Imprisoned by Forced Love! The Yandere Disciple Tied My Hands and Told Me to Be Good - Chapter 9

Yue Qi returned to the kitchen. This time, he didn’t dare guess at the flavors blindly. Instead, he sent a telepathic message to Jiuli: “Come to Purple Jade Mountain.”

Jiuli was currently on duty at the Sacred Demon Hall. Hearing his master’s summons, he quickly replied, “Yes, Your Excellency! I’ll be right there!” Just after answering, he scratched his head and asked, “Um, Your Excellency… where is Purple Jade Mountain exactly?”

“Southeast of New Moon City.”

“Got it, got it! Understood! On my way!”

Fifteen minutes later, Jiuli appeared before Yue Qi. He was instantly stunned by the scene!

“Your Excellency… you are…?”

Seeing the man who was usually aloof, noble, and majestic holding a large ladle and simmering porridge over a stove, Jiuli momentarily felt he had walked into the wrong place. He stepped back out and re-entered, but the scene remained the same. He couldn’t help but rub his eyes. “Is this really not a hallucination…?”

Yue Qi ladled out a bowl of freshly cooked porridge and handed it silently to Jiuli. “Taste it.”

Jiuli didn’t even dare to take it. He dropped to his knees immediately. “Your Excellency, if you want to replace your Protector, just say so. I can accept it. A weak little chick like me truly isn’t worthy of being your”

“I told you to taste it. Stop the nonsense.” Yue Qi was growing impatient.

“Oh.” Jiuli remained kneeling, not daring to stand, but he took the bowl. He scooped a spoonful and sniffed it; it didn’t seem poisonous, and it actually smelled quite fragrant. He took a bite, and his expression immediately shifted to one of exaggerated shock: “Delicious!”

Yue Qi knew instantly it was a lie. “Tell the truth.”

“Um…” Jiuli had no choice but to be honest. “The taste is very bland… it feels like ordinary plain rice porridge.”

Did I put too little salt this time?

Yue Qi added another spoonful of salt to the pot. He stirred it and had Jiuli taste it again.

“Mhm… this time is better, there’s flavor. But it still feels a bit light.”

Yue Qi continued to add salt. But as he did, he began to feel anxious what if it became as briny as the first batch? He decided to add it bit by bit, having Jiuli taste it after every single addition. After repeatedly using Jiuli as a “poison tester,” Yue Qi finally produced a bowl of Century Egg and Pork Porridge with a normal salt level.

Cradling the bowl, he vanished instantly.

He left Jiuli kneeling alone in the kitchen, utterly at a loss. His Excellency didn’t tell me to stand up… do I have to keep kneeling? Kneel until he comes back?

Jiuli didn’t dare act on his own. He vividly remembered the demonic cultivator from the morning assembly who had stood up without permission. He died so miserably! Jiuli had suffered nightmares all night because of it.

But more than that, Jiuli was confused. Who exactly was this person—the one who could make the cold-blooded Demon Venerable personally wash his hands and prepare soup?

Could it be… His Excellency has a sweetheart? The former Demon Queen? It must be! After all, she is stunningly beautiful and a powerhouse in the Demonic Art of Joy. No man can resist her allure!

The Inner Palace of the Sacred Demon Hall.

Inside the palatial, opulent hall, a man with a seductive appearance reclined on a daybed. One hand supported his forehead, while the other gently fanned himself with a jade folding fan. He wore a garment resembling a long robe and only that robe; he wore nothing underneath. Consequently, his long, slender white legs were fully exposed.

The upper half was draped loosely, leaving a smooth, bony shoulder visible and revealing half of a tattoo. The front of the robe was wide open down to his abdomen, leaving his beautiful collarbones and long neck completely unobstructed. Around his neck hung a string of seemingly priceless red agate beads. Gold and silver jewelry jingled at his wrists and ankles.

The overall impression he gave was one of intense beauty and sheer provocativeness.

Around five or six demonic attendants stood in the palace, their eyes fixed on this alluring “Queen,” having long since reached a point of desperate thirst.

Yu Jinyao, lying on the bed, had his eyes closed as if napping. However, he had long sensed the lustful gazes of the men around him. Having refined the Art of Joy for many years, he was used to men becoming addicted to him at first sight. These attendants were no different.

Even the former Demon Lord, Zhu Yi, was the same. Upon meeting him, Zhu Yi had insisted on marrying him and even shared dual cultivation with him every night. One must know that dual-cultivating with someone practicing the Art of Joy doesn’t increase one’s cultivation; instead, the practitioner siphons the other’s power.

Originally, Jinyao thought he could keep draining Zhu Yi until he was dry, but unexpectedly, a “fox spirit” appeared out of nowhere and killed Zhu Yi first. Although Yue Qi had disrupted his plans, Yue Qi’s cultivation was even higher. If he could dual-cultivate with Yue Qi, he would gain even more power.

But strangely, Yue Qi was completely indifferent to his beauty and seduction. Later, Jinyao learned the truth: the man’s heart had been dug out. A man without a heart… heh. It was no wonder he was resistant to emotion and desire.

He was also exceptionally violent, spending his days venting his anger on the demonic cultivators and forcing them into daily worship. Anyone who showed disrespect was slaughtered without mercy.

Yu Jinyao set down his jade fan and suddenly opened his bright peach-blossom eyes, beckoning to the men around him. “Come here, all of you.”

Hearing the summons, the attendants eagerly knelt before his bed. “We follow the Queen’s command.”

Although Jinyao wasn’t technically the “Demon Queen” anymore, Yue Qi hadn’t officially deposed him. It was as if Yue Qi had forgotten he existed; he hadn’t even visited the inner palace once. Thus, these men still obeyed him as they would a queen.

“Mhm. One by one, or all at once?” Jinyao asked nonchalantly.

The kneeling attendants looked at each other. Jinyao scanned their faces, his crimson lips curving into an irresistibly knowing smile. “Why pretend? You’ve clearly been holding it in for a long time.”

Their desires exposed, the attendants stopped pretending. One replied, “Only the Queen knows how to pity us servants… hehe. But if we all cultivate together, can the Queen endure it?”

At this question, Jinyao wanted to laugh. As a master of the Art of Joy, no one in the world was more proficient in these matters than he. He could handle a hundred people at once, let alone five or six.

He said, “Do your worst. I can handle it.”

Hearing this, the attendants could no longer control themselves and lunged toward him.

Several hours later.

Of the attendants who had been so energetic, only one remained with his eyes open. He was crying and begging for mercy: “Please, Queen, let me go… I… I really can’t go on…”

Yu Jinyao’s expression remained unchanged, his pulse steady. A look of contempt flashed in his beautiful eyes. “Truly useless!” He scanned the other attendants who had long since fainted on the floor. “A bunch of useless trash!”

Boring. This is all it takes to break them?

He was just about to finish off this last man when a strange sensation suddenly flashed through his mind. He flipped off the bed, wrapped his robe around himself, and walked out the door.