“Huh? What did you say?”
Liu Ruyi, who had been dozing off in her chair, suddenly jolted awake. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at him with a blank expression.
“Nothing.”
Ye Shu shook his head. Just now, when he had observed the top of Liu Ruyi’s head, he saw a boundless sea of karma—so deep it was impossible to fathom.
Just how many people had this woman killed?
“Mmm...”
Liu Ruyi stood up and circled around him a few times. “Still no improvement, huh? Sigh...”
She flopped onto the bed and let out a heavy sigh.
Seeing her so dejected, Ye Shu couldn’t help but ask curiously, “What’s wrong? Aren’t you usually full of energy?”
Oh, it's all because of our cult leader.
Liu Ruyi tugged at her hair in irritation, turned her head, and looked at Ye Shu with exasperation. “You’ve been with our demonic sect for almost three months now, right? The leader has high expectations for you. He sees you as the rising star of the sect, grooming you to be the next Saint Son.”
“Now the entire sect knows you’re the Saint Son.”
“So...”
“So?”
Ye Shu looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
“So, as the Saint Son, you naturally need to show a little bit of demonic traits, right? Potential is potential, but if your heart isn’t aligned with our demonic ways, even the highest potential is a threat to us. So the leader wants you to demonstrate your sincerity.”
“Sincerity?”
“Exactly, sincerity.”
Liu Ruyi nodded. “You can also think of it as a blood oath. They want you to participate in a blood sacrifice, so that you can never return to the righteous path—and to see if you’re truly joining the demonic sect with your whole heart.”
“And during those days, I just happened to be away.”
“I see...”
Ye Shu nodded, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes.
The blood sacrifice itself didn’t matter. The key point was that Liu Ruyi wouldn’t be there.
He hadn’t expected the opportunity to come so soon.
Pretending to think it over, he paused for a moment before speaking. “It’s fine. I can do it.”
“You can?”
Hearing this, Liu Ruyi shot him a surprised look.
She had only been venting; she hadn’t expected him to agree.
This scoundrel was supposed to be righteous, indifferent to good and evil—how could he agree to a blood sacrifice?
Something’s off. Something is definitely off!
Alarms blared in Liu Ruyi’s mind. She dropped her playful expression and stared at Ye Shu seriously.
“You’re not planning to use the blood sacrifice as a chance to escape, are you?”
“How could that be?”
Ye Shu gave her a reassuring smile. “Didn’t you make it clear before? If I leave the demonic sect, you’ll die. I’m not exactly a good person, but I wouldn’t let my savior die because of me.”
“Don’t you trust my character?”
Liu Ruyi stared into his eyes for a long time, then let out a cold laugh.
“Trust is the most fragile thing in this world.”
With that, she clapped her hands lightly.
“Aqi, come in.”
The figure outside the door, Aqi, answered the call. He walked over to Liu Ruyi and bowed respectfully. “Your orders, Saintess?”
“From today on, you will watch him every step of the way.”
“Wherever he goes, you follow.”
“Whatever he does, you observe from the side.”
“If he makes even the slightest suspicious move, you break his legs, tie him up with rope, and throw him back onto the bed. And make sure not to hurt him,” Liu Ruyi said coldly.
If it weren’t for urgent matters elsewhere, she would have liked to keep Ye Shu leashed to her side, never letting him out of her sight.
“Understood.”
Aqi nodded, then moved to the corner of the room, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Ye Shu’s every move.
What the hell?
Ye Shu was so exasperated he almost laughed.
Not hurting him and breaking his legs—how could those two things be done at the same time?
“Is all this necessary?”
“Isn’t it?” Liu Ruyi glared at him icily. “If you try to run, I won’t hesitate to lock you in this basement and keep you in a place where you’ll never see the light of day again. You’ll have plenty to suffer then.”
If he didn’t want to embrace the demonic path, that could be slowly corrected.
But betrayal? That was unforgivable!
“...”
Ye Shu was completely thrown off by her sudden shift in attitude.
One moment she was gentle and playful, the next she was cold as ice, exuding murderous intent.
Truly, a demon saintess couldn’t be judged by ordinary standards.
“Don’t worry. I won’t make things difficult for you.” Ye Shu looked straight at Liu Ruyi’s face and gave a very earnest promise.
“You’d better mean that,” Liu Ruyi shot back with a cold glance, then turned and walked away, leaving only a back in flowing red behind her.
Ye Shu slowly let out a breath and sat back down on the bed. He glanced at Aqi, who stood in the corner, then crossed his legs and sat in meditation.
Everything was ready—all that was needed now was the east wind (the right moment).
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
