Wind swept thousands of miles. After a dizzying spin, Li Yin finally landed gracefully.
Her eyes had yet to focus when a cold sensation touched the side of her face.
Fingers like cold jade dug forcefully into the soft flesh of her cheek. They gripped her jaw, forcing her head up and leaving red marks.
In her line of sight, the Demon Lord’s face remained blurry, concealed by a spell that made it impossible to see clearly. Yet she heard him speak slowly.
“This peacock spirit was contracted by you?”
As he spoke, he examined her lightly and casually, still gripping her face.
Li Yin pressed down on his icy hand, struggling against it futilely. She heard him chuckle.
“Not bad looking.” A hint of subtle fondness slipped into the demon’s frivolous words. Then his tone suddenly shifted. “But it’s a pity. Your bone age isn’t old, yet you’re going to die today.”
His gaze drifted down lightly to the little peacock in her arms. The little peacock’s injuries hadn’t healed yet. He mustered his strength to glare warily at the Demon Lord.
This look seemed to displease him. In the next second, the little peacock took a blast of wind vortex from him and let out a pitiful cry.
“If you kill this beast, I’ll let you live,” the Demon Lord said.
“Really?” Li Yin asked.
The Dao Sect disciple in his grasp showed no fear. Instead, she dared to question him back.
The girl knelt half on the ground. Her eyes shone brightly, burning like torches as she stared at him without a trace of fear or plea for mercy.
The Demon Lord paused slightly. “Naturally. Letting you live isn’t impossible…”
Then he seemed to change his mind. In a tone like he was bestowing charity, he said leisurely, “With your aptitude, you could barely serve as this lord’s cauldron.”
He couldn’t see it—a golden game panel flashing between them with the latest instructions.
【Directed Random used successfully】
【You decide to supplement immediately, forming the Jade Ecstasy Seal to harvest this person. Though the cultivation gap is huge, your luck is great. The probability of instantly forming the seal and draining all his spiritual power is 100%.】
【Guaranteed success】
As the final words appeared, light flashed in the girl’s palm in an instant. At the same time, an intricate flower seal bloomed on the back of the man’s hand.
Li Yin had already been pressing on his hand, using the contact to place the supplementation mark on him.
The Jade Ecstasy Seal formed, and the cheat prop took effect simultaneously. In a mere instant, wild winds rose from flat ground, whipping their clothes into a frenzy.
Spiritual energy surged like collapsing mountains and tsunamis, all pouring in one direction—
All the spiritual energy in his body flooded into the girl’s.
In the blink of an eye, the howling winds died down. This high-cultivation Demon Lord suddenly lost all his strength. With a muffled grunt, he dropped to one knee before the foundation establishment cultivator.
Without spiritual power, the spell blurring his face also failed, revealing a flushed countenance.
This secretive Demon Lord was actually quite handsome—extremely so. His lips were red, teeth white, and a small mole at the corner of his left eye added exquisite charm.
But now, overwhelming lust colored his face with a glamorous crimson glow over flawless white-jade skin, like drifting clouds or rosy mists.
Supplementation had its own flair. The moment the Jade Ecstasy Seal took hold, all his spiritual energy was thoroughly extracted and offered to its master.
At the same time, as compensation and comfort for the harvested cauldron, the supplementation seal generously granted him intense pleasure.
The inexplicable pleasure hit too suddenly and fiercely, crashing toward his lower abdomen like mountains and tsunamis. A tingling, itchy, sour numbness surged up his lower back, then his spine, spreading through his entire body in a blink.
The strange sensation in his body nearly robbed him of all strength. He knelt on the ground.
The man’s lips parted slightly, as if unable to endure it. One hand clutched his collar fiercely, trembling with bursts of light gasps.
He lifted that beautiful, lust-flushed face. Deeply offended, he wanted to berate her, but words failed him. His pale red lips only released shallow, urgent breaths.
This beautiful Demon Lord no longer showed his earlier arrogance and malice. Now trembling and flushed, he frowned tightly and glared furiously at Li Yin. “You—insolent! You damned—”
“You dare—”
His body shuddered in waves. He couldn’t voice the fact of being supplemented and humiliated. The hand he reached out clutched the girl’s clothes desperately. Angrily, he lifted his face to look at her.
But with the flush and lust, it was hard to tell if it was anger or shame. It carried a strange allure.
The little cultivator he had just restrained now stood. With positions reversed, she looked down at his disheveled state.
