Logically speaking, now that he had seen through the demonic cultivator’s disguise, as the Young Lord of Jade Ecstasy Palace, if anything untoward happened to her, Jade Ecstasy Palace would never let him off. They would either slap a slave mark on him again or silence him for good.
Forcing the removal of the slave mark might have been for self-preservation, but how much of it was probing for personal reasons was something only Ji Lingyao himself knew—
Killing him to silence him required being able to bring himself to do it.
Whether her words were true or false, whether she had feelings or not—it could only be tested.
Ji Lingyao’s gray eyes turned icy as he waited for her answer.
Having never faced this kind of “coercion” before, the girl froze for a moment. She stared at his aloof expression, merely blinking her eyes without any intention of taking his life.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth and mocked lightly, “What’s wrong? Still not making a move? Are you waiting for me to call someone to catch you?”
If he really wanted to call for help, he would have done it already.
Li Yin thought to herself.
He was waiting for her answer. In the distant woods, another person sat quietly on a rock, waiting as well.
Yao Guanheng sat cross-legged in silence, his long sleeves draped down as his hands formed seals in front of him. Not far away, the pavilion was shrouded in mist under his protective barrier. He had heard their entire conversation.
The Young Lord’s cultivation wasn’t high enough to kill Ji Little Dao Lord. If she truly made a move, she would probably send him a transmission to do it instead.
To kill or not to kill.
Once either a demonic cultivator or a Dao cultivator stained their hands with killing karma, things changed.
After a long silence, the girl’s clear voice rang out from the pavilion.
“Then I’m making my move.” Her eyes flickered with eagerness as she casually pulled out a dagger to use as a weapon.
In the woods, Yao Guanheng’s fingertips shifted slightly.
Inside the pavilion, the cold gleam of the dagger reflected onto the young man’s face. He was still gripping her waist, suddenly tightening his hold without pulling her away.
Li Yin waved the tip of the blade at him. Ji Lingyao’s face was frighteningly cold as he turned his head away, closed his eyes, and waited for her blade to fall.
The dagger wasn’t some high-grade spirit treasure—just a cheap street vendor knockoff. It might not be enough to break a Dao Lord’s body, but handling an ordinary magic robe was more than sufficient.
With a flash of the blade, it precisely sliced through the young man’s clothes. He wore a sky-blue magic robe with protective bracers on his wrists, his attire neat and tidy. Even turning his face aside only exposed a section of his neck—there was no good spot to strike.
After cutting open his clothes, his fair, jade-like skin came into view. With her sword skills as foundation, her strike was accurate. Not a drop of blood was spilled; she clearly had no intention of killing or injuring him.
To bystanders, it looked more like she was humiliating him by slashing open his clothes and exposing most of his upper body.
Then, the girl reached out and directly pressed her hand to his shoulder.
In terms of looks, the young man had a upright and handsome appearance. His gray eyes were a bit sharp, but not vicious—they carried a youthful vigor. A red hair ribbon bound his high ponytail, giving him an air different from those dour, decadent elders: lively and unrestrained.
Though a law cultivator, his physique was strong and powerful, not overly bulky. Tall and refined, with clear muscle lines, his chest and shoulders bore new and old scars that he hadn’t bothered to remove, leaving them casually on his body.
In short, among the men the player had supplemented from so far, none compared to him.
She couldn’t kill him anyway—not with his master in the equation. Keeping him had its uses.
As soon as the Jade Ecstasy Seal appeared, the young man let out a muffled grunt, his body swaying as he barely steadied himself.
“No more slave mark. You can’t just get what you want or leave whenever you please.” The player spun the blade in one hand while pressing the other to his shoulder, a flower seal slowly forming in her palm.
Her voice light and cheerful, the girl continued, “But no worries. Once I slap on the Jade Ecstasy Seal, Senior Brother can still serve as my cauldron. If you perform well, I can ask my master to take you as a slave.”
With an expression of genuine concern for him, she added, “Ji Little Dao Lord… you can call for help now… Of course, if Senior Brother doesn’t want to, you can just say stop.”
It sounded like she was kindly giving him a choice, but the strength pressing down on him didn’t loosen. Her fingertips dug into his shoulder, and a rich pink hue bloomed across the jade-white skin beneath her hand.
The young man’s thin lips pressed tight. He even swallowed his muffled grunts, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead. His stern cheeks gradually flushed, but he furrowed his brows tightly, eyes shut, refusing to look at her or make a sound.
