IVYSCP - Chapter 119

Chapter 119

"What?!"

Youling looked up in shock, but before she could see clearly, an irresistible pressure forced her leg to bend and she dropped to one knee, her long hair whipping behind her.

The array formation slammed down, shaking up a cloud of dust and sand that rolled outward like a yao beast opening its blood-drenched jaws, swallowing both banks of the Wuding River in an instant.

"Wuding has actually become this formidable." Youling spat out a mouthful of sand-flecked blood foam, refusing to yield.

A half-demon who had cultivated for merely a hundred years could actually suppress the two of them. Could she truly be the successor of the Formless Demon Lord?

Just as Youling was straining to push back against the array formation pressing down on her head, a voice grinding with resentment came from beside her: "It isn't Wuding. It's an immortal realm cultivator. It's that person from Cangshan!"

Back when the Formless Demon Lord fell in defeat, Qingyan had also been gravely wounded in that battle. She had watched with her own eyes as that person laid down an inescapable net to trap the remaining demons within the Great Wilderness. The oppressive weight of the formation above her now felt exactly like the shadow that had shrouded her heart for a hundred years, never once dispersing.

It was her! It had to be her!

Through the swirling dust, an additional presence appeared without a sound. Youling and Qingyan sensed it simultaneously and looked up warily.

The blinding dust dispersed on its own, parting a path for the newcomer. They saw Wuding step back once, and then a figure emerged indistinctly through the haze. With every step this person took forward, the pressure bearing down on the two demon lords grew heavier by one degree.

Youling's eyes were bloodshot, but she refused to lower her head. She was determined to see just who this was! Could it truly be a new sovereign?

The woman wore snow-white ritual robes, with dark gold patterns subtly traced along the cuffs and boots. Her appearance was striking yet utterly cold, her gaze disdainful. Here in the Great Wilderness, wearing an outfit like that was practically painting the words "orthodox immortal sect" across her face!

Everyone in the Great Wilderness knew that Wuding City's lord had a wife who was an immortal realm cultivator, one who needed to be sustained with spirit stones. Though Youling had never met this wife, she was absolutely certain that the person before her could not be that woman.

Youling glared coldly at Qiu Feng, enraged: "Wuding! You betray your own and harbor immortal realm thieves within Wuding City!"

A city lord's wife who needed spirit stones just to survive was of no concern to them, because she posed no threat. But this person, with a single move she had pressed two demon lords into such a humiliating position. Just how terrifying was her cultivation? This person was clearly here to help Wuding!

"Back when you first entered the Great Wilderness, it was the demon race who took you in!"

Qiu Feng paid her no attention, looking carefully over herself for any bloodstains.

She couldn't let Liuli worry.

"Noisy."

The woman's indifferent voice reached Youling's ears, and then a strand of spiritual energy transformed into a rope that wrapped directly around her mouth, gagging her completely.

"Mmph mmph mmph!!!" Youling's eyes blazed with fury. She turned her head toward Qingyan, hoping for help.

But when she looked over, Qingyan seemed to have lost her soul, staring fixedly at the cultivator, muttering without pause.

"It is you..."

Pei Yin lowered her gaze, entirely unconcerned with why this demon lord might recognize her. She raised her hand and struck out with a palm, sending both demon lords flying backward, landing on the opposite bank of the Wuding River.

"Anyone who wishes to die, you are welcome to come forward."

Her voice carried to the far bank, and every person and demon there, restless and spying, heard it with perfect clarity. They who had rampaged and ruled in other places now found none among them daring to step forth.

Qiu Feng stepped forward, about to speak, but when she looked up she saw a chair that had appeared from who knows where. Pei Yin swept her robe aside and sat down.

Qiu Feng: "..."

Truly arrogant.

"Why didn't you kill them just now?" Qiu Feng asked.

