"Fuling, it's already so late. Where are you going?"
"What business is it of yours where I go? Move!"
Huang Fuling's brows knitted tightly, and she snapped at him.
"Fuling, don't be like that. I'm only concerned about you. Besides... what did you mean by that demon you mentioned?"
"Could it be that you've washed up and dressed like this just to see that demon?"
Yuan Heng hurriedly explained himself, probing cautiously.
Once he had finished speaking, he stared nervously at Huang Fuling, waiting for his wife's answer.
His mouth went dry, terrified that he would hear the answer he dreaded.
Seeing Yuan Heng's shifting expression, Huang Fuling gave a cold smile. As though something had occurred to her, she answered without hesitation.
"That's right. I'm going to see the Demon Venerable."
"And to tell you the truth, tonight I'm going to offer myself to him, so I can win his favor."
"Do you understand? If you do, get the hell out of my way!"
"And stop calling me Fuling. I'm afraid the Demon Venerable might misunderstand."
With those words, Huang Fuling snorted coldly, pushed off the ground with her toes, and shot into the distance.
Before long, she had vanished into the deepening night.
Only Yuan Heng remained standing there, his face twisted, his teeth clenched, screaming madly inside.
Demon, I'll kill you. I'll definitely kill you!
No matter what, I'll make sure you die without even a place to bury your corpse!!!
The night was cold, but not as cold as Yuan Heng's heart.
He wished he could charge into the Demon Venerable Pavilion right now and tear that demon to pieces.
After a long while, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he looked in the direction Huang Fuling had gone.
He murmured.
"It's a lie. It has to be a lie."
"Fuling has feelings for me. Otherwise, she wouldn't have needed to say any of that. She could've just gone straight to the Demon Venerable Pavilion."
"She must have seen me getting a little close to the other female cultists these past two days and gotten jealous. That's why she deliberately tried to upset me."
"I can't do that anymore. At the very least, I have to keep my conduct clean in front of Fuling. Only then can I win her heart."
"That's right. That must be it!"
Beneath the night sky, Yuan Heng murmured to himself. The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed, until he even felt he had grasped the truth.
His spirits instantly lifted. As though he had already won Huang Fuling over, he walked cheerfully back inside.
The night hung like a curtain over the earth.
Everything seemed so peaceful.
At the Demon Venerable Pavilion, the Blood Rain Demon Venerable's sleeping palace, a figure came flying through the darkness.
Before long, she slipped inside the sleeping palace.
It was none other than Huang Fuling.
The Blood Rain Demon Venerable's sleeping palace was vast and empty.
Cold and gloomy, with chilling drafts sweeping through from time to time.
In the four corners of the sleeping palace.
Stood oil lamps fashioned from skulls.
Even killing his enemies had not appeased the demon's anger, so he had made their skulls into oil lamps.
He kept them lit inside his sleeping palace.
As his trophies!
Ordinarily, Huang Fuling would never have dared sneak into the Demon Venerable Pavilion, much less enter his sleeping palace.
Especially faced with such a sinister scene, even she, a Demon Cult member, would probably have felt profound terror.
Her hair would have stood on end, a chill creeping down her spine.
But tonight, for some reason, as she took in these sights, she actually found them unusually warm and intimate.
The oil lamps seemed like the crimson candles shedding wax tears on a wedding night. This dim setting only made everything feel more intimate and romantic.
Everything seemed to have been prepared for tonight.
"If the Demon Venerable Pavilion is the Demon Cult's forbidden ground, then the Demon Venerable's sleeping palace is the most forbidden place of all."
"They say no woman has ever been allowed into his sleeping palace. But tonight, I'll lie on this bed and give myself completely to him."
"So what if the Princess Consort got there before me?"
"Has she ever entered this sleeping palace? Has she ever lain on the Demon Venerable's bed? In the end, I've come from behind and overtaken her."
The corners of Huang Fuling's lips curled upward, her excitement impossible to contain, as though she had already left that bitch with her pretended dignity far behind.
Dressed in clothing as thin as a cicada's wings, she made a circuit of the sleeping palace, savoring the Demon Venerable's presence.
She was utterly intoxicated, her eyes full of anticipation.
Finally, she reached the innermost part of the sleeping palace, where a dragon bed stood.
It was fashioned entirely from black jade.
Cool in summer and warm in winter, it was worth a fortune.
This was the bed where the Demon Venerable rested.
Now, Huang Fuling stood before it, biting her lip, gazing at the bed in a trance as her delicate body trembled faintly.
A rosy flush spread across her snow-white skin.
Making her all the more alluring.
The lamplight flickered.
In the darkness, she simply stared fixedly at the Demon Venerable's bed before finally untying her sash.
Leaving only her alluring undergarments.
And exposing her flawless figure, like mutton-fat jade, to the darkness.
Snow-white skin, graceful curves.
Everything was so beautiful.
She lay down on the bed, slipped beneath Fang Yang's quilt, and wrapped it tightly around herself.
Her fingers still clutched a corner of the quilt.
With a deep breath, she caught the Demon Venerable's scent, as though she were already lying in his arms.
Held tightly in his embrace, with tonight their wedding night.
The more she thought about it, the more bashful she became. A mist seemed to veil her beautiful eyes as she buried herself beneath the quilt and waited for the Demon Venerable to arrive.
Tonight was destined to be wonderful, wasn't it?
The night deepened.
Fang Yang finished his day's cultivation, left the main hall of the Demon Venerable Pavilion, and headed toward his sleeping palace.
The repeated campaigns, the slaughter during the day.
Had left him utterly exhausted.
His waist ached, his back hurt, and even his legs felt a little weak as he staggered into the sleeping palace.
Sure enough, lust was a blade that scraped the bones!
The Princess Consort was indeed beautiful, fully deserving of her place on the Tang Kingdom's Rouge Ranking.
But she was just...
Too demanding, too tireless.
If this kept up, he would probably give out before anyone even exposed him.
With a sigh, he walked into the sleeping palace.
Since there were no outsiders around, he had not activated the Profound Heaven Strategy, nor had he noticed anything unusual inside.
After resting briefly, he headed toward his bed, soon reaching it and taking off his clothes.
The lamplight in the sleeping palace was dim, and since he had not been paying attention in the first place, he did not look at the bed.
He simply lay down and slipped beneath the covers.
The instant he entered the bed, Fang Yang sensed that something was wrong.
Before he could react...
A fragrance like a secluded orchid in an empty valley reached his nose. Then a soft body wrapped its arms around him from behind.
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Chapter 39: You're Not the Princess Consort!
Inside the dim hall, Fang Yang stiffened, alarm bells blaring in his mind.
A Demon Venerable Card instantly appeared in his hand.
Who was it?
Why had someone sneaked into his bed?
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