He held still without a word, his face turning red against his will. One shoulder forced bare, pinned down by the little demonic cultivator as she applied the supplementation mark—the vivid pink flower seal looked even more alluring against his reluctance.
Surrendering to a demonic cultivator wasn’t something he should do. From the moment she had marked him with the slave mark, his disgust for demonic cultivators matched his master’s exactly.
Yet now he had cast aside his principles, standing here to be supplemented by a demonic cultivator. If it came to it, killing him would be more straightforward.
But he liked her, and he couldn’t let go despite his unwillingness.
He had painstakingly removed the slave mark only to sever ties with the “Young Lord” and approach “Little Junior Sister” with a clean slate. Who knew they were the same person? In the end, it nearly came to nothing—a real joke.
If she had truly killed him, he might have given up completely.
But she hadn’t. He refused to believe Little Junior Sister was irredeemable, capable of murder. He didn’t believe the Little Junior Sister he knew was all an act. And he didn’t believe… Little Junior Sister felt nothing for him at all.
His thoughts swirled chaotically, like an escape from the reality unfolding before him.
But even without looking or speaking, he couldn’t avoid it. In the hands of a Joyous Union Dao demonic cultivator, supplementation and humiliation were inevitable.
His body’s reactions, guided by the Jade Ecstasy Seal, were far more honest than his demeanor.
He tried to restrain himself but ultimately succumbed to the compulsion of the supplementation mark. At this point, he even leaned back, as if unwilling to let those filthy parts touch “Little Junior Sister”—or let the demonic cultivator notice his physical response.
Ji Lingyao deliberately leaned away, but Little Junior Sister either didn’t notice or pressed closer, pinning him down.
He was tall, so she had to tiptoe slightly, leaning to his face side to whisper in his ear.
“Ji Little Dao Lord, why aren’t you speaking or opening your eyes? Is being supplemented by me that unbearable? If it’s uncomfortable, I won’t touch you next time…”
Her tone feigned disappointment before shifting. “If it feels good, please tell me, Ji Little Dao Lord. That way I can keep going, right?”
Her breath teasingly brushed his earlobe, every word deliberate, subtly toying with this Dao Sect chief disciple.
His lips pressed even tighter, his lower back flush against the railing—or rather, pinned to it by her, barely keeping his footing.
The supplementation mark gradually solidified, and those indescribable sensations grew stronger. Even with his teeth clenched, his chest heaved unevenly, spilling muffled grunts.
His narrow eye corners flushed thin red. The only pity was that his closed gray eyes couldn’t be seen—they surely weren’t as sharp as usual.
It was all his own fault for coming alone, unwilling to let go, rushing into the little demonic cultivator’s grasp for supplementation and play. He couldn’t blame anyone else.
The supplementation mark drew out his spiritual energy, which the owner didn’t want and let dissipate into the air. The wind spirit stirred the water mist, spreading a fresh breeze laced with watery qi—unlike one person’s floral scent or another’s tea aroma.
The girl lightly sniffed his collar, seemingly quite satisfied with his scent.
Though a demonic cultivator, she hadn’t committed any killings—just a bit too playful.
Yao Guanheng still sat quietly on the rock in the woods, eyes closed in meditation, avoiding watching his little disciple supplement another man.
The situation between the Dao Sect and Demon Domain was shifting. If Jade Ecstasy Palace’s Young Lord met with trouble here, or if Azure Profound’s chief disciple died at a demonic cultivator’s hands, war might erupt at any moment.
Cultivators could still protect themselves, but mortals’ lives would hang in the balance.
What he hadn’t told his little disciple earlier was that although Demon Domain’s Three Sects and Nine Cities outwardly pledged loyalty to the Demon Venerable, they each formed their own powers underneath, with varying attitudes.
In comparison, Jade Ecstasy Palace held little hostility toward the Dao Sect. After all, their supplementation technique focused on harvesting—not necessarily kill-or-be-killed.
If Demon Domain’s Young Lord took a liking to a Dao cultivator, it was a good thing. She was clean, without killing karma. In the future, leading Jade Ecstasy Palace, she might avoid wanton slaughter.
Indulging her was his selfish motive, but also going with the flow.
The Young Lord was a bit unrestrained with men, inevitable for Joyous Union Dao cultivation. As long as her nature stayed good, once she achieved the demonic path, she might even restrain the war.
A faint sigh drifted from the woods, carried away by the wind.
【Unlocked new cauldron: Ji Lingyao】
【Achievement Reward: Directed Random (1)】
The player was unaware of her master’s complex thoughts. She was busy experiencing her newly acquired cauldron.
