The Inner World of Two Women

Afterwards, Gu Changyuan awakened the Formless Demon Seed for them as promised.

When the bloodline power that had been suppressed for fourteen years finally broke through the seal, surging through their bodies like a bursting dam.

The two girls knelt before him, their faces covered in tears.

They finally believed it.

This unfamiliar man had not lied to them.

He really... was here to help them.

From that moment on, they took Gu Changyuan as their master, becoming his first and second founding disciples in the Heavenly Demon Sect.

In the years that followed, they cultivated alongside their master, growing stronger step by step, maturing step by step.

And their relationship with their master evolved from initial wariness and defensiveness to trust and reliance, and finally to its current state...

Complex.

Indescribably complex.

At first, the two girls thought their master taking them in as disciples was just another worldly cliché—after all, they possessed succubus bloodlines and were exceptionally beautiful.

During their years in the family, they had grown accustomed to the covetousness hiding behind so-called goodwill, and the filthy thoughts concealed beneath smiles.

But as the days passed, their master remained ever consistent.

He taught them cultivation, cared for their daily lives, felt genuine joy when they made breakthroughs in their training, and furrowed his brows in worry when they were injured.

Yet—he never once overstepped his bounds.

At first, the two girls breathed a sigh of relief.

Later, as they continued to relax, that relief morphed into another indescribable feeling.

When did it start to change?

Was it when their cultivation went awry, and their master personally smoothed out their meridians?

Was it when they were injured, and their master, with furrowed brows, carried them back to their rooms to heal them?

Or was it even earlier, so early that they couldn't even remember?

All they knew was that, since some unknown point in time, their master's figure began to occupy an ever-growing space in their hearts.

They began to care about whose body his gaze lingered on longer, and whether his smiles toward their fellow disciples were the same as the ones he gave them.

They began to care about those subtle emotions they didn't even want to admit to themselves.

Later, Gu Changyuan disappeared.

Without any warning, without any news.

On that day, the two girls were the most panicked of all.

They searched like madwomen, scouring through the sect's ancient texts and exploring countless secret realms.

They even risked sneaking into forces hostile to the Heavenly Demon Sect, just to fish for a sliver of news about their master.

But there was nothing.

In the millennium that followed, they desperately expanded the sect and solidified their power, while never giving up the search for clues about their master.

That path of searching was walked for a thousand years, yet it still had no end.

And during this long millennium, those originally indescribable feelings, watered by longing and worry, grew wildly.

They grew into towering trees.

They grew into... a morbid obsession.

Yes, a morbid obsession.

Now, their master had finally returned.

Standing before them, looking exactly the same as he did a thousand years ago, even the gentle smile at the corner of his lips was identical.

On the surface, the two girls were as well-behaved as two docile kittens—peeling fruits, serving tea, quietly sitting beside their master. Every movement was just right, every word gentle and appropriate.

But beneath that well-behaved facade hid something that would chill anyone to the bone.

If it weren't for the fact that they simply couldn't beat their master right now...

If they didn't know that making a move would only result in being countered...

They would have tied their master up long ago, locked him in a small room only they knew about, and never, ever, ever let him leave again.

Deep within those scarlet eyes, what surged was no longer a simple sea of blood, but a thousand years of suppressed, paranoid, and nearly insane possessiveness.

Those two seemingly docile, drooping black tails occasionally trembled at the tips—not out of nervousness, but out of desperate restraint. Restraint against the urge to tightly entwine that figure and never let go.

Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue were no longer just those two young girls who relied on their master.

They were Demon Ancestors.

They were existences standing at the pinnacle of the Demon Realm.

They were lunatics who, when driven mad, could make the entire Demon Realm tremble.

Yet in front of their master, they were willing to retract all their fangs and claws, pretending to be the most well-behaved.

But a pretense was, in the end, only a pretense.

......

The Human Realm, Blackstone City.

Blackstone City was not far from the Demon Realm, located in the Southern Region of the Human Realm's Southern Continent.

Shao Mu, bringing along those two worthless disciples, took about a day and a half to finally arrive in the sky above this place.

When he stood in the void and looked down at the city below, his face darkened once again.

This was a lifeless city.

Looking down from high above, the entire city was enveloped in a translucent blood-colored barrier.

The city walls were mottled; the originally blue-black bricks were soaked in dark blood aura, covered with dark brown stains.

In the sky above the entire city, almost no vitality could be felt.

This was Blackstone City.

A once-prosperous border town that had now become a hunting ground for evil cultivators.

The moment Shao Mu appeared—

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Several figures suddenly shot up into the sky from somewhere within the city!

They were several evil cultivators, each surrounded by a faint blood mist. Their faces were sinister, and their auras were mixed but carried a distinct stench of blood.

They instantly locked onto the figure in the void—who had neither deliberately hidden nor exposed his aura—and surrounded him.

Who goes there? How dare you trespass into Blackstone City?

And you are? Shao Mu's tone was calm, betraying neither joy nor anger.

Hmph! You don't even recognize us? another evil cultivator sneered, his attitude extremely arrogant.

We are men under the command of a Void Refinement realm expert! This Blackstone City is under our boss's protection! If you know what's good for you, get lost! Otherwise—

He didn't finish his sentence, but the threat was already palpable.

Hearing this, Shao Mu already understood in his heart.

A Void Refinement realm expert.

Weren't they talking about his own three wicked disciples?

These three beasts not only committed evil acts themselves but also kept such a group of lackeys on the outside to guard this hunting ground for them, while conveniently passing on messages and reporting the harvest.

He chuckled softly.

That laugh was very light, very faint, yet it inexplicably made those evil cultivators feel a chill in their hearts.

Are you referring to these two pieces of trash?

Shao Mu casually waved his right hand.

Two figures appeared out of thin air before him, and then he casually tossed them like two lumps of rotten meat, leaving them suspended in the void.

Those were his two disciples.

No, now, they should be called those two wicked disciples.