DLOBML CHAPTER 22

Chapter 22 —  Infuriate the Demonic Master to Death (13) | Night Dark, Wind High: The Perfect Time for Murder and Robbery. Go On, Hero!

Who would have thought this Star Domain was so favored by the heavens? A few centuries ago it produced Cheng Zhongtian, and now another figure had burst forth, this “passerby” who could make gods and ghosts weep, derailing the Sky Demons’ entire invasion plan. He could not help blaming that licentious Demon King. If the man had not gotten lustful ideas about possessing that woman, none of this mess would have happened.

The outer-realm Sky Demons had charged in with unstoppable momentum and seemed on the verge of victory, only to slink back to the Third Heaven like children throwing a tantrum to ruin a party. It was absurd.

The Xiaoyao Sect had no time to care about absurdity, only relief. They had thought they were doomed and might see the whole sect wiped out. Yet thanks to Ye Zhenzhen drawing out an absolute monster, no, an absolute powerhouse, who forced those savage wolves to retreat, they won a precious moment to breathe.

“Zhenzhen, do not refuse. The position of Sect Master is yours and yours alone.” The soon-to-be former sect master spoke kindly, and the other peak masters nodded in agreement.

Li Jiutian, gravely wounded, still lay in bed, sunk in a long coma.

Three years passed since the invasion. The Xiaoyao Sect had regained its former glory, and thanks to that unmatched expert, its incense burned even more prosperously. Talented youths came from far and wide, eager to join the sect.

“Then I will not fail everyone’s expectations,” Ye Zhenzhen said, pressing her lips together as she accepted the responsibility. She had her own plan. If she became sect master, the sect would open more resources to her. That was capital to grow stronger. She would reach Nascent Soul, enter the Third Heaven, and find him. Whatever it took, life or death, she would bring him back.

While Ye Zhenzhen was striving upward, the culprit who lingered in her thoughts was joyfully tormenting the Demon King, watching him hop madly in a sea of fire, then scramble away holding his head. It was endlessly satisfying.

After Xing Ge tore through the demons’ lair, the Sky Demons hated her to the bone. But her cultivation climbed like a rocket, and they could not beat her. Exhausted by the abuse, they ended up treating her like an ancestor to be offered incense. The red-haired Demon King felt thoroughly unconvinced and often picked fights, only to be mercilessly thrashed, yet he never stopped trying.

“When are you leaving?”

High Priest Bai Ye had appeared beside her at some point. Half his face was veiled in white gauze, leaving only those bright silver eyes exposed.

“In a few days,” Xing Ge said lazily, folding her hands behind her head and slanting him a look. “What, in such a rush to see me off? We’ve been old friends for years now. No sentiment at all?” She said this with a perfectly straight face. In the Third Heaven she

is a Chinese idiom meaning
to create chaos or disturbance,
suggesting that someone causes
such a scene that even
animals are thrown into panic. stirred chickens and riled dogs

, she was a walking plague god. People could not avoid her fast enough.

“Respected one jests,” he replied, expression unchanged, posture cool and distant.

To outsiders, though, it looked different.

Two tall, devastatingly handsome men stood shoulder to shoulder: one a wealthy, flirtatious wastrel; the other an ethereal immortal from a painting. No matter how you looked, it was a perfect picture of… harmonious best buddies. Yes, best buddies.

The Demon King felt inexplicably annoyed and shoved himself between them.

Xing Ge wrinkled her nose at his smell.

He leaned in on purpose, earning a particularly handsome eye roll.

The silver-haired priest’s expression cooled.

Somehow, the news that Xing Ge would soon leave spread through the Sky Demons’ ranks, and the entire clan cheered. Finally, they could send this plague away. They swore they would eat vegetarian for three years in thanks.

Everyone was so delighted they held a grand farewell party for her. If they had fireworks, they would have strung them over the gate. As the guest of honor, Xing Ge seriously considered slipping poison into the wine and finishing the lot of them.

One elder was so overjoyed at their liberation from tyranny that he produced a millennium-aged vintage called “Three Lives,” a brew so potent a single sip would floor you.

