Do Me a Favor

Fusheng's actions this time made all the demon generals present realize once again Sang Ying's position in their Demon Lord's heart. Even though they all secretly cursed Sang Ying a source of trouble, at least they dared not embarrass her to her face.

Taking in the sullen expressions of the crowd, Fusheng said coldly, "Now, does anyone still think my disciple isn't worthy of sitting here?"

Upon hearing this, not only the other demon generals, but even Fan Nanjun had just been knocked away, merely wiped the blood from his lips and obediently sat back down, not daring to say another word.

In the awkward silence that filled the room, Fusheng finally showed his satisfaction. "Very good. Remember how you all behaved today. I don't want anyone to use the same words to question me again."

Sang Ying, sitting to the side, silently memorized the appearances of these demon generals before listening to them begin discussing important matters.

They claimed to be discussing serious matters, but actually, there wasn't much useful information. The demon generals were probably also wary of Sang Ying, so they only talked about things that weren't very useful.

Sang Ying didn't get any useful information after hearing it, but at least she remembered the current size of the demon army.

Just as she had anticipated, because the battle lines were stretched too thin and the last few sects had been difficult to conquer, Fusheng had very few people left. He could have also converted those righteous cultivators to demonic ways to expand his forces.

However, they were overconfident, believing they could quickly wipe out the Twin Orchid Realm, so they left few survivors. The remaining cultivators and mortals all joined the major sects and were protected by them. Therefore, the current situation of the Devil Race is actually more severe than the righteous path imagined.

They remained at the foot of the immortal mountain, hesitant to engage in another war with the Flowing Light Sword Sect, precisely because of this.

After listening to the complaints of several demon generals, Sang Ying deeply understood that this was a good opportunity for the Flowing Light Sword Sect.

Sang Ying didn't pay much attention to the trivial matters that followed. It wasn't until the disorganized council session ended and Fusheng walked up to her that Sang Ying came back to her senses.

"What's wrong? Are you bored sitting here?" Fusheng wasn't really worried about her, which was why he brought her here.

The reason I brought Sang Ying here to hear all this was simply to show her how much I valued her. But now it seems she hasn't grasped my intentions.

Sang Ying blinked, a hint of complaint in her voice. "I don't understand any of this. I've wasted so much time sitting here; I might as well go back and feed the foxes. If something like this happens again, Master, please don't call me."

Her attitude had softened considerably compared to before; she even seemed quite willing to call him "Master." Fusheng enjoyed Sang Ying's close attitude towards him and didn't mind that she hadn't grasped his intentions.

"Alright, Master won't bring you next time," Fusheng said softly.

Upon hearing this, the demon generals who were still following behind the two breathed a sigh of relief. They had tried their best to say some less important things this time, and if the banshee came again, they couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't overhear any secrets.

Now that she herself doesn't want to come, it saves them the trouble of doing something underhanded.

"At least they have some sense," the female demon sighed inwardly.

Fusheng been quite busy these days, but he still makes time for Sang Ying every day. He hasn't lifted the restrictions on Sang Ying's body, so she still can't use her Spiritual Power.

Fortunately, Fusheng no longer stopped Sang Ying from practicing swordsmanship, and he even made her a wooden sword by hand.

This wooden sword was the best product he had made after several Fusheng. It was engraved with exquisite patterns and sanded hundreds of times with sandpaper until there wasn't a single burr.

Normally, a powerful Devil Cultivator like Fusheng wouldn't need to lift a finger. But inexplicably, he acted like an ordinary mortal, choosing the wood and figuring out how to make the wooden sword himself.

If it weren't for his special physical condition, his hands would probably have been pierced by that carving knife. But even with his thick skin, making this rather beautiful wooden sword still caused him some suffering.

However, all the hardships turned into satisfaction and joy when the wooden sword fell into Sang Ying's hands and she wielded it.

Fusheng didn't know why he was so happy, but he had to admit that he really enjoyed watching Sang Ying's sword dance.

Fusheng had originally intended to stay with Sang Ying today, but after glancing at Fan Nanjun, who was following behind Fusheng and seemed to have something to say, she kindly declined, saying, "Master, you don't need to stay with me. You should go and attend to your own business."

After thinking for a moment, Fusheng finally stopped, hearing Fan Nanjun's seemingly reminding but actually urging voice behind him.

Once Sang Ying's figure disappeared from their sight, Fusheng turned to look at Fan Nanjun, and asked with some annoyance, "What do you want?"

Although his attitude was poor, Fan Nanjun was clearly used to it, and even managed a smile for him, "I'd like to talk to you about Sang Ying."

Fusheng's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Sang Ying didn't yet know what words Fan Nanjun would use to provoke Fusheng, or what kind of lesson Fusheng would teach him.

At this moment, she was busy feeding the foxes meat. Because of her attention as the Demon Lord's disciple, the foxes' diet had been getting better and better. The foxes, whose fur was originally messy and dirty and who were as thin as skin and bones, had visibly become plump.

The two smallest ones have finally started to take on a round and chubby appearance, and they don't even look like foxes anymore.

After feeding the two smallest foxes, Sang Ying clapped her hands, silently leaned into the fox den, and whispered to the largest fox inside, "Do me a favor."

The fox, which had been swallowing its food with its cheeks puffed out, paused for a moment, then pretended not to understand and continued eating the food in its paws with a bewildered expression.

As if worried that Sang Ying would steal its food, the fox quietly turned its back, avoiding Sang Ying's gaze.

"No need to pretend anymore. I know you've developed sentience and are probably even a demon capable of taking human form by now, right?" Even though Sang Ying had lost her Spiritual Power and the ability to detect Yao Qi, her senses remained sharp.

She had already discerned from the first time she fed them that these four little creatures had developed sentience and were probably Demon Race from the mountains on the outskirts of the city.

She didn't know what they had gone through to give up their Demon Power and degenerate into ordinary animals, but Sang Ying knew very well that even so, they could still understand what she was saying.

"Let's make a deal. You do one thing for me, and I'll solve your four future survival problems and give you the chance to regain human form."

Inside the fox den, the largest fox silently turned around and met Sang Ying's bright, sparkling gaze.