After Forcibly Taking The Beautiful, Powerful, And Tragic Demon Lord As A Concubine - Chapter 10

Half an hour ago.

Rong Yaowei brought his servants and underlings to Chengtian Valley in a swaggering, boastful, and overbearing manner.

Before he even stepped through the gates, he shouted:

“Lin Xueqing, come out here this instant!”

He called him directly by his name without using the respectful title of “Young Master,” showing that he possessed a considerable degree of status.

In fact, he was indeed one of the rare figures in the Alchemy Sect who did not fear Lin Xueqing; after all, his father was Rong Heng, a Supreme Elder of the Alchemy Sect just like Lin Meimei.

If one ignored wealth and spoke only of cultivation levels, his father was likely even a notch higher than Lin Meimei. Consequently, when dealing with Lin Xueqing on a daily basis, he habitually considered himself a step above.

The servants of Chengtian Valley were used to this. After all, Rong Yaowei had always been like this; the Young Master also addressed him directly by name. The two were of similar age and status, and could be considered rare friends who could actually speak to one another.

But today, Lin Xueqing himself was not in the valley. Therefore, when the servants heard Rong Yaowei’s voice, they came out to inform him.

“Young Master Rong, please stop shouting. Our Young Master is not here.”

“Not here? Where did he go?”

Rong Yaowei’s brow furrowed with impatience: “Call him back. I finally found the time to come out and look for him; how can he not be here?”

The servant replied honestly: “I’m afraid he won’t be back for a while. Our Young Master has gone on a long journey.”

“Him? He can actually go on a long journey?”

Rong Yaowei had a look of disbelief: “Where would he go? The Hundred Flowers Brothel?”

“This…”

The servant hesitated, unsure if he should tell Rong Yaowei the truth.

“Speak up!”

Rong Yaowei had a fiery and impulsive temper. Seeing the servant stammering, he simply used his spiritual pressure to coerce him.

Rong Yaowei was a cultivator at the seventh level of Foundation Building. The servants were only at the early levels of Qi Refining and naturally could not withstand his pressure; it took only a few moments for the truth to come out.

After hearing it, Rong Yaowei was greatly shocked: “What? You’re saying he went to seek medical treatment and medicine for that concubine of his?”

“Yes.”

The servant lowered his head, only daring to nod, not daring to say another word.

“Hahaha, that is too hilarious, Lin Xueqing!”

Rong Yaowei burst into laughter. Not only did he laugh himself, but he also pulled along another elder’s child who was with him to join in.

“Too funny, truly too funny. Could Lin Xueqing really be infatuated with that concubine?”

“Most likely. I heard he begged Elder Lin for a long time, and in the end, he insisted on defying Elder Lin’s wishes to secretly go to the Sword Sect to seek a marriage!”

“Is that true? Is that concubine really that beautiful?”

“I heard he is the number one beauty in the cultivation world…”

The speaker wore a lewd expression and chuckled: “I also heard he’s a cripple who can’t even move.”

“A cripple too?”

“Not just that.”

“Stop keeping me in suspense! Tell me everything you know right now.”

“I heard that he was once a Sword Sovereign with a cultivation at the Tribulation Transcendence stage.”

“What?!”

Rong Yaowei had never heard of Ye Mingjing. But he knew what a Sword Sovereign was, and he certainly knew what a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator represented.

Initially, he didn’t believe it. After all, his own father was only a Soul Transformation cultivator, and in Rong Yaowei’s eyes, that already granted him the power to move mountains and fill seas.

…A Tribulation Transcendence cultivator? Impossible! Even the current number one person of the righteous path, the Sect Master of the Sword Sect, Hengyang Sword Sovereign, did not have such a cultivation, right?

But those around him spoke with such gravity, even swearing on their character that it was absolutely true. Usually, they wouldn’t lie to him.

Thus, Rong Yaowei grew interested. No matter what, he had to go see this concubine of Lin Xueqing’s.

Naturally, the servants of Chengtian Valley attempted to block this rude request. Whether they were servants or outer disciples, they all firmly remembered Lin Xueqing’s instructions before his departure. But who was Rong Yaowei? He was a little tyrant who feared nothing in heaven or on earth.

A few lowly servants and outer disciples could not possibly stop him. And so, he forcibly broke into the small courtyard where Ye Mingjing stayed.