That night the demons cavorted like mad things. Ghosts wailed, wolves howled, and the place looked like an unmarked mass grave. Bodies twitched everywhere.

Xing Ge kicked aside a certain demon monarch who was dead drunk. He crawled back, single-minded in his life’s goal of climbing onto her thigh.

D*mn it! Did I not say I do not do guys?

She ground her heel into his handsome face a few more times. He pawed at her foot and clutched it with a dreamy expression.

“Hey, are you going to control your Demon King or not? Being a drunk does not make you special,” Xing Ge said, goosebumps rising, and grabbed the High Priest at the next table. “Come on, help me kick him a few more times.”

“Oh,” he said, dazed.

Then he sat right down on her lap and buried his face in her chest.

“…”

High Priest, I did not have you pegged as this kind of man!

He abruptly lifted his head from that “career line,” frowned slightly, and said, “I feel like vomiting.”

“Got it,” Xing Ge said, jerking her chin toward a distant corner.

Then he threw up all over her.

Xing Ge: “!!!”

F** me! So your warning meant you were going to vomit on me? What happened to basic human decency?

As someone with a strong cleanliness streak, Xing Ge nearly broke. Brother, do you understand Virgo-grade obsessive cleanliness? It is lethal.

The silver-haired priest seemed confused by her sudden petrification. He poked her cheek with a finger. Xing Ge caught his hand and nearly snapped it off, face twisted with murder.

The cool night air sobered him a little. Calmly, he said, “Let us go to my place and change.”

“Fine,” she said, expressionless, and kicked the Demon King at her feet again. Honestly, how shameless and unambitious did a man have to be to make “climb onto her thigh” his ultimate life goal? In comparison, the priest who had just puked on her suddenly seemed lofty and refined.

People only look good by comparison.

Flashing the Demon King a middle finger, Xing Ge went off with the high-class priest without a second thought.

Only later did it hit her. Hold up, I am a cultivator. One quick Cleaning Spell and this would have been over. Why did I make it so complicated? Is my IQ out of credit? She refused to accept that answer.

They walked outside.

The night deepened. The jade disk of the moon hung high. Everything was wrapped in a veil of misty light. Somewhere, a faint flute melody drifted in, blending with the wind, clear and distant.

Xing Ge, hands behind her head, was in no mood to appreciate the scenery. She lamented silently instead. As the saying goes, “Night dark, wind high, it is the perfect time for murder and robbery.” With such perfect timing and terrain, I cannot even raid the Sky Demons’ treasury. What a waste!

Grumbling, mind drifting, she followed the priest through turn after turn. They left a broad road for a narrow path, grass grown half as tall as a person brushing her legs and leaving faint red lines on her skin.

As the light around them dimmed further, and the only sound left was the whisper of grass against cloth, Xing Ge’s heart began to thump.

Uh… is the High Priest thinking the same thing I am? With a night like this… time to pull a big job? She tipped her head to study his face. Lashes lowered, silver eyes half-hidden, profile as striking as a painting. Tsk, tsk. Unfair.

Even if there was to be robbery and ravishment, well, that job should be hers, the rough-and-ready one.

She let out a long breath and put her heart back in her chest. Sin, sin. I almost misjudged our noble, pure High Priest.

They walked on and on. By now there was not a living thing within ten li. Firm in her belief that the High Priest was aboveboard, she followed steadfastly.

Just when her little legs were about to mutiny, he finally stopped. Looking over his shoulder, Xing Ge saw a weather-beaten wooden cabin, half-collapsed from wind and rain.

Her face: ∑(っ°Д °;)っ!!!

Are we filming a ghost movie?

Also, the situation felt… ominous.

For example: the middle of the night, a desolate wilderness.

For example: two lone men, one dilapidated cabin.

Mother of—she could already imagine dozens of gruesome endings for herself.

Xing Ge spun to run, but a clear, airy sigh brushed her ear.

“Heh. Trying to slip away?”

Electricity shot across her scalp.

—Hero, please have mercy!!!

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