A moment later, the two of them flew to the top of the Demon Venerable Pavilion together.
Under the eyes of the multitude, Fang Yang stood atop the Bell of All Life.
His black hair whipped wildly as he looked down upon all living beings.
His tall, straight figure, his pale face, and the blood staining his clothes-
Together, they were enough to engrave him deep in everyone's heart.
To make that impression even deeper,
And sweep away everyone's doubts, Fang Yang had even swallowed the Charm Pill he had won in the lottery.
The fierce wind howled!
Overhead, dark clouds churned!
A blazing sun hung behind him.
It tore through the ink-black clouds, casting down waves of light.
This was a painting!
A painting that would be etched into their very bones.
Below the palace, everyone stared blankly at the scene, as though they had turned into wooden statues.
Humanity shared a common understanding of beauty!
And at this moment, everyone was stunned by what they saw.
Especially the female followers.
"Ah!!! The Demon Venerable is so handsome! I'm aching for him!"
"Isn't he just? I knew the Demon Venerable was handsome, but I never imagined he could be this handsome."
"I'll be the Demon Venerable's faithful follower for the rest of my life! No one can stop me!"
"I heard the Demon Venerable is terribly lustful and has captured lots of women. Why hasn't he captured me?"
"In your dreams! If he's going to capture anyone, it should be me."
"Broaden your horizons! Couldn't he capture all of us?"
"Who is that ugly thing? Why are they standing in front of the Demon Venerable? Get out of the way!"
"..."
Everyone screamed, their eyes brimming with desire.
The voluptuous woman beside her husband spat under her breath and cursed those shameless vixens.
Then she bit her lip, her gaze growing deep.
She stared, entranced, at the figure atop the Bell of All Life.
At some point, her shapely legs had twisted tightly together...
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Chapter 27: The Three Women Meet for the First Time
"The Demon Venerable really is handsome..."
The woman lightly bit her crimson lip, gazing at that figure in a trance.
Although this fiend committed every conceivable evil and was cruel and tyrannical, she had to admit that his looks were first-rate.
If the Tang Kingdom had a Romantic Ranking to match its Rouge Ranking, the fiend could probably claim first place with ease.
This scene in particular would likely remain engraved deep in her heart for the rest of her life, impossible to forget.
At that thought, she wanted to go bathe in the back mountain again...
Just as she was at a loss over what to do, she suddenly remembered the little toy she had requested from the Spring Passion Hall.
With a flick of her sleeve, a jade slip appeared in her delicate hand.
The Demon Venerable...
Truly was captivating.
Unfortunately, few people outside knew that the Demon Venerable's brutality exceeded anything most could imagine.
Of all the stunning women the Demon Venerable had abducted, not one except the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King had ever walked out of the Demon Venerable Pavilion!
If not for that, she would probably have taken the initiative to seduce him long ago, rather than avoiding him whenever possible as she had before.
Just as countless thoughts swirled through her mind,
"Look! Who's coming?"
"She's so beautiful! That must be the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King, first on the Rouge Ranking, right?"
"Rounded as a pearl, lustrous as jade, graceful as a startled swan. No wonder the Demon Venerable hasn't killed her and keeps her in the Parasol Tree Courtyard."
"I heard the Demon Sect has been staying overnight at the Parasol Tree Courtyard every night lately. The next day, the Princess Consort goes to bathe at the Back Mountain Hot Spring."
"Even heroes cannot pass unscathed through the gates of beauty. The Demon Venerable is no exception."
"I heard the Princess Consort keeps a White Snow Lion Cat. That Lion Cat is female, and she's been going to bathe in the back mountain a lot lately too. Do you think..."
"..."
Everyone whispered among themselves and looked toward the rear.
A woman in a lavish long dress, dignified and virtuous in bearing, was ascending the steps.
Her skin was pure as ice and jade, smooth and soft as cream.
She had the bearing of Lady Ban continuing the histories and the grace of the Xie family's maiden composing verses on snow.
She held a White Snow Lion Cat in her arms, her steps somewhat slow.
A gust of wind came, sending her sleeves fluttering.
Her beauty took their breath away.
She was none other than the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King, first on the Tang Kingdom's Rouge Ranking.
The Princess Consort bit her lip as she struggled upward.
As she walked, she condemned the fiend's brutality.
If not for that fiend, how could she have ended up in such a sorry state?
Serves you right for being so vicious! For abducting beautiful women! For calling yourself the world's greatest fiend! For coming every night to ravish... pah! Torture me!
You deserve everything that's happened to you.
A sea of blood separates us.
Just you wait. One day, I'll plunge this emerald hairpin into your neck and avenge my hatred.
Serves you right for torturing me, for bullying me...
She clenched her teeth, her hatred undiminished, and soon reached the edge of the crowd beneath the Demon Venerable Pavilion.
She saw the magnificent Demon Venerable Pavilion, and she saw Fang Yang standing atop it, his black hair whipping wildly and blood at the corner of his mouth.
For a moment, she froze in place. She watched silently for a long time before murmuring,
"One day, I'll kill you."
"So..."
"Will you stay alive until that day?"
Time slowly passed, and the atmosphere beneath the Demon Venerable Pavilion grew increasingly oppressive.
But at that moment, Huang Fuling, the woman beside her husband, could no longer spare any attention for the fiend.
Instead, she turned her gaze upon the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King, studying her pale cheeks with their faint flush.
And that strange way she stood.
How could she fail to understand what had happened to her these past days?
When she thought of the Demon Venerable visiting the Parasol Tree Courtyard every night and lavishing his favor upon the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King,
While she herself could only rely on the Spring Passion Hall's little toy, jealousy and resentment welled up together.
Hmph, a bitch putting on airs of dignity!
She ground her teeth. Just then, the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King looked over as well, catching sight of the voluptuous Huang Fuling with desire written all over her face.
For some inexplicable reason, she felt uncomfortable, as though she had spotted her greatest enemy.
Hmph, a foxy temptress flaunting her charms!
Each woman delivered an accurate assessment of the other, yet both wore friendly smiles.
The instant they turned away, their gazes grew icy.
And just then...
Whoosh!
In the distance, a streak of sword light flashed past!
Like a gently drifting autumn wind!
In an instant, a woman wearing a fitted blue outfit, with a high ponytail and a longsword on his back, descended from the sky.
His expression was icy, his eyes clear and pure as mirrors.
Together with that faint murderous intent!
His mere arrival silenced everyone,
Leaving them mute as cicadas in the cold.
It could not be helped. This woman was none other than Ye Qinghong of the God-Shocking Sword.
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