The Eldest Disciple

That would leave a hidden threat behind.

Outside the secret chamber, sunlight bathed everything in a bright glow.

Fang Yang's mood improved a little, and he looked ahead.

He happened to spot a voluptuous beauty leaning against a railing, gazing into the distance.

She wore a luxurious long dress, her flowing black hair falling naturally like silk.

Graceful and enchanting, hers was a beauty that could topple cities and kingdoms.

At once, he found himself unable to look away.

From her clothes and appearance,

Fang Yang immediately recognized her as the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King, Han Lingxuan, mentioned in the diary.

Although he had already imagined what this legendary greatest beauty of the Tang Kingdom might look like,

his first real glimpse of her still left him dazed for a moment.

The narration rang out in his ears right on cue.

[Holy shit, she's gorgeous! The moment you stepped out of the secret chamber, you couldn't help being stunned by the beauty before you. Demonic desire stirred within you. Why should that demon get to play Cao Cao, coveting another man's wife, while I can't? Your heart burned. Seeing that no one was around and the pavilion offered lovely scenery, with a railing to lean against...]

"..."

Fang Yang's face darkened with exasperation.

He immediately blocked out that shameless narration.

Recalling the details of the demon's dealings with the princess consort recorded in the diary,

he drew a deep breath.

His expression turned dark.

A wicked, arrogantly unrestrained smile, like that of a domineering CEO, appeared on his handsome face.

He tapped his toes against the ground.

His terrifying physical prowess sent him soaring forward.

He landed exactly a foot in front of her.

A delicate fragrance wafted toward him, refreshing his heart and soul.

The smile on his face grew even brighter.

The demon was right before her.

As a mere mortal, Han Lingxuan naturally could not sense Fang Yang's aura.

Nor did she know whether Fang Yang had grown weaker.

But she could no longer afford to worry about any of that.

Once the arrow left the bow, there was no calling it back!

Now, she lightly bit her crimson lips.

Her smile was like...

Forcing down her fear and disgust,

she said softly, "Demon Venerable, you've finally emerged from seclusion. Now I no longer have to worry as I did before."

She stepped gracefully toward him.

Since she had previously been a noble princess consort, she had no experience playing the seductress.

Her smile and movements were somewhat stiff.

But her beauty was enough to make up for everything.

The princess consort really was having an affair with that demon. Otherwise, why would someone he abducted act so intimately toward him? Surely it couldn't be Stockholm syndrome?

Still, my performance was too convincing. Even the princess consort, who shared his bed, hasn't noticed anything amiss. She really thinks I'm the original Demon Venerable. I'll keep following the plan.

Fang Yang mused, inwardly exhilarated.

His smile softened a little more.

Seeing that smile, the princess consort felt equally stirred.

My performance was too convincing! Even someone as cunning and vicious as this demon hasn't noticed anything amiss! He really thinks I'm in love with him. I'll keep following the plan.

Each harbored a secret scheme.

They drew closer and closer...

The princess consort clenched the hairpin in her hand, her face flushed with excitement and her entire body trembling!

The plan... was becoming more and more perfect.

The demon had no idea she knew the secret of his impotence.

With her acting so deeply in love, he would surely let down his guard.

But the moment they actually came into contact, his extreme hatred of women would undoubtedly flare up.

He would push her aside.

And he would also lower his guard.

That would be her best opportunity.

Everything was going exactly as Han Lingxuan had planned.

The demon was putting on an act to conceal his impotence.

There was even a lecherous smile in his eyes.

His breathing had grown a little faster, too.

As though he truly could barely restrain himself.

Heh...

Quite a convincing act.

You must be practically sick with disgust inside, right?

That's exactly what I want-to disgust you, you demon.

The princess consort sneered inwardly.

Swaying her waist, she continued forward.

She was just about to slip into his arms.

Demon, isn't it time you reached out and pushed me away?

She gripped her hairpin, sneering to herself.

She felt that everything was going according to plan.

Not a single possibility had escaped her calculations.

At last, beneath her excited gaze,

the Demon Venerable raised his large hand!

He abruptly wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

Smack! He slapped her shapely curves.

A crisp sound rang out.

Then he lowered his head and gave her a deep kiss.

The princess consort's delicate body stiffened, and her lovely legs went weak.

Her composure shattered!

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Chapter 3: The Eldest Disciple

Heavenly thunder ignited earthly fire.

The whole world seemed to freeze.

Han Lingxuan's beautiful eyes widened, her entire body rigid.

Her mind went completely blank.

After a long while, they parted.

Fang Yang raised his head, her fragrance still lingering on his lips and tongue.

He felt even more pleased with himself!

Just now, he had seen Han Lingxuan's flushed face and trembling body.

Clearly, she had been begging for affection.

His eldest disciple was still waiting for him, so he could not linger.

He had therefore acted decisively and bestowed a little favor.

It seemed she was quite satisfied.

Still...

The princess consort's seduction truly was not something an ordinary man could withstand.

He had nearly lost control.

Fang Yang reached out and gently stroked Han Lingxuan's flowing black hair.

He leaned close to her lustrous earlobe.

"Go back to the rear courtyard and wait. I'll come to you tonight."

With that, he strode away.