5: Chapter 5: On their wedding night, the Demon Emperor's true power shocked his master.

The red candles flickered, casting ambiguous silhouettes of the two on the wall.

The door to the inner chamber closed, cutting off the scent of blood from outside.

Luo Bingli sat on the large red wedding bed covered in longans and red dates, her body as stiff as a block of thousand-year-old ice.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

Her hands tightly gripped the hem of her wedding dress, her knuckles turning white as she waited for the descent of violent tearing.

Rumors said that most demonic cultivators from the Upper Realm were savages who drank blood and acted with utter vulgarity.

Not to mention this Demon Emperor of the Yan Family, who covered the sky with a single hand.

Luo Bingli was prepared to endure any humiliation, only hoping to survive tonight.

After waiting for a long while, the expected rough violation did not come.

Instead, the crisp clinking of jade cups reached her ears.

Yan Wudao bypassed her and walked to the sandalwood round table in the center of the room, leisurely picking up a wine pot.

Clear spiritual wine filled two jade cups, and the rich aroma of wine instantly filled the room.

"Don't act like a prisoner on the execution ground. Come over and have a cup of nuptial wine."

Yan Wudao held the cup, leaning against the edge of the table, looking at the ice beauty on the bed with a half-smile.

Luo Bingli opened her eyes, her gaze filled with deep confusion.

"You... you're not going to kill me, nor humiliate me?"

"If this Emperor wanted to be cruel to a flower, I would have slapped you to death outside just now." Yan Wudao swirled his wine cup.

His gaze swept up and down, sizing up Luo Bingli.

"Besides, you suffer the pain of Profound Ice Heart-Devouring every night at midnight; your meridians are almost frozen through."

"If this Emperor were to force himself on you, I'm afraid your body would crumble into dust on the spot."

Luo Bingli gasped sharply, her eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

How was this possible!

She had hidden the hidden injuries from her cultivation of the 'Supreme Record of Forgotten Emotions' going haywire for a hundred years from the entire Lower Realm.

Even her precious disciple, Ye Chen, who spent every day with her, hadn't noticed a thing.

This demon had seen through her secrets with just a single glance?

"Who exactly are you?" Luo Bingli's voice was tight as she warily shrank toward the inner side of the bed.

Yan Wudao ignored her question and strode forward.

He grabbed Luo Bingli's delicate chin and forced the wine cup to her lips.

"Drink."

His actions brooked no refusal, carrying an overbearing air that allowed no disobedience.

Luo Bingli was forced to swallow a mouthful of spicy spiritual wine, causing her to cough violently.

Two intoxicating flushes of red instantly appeared on her fair cheeks.

Just as she was coughing, Yan Wudao pressed two fingers together.

From his fingertips, he forced out a drop of pure demonic blood as deep as ink.

As soon as this drop of blood appeared, the space in the inner chamber could not withstand the pressure, making faint cracking sounds.

"Don't move."

Yan Wudao tapped his finger on the center of Luo Bingli's brow.

The Great Emperor-level essence blood, carrying endless Chaotic Demonic Qi, arrogantly crashed into her spiritual platform.

Luo Bingli groaned, instinctively wanting to use her power to resist.

However, as domineering as that power was, it was surprisingly warm.

Like a blazing sun, it crashed directly into her Dantian, which had been frozen for a hundred years.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Poison that clung to her meridians and tortured her beyond endurance...

...the moment it touched this drop of demonic blood, it was like snowflakes meeting boiling water, vanishing with a hiss.

"This... this is Great Emperor Essence Blood?"

Luo Bingli was so shocked she couldn't even speak clearly.

She clearly felt the clogged meridians in her body suddenly open up.

The cultivation barrier that had been stuck at the early stage of the Purple Mansion Realm actually showed signs of loosening cracks.

A hundred years of hidden injuries were healed in the blink of an eye.

Not only that, the remaining spiritual energy from that drop of essence blood continued to nourish her entire body.

Luo Bingli stared blankly at Yan Wudao close by, her mind a mess.

How precious was Great Emperor Essence Blood? Even the top orthodoxies of the Upper Realm would have to enshrine it like an ancestor.

This man actually used it to heal her without even blinking?

Weren't the legendary giants of the demonic path all irrational madmen?

Luo Bingli realized she completely couldn't understand this Living Yama anymore.

"You... why are you helping me?"