Pei Yin half-lowered her eyes, one arm resting on the chair's armrest, gazing at her hand. "If two demon lords perished, the Great Wilderness would certainly erupt into chaos. I may have no interest in what happens to the Great Wilderness, but Qingyue is cultivating right now."

Qiu Feng understood.

She feared that if the Great Wilderness descended into chaos, it would disturb Ling Qingyue.

The guards behind Qiu Feng saw their demon lord standing while the honored guest from the demon palace sat. What principle was that?

The guards exchanged glances, then went to find a chair as well and brought it over.

"My lord, please sit."

Qiu Feng had not intended to be quite so brazen, but someone else was even more brazen, so she gave the guards an appreciative look and sent out a few strands of demonic qi as a reward.

In the distance, the dark clouds above Wuding City grew thicker and thicker, and the demon lords and demon heads on the far bank began to stir.

"A new sovereign! It must be a new sovereign!"

"Excellent! With a new sovereign, we will surely break out of the Great Wilderness!"

"We pledge our lives to follow the new sovereign!"

"New sovereign! New sovereign! New sovereign!"

The cry of "new sovereign" surged forward wave after wave, drowning out all other sounds.

After stabilizing her breathing, Youling frowned and asked Qingyan beside her: "Is it truly a new sovereign? You followed the Formless Demon Lord. How much of this is real, and how much is false?"

The wind-and-cloud anomaly reflected in Qingyan's eyes. "Ten parts... real."

The scene before her was no different from when the Formless Demon Lord was born.

Youling's heart jolted, and then her gaze grew complicated as she looked into the distance.

So it really was a demon lord...

Qingyan glanced at her and, with no courtesy whatsoever, pierced through her thoughts: "You do not wish for a new sovereign to descend."

Youling shot back without hesitation: "Nonsense! A new sovereign is the hope of the demon race. Naturally, I long for the new sovereign to appear soon and lead the demon race out of the Great Wilderness."

Qingyan curled her lips, staring at her. "Is that so?"

Youling met her eyes, but before long she averted her gaze guiltily, then mustered her bravado and glared back. "What are you looking at!?"

Qingyan had indeed hit upon her true thoughts. If this was truly a new sovereign, then the demon race's return to the immortal realm would certainly mean contending with the immortal sects. Without the Twelve Blood Demons under her command, the new sovereign would inevitably send the three demon lords to lead the charge. She had practiced demonic arts to this day and become a demon lord. Here in the Great Wilderness, no one dared oppose her, and she lived freely and joyfully. But if she followed a new sovereign, not only would she be subordinate to another, she might well lose her life.

She had selfish motives, and she did not believe Qingyan didn't either.

Youling smiled, leaning toward Qingyan with malice, lowering her voice: "You're the same, aren't you?"

You also don't want a new sovereign to descend, do you?

In a hundred years, the Great Wilderness had produced three demon lords, and for decades they had not interfered with one another. If even one had possessed the ambition to leave the Great Wilderness, the place would have long since dissolved into utter chaos.

Although Qingyan had once followed the Formless Demon Lord, she had never used that connection to recruit demon heads. Instead, she kept to herself, indifferent and aloof to everything. Would someone like that truly look forward to a new sovereign? Youling did not believe it.

Qingyan did not answer her. Her gaze sharpened in an instant. "It's coming!"

Youling hurried to look as well.

Above Wuding City, the dark clouds seemed to split open into a fissure, pouring down like a waterfall from a towering cliff, rushing straight toward one place in Wuding City.

"That's... demonic qi." Youling's eyes burned with greed.

Demonic qi surging like a vast sea, so pure. If she could use it for herself, it would surely help her break through the eighth layer of her demonic art!

Qingyan saw through her thoughts and sneered: "If you dare make a move, you will die without a doubt."

Youling's gaze faltered, and then she looked at the woman sitting on the far bank and forcefully swallowed her impulse.

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"Guard this place. I've left an array formation. They won't be able to cross."

A streak of golden light flashed before her eyes. Qiu Feng turned her head, and the woman was nowhere to be seen.

