Lin Xue’s anger flared the moment she heard the words “Warm Bed Beast Pet”.
What is wrong with these Yang Family people, all of them act like lechers.
She sneered coldly and said, “Your father doesn’t need a warm bed companion. What’s missing before my eyes is an obedient eunuch. I wonder if Lord Yang would be willing to purify yourself, chop off that little toothpick between your legs, and serve me?”
Yang Yuxiang chuckled and said,
“Evil Little Demon, do you know, this whole Xichuan is my Yang Family’s territory. I’m from the Yang Family’s ‘Yu’ generation, the seventh son, known as the Yang Seventh Young Master.”
“If you follow me, you’ll enjoy endless wealth and glory, and inexhaustible cultivation resources. Isn’t that far better than wandering hungry and cold as a Wild Demoness, never knowing where your next meal comes from?”
Lin Xue felt the weakness in the left side of her body growing stronger.
The poison was spreading.
She knew she couldn’t delay any longer.
She walked towards Yang Yuxiang, narrowing the distance between them, and said,
“I think Lord Yang, so fair and clean, is really fit to be purified and enter the palace as a Grand Eunuch. If Lord Yang is afraid of pain and can’t do it yourself, I can do the job for you.”
As soon as she finished, she leapt forward, activating the Swiftwind Sword Manual, attacking Yang Yuxiang with all her might.
The sword’s momentum was like a rainbow, carrying a sharp wind as it pierced toward Yang Yuxiang.
Yang Yuxiang still wore a smile on his face, eyes squinted, unmoving and unflinching, standing steady as he watched Lin Xue’s sword thrust towards him.
Lin Xue’s sword stabbed into his throat.
Joy sparked in Lin Xue’s heart.
So easy?
Could Yang Yuxiang be nothing but an embroidered pillow? Just like Yang Yuhai, low cultivation, useless skills, and only sitting in his position because of his family background?
But then, she noticed that no blood flowed from Yang Yuxiang’s throat, and he still smiled at her with that same expression.
Next, his body began to thin, grow lighter, and suddenly transformed into a Paper Doll Substitute, catching fire.
A substitute!
“Miss Lin, watch out behind you!” From within the Wind Shield, Zhang Zongnian’s face was filled with alarm as he shouted at her back.
A sharp wind whistled behind her head.
Lin Xue was shocked.
She spun around quickly, just in time to see Yang Yuxiang grinning wickedly, his left hand forming a strange seal, his right hand raising a blade to strike at her.
Though it was single-handed, the force of the blade was overwhelming, like mountains crashing down.
She immediately raised Xuesha in front of her to block the strike.
“Clang!”
The two blades collided.
Lin Xue’s arms trembled violently, the blade almost flying from her hands as she staggered back several steps.
A wave of shock rose in her heart.
Yang Yuxiang’s strength was astonishing, completely different from those two black-clad guards earlier.
His cultivation must not be Qi Refining Middle Stage, but Qi Refining Late Stage!
No wonder he was so arrogant, letting her kill his two subordinates without care.
He truly had the power to defeat her alone.
After sending Lin Xue flying with one strike, Yang Yuxiang closed in at once, following up with another single-handed slash.
The blade’s force was even greater, as if Mount Tai was crashing down.
Lin Xue hastily raised her blade to block again.
This time, the strength was even more intense. Her arms shook violently, and she couldn’t hold on—the Xuesha was knocked from her grasp, sent flying far away.
Yang Yuxiang laughed heartily and immediately unleashed a third strike.
With no weapon in hand, Lin Xue could only rely on her footwork to twist her body and dodge with all her might.
But her left leg had gone weak, slowing her step; the tip of the long blade sliced through her sleeve.
“Rip—!” The sound of fabric tearing rang out. Most of Lin Xue’s left sleeve ripped open and fluttered away in the wind, revealing her left arm.
The blade tip kept sliding down, slashing through her waistband and, as she twisted away, it even cut away most of her robe’s hem.
Her long robe turned into a short skirt, her shapely, supple legs revealed—fair as mutton-fat jade under the moonlight.
Lin Xue was alarmed and quickly clutched her robe closed to prevent exposure.
Yang Yuxiang’s eyes brightened, his smile growing even more wicked.
He didn’t press the attack further. The hand seal he held in his left hand suddenly spread open, and Lin Xue instantly felt something vine-like entwine her legs.
She was startled and quickly tried to kick off the strange thing.
But it was incredibly tough, coiling tightly—she couldn’t break free.
She looked down and finally saw: vines.
Vines now sprawled all over the ground, who knew when they’d appeared.
They stretched out, binding tightly around her calves, climbing steadily higher, spreading to wrap around her entire body. In no time, she was completely tied up, unable to move.
Seeing Lin Xue captured, Zhang Zongnian panicked.
Ignoring his own safety, he wrenched the Zhanfeng blade from the ground with his left hand, letting his Wind Shield vanish.
Brandishing the blade, he charged at Yang Yuxiang, throwing caution to the wind.
