127: Demonic witch, what are you thinking?

"You... you're shameless! Filthy! Despicable!"

The enchantress trembled with rage, her beautiful face flushing crimson, her eyes nearly spitting fire. The sense of humiliation bit at her heart like a poisonous snake.

As the Sect Master's precious daughter, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

Since childhood, her father had doted on her in every way. Even though her Spiritual Power Affinity was only seven points,

far inferior to those Prodigies who easily had nine or ten points, her father had never given up.

He hadn't hesitated to consume vast amounts of Heaven And Earth Treasures and use the Heavenly Demon Sect's secret top-tier Cultivation Technique, the "Nine Nether Profound Baleful True Scripture," to perform Marrow Cleansing and Bone Forging for her,

forcibly widening her Meridians and pushing her up to the Late Golden Core Stage Realm!

In the cultivation world, background and resources were sometimes even more terrifying than talent itself.

She was used to being high and mighty, used to bossing others around.

How could she have ever imagined becoming a prisoner, let alone being "served" so flippantly?

Yao Delong looked at her unyielding posture, as if she had suffered some great injustice.

He found it amusing but intentionally kept a straight face, continuing to tease her:

"What? Can't take it already? That day in the wilderness,

weren't you aggressively trying to capture me to use as a Cauldron?

Now that the tables have turned, making you a maid who serves tea, pours water, and makes the bed is an injustice to you?"

"Cauldron? Maid?"

The enchantress's heart full of grief, indignation, and despair suddenly stalled, like a punctured balloon.

She looked up in shock, meeting Yao Delong's playful gaze.

Only then did she realize—so when he said "serve me comfortably," he meant being a maid?

It wasn't... it wasn't that kind of filthy thing?

A massive sense of relief, like surviving a disaster, instantly swept through her tense nerves, making her nearly collapse.

Her stiff body relaxed slightly, and her tightly bitten lips loosened, though a flush of shame and anger still lingered on her face.

Yao Delong was incredibly sharp and immediately caught this subtle change of relief.

He was stunned at first, then realization dawned on him. His face immediately showed an extremely exaggerated,

surprised expression, as if he had discovered a new continent.

He pointed at the enchantress, his voice rising a bit:

"Oh—! I see! Silly Girl, what were you thinking just now?

Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of a Demonic Sect Enchantress, your thoughts are so filthy!

You actually imagined me, a dignified and honorable pillar of the Righteous Path,

as the kind of lowlife who takes advantage of people in distress?

Truly... the world is going downhill, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be!"

"You... you're talking nonsense! Who's filthy!

It's clearly your own words that were unclear, and your tone... your tone was so... so..."

The enchantress was so angry at his counter-accusation that she became incoherent.

The flush that had just faded surged back up, even staining her snowy-white neck a shade of pink.

She was dying of shame and indignation, yet she couldn't refute him because just now, she really had... thought the wrong thing!

It was all because of that frivolous and rakish way he spoke!

"Alright, alright,"

Yao Delong stopped while he was ahead, not bothering to argue with her anymore.

He casually took some dry rations and a waterskin from his storage ring and threw them in front of the enchantress.

"Eat up, don't starve to death. You're no different from a Mortal right now; you won't last without food."

The enchantress looked at the rations and waterskin on the ground. Though simple, she was indeed starving.

She hesitated for a moment but eventually resigned herself to picking up a piece of dry food and nibbling on it in small bites.

She wasn't afraid of Yao Delong poisoning her; if he really wanted to kill her, he would have done it while she was unconscious. There was no need for such extra steps.

The cave fell silent for a while, with only the faint sound of the enchantress chewing and Yao Delong's steady breathing as he closed his eyes to regulate his breath.

A few hours passed. Outside, the sky was still pitch black. The Yuan Energy Yao Delong had consumed was mostly restored, and he was full of spirit.

He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the enchantress curled up in the corner.

At this moment, she was only wearing that skin-tight black Treasure Armor that outlined her breathtaking curves.

Her previous outer robe had long since turned to ash in the explosion.

Although the Treasure Armor covered the vital parts, the large areas of exposed snowy-white skin, her long straight legs, and her slender waist

still radiated a fatal allure in the dim light.

Yao Delong's eyes flickered slightly. He took a complete set of black robes that originally belonged to the Demonic Sect Saintess from his storage ring—

it was exactly the same style she had worn before, carrying the unique mysterious and cold Aura of the Demonic Sect.

He threw the clothes over: "Change into these."

The enchantress silently took the clothes, turned her back, and began to change with a rustling sound.

A moment later, when she turned around again, even Yao Delong couldn't help but feel a flash of amazement.

A well-fitted black dress made her skin look as white as snow, even whiter than frost.

Her waist-length silver-white hair was like flowing moonlight, draped casually over her shoulders.

Most striking were those eyes, which had now lost the eerie feeling brought by the Devilish Qi, appearing as a pure and translucent blood-red.

Like the finest rubies, they were set into her exquisite jade-like face.

Without the lingering Devilish Qi, the nobility and cold elegance from her very bones became even more prominent.

Coupled with the unusual appearance of white hair and blood-red pupils, she seemed less like a seductive enchantress

and more like a celestial being who didn't belong to the Mortal world, as if a moon palace Fairy had descended to the mundane Realm.

"What are you looking at! Look any more and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

The enchantress felt uneasy under his direct gaze.

She barked fiercely while feeling weak inside, trying to hide her shame and annoyance with aggression.

Yao Delong snapped out of it, let out a sneer, and retorted bluntly:

"Gouge? In your current powerless state,

even a stray dog could carry you off. And you want to gouge my eyes? Save your strength."

He changed the subject and emphasized again,

"As I said, be a good maid and serve me well.

If I'm in a good mood, I might just set you free. Otherwise... hmph."

However, the plan in his heart went far beyond that.

He had searched through her storage ring. Although the Demonic Technique manuals were profound,

he hadn't found the core secret that explained how she could advance so quickly to the Late Golden Core Stage with only a seven-point Spiritual Power Affinity.

Those Heaven And Earth Treasures only explained the accumulation of resources, but the key point

likely lay in her Cultivation Technique, a specific Physique, or some secret art.

This secret could only be unearthed from her personally.

Making her a maid was both a way to control her and a perfect opportunity for close-range observation and pumping her for information.

The enchantress gritted her teeth in anger at his "stray dog" comparison, but she was helpless.

The situation was stronger than the person; she could only temporarily swallow her pride, swearing in her heart

that once she escaped, she would make this kid pay a hundredfold!

She gave a cold snort, turned her face away, and ignored Yao Delong, but the newly changed black dress

made her appear even more cold and solitary, forming a breathtaking sight in this desolate mountain cave.