It seemed to wail with mournful resentment, clasped in Fang Yang's palm!
The wind howled, sending his black hair flying.
Above the Demon Venerable Pavilion, Fang Yang stood proud.
Waves of cold, sinister energy radiated from him.
He had already crushed Ye Qinghong's card. Now, a sword hovered in his mind-the God-Shocking Sword!
And it was the complete version, far, far stronger than the one Ye Qinghong cultivated.
Whoosh!
The wind continued to howl. The Demon Venerable Pavilion seemed so cold, and everyone in the Demon Cult felt an icy killing intent.
They raised their heads toward that solitary, lofty figure.
They were both awed by him and drawn to Fang Yang's charm.
With the Charm Card's enhancement.
Fang Yang swept men, women, humans, and beasts off their feet without exception.
Everyone stared, spellbound.
Ye Qinghong's expression was cool, but his glazed sword heart wavered slightly as those mortifying images surfaced in his mind again.
For a moment, ripples stirred through his eyes!
Inner demon, watch me suppress you!
He closed his eyes, driving his glazed sword heart furiously.
Meanwhile, Huang Fuling lay sprawled on the ground, gazing at Fang Yang in a daze.
She knew the fiend was charming, but she had never imagined his charm could reach such heights.
It made her long to offer herself to his bed.
But when she recalled the fiend's cruel methods over the years, her gaze gradually dimmed. She forcibly suppressed those feelings and let out a melancholy sigh.
Once again, she tightened her grip on the jade slip from the Spring Passion Hall!
As she poured more spiritual energy into it.
Her gaze grew increasingly plaintive, and layer upon layer of sunset seemed to spread across her face.
Beautiful and alluring.
Outside the crowd, the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King likewise fell into a brief daze.
For a moment, her heart rippled with emotion.
But she quickly recovered and silently spat in disdain.
You damned fiend, you truly are sinister and cunning. You even dared to seduce me. Fortunately, I am resolute and leave nothing out of my calculations.
My revenge plan is progressing steadily.
By now, you must have completely lowered your guard against me and fallen deeply in love. Before long, I will kill you with my own hands.
The corners of her lips lifted, brimming with self-satisfaction.
She seemed to already see the fiend dying in her bed.
Eager to find someone to agree with her, she turned toward her little maid.
"Ling'er, isn't my strategy excellent?"
"Hasn't that fiend fallen into my trap?"
"..."
The little maid remained silent, her round, bun-like face full of conflicted feelings, as though she did not know how to begin.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"Am I not clever? Isn't this plan perfect?"
"Everything has clearly unfolded exactly as I anticipated."
The Princess Consort was already growing displeased.
She would not allow anyone to question her decisions.
The little maid looked from Fang Yang to the Princess Consort, wavering, as though she could not bear to say it.
But in the end, under the Princess Consort's stern gaze, she hemmed and hawed for a long while before finally speaking.
"Your Highness, your plan... is fairly decent, but that fiend doesn't seem to have ever been injured. Even if he's deeply in love, I'm afraid you still won't have much of a chance."
Boom!
Rolling thunderclaps struck the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King squarely in the head, leaving that clever-as-a-monkey brain of hers utterly blank.
That's right!
All her schemes were built on the premise that the fiend had suffered cultivation deviation and been gravely injured.
Only then could she assassinate him with her mortal body.
But the problem was that the fiend had remained completely unscathed. All her schemes were like duckweed drifting in the wind, without any foundation.
Naturally, they could hardly be called effective.
"So what exactly have I been doing all this time?"
The Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King murmured, utterly dispirited.
She thought of how she had dressed in a seductress's clothes every night, applying makeup before the mirror.
She thought of how she had held that mortifying Booklet as though it were a secret martial arts manual, studying its coquettish poses.
She thought of how, beneath the clear moonlight, she had smiled seductively like a brothel girl, luring him into her courtyard and then into her bed.
Until she had become so haggard and exhausted.
She had cast aside her dignity and sacrificed everything, only for all of it to prove useless in the end.
Not only had the fiend suffered no harm, but thanks to her efforts...
He had enjoyed himself even more?
Handing myself over for nothing! Absolutely nothing!
For a moment, the Princess Consort even began to wonder whether she was stupid. This had never happened to her before; it was almost inconceivable.
Under that crushing blow, she remained dazed for a long time,
Until...
Meow!
A plaintive feline cry rang out.
She looked down.
She found the White Snow Lion Cat staring fixedly at the fiend suspended in the air, desire rippling through her glassy eyes.
The cat even willingly exposed her belly and began yowling in heat...
"..."
For a moment, the corners of the Princess Consort's mouth twitched, grief and indignation mingling,
This is bullying! Utter bullying!
She herself had been bullied until her body was weak, while her little maid could only lie beneath the bed every night.
Now even the White Snow Lion Cat had been seduced by this fiend. Was he determined to wipe them all out?
Everyone harbored different thoughts.
At that moment, however, no one noticed that inside the White Bone Elder's corpse,
A white pearl was slowly splitting open, cracks appearing across its surface.
The cracks were tiny at first, but gradually grew more numerous and densely packed, until they spread over the pearl like a spiderweb.
From those fissures, streams of yin energy seeped out.
The yin energy was deathly white, like thick fog.
The moment it emerged, it gathered together, twisting and distorting wildly.
As though it were transforming into something.
Wherever it passed, layers of frost formed on the ground.
Some trees even withered rapidly.
As though stripped of life,
And this was only the beginning. The mist continued to multiply and thicken.
Finally, it formed a human face.
This, too, was an old man, his cheeks contorted and his eyes filled with madness.
After emerging from the pearl, he first greedily drew a breath, avarice written all over his face.
Then he surveyed his surroundings.
Finally, his gaze settled on Fang Yang.
"Such pure energy. To think I could feast the moment I woke up. Tsk, tsk..."
He sneered and lunged at Fang Yang without the slightest hesitation.
Chapter 32: The Demon Venerable became everyone's cherished ideal
The cloud of yin energy moved swiftly, drifting across the plaza in almost an instant.
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