Chapter 229: You Traitor

Chapter 229: You Traitor

Cultivators do not engage in intimate relations lightly. The principles of Yin and Yang involve mutual nourishment, where the strong take from the weak and vice versa. A misstep could turn one into another's cauldron. Ying Wujiu, a cultivator of such high standing, was always cautious, but today he inadvertently fell into Lu Yan’s cunning trap.

Ying Wujiu knelt at the edge of the bed, his flamboyant red robe long discarded, loosely draped around his waist, highlighting his pale skin. He bit his lower lip tightly, veins protruding on his forehead, feeling both absurd and embarrassed:

"You are my male concubine; why should I be the one beneath you?!"

He had never imagined that he would end up being the submissive one!

Lu Yan’s burning body pressed against Ying Wujiu’s back, their hearts pounding through the thin layer of flesh. With an upward tilt of his eyes, he spoke slowly and deliberately, adept at manipulation:

"Master has always been kind to me. How could you bear to see me suffer? Please endure it for now."

Ying Wujiu thought this wasn’t about kindness but dignity. He gritted his teeth and rebuked softly: "You insolent brat, if you don’t want to endure it, should I?"

"Hmm..."

Lu Yan’s voice lingered, half-smiling, disapprovingly:

"I won’t hurt Master."

Ying Wujiu’s face changed, filled with complex emotions. Did Lu Yan have experience in these matters?

As if reading his thoughts, Lu Yan gave him a light slap, flipping him over and pinning him down. He saw the other’s cold, fair face flushed red, a look of intense frustration. His eyes lowered, smiling like a fox:

"Your subordinate is still a virgin. If Master doesn’t believe me... try it?"

The last two words were said lightly, yet they made Ying Wujiu’s heart skip a beat. Today, he felt utterly dominated by Lu Yan, wondering if he, who was just a thin barrier away from the realm of Golden Immortal, would really be under this uninitiated brat. Wouldn’t it be a laughingstock if others knew?

With a flicker of thought, his fingertips raised uncontrollably, casting a paralysis spell on Lu Yan. In the next second, the man lost all strength, collapsing heavily on him.

"Mmph..."

Ying Wujiu couldn’t help but frown and groan.

Damn it, so heavy!

Lu Yan was momentarily stunned, realizing his body was weak and immobile. He quickly understood what Ying Wujiu had done and looked at him with a faintly surprised tone: "What does Master plan to do?"

Ying Wujiu pushed Lu Yan aside, flipped him over, and pressed him down, laughing coldly: "I am the Lord of the Demon Realm. How can I be beneath you? Wait until your cultivation improves."

Lu Yan raised an eyebrow: "Then let’s stop."

If we’re not doing it, fine.

Ying Wujiu pursed his lips tightly, displeased: "You are my male concubine. Why should we stop?"

He paused, his tone softening: "Don’t worry. I have elixirs that will ensure you feel no pain."

Elixirs?

Since becoming the Grand Steward, Lu Yan had received many divine pills from Ying Wujiu. Others would struggle to obtain even one, but he had them in abundance, like candy. He wondered if today was payback. Indeed, there’s no free lunch.

Lu Yan didn’t panic, relaxing his body lazily, smiling slightly: "Then please, Master, show some mercy."

What tricks could Ying Wujiu possibly pull?

Not likely.

Even kissing was something he taught him. Wanting to turn the tables was difficult.

Lu Yan, with his charming demeanor, had always been liked by everyone. When he commanded Ah Yuan, it was thanks to his good looks; otherwise, she would have punched him. Although Ying Wujiu was indifferent to carnal desires, encountering someone who touched his heart naturally made him fond.

He raised an eyebrow: "Of course, I will be gentle."

Ying Wujiu then looked at Lu Yan’s enchanting face and leaned down to kiss him. As he kissed, his face turned red. Previously, it was always the other way around, and now taking the initiative felt strange and awkward.

Lu Yan didn’t move, lying there like a master waiting to be served.

Ying Wujiu didn’t want to appear weak, quickly removing Lu Yan’s clothes. He hadn’t noticed before, but now he realized how well-built Lu Yan was, with tight muscles and fair skin. The purple robe lay in disarray, making his eyes water.

Ying Wujiu’s heartbeat quickened. He tried to continue kissing, but stopped awkwardly at Lu Yan’s abdomen, his black hair sticking to his face. He took a deep breath, his pale skin flushed, spreading to his neck.

Lu Yan asked deliberately: "Why did Master stop?"

"..."

Ying Wujiu glared at him, his usually cold phoenix eyes now filled with moisture, captivating and seductive. His voice was hoarse: "Shut up! Who are you to speak in bed?"

Lu Yan smiled: "Alright, I won’t say anything."

He watched with interest as Ying Wujiu stripped both of them naked and pulled down the red canopy, creating an intimate setting. The dim light made it hard to see clearly.

Ying Wujiu felt a sense of uncertainty, his kisses becoming passionate and his slender, pale body clinging tightly to Lu Yan’s burning shoulders, rubbing against his neck unconsciously.

Lu Yan murmured: "So, a paper tiger..."

He had secretly undone the paralysis spell, pretending to be immobile, only to tease Ying Wujiu. Now losing patience, he pulled him close and flipped him over.

Ying Wujiu suddenly became alert, his pupils contracting: "When did you regain movement?"

Lu Yan spread his legs, lowering his body slightly, his chiseled profile hidden in shadow. His voice was low and hoarse, almost a sigh: "Master seems incapable. Let me take over."

