The cultists exchanged glances, then dropped to their knees with a series of thuds, without the slightest hesitation.
"Please see the truth, Demon Venerable! We are utterly loyal to you and harbor no thoughts of betrayal!"
"Exactly! There is no need to test us again, Demon Venerable. We can never coexist with those traitorous rebels!"
"We are willing to swear before heaven and earth! Please spare us, Demon Venerable!"
"..."
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Chapter 33: Would the Princess Consort Kill Him?
The Demon Cult members kowtowed with resounding thumps, pleading desperately.
Their faces were filled with terror.
There was nothing they could do. The Demon Venerable's moods were unpredictable, and he never cared about his subordinates' attitudes toward him.
He did, however, enjoy playing games.
Just like this time, when he had pretended to suffer injuries from cultivation deviation, waiting until all the traitorous rebels had jumped out.
Then he had slaughtered them all!
He simply loved the feeling of toying with everything in the palm of his hand.
They had already been played once just now. The blood of those traitorous rebels had not even dried.
Now the Demon Venerable was pretending to be injured again. Wouldn't they be utter fools if they still jumped out?
All they could say was that he truly lived up to his title. His cruelty knew no bounds.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Everyone kept kowtowing.
Fang Yang's face was deathly pale, blood still staining the corner of his mouth.
He stood atop the Bell of All Life.
His wild hair whipped about, his black robes billowing!
At the sight, he froze briefly, then immediately realized what was happening.
It seemed he had been right to use his Charm Card, God-Shocking Sword, and Demon Venerable Peak Experience Card!
He had successfully cowed these people.
These fellows, who had been itching to make a move, now submitted to him completely and feared him.
His eyes were cold as he gazed down, taking in the kneeling cultists, the plaintive Huang Fuling, and Ye Qinghong, who stood in green robes, staring coldly at him.
Finally, his gaze settled on the Princess Consort.
The Princess Consort happened to look his way as well, her expression brimming with towering hatred. Yet the instant she saw Fang Yang...
The acting skills she had honed over these past days kicked in automatically.
A faint smile spread across her stunning, elegant oval face, and she gave Fang Yang a seductive glance.
Fang Yang froze. Already weak, his legs began trembling as he recalled all the pills he had swallowed over the past several days.
Sure enough, the Princess Consort really does have those twisted feelings for me. And she has incredible endurance.
The two of them had fought by lamplight deep into the night for so long.
After only one night apart, she had been unable to resist chasing after him despite her illness. Even he found that rather terrifying.
He had originally thought himself formidable, but compared with the Princess Consort, he was still far too weak.
His energy was already depleted, and now he was injured as well. His heart was willing, but his strength was lacking.
Still, with so many people watching, he naturally could not refuse her in public if he wanted to maintain his image.
He could only agree for now, then find an excuse to turn her down later.
With that thought, Fang Yang drew a deep breath and revealed a meaningful smile that only the Princess Consort would understand.
The Princess Consort had still been smiling gently.
But the instant she saw that smile, she shuddered. Her delicate body trembled, panic filling her face.
During their time together, the two had developed an exceptional understanding.
They did not even need words. A single glance was enough.
She knew all too well what Fang Yang's smile meant. At once, her whole body ached, and her legs went weak.
Sure enough, my plan has worked-far too well, even. The fiend's feelings for me have taken deep root, and he has completely lowered his guard.
Even now, he wants to flirt with me.
That damned fiend!
He really is vicious and brutal!
Even at a time like this, he won't let me off. Run. I have to run.
Her small face deathly pale and her phoenix eyes filled with panic, the Princess Consort hurried down the mountain without the slightest hesitation.
She was terrified that Fang Yang would demand she attend him in bed again.
At that moment, she had none of the composure befitting the Great Tang Kingdom's Princess Consort of the South. She was practically a petty thief fleeing in panic.
And her steps were unsteady.
Watching the Princess Consort hurry away, Fang Yang drew a deep breath. His legs trembled even harder, and he could not help bracing himself against the Bell of All Life beside him.
I knew the Princess Consort was eager, but surely not this eager?
The moment she got my hint, she rushed toward the Parasol Tree Courtyard. Is she already planning to go back and make the bed?
No! I have to find an excuse!
Fang Yang's expression turned solemn. No longer willing to waste words with these people, he swept his sleeve.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The Bell of All Life rang out again, its peals deep and resounding.
Under everyone's gaze, Fang Yang stood alone and spoke expressionlessly.
"Effective immediately, the Demon Venerable Pavilion is once again forbidden ground. Anyone who trespasses shall die!"
"Everyone except Ye Qinghong, master of the Sword Hall, is to disperse!"
His rebuke rang out.
As though granted a great pardon, everyone hurried away.
Only Huang Fuling gazed longingly at the figure atop the Bell of All Life, her eyes brimming with desire.
She nearly bit through her crimson lips.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she flew toward the Hot Spring on the Back Mountain.
She had to take a bath to clear her head.
Otherwise, how could she possibly sleep through the long night?
Meanwhile, at the Parasol Tree Courtyard.
The Princess Consort limped back, panting for breath.
The waves surged so violently that the White Snow Lion Cat felt as though it were surfing. Finally, it cast a leisurely glance at the Princess Consort.
It let out a meow.
At that moment, the young maid caught up as well,
Gulping down great breaths of air.
She looked at her mistress and asked in confusion.
"P-Princess Consort, you're so weak. Why did you run so fast? I saw you nearly fall over. Were you afraid that fiend would cause you trouble?"
"Who... who says I was afraid?"
The Princess Consort's misty brows shot up!
"I'm not afraid of that fiend. There is a sea of blood between us. Sooner or later, I will kill him with my own hands."
"I simply couldn't stand his arrogant behavior just now. That's right, that was all!"
The Princess Consort tilted up her oval face, revealing her snow-white collarbones, strands of black hair falling beside her temples.
Graceful and beautiful!
Yet there was a trace of guilty panic about her.
The young maid sighed, looking at her mistress's pale cheeks and slightly trembling legs.
In the end, she did not expose her.
She merely ventured a suggestion.
"Princess Consort, that fiend seemed seriously injured to me. He even spat blood at the end. Don't you want to kill him? Tonight would be the perfect opportunity!"
"Why don't you invite him over again? You can stay on the bed, and I'll hide beneath it. Once the fiend is weakened, we'll attack together from inside and out. We'll definitely be able to take him down!"
"No!"
The moment she heard the word "bed," the Princess Consort felt her whole body go weak and her vision darken. She cried out instinctively.
"Why not? Don't you want to assassinate that fiend?"
"When I say no, I mean no!"
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