What Was Going On? He Actually Wanted to Make a Move on an Ugly Woman Like Su Ying?

"Su Ying." Chu Yu stared intently at the woman who had sat up.

"Yes, Master. What are your orders?" Although Su Ying was sitting up, her eyes remained tightly shut.

Chu Yu had given Su Ying a Truth Pill he had developed himself. Anyone who swallowed it would recognize him as their master for two hours and answer whatever he asked.

"How does the plot develop next?" Chu Yu asked.

"Hm?" Su Ying swayed her head, her brows knitting slightly. Half an incense stick's worth of time passed, but she still said nothing.

Just as Chu Yu was beginning to think it had failed, she slowly spoke.

"Master, the next part of this book's plot is that, three days from now, Demon King Feng Moyuan storms into the Cultivation Sect while many of its elders are in secluded cultivation together, determined to seek revenge on Ling Xian even at the cost of his life." Su Ying's lips parted and closed slightly as she spoke at an unhurried pace.

As Chu Yu listened, he suddenly noticed that her hair was disheveled, with loose strands resting against her face.

The candlelight flickered, lending her face an inexplicable glow. He reached out and brushed away those irritating strands.

The skin beneath his fingertips felt smooth and silky, and Chu Yu's purple eyes darkened.

Only then did he realize that she seemed somewhat different from when they had first met.

What was going on?

"And then?" Chu Yu asked softly, his voice gradually shifting from that of an innocent, guileless youth to his naturally seductive tones.

His entire appearance changed with it.

His ink-black hair fell loose, and his magnificent red robes were even more vivid than the candle flame.

Su Ying's eyes remained closed. "Then Demon Venerable Feng Moyuan catches Master Xiao Muchen off guard, abducts Ling Xian, and returns to the Demon Realm."

"What happens next?" Feng Moyuan asked quietly beside her ear.

Perhaps his warm breath tickled her, for Su Ying tilted her head slightly to the side.

"Feng Moyuan plans to pick an auspicious day to devour Ling Xian's Spiritual Root, but without realizing it, he becomes drawn to her. Then he falls madly in love with her and even wants to make her his demon empress. Ling Xian is also attracted to Feng Moyuan's appearance, and they spend some time living shamelessly together. But when their wedding approaches, Ling Xian realizes that the person she truly loves isn't Feng Moyuan, but Xiao Muchen. So she finds a way to contact Xiao Muchen, who takes her away."

Feng Moyuan raised a brow. I would fall in love with Ling Xian? Absurd!

What kind of rubbish plot was this?

And devour her Spiritual Root?

He would never eat a Spiritual Root of such a low grade. At most, he would dig it out and toss it to the spirit beasts he kept.

Feng Moyuan asked curiously, "What do you mean by living shamelessly?"

Su Ying gave no reply.

Feng Moyuan studied her closely and noticed a suspicious blush on her cheeks. While he was still puzzling over it, he heard her explanation. "It means Feng Moyuan and Ling Xian sleep together every day and never want to be apart. Um, just sleeping, sleeping..."

"Sleeping?" Feng Moyuan murmured.

Sleeping together?

His bed was made of thousand-year-old frost-fat white jade. Someone with Ling Xian's cultivation could not possibly withstand its chill.

Su Ying said, "Yes, the sort of sleeping where they wish they could die on top of each other. What humans commonly call making love."

Understanding dawned on Feng Moyuan. So it was that sort of sleeping.

But why would someone as fond of handsome men as Su Ying blush while discussing this?

Since when had she been so shy?

At the thought of possibly sleeping with an ugly woman, Feng Moyuan's expression darkened.

That would never happen. Even if it could, I would never allow it!

"Then what are you doing?" Feng Moyuan asked.

"After Ling Xian is abducted, Xiao Muchen realizes his feelings for her and goes down the mountain to find her. I'm one of Xiao Muchen's admirers, so I follow him down the mountain. But I'm not looking for Ling Xian. I'm the one who wishes she would never come back, so I sabotage things along the way. Several times, when Xiao Muchen finds clues about Ling Xian, I either mislead him or destroy them..." Su Ying paused after finishing, then added, "Master, I don't like doing things like that."

"Why?"

"Because I don't like Xiao Muchen."

A devilishly alluring smile curled Feng Moyuan's lips. She didn't like him?

All the better.

Su Ying was destined to become a member of the Demon Realm. People of the Demon Realm should not fall for immortal cultivators.

"You may lie down now." Feng Moyuan stood before the bed. He had learned everything he wanted to know.

There was nothing more to ask.

"Yes, Master." Su Ying tried to lie down, but with her arms wrapped around her legs, she kept rocking and turning in place.

No matter what she did, she could not lie down.

She looked like a complete drunk, and a rather foolish one at that.

"So stupid." Looking thoroughly disdainful, Feng Moyuan gave Su Ying a gentle push.

She instantly lost her balance and began to fall.

But as she fell, she grabbed Feng Moyuan's lapels.

Thump! Su Ying fell onto the bed, dragging Feng Moyuan down with her. Just before their bodies pressed together, he braced himself against the bed.

They were extremely close, their breaths mingling, their lips almost touching.

As Feng Moyuan looked at her soft pink lips, he suddenly felt the urge to bite them.

It lasted only an instant. In the next breath, he immediately stood up.

What was going on? I actually wanted to make a move on an ugly woman like Su Ying?

His cheeks felt hot, and Feng Moyuan hurried out of the room.

Standing outside the door, he sent a message to his subordinate through thousand-mile voice transmission.

In three days, they would muster their forces and attack the Cultivation Sect, demanding an explanation for his failed advancement.

Far away, Black Shadow received the Demon Venerable's message and could not help shuddering.

Seriously?

Attack an immortal cultivation sect?

Wasn't their Demon Venerable having the time of his life in the Cultivation Sect? He even seemed to have taken a fancy to two beauties.

How could he decide to attack just like that?

Then Black Shadow considered that this might be a scheme their Demon Venerable had devised to abduct the two beauties openly, and everything instantly made sense.

He immediately went to make preparations.

The following day.

Su Ying woke up and rubbed the aching back of her head. "Why does my head hurt so much again?" she muttered in bewilderment.

She sat up and saw that she had not been sleeping on her pillow. She immediately felt relieved. No wonder her head hurt. She had thought she was having another episode.

Su Ying got out of bed, feeling as though something had happened last night.

But she could not remember any of it.

She did not dwell on it. After washing up, she prepared breakfast for Chu Yu.

Chu Yu enjoyed another delicious meal.

After breakfast, Su Ying pulled Chu Yu over to the entrance of the pill-refining room. "We should refine that Mist Beast's Beast Core as soon as possible. The pills we make will be of a higher grade."

After all, pill refining also depended on the freshness of certain ingredients. The fresher they were, the greater the chance of producing high-grade pills.

"But Senior Sister, I've never learned pill refining." Chu Yu looked bewildered and timid, as though afraid he would mess things up.

Su Ying reassured him, "Don't be afraid. Aren't I here with you? I guarantee it'll be a third-tier spirit pill."

"All right, Senior Sister." Putting on an expression that said he was counting on her, Chu Yu followed her into the pill-refining room.