When Rong Yaowei arrived noisily with his group, Ye Mingjing was not in the room, but in the courtyard watering flowers.

A few elegant and quiet orchids were planted in the small yard. Currently, it was the time for new buds to emerge.

Ye Mingjing sat in a wheelchair, holding a small golden pot in one hand, spraying a mist of spiritual water onto the freshly grown green buds.

As the wind blew, his clothes, his hair, and the tender green buds all danced gently in the breeze.

It was at this moment that Rong Yaowei saw him and saw Ye Mingjing’s face clearly. With just one look, he was entranced.

He quickly understood that the rumors were not false, and he understood even more why Lin Xueqing was so crazy for him. He was the number one beauty of the cultivation world in both name and reality.

Rong Yaowei had never seen such a beauty, and one who was a man at that. His eyes were dazed. His mind went blank, having long forgotten his original purpose.

The usually overbearing little tyrant became a few degrees more polite in the face of such peerless beauty: “You, you… are you Ye Mingjing?”

Ye Mingjing only gave him a faint glance and uttered a single word:

“Get out.”

Rong Yaowei’s composure shattered.

“Do you know who I am, daring to tell me to get out!”

The more he spoke, the angrier he became: “Nothing more than a statusless concubine, and a cripple at that. How dare you be so arrogant?”

“Don’t think that just because Lin Xueqing went to find medicine for you, he can actually protect you!”

Rong Yaowei vented his frustration in a fit of rage. He expected Ye Mingjing to be afraid, or at the very least, somewhat panicked.

Contrary to his expectations, Ye Mingjing remained unmoved. With a cold expression, he offered another three words: “Still not leaving?”

“I want to challenge you to a duel! Today, I shall teach you a lesson on behalf of my good brother and crush the arrogance of this fox-spirit!”

Rong Yaowei blustered aggressively.

Ye Mingjing let out a sneer and glanced at him, his phoenix eyes slightly upturned: “With just you?”

“What do you mean ‘just me’? I am a seventh-level Foundation Building cultivator!”

Rong Yaowei made an exaggerated expression. After a moment, he suddenly thought of something, his expression shifting into a playful smirk: “Oh, I remember now. I heard that you were once a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator.”

Rong Yaowei intentionally emphasized the words “Tribulation Transcendence.”

This caused the surrounding crowd to burst into loud laughter.

“Hahaha, a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator? He really dares to brag.”

“I heard the Sect Master of the Sword Sect is only at the late stage of Void Refining. A cripple actually dares to claim he is at the Tribulation stage.”

“Perhaps the ‘tribulation’ he transcended was a tribulation of love!”

“So that’s it! Hahaha, a love tribulation with Young Master Lin~”

The sounds of mockery were incessant. Yet, Ye Mingjing still offered no significant reaction.

The truth was that over the past hundred years, such ridicule and idle gossip had been far too frequent. There was so much of it that he had become numb; he simply couldn’t produce a reaction.

Instead, regarding the matter at hand, he only asked:

“You just mentioned a duel. Is it the kind where life and death do not matter?”

Rong Yaowei froze for a moment, feeling a sudden cold sweat break out on his back for some reason. But then he thought: he’s just a cripple who has lost his cultivation and can’t even stand up. What is there to fear?

Thus, he continued to yell: “Of course it’s the kind where life and death don’t matter! We shall go to the arena and sign a Life and Death Contract!”

The cultivation world permitted the existence of such arenas. Although sect rules forbade disciples from killing one another, and the Nine Sects also strictly prohibited it, how could cultivators always coexist in peace?

In reality, the higher a cultivator’s status and cultivation level, the higher the probability of them fighting over spirit stones, treasures, mounts… or even just a single spoken word.

To maintain a facade of peace, the Nine Sects of the Righteous Path tacitly allowed the existence of arenas. As long as both parties were willing to stand on the stage and sign a Life and Death Contract to duel, it did not violate the Righteous Alliance treaties or sect regulations.

Rong Yaowei clearly knew this rule. Ye Mingjing knew it as well. And so, the two of them reached an immediate agreement and headed toward the arena within Chengtian Valley.

A red arena was raised high. Around the stage stood four large cowhide drums, each with the character for “Alchemy” written in bright red.

At the entrance of the arena, a Golden Core cultivator wearing a black formal crown sat at a table. On the table were paper, brushes, and red ink for thumbprints.