After centuries of demonic cultivation, he had never experienced this. To be thoroughly supplemented by a little girl.
The fierce heat hadn’t subsided. Unable to calm quickly, his body trembled noticeably again. His thighs parted slightly without control, and fragmented light moans escaped his lips.
In the close space, a faint unusual scent suddenly wafted—a musky odor like stone nan flower.
He had climaxed.
The girl who witnessed all his wretchedness naturally caught the unusual smell, which grew thicker.
She paused briefly, then struck. One foot kicked him away, landing squarely on his collarbone.
The Demon Lord, still in the aftershocks, couldn’t resist. He toppled aside at once and heard her say, “Disgusting. Get lost.”
Disgust showed on the girl’s face. Suddenly, she sneered lightly.
“So fast?” She curled her lips. Even against the light, one could see her narrowed, gleaming eyes. “A cauldron like you—I wouldn’t want you even if you gave yourself to me.”
The supplementation seal didn’t affect its master. After humiliating him, she turned and fled without looking back, leaving the Demon Lord collapsed on the ground, unable to rise for the moment.
The man clutched his collar tightly, covering the spot she had kicked. His grip was so tight his knuckles whitened.
The thick pink flower seal on the back of his hand stood out even more, like an intricate tattoo.
The supplementation seal wouldn’t vanish. It made it convenient for the master to use next time—and marked its possession.
As if he were a owned, used cauldron.
A long while passed. His clothes clung wetly to his body, and he still trembled badly. The flush lingered, his eyes brimming with humiliated tears.
Kill her. He had to kill her…
He was still a virgin. Now he had lost the primordial yang essence nurtured since childhood. It would take days to recover—not to mention being supplemented and humiliated…
He had never suffered such grievance!
As killing intent surged, a spirit message flickered at his side. A water mirror appeared, faintly showing a face identical to his.
“Chengfeng…” The person in the mirror called out.
The man called Chengfeng immediately propped himself up with his hands and sat.
His robes were disheveled, hair crown loose. Strands of black hair draped messily by his face, damp with thin sweat and sticking to his jade-white skin. He paid it no mind and pursed his lips toward the mirror.
It was a youth almost identical to him, same brows and eyes. The only difference: no mole at the eye corner in the mirror; instead, one dotted the right corner of his mouth, giving a gentler air.
The man in the mirror looked pale, cheeks now floating with unnatural flush, as if affected by some strange stimulus.
He seemed frail and immobile, draped in a silver gray cloak, seated in a wheelchair.
Once the spirit message connected, the flushed youth covered his mouth and coughed several times. “Chengfeng, what happened?”
The Demon Lord, freshly supplemented and humiliated, restrained his malice and replied obediently, “…Brother.”
He gritted his teeth. “It’s nothing. Just a little mishap. I can handle it.”
They were twins with shared sense. His current abnormality had all transmitted to his brother far in the Demon Domain. But his brother had been sickly since childhood and couldn’t handle intense stimuli.
Hearing this, the youth in the mirror looked worried. He gazed intently a few more times before nodding uneasily.
The spirit message ended.
The man took a deep breath, calming his body’s aftershocks. Only then did he stand.
But his wet clothes hindered his steps. He gritted his teeth, formed a spell, and cleaned himself.
–
【Cultivation Progress +99%】
【New cauldron unlocked: Li Chengfeng】
【Achievement Reward: Directed Random (1)】
Li Yin ran far away and kept fleeing at full speed, too busy even to check the game panel and gains.
Once that Demon Lord recovered, he’d surely chase her for revenge. Of course, she’d run as far as possible.
After a thought, Li Yin cast a disguise art on herself. Her features changed instantly.
She didn’t forget to stuff another Returning Spring Pill into the little peacock’s beak to preserve his life.
The little peacock held the pill in his beak. Due to his injuries, he looked somewhat listless. Suddenly, an unfamiliar boy’s voice rang in Li Yin’s mind.
“Idiot, what’s the use of disguising now? That demonic cultivator definitely remembers you.”
The melodious, alluring teenage voice came from the little peacock in her arms. As her contracted beast, he could naturally communicate telepathically with his master.
Li Yin replied, “He remembers me, but your Demon Race people don’t yet.”
As she spoke, she glanced into the distance. A massive flock of birds was flying this way.
Having stayed with the Feather Clan, the player knew their methods well. The flock could be their eyes and ears.
“Hmph, should I praise you for being clever?”
The little peacock’s telepathic voice sounded much better than his current state—far more spirited.
