Cheer Her Up

Sang Ying didn't pay attention to Fusheng's strange words and actions; in her opinion, Fusheng was simply a madman.

From the day this person took her away on the day the flying boat was destroyed, to now sealing her cultivation and voice, and trapping her in this courtyard, everything Fusheng has done seems beyond what a normal person could do.

However, the fact that this guy barged into the courtyard today has given Sang Ying some ideas.

It seems the sect already knows she's in the hands of the Devil Race, and is trying to find a way to rescue her.

However, she is now unable to speak, and her appearance has been altered. Even if someone were to sneak in, they probably wouldn't recognize her. Moreover, this place is guarded by numerous demon generals, and although Fusheng has mental issues, her cultivation is no less than Jiulian's.

Hoping for help from others was probably not going to work, so Sang Ying thought about it and decided to prioritize saving herself.

There was no more sound of Fusheng outside. She was about to push the door open when she found it was locked tightly and she couldn't move it at all.

Clearly, Fusheng has once again narrowed her range of activities.

This won't do!

If this stalemate continues, I'm afraid I'll never be able to open my meridians and escape from here.

Perhaps she should try to soften her stance and lower Fusheng's guard?

While Sang Ying was still planning her escape, Fu Sheng, who had been hastily leaving, had gradually Fusheng down.

His original intention in going there today was not to argue with Sang Ying. He was worried that Sang Ying had been cooped up in the backyard for too long, so he wanted to take her out for a walk.

However, halfway there, he overheard Elder Yanhua's intention to exchange Fan Nanjun for his disciple, which led him to misunderstand Sang Ying and lash out at her.

Now that Fusheng has calmed down, he really wants to go back and apologize to Sang Ying, but when he thinks of the fearful look in her eyes when she looked at him earlier, Fusheng once fervent heart immediately turns cold.

"What am I supposed to do with you?" Fusheng murmured softly.

"What, trying to curry favor with your precious disciple? You could ask me." Qi Yaoji's voice suddenly rang out, and Fusheng's previously bewildered gaze immediately turned cold.

He didn't look at the person behind him, but his expression grew increasingly impatient. "I should have told you not to trespass on my property. My men should have arranged accommodations for you long ago."

Qi Yaoji chuckled twice, not taking Fusheng's warning to heart. "Don't be so angry, Demon Lord. If I didn't come, how could I help you? I know you have unusual feelings for that mute female demon, but for so many days, your disciple hasn't even left the courtyard. It's obvious that something's not right between you two."

"What, you have a way?" Fusheng regretted asking as soon as he finished. Qi Yaoji was no good person; she was a master at manipulating people's hearts.

Fusheng didn't want her to find his weakness and exploit him, which was why he had been so resistant to her before. But unexpectedly, this person was quite capable, actually guessing what he cared about most right now.

"Of course I have a way. Girls need to be coaxed. You're always so cold and aloof, and you don't know how to say anything nice. How can you possibly fool a lovely demoness?" Qi Yaoji said with a smile.

"I didn't mean to lie to her!" Fusheng suddenly said.

His eagerness to explain surprised Qi Yaoji, but she quickly concealed her astonishment.

It seemed that this female demon Xiao Yao was more of a concern for Fusheng than she had imagined. Qi Yaoji secretly remembered this.

"Forget it," Fusheng said self-deprecatingly. "Why should I ask you? You don't understand anything at all. Tell me the truth, what is your purpose in coming to me?"

Seeing that he seemed serious, Qi Yaoji followed suit and said, "I heard that people from the Flowing Light Sword Sect came to ask you for their disciple today. Coincidentally, I am very familiar with that female cultivator named Sang Ying. Do you think they would recognize me if I disguised myself as her and went to the Flowing Light Sword Sect?"

Fusheng looked at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "What do you plan to do?"

"Isn't that simple? They want their disciple back, so we'll give them one back. Then, no matter what the Flowing Light Sword Sect and the Myriad Phenomena Sect want to do, we'll know immediately." She shook the fan in her hand. "We've wasted too much time in the Twin Orchid Realm. Both our plans for the Immortal Spirit Realm and the Black Tortoise Realm have been ruined, and our master is already very dissatisfied. If we can fail in such a promising situation in the Twin Orchid Realm, I'm afraid neither of us will have a good ending."

Fusheng a moment's hesitation, Fusheng agreed, "I can agree to this, but let me make it clear first. If your identity is discovered and you fall into the hands of those people from the Flowing Light Sword Sect, I will not save you."

"Don't worry, I will never fall into their hands!" Qi Yaoji was very confident about this.

The two agreed on the matter, and the next day, Fusheng pretended to have captured Sang Ying Yaoji, who was disguised as Qi Yaoji, and swaggered back to the city lord's mansion, where he handed her over to a female demon general to guard.

Then he instructed, "Keep a close eye on her and don't let her escape. I'll need her later to get Fan Nanjun back."

The female demon general had initially thought the Demon Lord was going to abandon Fan Nanjun, but upon hearing his words, her expression immediately turned serious. "Please rest assured, Demon Lord, once she's in my hands, I will never give her a chance to escape."

Fusheng nodded, then secretly gave Qi Yaoji a look before turning and leaving the city lord's dungeon.

He hadn't gone far when he ran into a group of Devil Race who had just returned from patrol.

A group of strangely shaped Devil Race, exuding a fierce Demonic Qi, entered the city lord's mansion. As they passed through the Fusheng, a series of chirping sounds rang out.

"What did you bring back?" Fusheng frowned slightly.

The leader was a Demon Race. Upon hearing the Demon Lord's question, he took out a cage from his large cloak. Inside the cage were four red foxes, three of which looked quite young and were huddled together, trembling.

Fusheng hated this weakling and wanted him to throw the cage out. But before he could say it, Sang Ying's face involuntarily popped into his mind.

"Give me the cage." As if possessed, he reached out his hand to the Demon Race.

The leader didn't immediately obey the order, but instead explained, "My lord, please forgive me. I'm just a lowly demon from the Red Fox clan. I only brought these little cubs back because I felt sorry for them. I'll throw them out right now and never dare to do it again. Please forgive me, my lord..."

"Give it to me." Fusheng's tone had become somewhat unfriendly.

Seeing his attitude, the Demon Race immediately became afraid and had no choice but to obediently hand over the cage.

Fusheng picked up the cage with a reserved air, glancing at the four foxes inside trembling even more violently, but his thoughts were on someone else: Would giving this to her be considered appeasing her?

A note from the author:

This week has been a bit busy, I'll try to get back to the previous update frequency next week!

See you tomorrow~