149: That way, who would know I'm yours?

"In return..." Luo Ximei drew out the last syllable.

She stopped beside Su Lin's neck, her warm breath spraying onto his carotid artery, which was pulsing strongly with his heartbeat.

"I'm going to put a stamp on Revered Master."

Before she finished speaking, she opened her mouth and bit down without hesitation.

"Hiss." Su Lin sucked in a cold breath.

Was this girl a dog?

She hadn't held back any strength in that bite; her sharp teeth pierced the skin and even touched the blood vessel.

But she did not suck blood. Instead, she injected a trace of Devilish Qi carrying her unique Origin aura through the wound.

That dominant aura entrenched itself on Su Lin's neck, quickly condensing into a dark red mark shaped like a Manjusaka flower.

"Done." Luo Ximei released him, extended the tip of her tongue, and contentedly licked away the bead of blood seeping from the wound, then lightly sucked on the freshly formed mark.

She retreated slightly, admiring her masterpiece.

On that fair neck, the dark red Manjusaka flower bloomed seductively, proclaiming absolute ownership.

"With this, every demonic cultivator within a ten thousand li radius, and even every Yao Beast, will know that you belong to this Venerable One, simply by smelling this aura."

She smiled like a child who had stolen candy, the platinum pupil in her eye flashing with joyful light.

"If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, I will wipe out their entire clan."

Su Lin helplessly rubbed the burning spot on his neck.

He mobilized his Spiritual Qi to try and erase it, only to find the mark was incredibly stubborn, having formed a strange resonance with his flesh and blood. It was impossible to remove unless he cut out the piece of flesh.

"Childish." He gave his assessment.

"This is called declaring sovereignty."

Luo Ximei was unconcerned. In high spirits, she flipped off Su Lin, sat beside him, and casually asked while straightening her slightly disheveled clothes, "Revered Master, where are we going next?"

"Back to the Daochu Sect." Su Lin answered without hesitation.

"Oh." Luo Ximei replied, lightly tapping her finger in the Void Realm.

The flowing sunset cloud brocade, which was traversing the clouds, suddenly turned its bow. The route that was originally heading south instantly changed to north.

Su Lin paused, then frowned, "The direction is wrong. The Daochu Sect is in the south."

"I know," Luo Ximei said carelessly while tidying her long, black and white hair, "But the Myriad Demon Palace is in the north."

"..." Su Lin sat up straight and looked at her. "I said we are returning to the Daochu Sect."

"I won't." Luo Ximei turned her head, her heterochromatic eyes filled with resistance. "Why go back to the Daochu Sect? It's too crowded there."

"Besides, the Daochu Sect is too dilapidated, and the Spiritual Qi isn't dense enough. It simply doesn't suit Revered Master's current status."

She leaned over and started acting spoiled, hugging Su Lin's arm, yet her tone carried a trace of undeniable firmness.

"Let's go to the Myriad Demon Palace, Revered Master."

"There will only be the two of us there.

I've already had the sleeping palace renovated, using the highest-grade warm jade, and I've planted the purple bamboo that Revered Master likes the most."

I can accompany Revered Master every day, cook for Revered Master, help Revered Master bathe—Revered Master can do anything he wants..."

"I want to return to the Daochu Sect." Su Lin interrupted her sugar-coated persuasion.

Luo Ximei's face instantly fell.

The platinum light in her eyes faded, and the deep dark red hue regained dominance.

"Does Revered Master really want to see other people that badly?" The temperature in the air plummeted.

"Or does Revered Master think this place is a cage and wants to escape?"

"If that's the case..." Her finger lightly traced the back of Su Lin's hand, her nails becoming slightly sharp, "This Disciple might truly be unable to resist locking up Revered Master's hands and feet."

This girl, who had just been as docile as a cat, immediately bristled at the mention of this issue, even showing her fangs.

Su Lin looked at the wildly flickering bi-colored light in her eyes and sighed inwardly.

He understood Luo Ximei too well. Having just experienced a massive surge in power, her confidence was at its peak. Confronting her directly would only provoke her rebellious nature.

If she forced him back to the Myriad Demon Palace, not only would his old bones suffer, but his subsequent plans would also be completely ruined.

He had to change his approach. Against this kind of extreme possessiveness, redirection was better than obstruction.

"Ximei." Su Lin did not avoid her aggressive gaze. Instead, he proactively reached out, grasped the hand that was tracing the back of his own, and enveloped those few restless, sharp nails in his palm.

"You are now at the Great Perfection of Integration Stage, perhaps one of the strongest people on this continent, correct?"

"Naturally." Luo Ximei lifted her chin, full of pride, but the hostility in her eyes dissipated somewhat due to Su Lin's proactive closeness.

"Then do you think..." Su Lin's voice softened, carrying a hint of gentle persuasion, "which is more satisfying: hiding a rare Treasure Trove in a dark underground chamber for self-admiration, or displaying it openly at the highest point, letting everyone see that it belongs to you, letting everyone go mad with jealousy yet dare not touch it..."

He leaned forward slightly, looking directly into her eyes: "Which one makes you feel more gratification?"

Luo Ximei froze.

She blinked, and a trace of thoughtful light appeared in her platinum pupil.

Seeing this, Su Lin continued to press his advantage, giving her no chance to react.

"If you take me back to the Myriad Demon Palace and hide me, indeed no one can snatch me away.

But in that case, who will know that I am yours?"

"Outsiders will only say that the Demon Venerable Luo Ximei snatched a man and hid him away, being secretive and not grand enough."

"But if we return to the Daochu Sect."

Su Lin pointed to the still-burning Manjusaka mark on his neck, his voice becoming low and magnetic. "You take me, and we return openly and swaggeringly.

You stand beside me in front of your Fourth Senior Sister, in front of the entire Sect, and even in front of the entire world."

"You can tell everyone that I am your Revered Master, and I am also your person."

"You must make them look at this mark, watch me be special only to you."

"You must watch Ye You go crazy with jealousy, watch others turn red with envy, yet they won't even dare to breathe heavily because of your strength."

"Isn't this the dominance a Demon Venerable should possess?"

This speech was a precise strike; every word hit Luo Ximei right where it mattered.

Hiding Revered Master away was certainly safe, but it definitely lacked something.

Especially when she thought of Ye You's face potentially twisting with jealousy, and how Chu Weiwei's affected, innocent expression would collapse after seeing this mark... Satisfying!

Just thinking about it made Luo Ximei feel all her pores open up.

"Revered Master is right!" Luo Ximei slapped her thigh, the gloom on her face instantly vanishing, replaced by eager excitement and arrogance.

"Hiding something away is small-minded! Everyone in the world must know who belongs to this Venerable One!"

"Not only am I going back, I'm going back in splendor!"

She stood up, waved her hand spiritedly, and pointed south.

"flowing sunset cloud brocade, turn around! Destination: Daochu Sect! Full speed ahead!"