"That is only natural," Chang Yan had no idea that everything was caused by his little disciple. He didn't even spare a glance at Qiao Ci, his voice as clear and cold as snow, "Let's go."
Qiao Ci didn't care about his attitude and stepped onto the magic formation to the Demon Realm with him.
Upon arriving in the Demon Realm, neither of them made a grand entrance to the Demon Palace to find people. Chang Yan went to investigate Feng Fuling's exact location, while Qiao Ci went to find the demon who had recorded the scene.
Following the little spoon's guidance, she exchanged the memory crystal ball through bartering. Not long after she left, earth-shattering sounds echoed from the distance.
It was obvious to anyone that Chang Yan had started a fight with the Demon Lord Chi Ming.
Qiao Ci hurried towards the Demon Palace and saw the sky filled with intertwining demonic energy and true qi. The innocent minor demons caught in the crossfire fled in all directions; those too slow to escape instantly turned to dust.
Chang Yan, after all, was only a human who had cultivated for less than a thousand years. He was no match for Chi Ming, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, and was quickly defeated.
At this moment, Feng Fuling ran out, stretching her arms to shield the injured Chang Yan. She held a dagger against her slender neck, threatening, "Do not harm my master. If you dare to hurt him, I will not forgive you!"
Chi Ming looked at her with a sinister expression. "Woman, do not provoke this Lord's majesty. Today, you will stay, and Chang Yan's life will also be spared!"
Feng Fuling looked at him with terrified eyes, her hand trembling. She accidentally cut a mark on her neck. She felt a sharp pain in her neck and looked defiantly at Chi Ming, "Chi Ming, I will never like you. Humans and demons are of different paths, so give up on this idea. At worst, I will die with my master today!"
Seeing his most beloved disciple trying to protect him with her frail body, Chang Yan's heart was filled with tenderness. She must have feelings for him too, right?
He looked at the Demon Lord with a stern expression. "Demon Lord, you killed my sect's disciples and imprisoned my disciple. Are you not afraid of incurring the displeasure of the entire cultivation world?"
Chi Ming sneered at Chang Yan. "What if this Lord struck? Eyes do not lie. You like this disciple of yours, don't you? Hahaha, not only will I imprison her, but I will also marry her as my Demon Empress. What will you do?"
Feng Fuling's cheeks flushed, and she cursed, "Who wants to marry you as the Demon Empress? I don't!"
Hearing him say that her master Chang Yan also liked her, her heart couldn't help but feel sweet. She couldn't help but turn to look at Chang Yan. At that glance, she noticed Qiao Ci behind him.
She quickly shouted to Qiao Ci, "Senior Disciple Sister Qiao Ci, quickly save me and Master! Master is injured!"
Qiao Ci was already disgusted by Chi Ming's greasy words. Hearing Feng Fuling call her name, her expression turned cold.
She didn't know if Feng Fuling was naive or foolish. The Demon Lord was reluctant to harm her, so he was bound to find someone to vent his anger on. Undoubtedly, that person had shifted from Chang Yan to herself.
As expected, upon hearing Feng Fuling, Chi Ming transferred his anger to Qiao Ci behind them and sneered, "So you are the escaped fish Feng Fuling mentioned? Chang Yan was brought by you too, wasn't he? Jie jie jie, my demonic beast happens to be in need of a female mate, so you shall serve."
Saying that, he flew towards Qiao Ci, his attack not a killing blow, but seemingly aiming to capture her alive!
As he approached her, he said to Feng Fuling with a bloodthirsty tone, "After I capture your senior sister alive, I will let you witness firsthand how I treat lowly human women. You are an exception; this Lord fell in love for the first time with a woman!"
Qiao Ci was almost nauseated by him. With Chang Yan and Feng Fuling still present, she could only feign a clumsy dodge.
Feng Fuling looked at Qiao Ci with a hint of guilt in her eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry, Senior Disciple Sister."
After saying that, she took advantage of the Demon Lord's distraction while dealing with Qiao Ci and used the advanced teleportation scroll secretly given to her by Chang Yan to disappear from her spot!
Chang Yan cast one last glance at Qiao Ci. That glance was devoid of any emotion, as if Qiao Ci were merely an ant, and her death for them was a worthy sacrifice.
When the Demon Lord realized what had happened, the teleportation scroll had already taken effect. The two had been transported to an unknown location. He was instantly enraged, "Little thing, you actually deceived me! You've grown bold, hehe."
His gaze then fell upon Qiao Ci like she was a dead person. "It's all your fault, you weakling woman, for trying to divert this Lord's attention so my little thing could leave me? You truly deserve to die~"
Seeing Chi Ming's deathly yandere expression, especially while occupying her cub's body in this life, Qiao Ci felt a surge of nausea.
Since Chang Yan and Feng Fuling had already left, and she had the little spoon constantly monitoring the two, she stopped fleeing and stood still, waiting for Chi Ming to come.
When Chi Ming reached out his black-smoking claws towards her, Qiao Ci grabbed his hand with her backhand, easily neutralizing his attack and subduing him.
Chi Ming looked at her in surprise. He tried to attack with his other hand again. Impatiently, Qiao Ci simply broke his arm, sealed his acupoint of speech, and then, holding his collar, dragged him to the Demon Lord's sleeping chambers.
Chi Ming looked at her in terror. What power was this? Why couldn't he resist?
He had easily injured this woman before, which was why he hadn't cared about such an ant and had let her escape by chance. It had only been a little over half a month since that incident. What had happened to her?
Why did she possess such a strange and terrifying aura and power?
Dropping Chi Ming to the ground like trash, Qiao Ci looked at him and threatened with a smile, "Make him come out and speak to me."
Chi Ming looked at the woman before him, his expression wary. "What do you mean? Who exactly are you?"
Qiao Ci found him an eyesore. "You are not the Demon Lord Zhong Han. As for who I am, you don't need to know. Do you want me to find a way to force you out of this body, or will you obediently give it up?"
Chi Ming had seized Zhong Han's body, and no one knew about it except himself. When did this woman find out, and how did she seem to know in such detail?
"Jie jie jie, although I don't know how you found out, this body belongs to me now. As for that foolish thing's soul, it won't last much longer. You won't be able to awaken him."
Qiao Ci knew he was telling the truth, as the aura of her cub on him was already very faint, as if it might dissipate at any moment.
She looked at him with cold eyes. "I don't want to resort to extreme measures. I'll warn you again: if you are willing to willingly vacate the body, I will let you go. If you harbor any hopes, I will make you suffer eternally!"
Because her cub's aura was too weak, she dared not act rashly, fearing that forcefully entering his consciousness might worsen his condition.
Although Chi Ming was wary of her power, he did not believe she could truly drive him out. After all, to drive him out, she would need to enter his sea of consciousness, where it would be his domain, and the outcome of who would win or lose would be uncertain!