Arriving at the demon palace in an instant, Pei Yin watched the demonic qi in midair flowing like physical matter toward Ling Qingyue's room and frowned.

Could this demonic qi directly trigger Qingyue's Desire Phase?

She still did not know which desire the phase would be. Pei Yin pivoted on her heel and went to the side hall, knocking on the door.

The door opened a crack, and two heads poked out, one above the other.

"Can we come out now?"

Xue Zizai spoke as she started to open the door and step out, but before the words fully left her mouth, Pei Yin's look sent her right back.

"Qingyue is likely about to undergo her Desire Phase. Demons mostly experience bloodlust. Continue to stay here. Don't be curious and poke your heads out. I'll call for you when it's time."

After giving these instructions, Pei Yin pushed the two heads back through the air and left an array formation on the tightly shut door.

In the span of those two sentences, the demonic qi in midair had already thinned considerably.

Pei Yin flickered back to the room. Just as she was about to push the door open, it suddenly opened a crack. A hand wreathed in demonic qi reached out, grabbed her directly, and pulled her inside.

Pei Yin did not resist, going with the force and letting herself be pulled in. The door slammed shut behind her, and immediately she was pressed against it, a scorching heat against her lips, an equally burning body pressed against her front.

Out of habit, Pei Yin raised her hands to touch Ling Qingyue's waist, but what met her fingertips was smooth, warm, and sleek.

Her eyes snapped open. Pei Yin pulled back slightly and looked down...

"..."

So cultivating could even make all her clothes disappear.

Being pulled away from was extremely displeasing to Ling Qingyue. She grabbed Pei Yin's collar and yanked her back toward herself, kissing the corner of her mouth in pecks, then gently nibbling.

Pei Yin closed her eyes. She now had a rough idea of what Ling Qingyue's Desire Phase was.

Physical desire.

"Tsk..." Pei Yin let out a soft hiss as the taste of blood bloomed between her lips.

Ling Qingyue had bitten through her lower lip.

In her Desire Phase, Ling Qingyue's movements were far rougher than usual. The taste of blood only felt sweet and fragrant to her, as if the blood itself carried the woman's delicate scent. She held the lower lip in her mouth and sucked hard, then impatiently pushed her tongue inside.

Not enough, still not enough...

Ling Qingyue took the woman's hands and guided them from behind her to the front of her body, humming with dissatisfaction: "Touch... touch me."

Pei Yin laughed softly and did as she said.

Ling Qingyue closed her eyes and lifted her neck, letting herself be gently pushed back two steps. She did not want to be separated from Pei Yin, so her steps were extremely awkward.

"Come up." A couple of pats landed on her bottom.

In the past, Ling Qingyue would have blushed crimson and glared at her, but now she could not consider such things. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around the woman's waist.

Pei Yin pressed her onto the bed, her movements still gentle.

But someone was too impatient to wait.

"No, it's not like that." Ling Qingyue's voice was aggrieved, her lashes already wet.

Pei Yin asked her: "How do you want me to do it?"

"Like this..."

Ling Qingyue pulled her hand downward.

"And then, kiss me."

Pei Yin smiled and kissed Ling Qingyue's lips, kissed her chin, then pressed down across her throat.

Ling Qingyue gasped, pointing at her own body: "Here too, kiss here too."

Pei Yin's eyes reflected the crimson flush, her own breathing now ragged. She lowered her head and kissed, hearing Ling Qingyue sigh out in comfort.

"The other side... that too."

"Alright, alright, alright."

Pei Yin complied with her, kissing wherever she pointed.

Ling Qingyue was far more unrestrained than usual, and her voice was much louder too.

Listening to it, Pei Yin's body gradually heated as well. She took Ling Qingyue's hand and placed it on herself, kissed her way to Ling Qingyue's ear, and murmured: "How long will the Desire Phase last? After it passes, will you still remember what you did today?"

Even if she remembered, she would probably pretend not to.

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