Chapter 111 Doing Villainous Things (Part 4)

Time passed, and I know not how long it had been; beyond the screen, those blush-inducing, seductive sounds finally ceased, leaving only the lingering, ambiguous echoes seemingly reverberating in the vast main hall.

Chi Lianer, as if her bones had been removed, slid softly from the cold, hard seat that symbolized the authority of a Peak Revered Master, collapsing onto the bone-chilling floor. Her body was drenched in fragrant sweat, strands of hair sticking messily to her flushed cheeks and neck, where the redness had yet to fade. She braced herself weakly on the ground with both arms, her chest heaving violently as she gasped for air, as if she had not yet recovered from the earth-shattering battle just moments ago.

Xiao Ming, on the other hand, half-reclined on the main seat, his black robes draped loosely, collar slightly open to reveal well-defined chest muscles. There was not much fatigue on his face; instead, he possessed a sense of post-satiation laziness and deep calm. He lowered his eyes slightly, his deep gaze falling upon Chi Lianer, who lay at his feet, disheveled like a delicate flower in the rain, yet appearing all the more beautiful.

After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly, his voice not loud, carrying a hint of post-coital hoarseness, yet every word was clear and unquestionable: "From this day forward, you truly belong to this Saint."

Chi Lianer's delicate body trembled almost imperceptibly. Her vacant eyes gradually regained focus as she lifted her flushed, sweat-beaded face, looking up at the man on the main seat who now controlled her body and fate.

Xiao Ming continued, his tone indifferent yet carrying a hint of gentleness: "Rest assured, as long as you devote yourself wholeheartedly, consider everything for this Saint, and make this Saint your center, this Saint will naturally not treat you poorly."

As soon as his words fell, the laziness on his face vanished, his gaze turning cold like deep ice in a frigid pool. He leaned forward slightly and extended his hand; his long, bony fingers gripped Chi Lianer's petite chin with irresistible force, forcing her to lift her head higher and meet his eyes.

"However…" his voice turned abruptly cold, each word like an ice-tempered nail, exuding an invisible pressure: "If you harbor any disloyalty… do not blame this Saint for being heartless and ruthless!"

His fingertips applied slight pressure, pinching Chi Lianer's jaw until it hurt. In those deep eyes, there was no warmth, only a heart-palpitating coldness and desire for control.

Forced to look up at him, the pressure and pain in her jaw made her breath hitch. That subtle pressure and sense of control stirred her heart even more than the intense battle just moments ago. A trace of instinctive fear shot down her spine, like oil thrown onto a fire, causing the deep-seated desire to cling to the strong and her shrewd calculations to burn even more intensely.

She did not struggle. In her charming eyes, the shock was quickly replaced by a thicker, more viscous sense of reliance and submission, her posture like a cat seeking its Revered Master's comfort while tentatively trying to please. Immediately, still in her kneeling position, she moved forward half a step, bringing herself closer to Xiao Ming, and said with a devout expression:

"Saint, please bear witness! Lianer swears to the heavens, from this day forward, in my eyes and in my heart, there is only you! My body and my heart are tied to you, with no other intentions! If I break this oath, may my Divine Soul be destroyed, and may I fall into the endless abyss forever!"

Her posture was extremely humble, yet her words were spoken with absolute firmness, as if she wanted to brand every word into her own Soul. She knew that from the moment she chose to walk toward Xiao Ming, there was no turning back. Xiao Ming's strength and ruthlessness did not scare her away; on the contrary, it made her realize more clearly—this was the strong person in this law-of-the-jungle Demonic Sect who was worth clinging to, and whom she must cling to.

Xiao Ming watched her quietly for a moment, his cold gaze seemingly piercing through her skin to look directly into the depths of her Soul. After a long while, he finally released his grip, letting Chi Lianer stagger slightly as if drained of strength.

Xiao Ming leaned back against the chair, his face resuming that nonchalant laziness, as if the harsh words from moments ago were just an illusion. He waved his hand casually and said indifferently: "Get up… I have heard that War Demon Peak has established a new Peak Revered Master, so you do not need to stay here any longer. You may go to my Holy Son Peak to live."

