Chapter 35: Linghu Chong — Master, Why Are You Taking Off My Pants? ( Part 1 )

Ning Zongzhe lay in bed, legs tightly squeezed, silently enduring.

Meanwhile, Wang Xuan had already sensed her presence earlier.

Ever since he reached the foundation-building stage, his spiritual sense could sweep across half of Xiangyang.

He hadn’t stopped what he was doing—he simply didn’t care.

Soon enough, they’ll be mine anyway.

Of course, women could eavesdrop. Men? Not allowed.

So, before Yue Buqun knocked—Huang Rong had already left.

Wang Xuan was waiting.

“Head Yue, have you made your decision?”

“Yes.”

Yue Buqun nodded, expressionless.

He had woken from his dream utterly disappointed.

As long as I can revive Mount Hua… I don’t care anymore.

“Very well then. From now on, your esteemed wife and daughter—I’ll take care of them.”

That stunned Yue Buqun.

“Huh?”

“What? Don’t tell me you thought there was such a thing as a free lunch?”

Of course he hadn’t.

He had just assumed Wang Xuan only wanted his daughter.

Trading her for cultivation techniques? Worth it.

But now… Wang Xuan wanted both his daughter and his wife.

“If you regret it, it’s still not too late.”

Wang Xuan moved to close the door.

Yue Buqun hurriedly stopped him and nodded.

After severing himself, he could no longer fulfill his duties as a husband. Letting go… was the best path forward.

“I hope you’ll treat them well.”

“Heh, that’s not your concern.”

The deal sealed, Wang Xuan handed over the technique.

Back in the room, Ning Zhongze heard the door creak open.

He’s back?

She stayed turned away to hide her body’s reaction.

She heard the sound of clothes being removed.

Not just outerwear?

Confused, then excited—Could it be… he finally wants me?

She couldn’t remember the last time.

She had no complaints about her husband—but she was still a woman.

He’d worked hard for the sect, and she had endured loneliness.

She only hoped… that once Mount Hua rose again, she’d still be young enough to enjoy love.

Just as she finished that thought, someone slipped into bed behind her—and a large hand began caressing her from under her robe.

“Senior Brother!”

She moaned aloud, finally unable to suppress herself—

—then turned.

And saw him.

Not Yue Buqun.

Wang Xuan.

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[Rating: S]

[Reward: Zhuxian Demonic Sword]

[Note: The life-bound weapon of one of the Ten Great Demon Lords of antiquity. Said to have once slaughtered true immortals. It contains the sword principles through which the Demon Lord sought enlightenment. A sword of ultimate evil and wickedness.]

Wang Xuan had never understood how the rating system worked.

But since it had always been S-tier, he didn’t bother questioning it.

This time, however, the reward wasn’t a cultivation technique—but a sword!

As the prompt faded, he felt a phantom image form within his ni wan palace³.

The Zhuxian Demonic Sword could actually shift freely between material and incorporeal states!

At the same time, Wang Xuan felt as though he were standing before an abyss, enveloped by a presence of extreme evil—as if truly facing off against a Demon Lord of the ancient world.

“What is this…?”

Although this life-bound weapon had reduced in grade when falling into his hands…

So long as he kept advancing, it could be unsealed.

More importantly, the sword contained the sword principles—the jiàn dào fǎ zé—accumulated by a Demon Lord over his lifetime!

The only issue: the cultivation method it followed was far too savage and cruel.

But that couldn’t be helped… after all, it was born of demons.

In any case, Wang Xuan was extremely satisfied with the reward this time.

At that moment, beneath him, Ning Zhongze finally noticed something was off and hurriedly turned to push Wang Xuan away.

Terrified, she cried out:

“Y-You… who are you?! Where is my Senior Brother?!”

Seeing her reaction, Wang Xuan snapped his fingers.

The candlelight in the room instantly lit up, casting a soft glow around the chamber.

Now that everything was exposed, Ning Zhongze shrank into the corner and hurriedly used nearby clothing to cover her body.

The shock was too overwhelming—her mind went blank. She didn’t know what to do.

But Wang Xuan’s next words made her eyes go wide—she nearly thought she had heard wrong.

“Madam, it was Head Yue who sent me.”

“Liar!”

She rebuked without a moment’s thought.

“Senior Brother… he… he would never! You must have killed him!”

She prepared to leap at him in desperation—but realized she couldn’t move her body at all.

“I—I…?”

“Don’t panic, Madam. Head Yue is still alive.”

Watching the distraught Ning Zhongze, Wang Xuan sighed softly and began to explain everything about the transaction he had made with Yue Buqun.

After obtaining the secret technique, Yue Buqun couldn’t wait a moment longer—he left the Guo residence and headed outside the city.

He feared that come dawn, he might regret it.

“I’m sorry, Junior Sister.”

Compared to his daughter, he only felt guilt toward Ning Zhongze.

Thinking of all their memories over the years, he couldn’t help sighing.

Then, he raised the knife and brought it down!

“Ahhh!”

Even though he had clenched a wooden stick between his teeth, the intense pain still made him scream aloud.

“Hahahahaha! Zuo Lengchan, Ren Woxing, Dongfang Bubai—just you wait!”

Thinking of the slaughter and vengeance to come, the pain suddenly didn’t seem so unbearable.

He quickly sealed his acupoints and did some simple bandaging before heading back.