Chapter 14 You Scoundrel, You Dare to Come Back?

The ray of light Xiao Ming transformed into landed directly within Heartless Peak, without attracting too much attention.

His current cultivation at the Golden Core Early Stage, while not considered top-tier among the Disciples in the sect, had already lifted him out of the very bottom.

He did not return to his own simple dwelling, but instead turned his steps, heading straight towards the peak of Heartless Peak, to that sleeping palace belonging to the Peak Revered Master.

"I wonder how that silly woman will react when she sees me? Will she swing her sword or kick me?" Xiao Ming thought as he walked, the corners of his mouth curling up in an imperceptible arc. There was not much fear in his heart; instead, he felt a composure as if everything was under his control.

In truth, he also knew that after forcibly doing that to his Revered Master, if he did not possess strength matching hers, then without a second thought, running away immediately and never appearing before her again would be the wise choice.

As for that nonsense about love, or the idea that she would have special feelings for the first man to possess her body, it was pure rubbish; he was not a Child of Fortune, so how could such a good thing happen to him!

Moreover, this was the Demon Sect; how could it be possible for her not to hack you to death once her strength was restored?

Having thought of this, Xiao Ming naturally had a solution. In fact, back when he was intimate with his Revered Master, he had already utilized a method from the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art. Of course, due to the gap in their Realm, this method of his could only be used for self-preservation. As long as his Revered Master developed killing intent towards him and made a move, the Devilish Qi within her would immediately become sluggish, guaranteed to make any punch she threw feel like those silly little fists pounding on your chest.

Xiao Ming landed outside the palace and stood still, taking a deep breath. The playful look on his face quickly vanished, replaced by a perfectly calibrated, slightly apprehensive respect.

He straightened his robes, which were not messy to begin with, and then said in a loud voice: "Disciple Xiao Ming, requests an audience with Revered Master."

The voice traveled into the deep, dark palace. After a brief, dead silence, what responded to him was a bone-chilling, massive pressure of perception, like an invisible tentacle, instantly scanning him from head to toe, carrying scrutiny and an undisguised, piercing killing intent.

Just when Xiao Ming was beginning to feel unnerved by being stared at by that perception, a voice finally came from inside the palace.

The voice betrayed no emotion, yet it was colder than ten-thousand-year black ice. Especially the last word, which seemed to be ground out with difficulty from between her teeth: "Come… in!"

Xiao Ming appeared even more respectful on the surface and, as instructed, pushed open the heavy palace doors.

"Creak—" A teeth-grinding friction sound echoed throughout the empty palace.

The lighting was dim, with only a few eerie green soul lamps providing a weak light source, illuminating the stunningly beautiful figure currently on the black blood-jade throne.

Luo Li was wearing a tightly wrapped profound black palace dress, her hair pinned up high in a cloud bun, meticulous and neat. Her face was cold and clear like a jade carving covered in frost and snow, and her entire body radiated a Peak Nascent Soul Stage pressure that was even more massive and terrifying than before!

She sat upright above, like a Demon Lord ruling over the Nine Netherworlds, dignified and inviolable.

However, the moment Xiao Ming's figure fully stepped into the palace and came into her view.

Luo Li's jade fingers, resting on the cold armrests, tightened abruptly, her knuckles instantly turning white from the extreme force!

In those peach-blossom eyes that were originally as cold and clear as a frozen pool, the ice layer shattered instantly, erupting with monstrous rage, deep-seated shame and indignation, and a trace of… inexplicable emotion that even she herself had not noticed.

It was him! It was this Wicked Disciple! This wicked creature who, while she was poisoned and had lost her cultivation, committed the crime of betraying his Revered Master and ancestor, leaving countless humiliating memories on her body!

The humiliation and struggle she had forcibly suppressed for several days, along with those absurd, face-flushing images that uncontrollably surfaced in the dead of night, broke through the dam of her reason like a flood!

Pure and cold killing intent, like a tangible cold wave, instantly swept through the entire palace, causing even the flames of those few soul lamps to sway violently!

"Wicked Disciple! You are quite something, daring to return!"

Luo Li suddenly stood up from the jade throne, the terrifying pressure of her Peak Nascent Soul Stage descending upon Xiao Ming's head like a landslide or tsunami, without any reservation!

She didn't even have time to consider why this Wicked Disciple's cultivation had improved so quickly; at this moment, she had only one thought in her mind, and that was to completely erase this Wicked Disciple who had tarnished her purity and dignity from this world, so that no one would know.

That she had already lost her purity, along with those countless humiliating memory scenes that made her blush.

Subsequently, she pressed her fingers together like a sword, and a sword aura condensed to the extreme, flickering with destructive blue lightning, formed instantly. The power contained within it was enough to easily tear any Golden Core Cultivator to shreds!

Carrying her boundless rage and determination, the sword aura tore through the air, emitting a sharp, piercing whistle as it thrust straight towards Xiao Ming's heart! This strike had no probing intent; it was purely meant to kill in one blow!