Better To Be A Demon Than Immortal (NPH) - Chapter 21

Chapter 21
Congratulatory Feast Painting

“Clatter ……” Wei Zi ruthlessly struck Qing Ling with the leather whip in her right hand. The barbs on the whip stuck to Qing Ling’s flesh, leaving purple and red blood marks on his body.

“Ah ……” Qing Ling moaned in pleasure. Her beating was too pleasurable for him. The pain’s rapture drove him to the sky within a second and caused him to shoot white sizzling liquid into the ground.

Tree vines wrapped Qing Ling’s arms and legs from above and spread his body to welcome Wei Zi’s whipping.

“Harder, don’t stop! Ah ……” Qing Ling moaned intermittently. How long has it been since he’s had this much pleasure ……

Patches of blood already covered his white clothes. He knelt on the ground with both legs softened by Wei Zi’s beating. However, the vines wrapped his wrists, dragging him up again. His legs were open, his meat stick protruding with glistening glands, tilting its head up to receive her whipping.

“What a cheap dog!” Wei Zi sneered at his ugly state, the whip in her hand didn’t hesitate to strike another dozen lashes at his face.

A few blood marks appeared on Qing Ling’s face. The blood marks on the corners of his mouth from the beatings made him look demonic.

“Master ……,” Qing Ling whimpered and ejected his s*m*n.

After an hour of beating Qing Ling with the leather whip, Wei Zi felt tired, and sweat covered her body. She suddenly realized that her legs seemed to be able to move.

Looking at Qing Ling on the ground like a dog, Wei Zi did not hesitate to escape immediately. She ran only a hundred feet before Qing Ling appeared before her. When he took a step closer, Wei Zi took a step back.

Wei Zi knew in her heart that she couldn’t beat him, “What exactly do you want?”

The wind blew Qing Ling’s robe, and he said softly to Wei Zi, “Although Master has yet to regain the memory, you still practiced the Devil’s Technique, the different paths lead to the same place.”

“Please stay at the Lin Xian Sect for another seven days. When that time comes, I will take Master to the Devil Realm.” Qing Ling said as a white light landed on Wei Zi’s body.

She whirled around and fainted. Qing Ling wrapped his arms around her waist. Then he slit his wrist and dripped blood into Wei Zi’s lips.

“Master, I wish your cultivation was a bit higher so that your body could withstand the Reincarnation Array ……”

When Wei Zi woke up, she was alone in a secluded mountain pass. Qing Ling had already disappeared.

She felt a trace of fishy sweetness in her mouth, and when she ran her qi, she felt that her cultivation level had increased by another layer. She was already in the middle stage of Jindan.

She remembered Qing Ling’s words about the seven-day appointment to bring her to the Demon Realm. That still meant that she still had seven days of preparation time. Although her cultivation level was not as good, she would always come up with a method.

Meanwhile, Senior Sister Xi Yue was teaching the new disciples about the battle between Immortal and Demon Realm five hundred years ago. “Five hundred years ago, the Lin Xian Sect’s eldest senior sister, Immortal Lu Man, was the first to ascend to the upper realm, followed by the second senior brother, Immortal Yuan Heng, who ascended at dusk on the second day ……”

Wei Zi, however, was not there as she came to the Book Pavilion and was flipping through the Immortal Cultivation Collection of the Lin Xian Sect, searching for traces of Fei Ying. Amongst the ten thousand scrolls, an extremely inconspicuous bamboo slip written, ‘Fei Ying, Autumn Examination Sword Competition, won over Lu Man, Yuan Heng, and Luo Que. She won the competition ……”

Surprisingly, there was no other record.

Wei Zi was about to leave in a lackluster mood when a bundle of scrolls falling from mid-air right in front of her and spread on the ground.
The upper one was a long scroll of a wedding banquet, the bride’s face was similar to hers, and the groom was the blind groom she saw that day before.

Another person stood different from the rest of the people in the painting. He was wearing a moonlight-white robe with an alabaster crown. He was gorgeous as a flower, sitting in front of the bride and holding a glass of wine, toasting the bride.

Wei Zi felt that among the people she had seen, Qing Ling and Qing Yu had a few similarities with him, but how could the fireflies in the mundane world be compared to his stunning posture?

There was an inscription at the top of the painting: “The day before Yuan Heng became a deity, we celebrated the marriage of Luo Que and Fei Ying.”

The words made by Bai Juan were yellowed, and Wei Zi looked at the date. It was 500 years ago ……