His only chance was to use a Forbidden Technique, burning his internal organs in exchange for tremendous strength, then cut down this shameless woman who was trying to sleep with his master.
But that required time, which was why he kept stalling here.
Now, however, it seemed he had botched things.
Ye Qinghong and the fiend were in an ambiguous stage of their relationship. What he had just said had been too explicit and had angered him instead.
Ultimately, Ye Qinghong was still the God-Shocking Sword, an icy goddess-like figure. Even the fiend could not conquer him completely.
Just as this Demonic Path disciple was pondering how to break out of this predicament, a cool voice rang out beside his ear.
"Wrong."
The Demonic Path disciple looked up in confusion, meeting Ye Qinghong's cool gaze, so stubborn and so resolute.
"You got the order wrong. I haven't married Master yet. I can't have children."
"?"
He was instantly dumbfounded. Staring blankly at Ye Qinghong, he felt he had gained an entirely new understanding of the God-Shocking Sword.
So...
All that silence and contemplation had been about the order of events, not anger?
"Keep talking..."
That same cool voice, like snow and ice filling the sky.
Next, the Demonic Path disciple began racking his brains to praise Ye Qinghong and Fang Yang.
He wished he could talk them up into the most perfectly matched married couple in the world.
Ye Qinghong even asked a question or two from time to time. By the end, the Demonic Path disciple's mouth was dry, and the torment had nearly driven him to a breakdown. At that moment, his Forbidden Technique that burned his organs finally took shape.
Without any hesitation, he abruptly seized the saber formed from ice and snow and slashed at Ye