131: Chapter 131 Master, Zhirou knows she was wrong!

She laughed heartily, laughed triumphantly, laughed without restraint.

Ye Xiaoyao watched this scene, understanding in his heart.

Nangong Xiyue harbored a deep hatred for Bai Zhirou, but bound by the rules of the Yao Race, she had no choice but to spare her life.

Making Bai Zhirou serve as a slave to him, a Human Race Cultivator, was the greatest humiliation and torment for her.

After finishing her laughter, Nangong Xiyue looked towards Ye Xiaoyao. The coldness on her face instantly faded, replaced once more by her previous gentle and charming demeanor.

She said softly, "Young Master, this humble woman has urgent matters to attend to and must take her leave now. Young Master can... properly discipline her."

Ye Xiaoyao nodded. "Mm, Fairy, take care on your way."

A smile on her face, Nangong Xiyue turned gracefully, her figure flickering before disappearing from sight.

Only Ye Xiaoyao and Bai Zhirou remained in the courtyard.

Ye Xiaoyao looked down at the young woman on the ground, a mix of emotions swirling in his heart.

Although he stood on Nangong Xiyue's side and also despised Bai Zhirou's underhanded sneak attack,

seeing Bai Zhirou's pitiful appearance now still stirred some pity within him.

This wasn't due to some naive, overly merciful heart.

He understood well that within the Human Race, there was a division between the Righteous Path and the Demonic Path. The two factions frequently clashed, competing for territory and resources, even erupting into full-scale wars.

It was the same for the Yao Race.

Although the Yao Race as a whole stood opposed to the Human Race, conflicts and even incessant slaughter were rampant among its various internal clans and tribes.

The Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan and the Taiyin Jade Rabbit Clan, foxes and rabbits, were natural, sworn enemies.

The two sides were as incompatible as fire and water, each wishing to subjugate and enslave the other.

Nangong Xiyue's diligent Cultivation and her undergoing the Soul Transformation Tribulation were all for the sake of the rise of the fox clan.

Bai Zhirou's attempt to stop her from undergoing the tribulation and kill her stemmed from the fear that her successful advancement to the fifth rank would pose a tremendous threat to the rabbit clan.

When it came down to it, all of this was for the benefit of their respective clans. There was no absolute right or wrong.

Bai Zhirou's actions weren't personally targeted at Nangong Xiyue.

Any Cultivator from the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan was her enemy.

As an outsider, a Human Race Cultivator, Ye Xiaoyao naturally wouldn't interfere in the feud between the two clans.

But looking at this despairing young woman before him now, he still felt somewhat unable to harden his heart completely.

Since ancient times, the victor becomes king, the vanquished becomes the bandit.

He understood this principle.

Yet, in the end, he couldn't quite bear to see a young woman with such a maidenly appearance meet such a wretched fate.

Previously agreeing to Nangong Xiyue's request to take Bai Zhirou as a slave was, to a large extent, to go along with Nangong Xiyue's wishes, and simultaneously, to protect Bai Zhirou.

If he hadn't agreed, Bai Zhirou would have either become Nangong Xiyue's slave or been gifted to other clan members; her fate would only have been worse.

Ye Xiaoyao sighed softly, bent down, and extended his right hand towards Bai Zhirou.

Bai Zhirou, who had been listlessly hanging her head, suddenly looked up upon sensing his movement.

Those large eyes instantly revealed a fierce, vicious light. She bared her teeth, emitting a warning "hiss," as if thinking Ye Xiaoyao was about to start tormenting her.

Ye Xiaoyao was momentarily stunned by this sudden reaction.

Then he laughed, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.

"Oh? You dare to hiss at me? Hmm? Is your skin itching for a lesson?"

He withdrew his hand, his lips moving slightly as if preparing to chant an incantation.

Bai Zhirou's face changed dramatically.

She certainly knew what that incantation meant.

Just moments ago, when Nangong Xiyue chanted it, the pain was unbearable, worse than death.

She quickly adopted an obedient yet slightly aggrieved expression, pleading softly and sweetly:

"Stop! I was wrong!"

This was the first time Ye Xiaoyao had heard her speak.

Her voice was soft and sweet, like marshmallows melting in warm milk.

Sweet, soft, and fluffy, perfectly matching her outward appearance.

