Master Will Protect You from Now On
The female cultivator named Sang Ying has been sent away by the Demon Lord, and Vice General Fan has been brought back in exchange!
The news reached Sang Ying Fan Nanjun's return. At that time, she was feeding four foxes in the yard. They were indifferent to Fusheng, but they were somewhat affectionate towards her.
Upon hearing the news, Sang Ying dropped the piece of meat she was about to feed the little fox.
"What did you just say?" A line of text lit up in front of the two guards. The two Devil Race looked over and saw their Demon Lord's newly accepted disciple holding a board and approaching them.
Both Devil Race were the lowest-ranking beings in the Devil Realm; neither dared to offend the other, much less neglect the Demon Lord's disciple.
"Is that what you're asking about? We were ordered to attack the flying boats of the Flowing Light Sword Sect, weren't we? Our men even captured a female cultivator back then. We originally planned to use her for some tampering, but who knew that the leader, Vice General Fan, couldn't escape."
"In order to bring back Vice General Fan, the Demon Lord sent that female cultivator back this morning," one of the Devil Race replied.
Sang Ying was shocked. She had already guessed Fusheng and his group were up to, but she hadn't expected them to be so fast, giving her no chance to spread the news.
She composed herself. She and Jiang Zhuoxue shared a connection through the Shared Fate Gu, and she also had close relationships with her fellow disciples and friends. No matter how convincingly the person impersonated her, they shouldn't be able to fool all of them. The only question was, how long would it take them to realize that it was a fake?
And in the meantime, will this counterfeiter target them?
"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?" the guard asked solicitously.
Sang Ying shook her head and silently walked back into the courtyard.
The two guards watched her retreating figure, exchanged a glance, and shrugged helplessly.
Not long after Sang Ying returned to her room, Fusheng arrived. Looking at Sang Ying's visibly downcast expression, he tried to soften his tone, but it still carried a hint of anger and coldness. "You went to inquire about today's hostage exchange?"
Sang Ying made no attempt to hide it and readily admitted it.
Perhaps because of her honesty, Fusheng's tone softened a bit. "I know you really want to go back, but there's already a Sang Ying in the world. The fact that they didn't recognize that it was an imposter means that in their hearts you are completely replaceable."
Sang Ying looked up at him, her Fusheng's apple bobbing slightly, her mouth a little dry. "But I'm different. I knew at a glance that it wasn't you. I know very well who you are."
"Don't go back. Don't become Sang Ying anymore. Stay by my side and become Xiao Yao. The Twin Orchid Realm will eventually become the territory of the Devil Race Clan, and the entire Cultivation World will fall into that person's hands. You've ruined so many of his plans; he will definitely not let you go in the future. Now, the only one who can save you is me."
Sang Ying's eyelashes fluttered. Who was "that person"? What had she ruined for them? Sang Ying suddenly felt a chill in her surroundings, as if a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows were watching her.
Fusheng, unaware of her thoughts, licked his lips, a pleading look in his eyes. "Don't go back, stay here, okay?"
The room was silent. His outstretched hand remained suspended in mid-air, but no one reached out to touch it for a long time.
Finally, Fusheng sighed. He knew he had failed again, but being rejected by Sang Ying seemed to have become commonplace.
He was about to pull his hand back, but the next second, a fair hand landed in his palm.
Fusheng's heart skipped a beat as he met Sang Ying's softened gaze. At that moment, an indescribable joy welled up in Fusheng's heart. He was someone his master had pulled out of the dark river, forgetting his past life, and logically, he should have lost these rich emotions as well.
But at this moment, Fusheng seemed to be experiencing many unspeakable feelings.
"So, you're willing to stay by my side?" Fusheng's voice was still trembling slightly.
Sang Ying seemed shy, averting her gaze and nodding.
Fusheng slowly tightened his grip on Sang Ying's hand, feeling an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
"Don't worry, Sang Ying, your master will protect you from now on and never let you suffer any injustice. In this world, whatever you want, your master will do everything in his power to find it for you." As he said these words, Fusheng vaguely felt that he had said these words to someone else before, someone he felt disgusted by.
Sang Ying nodded to indicate that she understood, but Fusheng did not see the serious expression she was hiding.
I'm sorry, but I have to use you temporarily in order to leave.
The Demon Lord's mute disciple can speak now!
This is another major piece of news following the return of Fan Nanjun, and it was announced by the Demon Lord in front of all the Devil Race with great joy.
Moreover, seeing the Demon Lord's overjoyed expression, everyone gained a clearer understanding of the relationship between the master and disciple.
Only Fan Nanjun somewhat bewildered. "What's going on? I was only gone for a few days, how come there's such a person in the City Lord's Mansion?"
Moreover, just listening to what these guys were saying, he didn't even dare to compare their so-called Fusheng with the Demon Lord he knew. Seriously, that was Fusheng!
A demon lord who feels no pain, cannot die, and has no emotions!
How could someone like that soften and even laugh for a mere female demon?
Fan Nanjun couldn't believe it; he thought these were all lies fabricated by the other demon generals to ostracize him.
But soon, Fusheng made him realize the truth, because he appeared at the council of demon generals with his disciples!
Heaven knows how surprised Fan Nanjun was when he saw the Gods and Devils Lord of Slaughter bring a female demon with cat ears into the house with what could be described as gentleness, and even arrange for her to sit on the chair next to him.
The female demon seemed quite used to this kind of thing, and sat down without the slightest bit of unease.
Fan Nanjun glanced at the unpleasant expressions on his colleagues' faces and felt that the Demon Lord's actions this time had gone too far.
So he pretended not to know and asked, "Sir, who is this?"
"You've just returned, so you naturally wouldn't know. This is my newly accepted apprentice," Fusheng said bluntly.
However, Fan Nanjun still didn't give him much face. He had been captured by Jiulian and imprisoned in the Flowing Light Sword Sect for several days, while the Demon Lord, who had caused him to be trapped, happily took in a disciple. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
"My lord, even if this is your disciple, he is not a member of my Devil Race. Moreover, today's council meeting is very important. Bringing your disciple here is probably inappropriate," Fan Nanjun said directly.
Immediately, the demon generals inside the room all cast strange glances at Fan Nanjun. Among them, the female demon general who had always disliked him even seemed to be looking at him with new respect.
Fan Nanjun naturally noticed the strange looks from his colleagues, but he ignored them. However, he regretted it the next second, because a powerful Demonic Power unique to the Demon Lord slammed into his chest, slamming Fan Nanjun to the ground!
Fan Nanjun vomited a mouthful of blood, not understanding why the Demon Lord would treat him this way.
He was about to ask a question when the man spoke coldly and sinisterly, "My disciple can come and go freely anywhere in this world if he wishes. Including here!"
Sang Ying, who was sitting to the side, lazily opened her eyes and coldly looked at the former Demon Lord before falling to the ground in despair without making a sound.
A note from the author:
Sigh, I'll only be posting two chapters today for now, I'll resume tomorrow.
His Fusheng scenes are probably numbered; he's destined for the crematorium.