Upon hearing this, Chi Lianer felt a sense of relief, followed immediately by uncontrollable ecstasy! She had long since had enough of this place, filled with gloom and blood, and having to endure nausea and impatience every day to face that gray, disgusting face of Tu Yu. If not for Xiao Ming's orders, she would not have wanted to stay for even a moment longer.

"Yes! Lianer obeys!" She rose immediately, her voice instantly becoming lighter, carrying irrepressible anticipation, "To be able to stay by the Saint's side is Lianer's blessing! Lianer will go pack now, it will be done quickly!"

Xiao Ming glanced at her, taking in the undisguised joy and secret delight in her eyes. He was slightly stunned at first, but then a nearly imperceptible arc curled at the corner of his mouth, and he said indifferently: "Go!"

Watching the slender figure tidy up, dress slightly, and walk out of the main hall toward the side hall, Xiao Ming finally withdrew his gaze. He began to carefully examine this main hall; it actually seemed to be laid out roughly the same as his Revered Master's main hall. A huge Blood Pool was built here. This was likely the place that the former Tu Gang used to refine his body and Cultivate his Evil Path Body Refining Cultivation Technique.

Xiao Ming watched the swaying, slender figure disappear into the side door leading to the side hall. The half-smile on his face slowly faded, and his eyes returned to a bottomless, dark pool.

The hall was vast and eerie, the towering dome lost in darkness. The air was permeated with a faint, lingering scent of blood and a kind of chill. His gaze swept across the left side of the main hall, where a huge pool was built. It was not an ordinary water pool; the pool walls were dark red, as if repeatedly soaked in blood, and the liquid in the pool was thick as paste, emitting an uncomfortable bloody stench—this must be the place where the late Peak Revered Master Tu Gang used to refine his body and Cultivate his Evil Path Body Refining Cultivation Technique.

"The layout is somewhat similar to Revered Master's main hall, only with a bit more violence and the scent of blood, and lacking the cold, quiet seclusion of Revered Master's place." Xiao Ming looked on nonchalantly, his mind racing.

However, when his gaze inadvertently swept over the huge screen used to partition space behind the right side of the main seat, his movements paused slightly.

It wasn't that the screen was anything special, but on the jade couch behind the screen, someone was lying there. Although mostly covered by a silk quilt, that familiar outline, the face pale as paper, and… the limbs wrapped in bandages with a strange shape—who else could it be but Tu Yu?

The expression on Xiao Ming's face instantly became extremely strange, a mixture of absurdity, mockery, and a certain malicious sense of humor welling up in his heart. He silently muttered to himself:

"Damn… Brother Tu Yu, why are you lying here?"

This thought flashed by, followed immediately by an even more playful association—just now, he and Chi Lianer were in this main hall, from the stone pillars to the main seat, all those intense, uninhibited sounds and movements—hadn't they all been heard clearly and seen thoroughly by this "Brother" who was close at hand, separated only by a screen?

His gaze fell on Tu Yu's limbs, which were wrapped in thick bandages and completely unable to move, and then swept over the face that was still furrowed in a frown even in a coma, faintly revealing a gray, desperate, and painful look. That sense of absurdity grew even stronger, almost turning into a scoff.

"Fine, even if you heard it, even if you saw it, what can you do about it?" Xiao Ming thought maliciously, with a condescending sense of pity and mockery.

Immediately, he thought of Chi Lianer's extremely fawning, passion-filled appearance just now, and compared it to the dying, crippled Tu Yu on the jade couch; an indescribable, twisted pleasure slowly grew: "Does this count as, right in front of him…"

Xiao Ming shook his head, as if trying to dispel the absurdity brought by this overly dramatic scene.

"Chi Lianer, this little vixen…" His thoughts turned to the enchanting beauty who had just left and sworn allegiance, his eyes deep.

"She is indeed ruthless enough… but now that I have used my methods, I can rest easy."

After staying there for a while longer, Xiao Ming then took the beauty and returned to Holy Son Peak.