“You’d better think this through. Once this Life and Death Contract is established, even the Emperor of Heaven himself won’t be able to save you,” Rong Yaowei threatened.

Ye Mingjing’s expression remained calm. He ignored him entirely, maneuvering his wheelchair straight over. He asked the Golden Core cultivator for a Life and Death Contract and calmly signed his name.

This act undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, further enraging Rong Yaowei. As the son of a Soul Transformation stage elder, Rong Yaowei was catered to and treated with reverence wherever he went. When had he ever encountered such cold treatment?

Ye Mingjing. Even if he were Lin Xueqing’s primary wife today, let alone a concubine, Rong Yaowei would never forgive him!

“Good, good, good. I see you truly wish for death today. But rest assured, I won’t grant it to you just yet, because I still have to return you to my brother Xueqing. However…”

Rong Yaowei glanced at the wheelchair beneath Ye Mingjing, then at his empty right sleeve, and said maliciously: “Whether that remaining left arm of yours will still be usable, I cannot guarantee.”

When Lin Xueqing arrived at the scene, he happened to hear those words.

He was greatly shocked and shouted from a distance: “Rong Yaowei, are you insane!”

Threatening the Great Demon Lord? Did he really think his life was too long?

But Rong Yaowei was currently in a fit of rage. Even seeing Lin Xueqing return, he refused to back down: “Lin Xueqing, you’re finally back! Come and look at this fine concubine you married; quite a temper he has!”

Lin Xueqing was already very annoyed from the fatigue of his journey. Hearing Rong Yaowei say this upon his return made him even more furious.

In his anger, he cursed: “Rong Yaowei, are you sick in the head? Who I marry has nothing to do with you! You have the nerve to come to my territory and act wild?”

“What did you say?”

Rong Yaowei looked at Lin Xueqing in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that the person cursing him was the same weak and lustful Lin Xueqing of the past.

But there were many things he hadn’t expected. One curse wasn’t enough for Lin Xueqing; he followed up with a second: “I said you’re sick. Your brain was kicked by a donkey. Hurry up and go back to get your head checked.”

Feng Ruyu stood beside Lin Xueqing, arms tucked into his sleeves, watching the drama with a smile: “No, no. This kind of birth defect is something even we medical cultivators can’t treat.”

Rong Yaowei’s face turned green and white with rage: “Lin Xueqing, I see you’ve grown quite bold after a few days away.”

Lin Xueqing looked at him coldly: “What? In this Chengtian Valley, do you think you can rebel against the heavens?”

These words were blunt. He was clearly using his identity as the Young Master of Chengtian Valley to pressure Rong Yaowei.

In truth, it worked. Although Rong Yaowei’s father was also a Supreme Elder, business was business; Chengtian Valley was indeed the Lin family’s domain. Furthermore, Rong Heng had more than one child, while it was well-known that Lin Meimei had only one son, Lin Xueqing.

If it really came down to it, Lin Meimei was the type who would risk her life for Lin Xueqing, whereas Rong Heng…

In short, Rong Yaowei was in a very awkward position. Ordinarily, his arrogance and domineering behavior in Chengtian Valley were tolerated because Lin Xueqing indulged him. Now that Lin Xueqing was no longer willing to indulge him and told him to get out, he had no way to deal with Lin Xueqing.

But so many people were watching. Many were friends with whom both of them had good relations. There were also Rong Yaowei’s own underlings.

How could Rong Yaowei possibly swallow this insult and leave sheepishly? If word got out, how could he save face in the future?

Thus, after his expression shifted between green and white, Rong Yaowei came up with a wicked idea.

“Fine. Since you insist on standing up for your concubine today, then let the two of us take to this arena.”

“The arena?”

Lin Xueqing furrowed his brows, only then noticing the various arrangements around them.

Rong Yaowei thought he was afraid. After all, everyone knew Lin Xueqing was a “little waste” who had been fed top-grade pills by his mother since childhood, yet was only at the third level of Foundation Building. Rong Yaowei, on the other hand, was at the full seventh level of Foundation Building. The gap between them was like a chasm.

“Yes. This concubine of yours already signed a Life and Death Contract just now to spar with me. As everyone knows, once a Life and Death Contract is signed, it cannot be revoked—unless you take his place. Or else…”

Rong Yaowei smiled with smug arrogance, holding his head high: “You can beg me.”