her?

The Female Lead had completely misunderstood her. What she was clearly more worried about was this blasted Demon Plant courting death and dragging her down with it!

Dongfang Wanyu cut the magical beast into pieces. "Come on. Let's fill our stomachs first."

Speaking of food, throughout her long captivity in the Cave, she had filled her stomach each day with a sweet liquid. Now, at the sight of meat, she could not help swallowing.

Skinning, cutting, skewering, lighting a fire, setting up a rack—she performed the entire sequence with practiced ease. As she roasted the meat, she pondered how to keep this death-seeking Demon Plant in line.

"I'm one of the highest-ranking Demon Plants in existence. Are you saying becoming my Furnace Cauldron would be beneath her?" The childish voice kept pestering Dongfang Minghui inside her head.

For fuck's sake.

Dongfang Minghui promptly banished the blasted Demon Plant to the doghouse and refused to answer any of its questions.

Although Dongfang Wanyu kept her eyes on her, she was also silently communicating with the cool voice in her own mind. Clearly, she found something strange about Dongfang Minghui suddenly forming a contract with a Demon Plant bearing such a vicious aura.

"If things were as simple as your ninth sister says, I don't believe a Demon Plant with a vicious aura would voluntarily form a contract with her, let alone a Blood Contract. There must be something strange going on. I think you should be careful." The cool voice came from within Dongfang Wanyu's mind. He was a soul who had died long ago and attached himself to the Seven-Colored Stone, which had come into Dongfang Wanyu's possession by chance.

Much of the credit for how far Dongfang Wanyu had come belonged to him.

"Qing Mo, can you tell what level the Demon Plant contracted to her is?" Whenever Dongfang Wanyu approached Dongfang Minghui, she could sense an aura that made her heart tremble.

Qing Mo answered frankly, "Without seeing its main body, I can't tell. Judging by what I can sense now, this Demon Plant is at least intermediate-to-high level, perhaps even higher."

The two ate their roasted meat together, each preoccupied with her own thoughts and plans.

"Get some rest early. We'll continue traveling tomorrow."

Traveling? Dongfang Minghui was a little dumbfounded. She had only just returned, and The Female Lead was already planning to leave the Purple Demon Mountains?

"Seventh Sister, are we moving somewhere else?"

"Yes."

Dongfang Wanyu planned to train as she traveled, making her way to the Royal Academy.

Located in the Venus Empire, the Royal Academy was a gathering place for the Seven-Colored Continent's geniuses, somewhere the Three Great Empires scrambled to send their people.

Dongfang Wanyu wanted to study at the Royal Academy and investigate the little secrets hidden within her own body.

As for Dongfang Minghui, she was nothing more than unwanted baggage, an accident. But now this accident had something else worth uncovering. For the time being, she still had her uses.

The Purple Demon Mountains had already left Dongfang Minghui somewhat traumatized. Upon hearing that The Female Lead intended to leave, she quickly packed everything and was too excited to sleep all night.

The next day, Dongfang Minghui had intended to say goodbye to the medicinal herbs outside the cave, but whenever she approached, they trembled and huddled together.

Never mind communicating with them—even getting close was difficult.

There was no need to think about it. This was naturally her demonic pet's handiwork.

"Can you completely suppress your aura?" Dongfang Minghui tried to communicate with the blasted demonic pet. She felt that it was not merely a nuisance, but downright hateful. It had robbed her of her only pleasure in this world.

"I can, but on one condition."

Her demonic pet was actually bargaining with its master.

Dongfang Minghui did not even need to hear it to know what the blasted demonic pet wanted.

"I want to make your Seventh Sister my Furnace Cauldron. The next time I make a move on her, don't interfere."

Dongfang Minghui: "..." Fucking hell. If The Female Lead learned what her demonic pet was thinking, there was a two-hundred-percent chance she would chop her into mince and feed her to the dogs.