Once the flower seal fully formed, the young man’s body trembled noticeably. His face flushed as he first gripped her waist, pulling her away from his front. Only then did the lingering shudders fade along with the release of his essence and qi.
His clothes were inevitably soaked. Once he fully calmed, Ji Lingyao opened his eyes. His gray gaze, framed by the flush at his eye corners, held no intimidation.
Not to mention his current disheveled state—clothes torn by her, exposing his shoulder emblazoned with a vivid pink tattoo. The colder his expression, the more brilliant the flower’s color.
The little demonic cultivator wasn’t deterred at all by this cold-faced Dao Sect chief disciple. Her eyes sparkling, she leaned in again.
“No slave mark, just the supplementation mark. Sorry Senior Brother has to make do with this for now. How’s the effect? Satisfied?” Her tone was light and upbeat, like seeking praise.
His body a mess, Ji Lingyao ignored her words. He finally released her waist and raised his hand to form seals, intending to clean himself up first.
But the girl grabbed his hand, stopping him from tidying up. Let him stay like this, drenched in evidence of his union with a demonic cultivator—how could it be wiped away so easily?
With a concerned look, she said, “Ji Little Dao Lord, I put the supplementation mark on your shoulder, but what if someone else accidentally sees it? They’ll know you submitted to a demonic cultivator and became a cauldron. What then?”
“What do you want?” The young man eyed her coldly.
Little Junior Sister held his hand tight, looking up at him with clear black eyes, seemingly sincere in her worry. “I’m just concerned. For example, someone as sharp and demonic-hating as your master would surely punish you—maybe even expel you from the sect.”
Suddenly, Ji Lingyao’s face grew even colder. “The Young Lord’s interests come and go so quickly. Now you’re eyeing my master too?”
“Wronged! A little demonic cultivator like me wouldn’t dare covet the esteemed Azure Profound Elder. I want to steer clear of him.” Li Yin continued, “Senior Brother Ji, you were there at our first meeting. Elder Shen showed his might, executing a demonic cultivator. I even thought it was you at the time.”
During the Hidden Sword Mountain trip, she had already gauged his character—he couldn’t stand seeing her play pitiful.
Sure enough, playing the pitiful and innocent little junior sister, his expression soured but he didn’t refute or mock her.
Li Yin pressed on, “Once this mark is on, it’s hard to explain. If your master finds out, it could fracture your master-disciple bond. But don’t worry, Senior Brother—I won’t tell.”
“Your master is too fierce and ruthless. I’m scared of him. I just want Senior Brother Ji to help me out, pass on some intel, keep me safe. Okay?”
She phrased the threat like a plea. Seeing no answer from the young man, the girl pressed, “Well, Senior Brother Ji?”
The young man snorted coldly without responding. After a few breaths, he said, “Your cultivation came from supplementing others, no wonder your advancement is so rapid. You’ve probably harvested quite a few men by now.”
Li Yin had no intention of telling him exactly how many. “I cultivate Joyous Union Dao and supplementation technique. Saying it like that puts me in a tough spot, Senior Brother.”
“No matter how many I supplement, missing you alone would be incomplete. Please help me out, Senior Brother—be my cauldron.” Little Junior Sister gazed at him expectantly.
Her request demanded the Dao Sect chief discard his dignity, serve as her cauldron alongside other men.
Damn… demonic cultivator… what had they turned her into?
Ji Lingyao’s lips moved as he met her eager gaze, unable to voice refusal or harsh words.
Little Junior Sister leaned closer to his face, kissing the corner of his reluctant mouth. He turned his face slightly to evade, but she still landed it squarely.
“If Senior Brother really doesn’t want to, I won’t force you. I won’t bother you anymore.” Little Junior Sister said aggrievedly.
That outcome wasn’t much different from after removing the slave mark earlier.
In the silence, she patiently waited for his answer.
Li Yin didn’t notice that high in the sky, a deep purple butterfly had spotted something and was flying down.
During the supplementation, she hadn’t taken Ji Little Dao Lord’s wind spirit qi. His spiritual energy turned to wind and dispersed, clearing the surrounding water mist and faintly revealing the intimate pair in the pavilion.
The girl left the butterfly with only her back and a hazy profile. All it could see was her seeming locked in intimate whispers with someone.
Be it the back silhouette or the side profile—even if blurry and indistinct—nothing could withstand that obsession. The faintest familiarity was enough to alert and summon a certain valley lord.
In an instant, countless purple butterflies fluttered and gathered. A figure materialized right away, ignoring the barriers set by others, and rushed straight toward the pavilion by the lake.