Exclusive Possession

Sang Ying felt as if she were trapped in a ball of ice.

The surroundings were icy cold, and something heavy pressed down on her, rendering her unable to move.

She subconsciously tried to use the Spiritual Power belonging to Nascent Soul Cultivator to resist, but the Spiritual Qi in her Dantian and Qi Vortex suddenly became uncontrollable, making no movement at all.

Sang Ying began to feel fear.

The unbearable cold lasted for an unknown amount of time before Sang Ying gradually regained consciousness. When she awoke from the boundless darkness, a hoarse, cold voice reached her ears:

"Awake? If you're awake, get up."

Sang Ying instinctively reached for the Floating River Sword and attacked the source of the sound, but when she touched her waist, she grasped nothing.

Looking down, she discovered that not only was her sword gone, but her Storage Bag had also vanished!

Sang Ying was startled and tried to raise her hand to resist, but the cold fingers of the person in front of her had already landed on her throat.

The man was tall, with long, dark hair that cascaded down his back. An iron mask covered his face, completely obscuring his features. But the eyes peeking out from the hole looked strangely familiar to Sang Ying.

The hand gripping her throat tightened slowly, and the man spoke again, "I don't have much time, and I don't have time to waste on you. If you're smart, you'll obediently change your clothes and come with me."

Seeing that Sang Ying's face was getting paler and paler, and her eyes were filled with tears.

The man's eyes flickered slightly, then he released his grip.

Sang Ying slammed back onto the ice bed, her fragile throat aching as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. She glared at the man, but knew she couldn't possibly resist him at this moment.

Sang Ying's Spiritual Power was gone, and her cultivation was also sealed.

She discovered this when she was being choked; at that moment, she was just an ordinary mortal with slightly more strength than the average person.

Why is she here? Where are Ten Thousand Daos Born's other disciples? Where are Fang Chi and Jiang Zhuoxue? And who destroyed the flying boat?

A series of questions popped into Sang Ying's mind, making her realize how precarious her current situation was.

Noticing her distraction, the man frowned slightly and urged, "I don't want to repeat myself."

Sang Ying's expression turned cold, realizing that he was urging her to change her clothes and leave with him.

The robes she was wearing had been torn when the airship was destroyed, and on the ice bed where she had been lying, there was a dark purple dress, which was apparently the clothes the man in front of her had made her change into.

Sang Ying picked up her clothes and looked over calmly. "Senior, are you going to watch me change?"

The man hadn't expected her to say that, and a strange emotion welled up inside him. In the end, he could only hurriedly say, "Hurry up!" before rushing out of the ice room.

Seeing this, Sang Ying breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She quickly changed her clothes and tried to gather her Spiritual Qi again, but unsurprisingly, she failed.

Her meridians seemed to be blocked by something, preventing even a trace of Spiritual Qi from entering. Besides, everything on her was gone, even the jade pendant she wore around her neck was taken. And that pendant contained Gu Shu!

Sang Ying took a deep breath, determined to find out where she was first, and also to find out about the other people on the airship.

Having thought all this through, Sang Ying took a deep breath and stepped out of the ice room.

Outside the ice chamber, the man had been waiting for quite some time. When he finally saw Sang Ying appear, he said with a mocking tone, "I thought you were going to wait for me to come in and invite you."

"This junior is well aware of my current situation and naturally wouldn't dare to let a senior come to invite me. I just don't know who you are, or what kind of blessed place this is. I'm only worried that I might have offended you in some way." Sang Ying ignored the other party's deliberate obstruction and instead asked.

The man slightly raised his chin, his voice laced with arrogance. "What, you went through all that trouble to bring people back to save the sect, yet you don't know who your enemy is?"

Sang Ying's brow twitched, and her gaze toward the man became more wary.

"That's right, my name Fusheng!"

The Demon Lord Fusheng! He's actually the Demon Lord Fusheng?!

But why...?

"You want to ask me why I captured you but didn't kill you?" Fusheng spoke so much in public for the first time, but he didn't dislike the feeling. "You wanted to eliminate me for the sake of our sect, but I chose to spare your life."

"From now on, you will stay by my side!" Fusheng announced without giving her a chance to refuse.

Sang Ying's eyes flashed with coldness. "The Demon Lord keeps me by his side, aren't you afraid I'll find an opportunity to attack you?"

"If you have the ability, you are welcome to try." After saying this, Fusheng turned and walked out of the cave.

Just when Sang Ying thought this man was going to abandon her there, his voice came from afar. "Aren't you coming? Are you planning to stay in there forever?"

Sang Ying could easily discern the hidden threat in his words.

She closed her eyes briefly, but ultimately followed after him.

Rather than lose my life at this moment, I'd rather stay by the Demon Lord's side and take his life!

The ice chamber was built in a mountain on the outskirts of the city. The road leading from the ice chamber to the outside world was not easy to walk. Without her cultivation, Sang Ying was burdened by her cumbersome dress and stumbled along the way.

But the Demon Lord, dressed in luxurious black robes, seemed not to see him at all, and just kept walking out.

The two remained silent until they left the cave.

The sky outside was a bit brighter than before. Sang Ying turned her head and saw the majestic fairy mountain not far away. Her heart skipped a beat, but she didn't show it on her face.

"What, seeing your sect so close, are you plotting when to escape back? Then you're going to be disappointed. The demon army is still besieging the Flowing Light Sword Sect, the flying boat you brought was destroyed, and most of the people on board are seriously injured and still recovering. With internal and external troubles, do you think anyone will come looking for you?" Fusheng said coldly.

He turned his head to look at the person who was making her uneasy, and for a moment he couldn't even figure out the complex emotions in his heart.

Fusheng raised his hand and tapped Sang Ying's forehead. When Sang Ying saw him move, she subconsciously tried to dodge, but she was still no match for his trapping spell.

Fusheng withdrew his hand, and saw that a red mole suddenly grew on the spot between Sang Ying's eyebrows where he had touched her, and then her entire appearance underwent a dramatic change.

Her beautiful face, which originally carried a cold demeanor, now had a touch of naivety, and two pink and white cat ears sprouted from her head.

In the blink of an eye, the originally cold and stern female sword cultivator transformed into a delicate and pitiful female demon with a charming and innocent face.

However, the unwavering determination in the banshee's eyes was quite different from her current appearance.

With another raise of his hand, Fusheng poured the Demonic Qi from his hand into Sang Ying's throat. Having lost her voice, her cultivation, and her former appearance, who would recognize her now?

At this moment, Fusheng felt incredibly satisfied. "From now on, you will be called Xiao Yao."

It was his own Xiao Yao, not someone else's apprentice, Sang Ying, who was filled with hatred for him...

A note from the author:

Let me torment my dog-like master a little!

See you tomorrow~