After Faking My Death, My Disciple, Who Hated Me to the Bone, Has Gone Mad - Chapter 2

I don’t believe you would dare to [fuck] me in front of so many people.

To cooperate with the progression of the plot, Sheng Muxue simply gave up on defending himself.

Defending himself was useless because Yun Zheng was not merely suffering from amnesia.

The entire world had been corrected, and there was not a single trace left to prove that he had never committed any evil deeds against him.

When the dark clouds became oppressive to the extreme, lightning flashed overhead, and Sheng Muxue chuckled softly again.

“I suppose you are right. Hehehe.”

“I thought I had already trained you into an obedient dog and let my guard down around you, but I never imagined that you were merely pretending to be submissive.”

“Winners write history; losers take the fall. I have no complaints.”

“Since you have finally achieved what you wanted, then cut out my heart and kill me.”

He tilted his head back, watching the trembling tip of Yun Zheng’s sword, and deliberately pushed his chest slightly forward.

However, Yun Zheng hesitated.

He released his grip on Sheng Muxue’s silver hair, just as he had let go of his throat moments before.

Only the tip of the sword remained pressed against the center of Sheng Muxue’s chest.

It was dead center.

Seeing Yun Zheng being so indecisive, Sheng Muxue felt a sense of frustration, as if he were looking at a failed project.

The plot had already been restored, so he should have lost those intimate memories shared with him.

Sheng Muxue had read the original book, and in the ending, Yun Zheng killed the Demon Lord, literally mincing him like shrimp paste; that is no exaggeration.

How did such a cold and ruthless protagonist in the book turn into such a spineless, weak-willed person when faced with him?

It could not be Stockholm Syndrome acting up, could it?

“What? Too afraid to strike?”

Sheng Muxue was truly anxious, more anxious than he was about his own reincarnation.

After all, his clothes were in tatters, and so many people were watching. He had a very thin skin.

Yun Zheng’s fingernails dug almost into his palms, but when he caught the mockery in those purple eyes, his entire body turned cold.

Memory and hatred tore violently at his mind, making his fingers refuse to obey him.

Ultimately, he lowered his hand holding the sword.

However, he had no intention of letting this demon go.

He just felt that letting this demon die so easily would be too kind.

Thus, he took a bottle of medicine from his chest, opened it, grabbed Sheng Muxue by the throat, and forced him to swallow it.

Forced to swallow something unknown, Sheng Muxue first gave a physiological dry cough and subconsciously asked, “What is this?”

“The Aphrodisiac Gu.”

Yun Zheng answered quickly, “It is also what you forced me to take every time you humiliated me.”

The Aphrodisiac Gu.

The name alone sounded like something debauched.

Sheng Muxue had never fed this to Yun Zheng; he did not even possess such a thing.

However, the book indeed wrote that every time the Demon Lord wanted Yun Zheng to serve him in bed, he would force him to eat this.

Then, Yun Zheng would act like a bitch in heat.

This was the only description, and even though it was only a few words, Sheng Muxue’s dirty mind already had a vivid picture of it.

Although he had a thin skin, it did not mean he did not like smut.

It was just that now, the person about to become the “bitch in heat” was himself.

In a trance, Sheng Muxue already felt his body starting to behave strangely.

It felt as if ten thousand insects were gnawing at his flesh and blood.

He also felt as if he were in a sea of fire, surrounded by rolling waves of flames, trying to burn him until not even ashes remained.

It was as painful as it could possibly be.

But Sheng Muxue was not an ordinary person, screaming and crying over a little bit of pain.

His will was remarkably resilient; even while drenched in sweat, he managed to spit out a few provocative words, “I don’t believe that you would dare to [fuck] me in front of so many people.”

Yun Zheng coldly interrupted him, “Do you think you are worthy?”

“This is merely a punishment for you. The Aphrodisiac Gu can only be relieved through intimacy; otherwise, you will live in agony worse than death.”

