After Forcibly Taking The Beautiful, Powerful, And Tragic Demon Lord As A Concubine - Chapter 19

“Holy crap!”

How could these demonic cultivators be so perverted as to want to eat human flesh?

Lin Xueqing was instantly broken into a cold sweat. At that moment, faster than speech and in the spark of a flint, Feng Ruyu actually struck first!

Just a second ago, he had been planning to negotiate with the other party. But the next second, when that demonic cultivator spoke of eating human flesh, Feng Ruyu didn’t say another word and attacked directly.

Three daggers pierced through the air. They lunged forward separately toward the three enemies. Upon closer inspection, the tips of these three daggers were black; they were clearly coated in lethal poison.

This fit Feng Ruyu’s “Ghost Physician” persona. After all, since he specialized in medicine, using poison was certainly faster and more convenient than defeating enemies with fists, kicks, or swordsmanship.

However… no matter how tricky or effective Feng Ruyu’s poison was, the prerequisite was that it had to actually hit the target. There were indeed poisons in this world that took effect upon being smelled, but their potency wasn’t enough—at least not against the three Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivators before them.

“Three Nascent Soul stages. We’ve hit the jackpot today,” Feng Ruyu complained after the three daggers were easily dodged.

As for Lin Xueqing… Lin Xueqing was already utterly terrified by the overwhelming cultivation of the opponents! Of course, he wasn’t literally “stupid,” but in a situation where the enemy’s aura was fully unleashed and their cultivation was far superior to his own, Lin Xueqing—as a mere Foundation Establishment stage cultivator—simply didn’t have enough power to count for anything.

He truly experienced what it meant to be crushed by cultivation level—a “dimensional strike.” Specifically, it manifested as his enemies grinning and walking over to gnaw on his flesh while he could only stand there, drenched in sweat, unable to move a muscle.

“Silly boy, run!”

With another wave of his sleeve, Feng Ruyu scattered something that looked like white flour. The white powder briefly separated the two of them from the three demonic cultivators, and Feng Ruyu grabbed Lin Xueqing’s arm to flee.

But… those were, after all, three Nascent Soul stages. A simple obscuring trick meant nothing to them.

Soon, one wearing a black robe and a mask blocked their path. Another, in a gray robe with a scar on his face, swung a sword toward the arm Lin Xueqing was being held by. To block the sword, Feng Ruyu was forced to let go of Lin Xueqing’s arm.

In that split second, the third demonic cultivator, dressed in white, snatched Lin Xueqing.

“Oh, looking closely, the little young master of the Lin family has quite tender skin. I wonder if it tastes good,” the white-clad demonic cultivator said, licking his dry lips.

“Get lost!”

Lin Xueqing was beyond disgusted. If he weren’t in the other’s hands, he would have vomited. But now, he was the fish on the chopping block. Against a Nascent Soul enemy, Lin Xueqing had no power to fight back.

The white-clad cultivator laughed loudly. “The young master has a bit of a temper. I wonder if you’ll still have this temper after you’ve been skinned and put in the pot.”

Lin Xueqing was already very weak. He didn’t know what kind of evil path this demonic cultivator followed, but after being caught, his spiritual energy felt sealed, and his strength was constantly draining away. However, since he could still speak, even if he was exhausted, he decided to annoy the cultivator: “Stop talking nonsense. If you’re going to eat me, eat me. Don’t waste so many words. If you keep talking, I’ll take a dump in the pot and stink you to death!”

As expected, the white-clad cultivator was enraged. He tightened his grip and said with a distorted face, “Brat, you’re looking for death!”

Choked by the neck, Lin Xueqing hadn’t expected to survive. As a reader, he knew the nature of the demonic cultivators in the book The Primal Daoist all too well. Although a peace treaty had been signed after the first Great War between Good and Evil, stating that the war was over and demonic cultivators promised not to kill innocents, in private, those bastards hadn’t done a single good deed.

For the past hundred years, the cultivation world appeared peaceful on the surface, with righteous and demonic paths coexisting harmoniously. In reality, only the readers and a few high-level figures knew that the world was already in chaos! Demonic cultivators either disguised themselves as righteous ones or didn’t bother at all, putting on a mask and striking.

Now, it was even worse. In broad daylight, within the territory of the Nine Righteous Sects, these three demonic cultivators dared to commit robbery, some not even wearing masks. Lin Xueqing’s heart sank; he realized these were likely the most heinous type of demonic cultivators.

Sure enough, as soon as they spoke, it was clear. Demonic cultivators who ate human flesh were of the lowest reputation even among their own kind. Facing three Nascent Soul stages working together, there was no escape.

Lin Xueqing thought, It’s over. It’s all over. He never imagined his journey through this book would end so abruptly. He hadn’t even brought the Heartless Flower and the Soul-Soothing Herb back to Ye Mingjing!

Before leaving, he had told Ye Mingjing he would be back in three days. If he didn’t return by the appointed time, would Ye Mingjing think he lied and, in a fit of rage, fall into the demonic path right then and there?

“Cough, cough…”

Please don’t, he thought. Ye Mingjing… you don’t know that even though your cultivation will soar after you fall to the demonic path and you’ll kill many enemies, you’ll also…

“Which beast dares to touch my son!”

A sharp female voice suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth. Like a celestial melody, it dragged Lin Xueqing back from the brink of death.

“…Mother!”

He was overjoyed. His body seemed to experience a final burst of energy, recovering a bit of spiritual power. He began to struggle violently in the demonic cultivator’s grasp.

The white-clad demonic cultivator looked grim upon hearing Lin Meimei’s voice. Obviously, he could tell immediately that the newcomer’s cultivation was far superior to his own.