Men hate hearing “incapable,” but Ying Wujiu truly seemed unable. Frustrated and angry, he could only let Lu Yan take control. A faint aura enveloped the bed, and they began their dual cultivation.

Ten days remained until the Sword Inquiry Conference. After each session of dual cultivation, Lu Yan felt significant progress, advancing rapidly—

Ying Wujiu’s cultivation far exceeded his own, and he refused to use secret techniques to draw from Lu Yan. Instead, Lu Yan drew from Ying Wujiu. Fortunately, Ying Wujiu’s cultivation was robust, and the slight loss posed no significant harm, recovering within half an hour.

On the eve of the Sword Inquiry Conference, Lu Yan stood at the courtyard gate, gazing wistfully at the sky. His cultivation had indeed progressed by leaps and bounds, but Ying Wujie showed no signs of getting out of bed anytime soon. Cultivators' bodies were just too unfair.

The plan to stay in bed had failed; he needed another idea.

Lu Yan didn't usually get involved in the details. The Sword Inquiry Conference was officially under his charge, but in reality, all the arrangements were left to Tang Su. Fortunately, although Tang Su was a spy, he handled these matters efficiently:

"Reporting to the Chief Steward, this year's Sword Inquiry Conference will be held as usual on Feijue Peak. The golden carriages and heavenly horses are ready. It takes about half a day to get there from Floating Moon City. The prizes for the top three remain unchanged: third place is an ancient Crimson Dragon Sword, second place is a scroll of high-grade swordsmanship techniques, and as for the champion..."

Tang Su suddenly fell silent, seeming hesitant.

Lu Yan looked at him, "What about the champion?"

Tang Su said, "The Lord said that the prize for first place will be kept secret for now. Rumors have spread outside, and somehow they've gotten twisted. They say that whoever can defeat all opponents at the Sword Inquiry Conference will... will receive a heart essence."

Lu Yan's first thought was that it was impossible. Heart essences were divine objects, and Ying Wujie never showed them to outsiders. Even he had only seen one once. How could he possibly offer it as a prize? Anyone with a brain wouldn't believe it, but there were always exceptions. Those righteous sects, driven mad by their search for heart essences, might actually come upon hearing the news.

That would be disastrous, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it become like the six major sects besieging Bright Peak?

Lu Yan frowned and pondered for a moment, "I remember there's still a Boundary-Breaking Pill in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. Anyone below the Nascent Soul stage who consumes it can advance one realm, while those between the Nascent Soul and Great Perfection stages can advance half a realm. Using it as a prize wouldn't be a loss. Spread the news to prevent any lunatics from coming to the demonic domain to snatch the heart essence."

Tang Su, however, had a pained expression, "I suggested the same thing to the Lord, but he said he has his own plans and we shouldn't worry about it."

How strange. What exactly does Ying Wujie intend to do?

Lu Yan wanted to ask, but unfortunately, Ying Wujie had been cultivating with him recently and seemed close to breaking through his bottleneck. He had been in seclusion in his room, forbidding anyone from entering. Lu Yan couldn't force his way in either.

After a moment of contemplation, Lu Yan said, "Since that's the case, follow what the Lord said. Bring all the guards, every single one."

Tang Su replied, "The troops are already assembled. Generals Fengsha and Corpse Puppet will accompany us, along with the Holy Maiden Shuimei."

Hearing a new name, Lu Yan asked, "Holy Maiden Shuimei?"

Tang Su nodded slightly, indicating Lu Yan to look towards the nearby red maple pavilion. There stood a beautiful woman in blue, quietly by the veranda, her black hair loosely tied with a ribbon, exuding an ancient elegance, gentle yet noble.

Corpse Puppet happened to be leading a patrol around, and the woman watched him without losing patience. Unfortunately, the man devoid of emotions remained indifferent, not giving her a single glance.

Tang Su explained, "This Holy Maiden rarely shows herself. She seems aloof, but she appears to have feelings for General Corpse Puppet. Sadly, she's fallen for a wooden man."

His tone was filled with a burning curiosity and a hint of regret.

Coincidentally, Lu Yan had accumulated quite a bit of energy over the past few days. With Tang Su's mention, the control panel suddenly beeped three times:

"Ding! Congratulations, you have unlocked the character biography of Shuimei."

"Ding! Congratulations, you have unlocked the character biography of Corpse Puppet."

"Ding! Congratulations, you have unlocked the character biography of Tang Su."

The first two were understandable, though Lu Yan was surprised by the stories of Shuimei and Corpse Puppet. But what shocked him even more was the brief introduction of Tang Su:

"Ancient Remnant Demon—Drought Spirit"

"Caused havoc a thousand years ago, bringing relentless drought wherever it went. Fortunately, it was captured by the Demon Lord Fuguang during his travels and has since been loyal to him. Later, it assumed the name Tang Su and infiltrated the Wuwang Sect, becoming a direct disciple of Tan Yue. It secretly communicated with the Demon Realm..."

"Due to matters concerning its soul, it was sent by Tan Yue to infiltrate the Demon Realm..."

"Character Review: 'A Life Spent as a Spy'"

Lu Yan slowly turned to look at Tang Su, unable to hide his shock: "!!!"

Damn it, this bastard is actually Ying Wujiu's spy?!

Tang Su was taken aback by his gaze and instinctively took two steps back, touching the cold spot on the back of his neck: "S… Supervisor, why are you looking at me like that?"