“Because the Gu worms will continuously tear through your spiritual meridians and scorch your spiritual bones until you achieve pleasure.”

“But I will never touch you. I only find you disgusting.”

Heh.

Sheng Muxue let out a cynical sneer in his heart.

A moment ago, he could barely speak, but now, he had lost the strength to even do that.

The Gu worms rampaged through his meridians. He saw his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

It caused the chains to rattle, emitting a crisp sound.

He curled his palms, his fingernails digging into his skin until blood beads formed, yet he could not feel the pain.

Replacing it was a bizarre, itchy numbness that spread from the wounds to his arms, then crawled up his spine to the back of his neck.

He wanted to bite his tongue to stay conscious, but found his jaw was also shaking uncontrollably, and saliva slid down the corner of his mouth, soaking his chin and neck.

“Kneel and beg me.”

This was the only way Sheng Muxue heard that could alleviate his pain.

It came from Yun Zheng’s mouth.

But Sheng Muxue was not only born with a rebellious spirit, but also with natural pride; there would never be anyone in this life who could make him kneel!

He had no intention of compromising. He continued to grit his teeth, his eyes red-rimmed, silently enduring it.

After suffering for a while longer, Sheng Muxue was in so much pain that his consciousness began to drift away.

In the end, it was Yun Zheng who lost his composure, “Even I could not endure this poisonous Gu for half a moment. You are quite capable of enduring it.”

“Yun Zheng!”

Just as Yun Zheng and Sheng Muxue were in a standoff, an elder-like man flew up onto the Sky Execution Platform from below.

As soon as he landed, he pointed at Yun Zheng and questioned him, “Why are you dawdling?”

“So many people are waiting to watch you execute this demon and gouge out the demonic heart. Could it be that you still harbor lingering feelings for your former master?”

The area around the Sky Execution Platform was indeed surrounded by the various sects of the Immortal Alliance, as well as members of the demon race and merchant guilds.

Most of them had suffered persecution at the hands of this demon, so they were desperate to see him die miserably on the execution platform with their own eyes.

But after watching for a long time, Yun Zheng, as the executioner, kept delaying.

He did not even dare to deliver a fatal blow.

Choking, pulling hair, feeding medicine, it was practically child’s play.

So, Xie Wuyai, the head of the Xie family, could no longer sit still and was the first to fly up.

Yun Zheng ignored the man.

But Xie Wuyai clearly did not come just to question Yun Zheng.

He suddenly summoned spiritual light in his palm and struck toward Sheng Muxue’s chest.

Just as the light was about to pierce through Sheng Muxue’s chest, it was blocked by a burst of sword energy.

Not only that, but the sword energy also sent Xie Wuyai flying back.

The source of the sword energy was Yun Zheng’s natal sword, Tianyao.

Xie Wuyai stabilized his figure halfway through his flight and landed back on the platform. This time, he was even more exasperated, “Yun Zheng! You truly intend to protect this demon!”

Yun Zheng’s blade glinted coldly in the dim light, and Xie Wuyai’s accusation landed like a heavy hammer against his ears.

The densely packed crowd below began to stir, their whispers like a snake flicking its tongue.

However, Yun Zheng turned a deaf ear, “Protecting him?”

He suddenly raised his hand, and the tip of his sword ground a new trail of blood into Sheng Muxue’s chest without hesitation, “He is my enemy; why would I protect him?”

“Then why did you just use sword energy to block my attack?”

Yun Zheng turned his head, his ruthless gaze sweeping over Xie Wuyai’s pale face, “According to the Immortal Alliance’s decree, I believe I am the executioner, am I not?”

Xie Wuyai retreated half a step, stung by that gaze, but still stiffened his neck and said, “Regardless, you cannot drag this out any longer!”

“This demon dug out my son’s spiritual bones, causing him to be a cripple who cannot even stand for the rest of his life! As a father, if I do not see him punished and his heart gouged out, I will never be able to swallow this resentment!”