The cultivation world was strictly hierarchical, and the gaps between stages were like chasms. The further one went, the more obvious the divide became. The difference between the Soul Transformation stage and the Nascent Soul stage was as vast as that between an insect and a god. To put it bluntly, Lin Meimei could crush them with a single finger.

But demonic cultivators were bold. Even in this situation, they refused to flee. Instead, they decided to finish the job and kill Lin Xueqing.

This naturally enraged Lin Meimei. A second roar from the Soul Transformation expert followed immediately: “You seek death!”

Before the voice even faded, the white-clad cultivator who had been arrogantly choking Lin Xueqing began to bleed from his seven facial orifices. It wasn’t just him; the black-clad and gray-clad cultivators fighting Feng Ruyu also began to bleed.

Miraculously, Feng Ruyu and Lin Xueqing were unharmed. The valley echoed with the shrill screams of the three demonic cultivators. Taking advantage of the chaos, Lin Xueqing broke free and stumbled toward Feng Ruyu.

At that moment, a golden light appeared in the sky. Looking closely, it was actually a beautifully crafted woman’s hairpins. Before Lin Xueqing could take a better look, the hairpin shot down from the sky with a whoosh, darting toward the three cultivators on the ground.

Wherever the hairpin passed, golden light flashed and flesh flew. In the next instant, the three Nascent Soul demonic cultivators were killed on the spot.

Lin Xueqing and Feng Ruyu: “!”

A Soul Transformation expert. Truly terrifying!

Lin Xueqing was stunned. Was his mother really this cool? She took out three vicious Nascent Soul cultivators with a single hairpin?

Feng Ruyu was even more shocked. He had always known Soul Transformation cultivators were powerful, but everyone said that Lin Meimei, the head of the Alchemist Lin family, was a gentle lady with a charming appearance.

The “lady” was currently strolling leisurely from the end of the river. She wore a pink embroidered cloud-gauze skirt with a light purple silk overcoat. She looked beautiful and elegant. Her walking posture was as noble and reserved as could be.

“Mother—”

Seeing Lin Meimei, Lin Xueqing finally breathed a long sigh of relief. His eyes were bright and misty with joy.

But Lin Meimei, who usually doted on her son, kept a stiff face. She didn’t respond to him. Instead, she walked to the three corpses, loathingly swept up all their spatial rings, and then casually threw a fire to burn the bodies to ashes.

Watching this, Feng Ruyu swallowed hard.

“Mother!” Lin Xueqing saw she wasn’t responding and knew she must be angry. He quickly tried to coax her: “Don’t be mad. I was wrong this time. You can punish me when we get back.”

“You boy, you’re quick to admit your mistakes,” Lin Meimei glared at him with feigned anger.

Lin Xueqing grinned. “I was wrong! When you’re wrong, you have to admit it.”

“Fine, I’ll deal with you when we get back.” Lin Meimei wasn’t truly angry; she had just been frightened. It was truly just a hair’s breadth away from her silly son being strangled. Luckily, she had been cautious and left a restriction on Lin Xueqing’s body. When danger arose, she received the message and immediately sent a clone.

“But Mother, aren’t you refining pills?” Lin Xueqing asked curiously. “I heard from my cousins that you usually go into seclusion for a month for refining.”

“This is a clone, with only one-third of my main body’s cultivation,” Lin Meimei explained.

“What? Only one-third of your cultivation can insta-kill three Nascent Soul demonic cultivators?” Lin Xueqing acted shocked and gave her a big thumbs up, providing plenty of emotional value. “Mother, you’re amazing! It’s so good to have you here!”

“Humph, now you know your mother is good?” Lin Meimei gave a proud snort, clearly enjoying the praise.

“I’ve always thought Mother was the best,” Lin Xueqing said truthfully. So rich, so strong, and so protective—she was simply the best mother in the world!

Lin Meimei was finally coaxed into happiness, a hint of a smile appearing on her beautiful face. “Smooth talker!”

“Hehe, I’m just telling the truth.”

“Alright, stop acting spoiled. I haven’t greeted the Ghost Physician yet,” Lin Meimei said. She looked at Feng Ruyu, her eyes curving into a gentle smile. “I presume this handsome and dashing fellow is the world-renowned Ghost Physician, Master Feng Ruyu. I am Lin Meimei of the Alchemy Sect. It is a pleasure to meet you for the first time.”

Feng Ruyu: “…The pleasure is mine.”

A “gentlewoman”? If I hadn’t just seen you perform a “kill, loot, and destroy the evidence” combo, I might have actually believed it!

Lin Meimei said, “Thanks to Master Ghost Physician for protecting my son, otherwise a great tragedy would have occurred.”

Feng Ruyu replied, “It was also thanks to Elder Lin arriving early. Otherwise, I alone would be no match for those fierce demonic cultivators.”

“Hmph, those beasts.” A flash of disgust crossed Lin Meimei’s eyes but quickly vanished. “I know of those three. They usually stay in the Demonic Domain and rarely take risks. It was likely because the Heartless Flower and Soul-Soothing Herb you two bought would be of great benefit to their cultivation, so they took the gamble.”

“Eh? Mother, how did you know we bought the Heartless Flower and Soul-Soothing Herb?” Lin Xueqing interrupted curiously. The demonic cultivators knew because they had been at the auction. But Lin Meimei had been home refining pills; how did she know? Did Lin Hai tell her?

To his surprise, Lin Meimei glanced at him indifferently and then dropped a bombshell:

“Nonsense. You bought them from me. How could I not know?”