It held none of the authority and dominance befitting a Peak Late Stage fourth-rank Great Demon King, the Clan Chief of the Taiyin Jade Rabbit Clan. Instead, it gave off the impression of a petite, adorable little loli.

The contrast was incredibly charming.

Ye Xiaoyao almost forgot she was a Great Demon King.

He chuckled, withdrawing his pretense of chanting, and said:

"Mm, since you know you were wrong, I'll let your earlier disrespect towards me slide. But if there's a next time..."

His eyes shifted, deciding to properly discipline this little loli and deflate her arrogance.

To prevent her from daring to hiss at him again in the future, and to let her know this master wasn't someone easy to deal with.

More importantly, to fulfill his promise to Nangong Xiyue, to properly discipline Bai Zhirou on her behalf.

Ye Xiaoyao looked down at her from his superior position, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth:

"Call me 'Master'."

Bai Zhirou's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her small face full of reluctance.

But remembering she was now under his control, that reluctant expression flashed away.

She lowered her head and called out obediently.

"Master, Zhirou knows she was wrong!

Please forgive me, Master. In the future, Zhirou will serve Master diligently, without a trace of disloyalty.

Please believe me, Master!"

Her voice remained soft and sweet, almost like a coquettish plea.

Ye Xiaoyao nodded with satisfaction. "Mm, that's more like it. Get up."

Only then did Bai Zhirou slowly stand up.

Ye Xiaoyao did not offer his hand to help her.

He took a step back, appraising the young woman before him from head to toe.

This time, he was looking at her while she stood upright.

Only after Bai Zhirou stood up did he truly see her height clearly.

She only reached about waist-level on him.

And he was an eight-foot-tall man.

This meant Bai Zhirou truly had the height of a loli, the appearance of a loli, the voice of a loli—utterly adorable.

Among his several Dao Companions, Ji Chanxi had the most petite figure, but she still reached his shoulder.

This Bai Zhirou before him was a whole size smaller than Ji Chanxi.

Ye Xiaoyao thought to himself.

She really is a little loli!

I can lift Chan'er with one hand. Wouldn't this loli be even easier to handle?

Could probably pick her up with just one hand!

Thinking this, the corner of his mouth unconsciously lifted into a somewhat mischievous grin.

But this wicked thought was fleeting.

He wasn't some beast who would lay hands on such a little rabbit.

Well... at least not for now.

Seeing her master looking her up and down with that mischievous smile, Bai Zhirou tensed up.

She hurriedly crossed her arms in front of her chest, adopting a vigilant posture, fearing he might try something.

She thought to herself: If this master really tries anything with me, even if I die, I won't let him succeed!

But Ye Xiaoyao did not do anything to her.

He clasped his hands behind his back, turned around, and walked towards the bedroom inside the house, saying at the same time:

"Come on, let's go inside. Standing for so long has made my legs a bit sore. Come over here and help me rub them."

A flicker of hesitation crossed Bai Zhirou's face, but she still followed him inside.

Inside the bedroom, Ye Xiaoyao directly found a chair to lounge in, propping his legs up on another stool.

He waved his hand, gesturing for Bai Zhirou to come over.

Bai Zhirou hesitated for a moment but ultimately walked over.

She sat on a small stool, extended her small hands, and began to knead Ye Xiaoyao's thighs.

Her movements were very clumsy, but the strength applied was decent.

Ye Xiaoyao squinted his eyes in enjoyment, a satisfied smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He spoke lazily, "Mm, not bad, not bad! Seems you know how to read the situation.

Your technique is a bit lacking, but considering this is your first time giving someone a massage, I'll let it slide."

Bai Zhirou kept her head lowered, her small hands continuing to knead, saying nothing.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on her silvery-white long hair, casting a soft glow.

Her small face showed no particular expression, only her long eyelashes occasionally fluttering.

Ye Xiaoyao closed his eyes, enjoying the moment, but his mind was already calculating his next steps.

The Central Continent Prodigy Championship was still some time away. He would Cultivate here in the Qingqiu Holy Land for a while first.

With such dense Spiritual Qi, and having a Great Demon King as a maid...

Even if this maid was somewhat unwilling, life shouldn't be too boring.

As for what came later... he'd deal with that later...