But... what exactly should her plan be?
She frowned, racking her brains.
After a long while, her eyes lit up.
I've got it!
Judging by how impatient the fiend had been last night, after suppressing himself for so many years, he had become a complete lecher.
And a ravenously hungry one at that.
In storybooks, the best way to deal with a lecher was seduction.
A female assassin would disguise herself as a peerless beauty, get close to her target, and kill him with a single strike when he let his guard down!
She could do exactly the same!
This fiend had spent a month in death seclusion. The elders could vouch for that.
Apparently, during death seclusion, the surrounding spiritual energy would ripple slightly. That was impossible to fake.
And the spiritual energy inside the cave had rippled for an entire month.
Supposedly, no one had ever stayed in death seclusion that long. The fiend must have suffered grievous injuries and was merely putting on an act now.
And that gave her the perfect opportunity.
She could deliberately seduce him, then strike when he was at his happiest and least guarded.
With her beauty and a few vixen's tricks, she would surely leave the fiend utterly bewitched, not knowing which way was up.
He would have no defenses whatsoever.
Besides, throwing herself at him yesterday must have convinced the fiend that she had truly fallen for him,
Making him lower his guard.
A foolproof plan! A truly foolproof plan!
The Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King grew excited again.
She felt that everything was firmly in her grasp.
She hurriedly changed her clothes and headed toward Wutong Courtyard.
Now she had to hurry back and study that booklet illustrating all sorts of positions.
With a studious attitude.
So she could seduce the fiend!
"Fiend, just you wait for your death."
The princess consort brimmed with confidence.
Chapter 11: It Is Your Joyous Wedding Day
[Silk Binder: Han Lingxuan] [Cultivation realm: none] [Constitution: bridal robe divine body (after dual cultivation, the cultivation power she has accumulated will be transferred in equal measure to her dual cultivation partner, aiding their cultivation)] [Affection: -25 (hatred to the bone)]
Mist swirled through the space within his mind.
The Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King's puppet knelt on the ground, her body covered in red threads.
Yet the panel above her head had changed slightly.
"Her affection went up by five points?"
"Even that can raise her affection? A month really was too long."
"Still, all my hard work wasn't wasted."
Fang Yang supported his lower back, feeling deeply gratified. Those five affection points had not risen for nothing.
At the very least, they had given him five matchmaking points-five chances to draw a prize.
[Ding!] [Treasure chest opened. One matchmaking point consumed. Your treasure was stolen by a mouse. Consolation points +1 (when consolation points reach 10, the next draw has a 100% chance of awarding a treasure chest)]
"???"
Fang Yang slowly produced three question marks, his face darkening. What did that mean?
His treasure had been stolen by a mouse?
So he had won nothing. Thanks for playing.
And why did this drawing system feel so familiar?
No, keep drawing.
[Ding!] [Treasure chest opened. One matchmaking point consumed. Your treasure was stolen by a mouse. Consolation points +1. Current consolation points: 2] [...]
Two empty draws in a row.
Fang Yang was beginning to doubt his luck.
That's not right!
My odds were great the first time I drew.
How did I start failing now?
Was today just an unlucky day?
No!
I can't draw anymore. I need to save these two matchmaking points and wait until my luck turns around.
Fang Yang had considerable faith in his self-control and was just about to exit.
How about... one last time?
Maybe those first two draws were just paving the way.
[Ding!] [Treasure chest opened. One matchmaking point consumed. Your treasure was stolen by a mouse. Consolation points +1. Current consolation points: 3]
I've already spent three matchmaking points. What's another two?
Draw!
[Ding!] [Treasure chest opened. One matchmaking point consumed. Your treasure was stolen by a mouse. Consolation points +1. Current consolation points: four.]
Fang Yang's face darkened, his expression turning cold.
He felt that he had already been trapped into throwing good money after bad.
"The... the very last time. If I come back empty-handed again, I'll never touch this damned prize draw again."
He gritted his teeth.
[Ding!] [Treasure chest opened. One matchmaking point consumed. Obtained Silk Binder Ye Qinghong's Peak God-Shocking Sword Use Card. Upon use, grants Ye Qinghong's peak combat power for ten minutes. (Note: this card contains the complete God-Shocking Sword Technique)]
"So there really is such a thing as coaxing you back when you're about to quit?"
Fang Yang looked astonished. A card had appeared in his hand, bearing a lifelike image identical to his eldest disciple.
"..."
Deliberate. This was absolutely deliberate!
For a moment, Fang Yang suspected that his so-called Matchmaker System was actually the adult version.
Otherwise, how could it be so twisted?
Shaking his head, he stopped letting his thoughts wander down that path.
For the next day, Fang Yang remained inside the Demon Venerable Pavilion, practicing his cultivation methods.
He might have fooled the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King last night.
But that was only because she was an utterly ordinary mortal, and he had happened to deliver an exceptional performance.
Anyone else would not be so easy to fool.
By now, practically everyone knew that the Demon Venerable had suffered cultivation deviation during his month of death seclusion.
He believed that many people in the Devil Palace were already itching to make a move. The only reason nothing had happened yet
Was that the Demon Venerable's fearsome reputation still intimidated them, leaving a shadow over their hearts.
But that shadow would soon fade with time, and then he would face all sorts of probes.
Once those people were completely certain that he truly was gravely injured, they would undoubtedly strike without hesitation.
At that point, no amount of pretending would help.
Thus, his most pressing task was to improve his strength as quickly as possible.
And to satisfy the princess consort as much as he could, caring for her like a gentle spring breeze to raise her affection.
So he could keep drawing prizes.
By comparison, the second task was even more important than the first.
After all, improving his strength would take a long time, while drawing a card took only an instant.
Perhaps that was the allure of prize draws!
But how could he raise her affection quickly?
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