Yang Yuxiang gave him a scornful glance and waved his left hand—immediately, vines twined around him, wrapping him up securely.
Then, with a downward press, Zhang Zongnian was dragged by the vines to his knees, only able to move his neck.
He struggled desperately, trying to stand, but the strength of the vines was overwhelming—he could not resist, and could only kneel in humiliation.
Lifting his head, he glared at Yang Yuxiang in rage and shouted:
“Beast! If you’ve got guts, come at me! Don’t hurt her!”
Yang Yuxiang glanced at Zhang Zongnian in triumph. A vine stretched over and covered Zhang Zongnian’s mouth, making him mumble “mmm mmm” and unable to speak.
Then, with a sinister smile, he walked toward Lin Xue.
Lin Xue was bound in a spread-eagle position by the vines, powerless to struggle.
Her face was pale as she watched Yang Yuxiang approach, her heart full of despair.
She hadn’t expected this man to be so formidable.
Stronger than her, and able to use spells.
This time, she was done for.
Yang Yuxiang stopped in front of her, admiring her pale face, his gaze trailing along her vine-bound curves, those straight, elegant legs like a work of art, finally resting on her left arm.
On her left arm, the black, web-like Corpse Poison had spread to her shoulder, reaching toward her neck.
Her entire arm looked ghastly.
Yang Yuxiang tutted softly, reaching out to gently stroke Lin Xue’s arm, a hint of regret in his eyes:
“Your Corpse Poison has gotten this bad—why don’t you take better care of your body?”
Lin Xue’s face was deathly pale, but she cursed back, “It’s my body! I’ll ruin it however I like! You unfilial brat, who are you to care?”
Yang Yuxiang laughed, “That Corpse Poison—I actually have the medicine to cure it. My Yang Family has everything, naturally we’re not lacking in antidotes. Evil Little Demon, as long as you obey me, agree to become my Beast Pet, I’ll cure you right now.”
Lin Xue spat, “Keep dreaming! I’d rather become a mindless walking corpse than be your Beast Pet, you eunuch!”
Yang Yuxiang laughed loudly, “Evil Little Demon, do you really think you have a choice?”
He patted the Storage Pouch at his waist. A pink perfume bottle appeared in his hand.
Waving the bottle at Lin Xue, he said, “Let me introduce you. This perfume is called Yunu Qimeng Fragrance—no matter how chaste a woman is, once she inhales its scent, she’ll be filled with desire, desperately craving a man. Do you want me to use it on you?”
Lin Xue’s face turned even whiter.
Yang Yuxiang watched her pale face with satisfaction and continued, “Evil Little Demon, do you know why I let those two subordinates of mine be killed by you?”
Lin Xue said nothing.
Yang Yuxiang answered himself, “It was all for your sake.”
“Those two—though they were my men, they belonged to my uncle. My uncle, Yang Deguang, is the Commander of the Xichuan Demon-Slaying Bureau, overseeing hundreds of people in the county.”
“If I’d caught you with those two and taken you back, I’d have to hand you over to my uncle. In his hands, you’d definitely be kept and made his Beast Pet.”
“My uncle is different from me. My Beast Pets, my women, I never share with others.”
“But my uncle is different. He loves nothing more than a big shared bed, calling over a group of men to play with his Beast Pets and concubines together. He especially likes watching those tall, burly, dark-skinned Kunlun Slaves taking turns humiliating a weak woman. Many of his concubines and Beast Pets ended up being carried out with their eyes rolled back.”
“That’s why he changes concubines more often than anyone else in the family.”
“So tell me, if you landed in his hands, what good would come to you?”
Lin Xue’s face was white as paper.
These Yang Family people are truly depraved—each one more deserving of death than the last!
Seeing her too frightened to speak, Yang Yuxiang was very satisfied with his intimidation.
He went on, “So, I let you kill those two for your own good. Now, aside from me, no one knows you’re here. From now on, you’ll only have to serve me, not face being played with by a whole group of men.”
“Now, make your choice—will you willingly become my Beast Pet, serve only me, or keep refusing and let me use this Yunu Qimeng Fragrance to force you, then hand you over to my uncle to enjoy a bunch of sweating brutes?”
Lin Xue lowered her head, her lovely face clouded with indecision, as if struggling with a painful choice.
A lock of blue-black hair slid over her cheek and down to her chest, making her profile seem all the more pitiable.
Yang Yuxiang, smiling in full confidence, admired her beauty, patiently waiting for her answer.
After a moment, Lin Xue lifted her head, forcing a smile at Yang Yuxiang, and said, “Young Master, this slave knows she was wrong. This slave is willing to be your Beast Pet, to serve only you for life.”
“A wise bird chooses a good tree to nest in. Young Master can cure this slave’s Corpse Poison, and provide boundless cultivation resources—this slave is willing to stay by your side forever, to warm your bed.”
“But this slave has a request.”
She looked toward Zhang Zongnian and said, “This man once did this slave a favor. This slave does not wish to see him die. Your family is wealthy and powerful—surely you don’t care for his small bounty. Could you please let him go first?”