“I advise you to run faster. This is the Demon Realm. Once my clansmen find you, they’ll definitely execute you.”
“You think I don’t want to?” Li Yin figured this was already the fastest speed for foundation establishment.
She was a beast tamer, yet here she was carrying her beast while fleeing. Was there no justice?
The little peacock transmitted again, “Anyway, you’re doomed…”
He spoke ominous words again. Li Yin reached out to pinch his little beak, signaling him to shut up, but he broke free and lightly pecked her fingertip.
“I’m the current Feather Clan Young Lord! Don’t treat me like this. But since you’re only at foundation establishment, you probably haven’t heard my name. Qing Yi—that’s me.”
He chattered on. “You humans violated a great taboo of the Demon Race. My ancestor will definitely kill you…”
Li Yin: “……Thanks for the reminder.”
The flock arrived, circling overhead and crying out, conveying some message.
Li Yin couldn’t understand, but the little peacock in her arms surely could. He raised his head and replied with a few cries.
【I’m not going back!】
Qing Yi transmitted to the demonic cultivators behind the eyes and ears.
The blue-green feathered peacock curled in the human cultivator’s arms. His gorgeous tail feathers spilled from her embrace. She barely supported his long tail with her hand—not gently, as if annoyed that the peacock’s tail was slowing their escape.
The image followed her hand, briefly scanning her face. Her features were plain and unremarkable.
The Feather Clan elders offered the relayed vision, not daring to speak, awaiting the ancestor’s judgment above.
He was a white-haired man with an indifferent, emotionless expression. Dressed plainly without adornments, only a white peacock tail feather pinned diagonally in his hair.
Though his attire was simple, a radiant fan of tail feathers spread behind him—his own.
A layer of soft, warm fur padded beneath him. He sat kneeling with legs folded, head lowered as he stroked the thing in his arms.
It was a grayish-white egg. Faint deathly aura clung to the cold shell, yet he ignored it. He cradled it carefully like incubating, holding it to his abdomen and stroking it repeatedly without tiring.
Hearing the young one’s words, his snow-white lashes twitched. His pale red pupils shifted slightly, finally moving from the thing in his arms to the blue-green youth in the image.
“Why?” he asked, lips parting.
The little peacock in the image cried out several times.
【I don’t want to be Young Lord at all. Being Young Lord is too tiring, and you’d drag me off to breed. I refuse! So what if I’ve atavized with phoenix blood? Phoenix blood isn’t even that great! If you want to give birth, do it yourselves. I’m not incubating eggs for guys I don’t like…】
At “incubating eggs,” dead silence fell over the hall. Even breaths froze.
The ancestor hated such words most, yet the little Young Lord, spoiled by his upbringing, was willful. Now he not only ran away from home but kept touching taboos.
The elders all lowered their heads, afraid to attract bad luck.
Since this white-haired ancestor broke through to Mahayana centuries ago and became clan leader, they elders had been replaced twice.
The old ones died or were injured. The new knew to stay obedient, silent on certain matters—knowing what could be said and what couldn’t.
The white-haired demon cultivator old ancestor with pale red pupils suddenly shielded the thing in his arms tightly. He coldly gazed at the junior on the screen. “Then you’re willing to become a demon pet for the human race? You bastard, get back here!”
The circling flock of birds abruptly erupted into noisy cries, giving Li Yin a headache. Her instincts told her something was wrong.
Sure enough, she then heard the Little Peacock in her arms transmit a message. “Run, run! The old ancestor is angry!”
Before his words had even finished, she suddenly felt a weight in her arms.
The Little Peacock was gone. In his place was a youth who could only be called stunningly beautiful, with a refined and slender figure. His blue-green pupils were bewitching and gorgeous. His arms were wrapped around her neck as he leaned in close to look at her. His fluttering long lashes shimmered with faint blue-green light, dazzling to the eyes.
Li Yin noticed the corners of his eyes were a bit red, making the color even more vibrant.
After shapeshifting, he was clothed in azure-blue fabric as brilliant as the glow of his feathers. The hem retained the layered look of peacock tail feathers. Though somewhat tattered, they could not hide their beauty.
At this moment, those tail feathers timidly unfurled on their own, scattering a trail of flowing light along the path—like the opening scene of an elopement.
Meeting her gaze, the beautiful Young Master shrank back like a child who had done something wrong. He then revealed a haughty pride, as if it were perfectly justified.
“I’ve run off with you now, so you have to take responsibility for me!”