DLOBML CHAPTER 24

Chapter 24 — Infuriating the Demonic Master to Death (15) | Male Lead, You’re So Bad!

“Seen enough?”

A man’s voice came from behind, low and cold, laced with an eerie edge that made the night itself seem to shiver.

Xing Ge nearly wet herself from fright. Her body reacted faster than her mind, spinning into a defensive stance, only for her sudden movement to backfire. With a heavy thud, she toppled backward and accidentally pinned the person behind her straight to the floor.

And that person just happened to be the suspected final boss, the High Priest himself.

Oh no. She was done for.

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

She scrambled to her feet, but before she could stand, a pale, slender hand reached from the darkness. It looked delicate, almost weightless, but it caught her with absolute authority and pressed her firmly against his chest.

Holy sh*t, High Priest, what are you trying to do?!

“Since you’ve already seen it,” he said, his tone soft but unsettling, “why not let me tell you a secret? One that even the Demon King does not know.”

The veil across his face fluttered in the cold wind, revealing lips the color of blood. When he spoke again, his words were like a lover’s whisper, dangerously close.

Inside, Xing Ge broke apart. Brother, I swear I don’t want to hear your secrets! Don’t you know cannon fodder dies early because they learn too much?

The High Priest’s tone stayed calm, detached.

“The priests of the Sky Demon Clan are born for prophecy. They are not truly living beings, but emotionless constructs. From birth, all seven emotions and six desires are stripped away. I am the ultimate prophet, I am Bai Ye, the High Priest of the Ultimate Prophecy. When the former priest removed my emotions, he failed to suppress a fragment of feeling. That single thread of emotion escaped into the mortal world.”

Xing Ge froze, her heart tightening.

“That wisp of feeling,” he continued, “absorbed the essence of sun and moon, and on a snowy night, was reborn as an infant. A passing cultivator found him and raised him. As the child grew, he became a handsome young man who earned fame across the cultivation world. Yet the higher he climbed, the lonelier he became.”

A chill ran down Xing Ge’s spine. She had a bad, bad feeling about where this was going.

“Three hundred years later,” the man said softly, “he fell in love with his newly accepted female disciple, but her heart already belonged to another. One day, he met that man. Enraged and humiliated, he challenged him to a duel and was punched straight into the mountain, losing all dignity.”

Cold sweat slid down Xing Ge’s temple. Brother, please, I beg you, stop talking. I’m really creeped out here!

“He dreamed of destroying that man,” the High Priest went on, voice velvet-smooth but sharp as a knife. “So one day, he burned a powerful aphrodisiac inside an incense burner and lured that man over, but instead—” His eyes gleamed faintly in the dark. “—instead, that man lost control and slept with him. And afterward, he pretended nothing happened.”

He smiled faintly, voice like silk over steel. “Tell me, isn’t a scumbag like that still getting off too easy if he just dies peacefully?”

The quiet sigh that followed was like a requiem.

Xing Ge was ready to cry. My lord, I swear I’m innocent!

Who the f*** knew the male lead would pull such a despicable “

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or sexual situation past
the point of no return,
usually through manipulation.
It’s the classic “what’s done is done” move,
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” nonsense? And who could’ve guessed that someone as classy as him would have such low IQ moments? This has nothing to do with me!

She wanted to defend herself, but before she could, her body suddenly grew heavy. The next instant, a blur of movement and the High Priest was no longer beneath her.

Wait. What was happening?

She looked down.

The “person” she’d been pressing on had turned into a pitch-black stone statue. The harder she struggled, the brighter it glowed with blood-red light, its iron arms tightening around her like a vice.

F**, High Priest, you’re playing dirty! Stop breaking character like this!

The man’s quiet amusement deepened as he watched her terrified expression. Slowly, he reached up and removed his veil.

In that moment, his face came fully into view and Xing Ge’s brain completely blue-screened.

You’ve got to be kidding me. One person playing two roles? Does your author even know you’re doing this?!

And seriously, what kind of twisted script was this?

The male lead and the villainous High Priest were the same person.

And she, unlucky her, had managed to offend both identities.

Would she even have a corpse left when this was over? Help me, Eggy!

Holy sh*t kept scrolling through Xing Ge's mind.

Cloth rustled as Li Jiutian crouched beside her. His slender fingers tilted up her chin. Pain flashed through her eyes as his grip tightened, and his gaze burned with dark red light, predatory, feral.

“So,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, “how should I deal with you now?”

With a sweep of his sleeve, the faint light went out. The room changed instantly. Wisps of ghostly mist rose around them, and the air turned thick with a chilling fog.

The furniture shifted, the surroundings melting into something else. To the left stood rows of torture instruments, long, flat, curved, and cruel, reeking of iron and blood. Nearby, a gluttonous iron furnace blazed with threefold fire, sparks flying as molten heat hissed through the floor, corroding it into gaping holes.

“Gulp.”

Xing Ge swallowed audibly. Her knees went weak.

Then, horror dawned, she suddenly remembered something she herself had said not long ago:

“You’re so strong, why be afraid of him? Just tie that bastard up, hang him from the ceiling, whip him, splash him with chili oil, and put him on a tiger bench. Bet he’ll cry before you’re done!”

So she had dug her own grave?!

Thinking back to how confidently she’d said it, Xing Ge wanted to slap herself right there.

That’s what you get for having a big mouth!

Li Jiutian stood, elegant and composed, and selected a square iron shovel from the rack. He heated it in the furnace until it glowed red, his beautiful face shimmering in the firelight, his faint smile warped with cruel delight.

Hello? 119? Yes, there’s a maniac on the loose, please send help across dimensions!

Xing Ge’s face was the picture of despair as her brain raced for an escape plan.

The man approached, graceful and poised, holding the burning shovel as though it were a fan. His voice was soft, almost intimate.

“Well then,” he said. “Tell me, which part of you would you like me to caress first?”

Xing Ge: “…”

He’s broken, right? He’s definitely broken. Completely, irreparably broken and gone bad!!!

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