She bit her lower lip, her voice softening, losing the coldness that kept people a thousand miles away.

Yan Wudao sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to remove the phoenix crown and jewelry from her head.

"This Emperor's person, even if they are just a vase, cannot have any flaws."

He leaned close to Luo Bingli's ear, his hot breath hitting her neck.

"Besides, only when Madam's injuries are healed can we fully enjoy this wedding night, right?"

Luo Bingli's body softened a bit.

Although this man was domineering and unreasonable, that profound and deep foundation of his had a fatal attraction.

Compared to a brat like Ye Chen, who spent all day saying 'do not bully the young and poor' and only knew how to be brave and fierce when things happened...

...the Demon Emperor before her, who could suppress all things with a lift of his hand and generously bestow opportunities with a flip of it, was the true peerless powerhouse.

The cultivation world naturally admired the strong.

The defensive line in Luo Bingli's heart as the Sect Leader of the Xianxia Sect began to collapse on a large scale in the face of absolute strength and foundation.

"But... Ye Chen..." A final trace of struggle flashed in Luo Bingli's eyes.

"Don't mention that disappointing name," Yan Wudao interrupted her.

"You traded yourself for his life; the karma has already been settled. From now on, you belong only to me."

Yan Wudao's gaze was direct and full of possessiveness.

Luo Bingli lowered her eyes and completely gave up her resistance.

"I... I don't know how to serve someone yet."

She lowered her head, her voice as thin as a thread, her face so red it looked like it would drip blood.

Her hands, which had been pressing against Yan Wudao's chest, also slowly lost their strength.

They shifted into a posture of half-refusal and half-compliance.

"There's a first time for everything. This Emperor will teach you personally."

Yan Wudao chuckled and waved his hand, extinguishing the red candles.

The large red bed curtains slowly fell, hiding the charming scene within the room.

The sound of clothes slipping off was exceptionally clear in the darkness.

Outside the window, the night wind blew, making the shadows of the trees dance, but inside, the spring scenery was just right.

The bed rocked gently, emitting several suppressed and melodious cries.

...

The next morning.

The first ray of sunlight passed through the window lattice, spilling onto the rosewood carved canopy bed.

Yan Wudao opened his eyes, feeling refreshed.

In his arms, Luo Bingli curled up like a docile kitten.

Her long hair was messy, and several ambiguous red marks remained on her fair shoulders; her sleeping face carried a laziness that came after being nourished.

Where was the slightest bit of the cold majesty of the Xianxia Sect's leader?

Yan Wudao pinched her perky nose.

Last night, this woman was as stiff as a block of wood at first, incredibly tense.

Later, after feeling the surge in cultivation brought by the dual cultivation technique, she developed a taste for it and became quite passionate.

It had to be said, the taste of a Destiny Heroine was indeed intoxicating.

Just as Yan Wudao was reminiscing...

...a 'ding' suddenly sounded in his mind, the system's heavenly mechanical voice.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the side mission: Completely Subdue the Destiny Heroine Luo Bingli!"

"Judgment successful: The target character's physical and mental belonging has undergone a fundamental shift!"

"Calculating rewards..."

"Obtained 50,000 villain points!"

"Destiny Plunder complete! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a clue to the target character Ye Chen's greatest cheat!"

Hearing this, Yan Wudao's eyes suddenly lit up.

Ye Chen's biggest trump card?

The system pushed a piece of information directly into his brain.

"Clue: The Ancient Black Ring on Ye Chen's hand!"

"It contains the remnant soul of an Ancient Medicine God, possessing countless lost pill formulas and top-tier techniques. Ye Chen's ability to fight above his level relies entirely on the assistance of the remnant soul's possession."

Yan Wudao suddenly understood.

No wonder that kid dared to be so arrogant and provoke the young master of a Demon God family.

It turned out he carried an old grandpa with him as a cheat.

This kind of 'portable old grandpa' trope was as classic as it gets.

He looked at the rosy-faced, soundly sleeping Luo Bingli in his arms, a wicked smile slowly curling on his lips.

"An old grandpa, huh?"

"Since the disciple is useless and his wife belongs to me, then I'll unceremoniously take this cheat as well."

This leek is really growing fatter and fatter.

Yan Wudao lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

In the woodshed outside, Ye Chen was probably still dreaming of a future comeback.

It was time to go and wake him up.