Chapter 18 Taking the Little Witch as a Servant

"Crack—!"

The stone skin on the surface of the Demon God statue shattered completely.

Terrifying Devilish Qi erupted into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

Ye Bufan's face turned deathly pale, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Even with the Nether Profound Ice Flame protecting his body, he knew that this was not an existence he could contend with at all!

Lin Xiao held a golden long spear, his entire body glowing with brilliant golden light. Pure Yang Qi and Haoran Righteous Qi intertwined around him, like a needle stabilizing the sea amidst raging waves.

"Hurry back to the Holy Land to report to Revered Master, and ask Revered Master to request the Holy Lord to come out of seclusion!"

"This Demon God's strength is unfathomable, and the Seal has been broken. Someone must stay behind to hold it back! Otherwise, once it rushes out of the Demon Tomb, it will surely cause devastation to all living things!"

Ye Bufan looked at the Immortal Artifact spear in Lin Xiao's hand, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

Seeing that Master Yao Ling was unwilling to act, he could only grit his teeth and choose to leave.

Master Yao Ling looked at Lin Xiao's increasingly tall figure, her eyes filled with emotion.

He clearly possessed peerless talent and could have protected himself, yet he resolutely chose to face the Demon God directly in order to protect a Junior Brother who harbored resentment toward him!

By comparison, Ye Bufan seemed increasingly incapable of achieving anything great.

As Ye Bufan sprinted, he glanced back at Lin Xiao, who had been completely submerged by the thick black mist, feeling secretly pleased inside:

"Hmph, although I didn't manage to get the Immortal Artifact this time, being able to let that dog Lin Xiao be buried here means this trip wasn't in vain."

In Ye Bufan's view, the Demon God had been sealed for tens of thousands of years; how terrifying must the accumulated resentment be?

Lin Xiao was merely at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even with an Immortal Artifact in hand, facing a monster of this level, he was absolutely doomed to die!

...

The outskirts of the Demon Tomb.

The stationed Disciples were like ants on a hot pan, anxiously looking toward the depths of the Demon Tomb.

Just as everyone was at a loss, a disheveled figure suddenly rushed out from the black mist.

Seeing that only Ye Bufan had come out, the chubby one hurriedly went up to meet him and asked anxiously:

"Senior Brother Ye! What exactly happened inside?"

"Where is Senior Brother Lin? Why didn't he come out with you?"

Ye Bufan only left behind a sentence telling them to stay on guard there while he went back to report to the Holy Lord, and then he sped toward the Primordial Holy Land without looking back.

From within the storage ring, Master Yao Ling's anxious voice rang out:

"Xiao Fan, quickly use the Sound Transmission Talisman to notify your Revered Master Qinghan! The emergence of the Demon God is no small matter; for every moment delayed, Young Master Lin is in more danger!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Bufan's speed slowly decreased.

He clutched his chest, a look of pain appearing on his face, and then landed in a secluded mountain forest.

"Mother... I was just eroded by the Devilish Qi, and my Meridians are in unbearable pain... I'm afraid I can't continue on my way..."

After speaking, he sat cross-legged on a blue stone, took out a handful of Medicinal Pills from his Storage Pouch, stuffed them into his mouth, and began to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.

Master Yao Ling was stunned upon hearing this.

Although Ye Bufan had run in a disheveled manner earlier, he had the protection of the Nether Profound Ice Flame and had not suffered any substantial injury at all!

The so-called erosion by Devilish Qi was complete nonsense!

"Xiao Fan, you are lying."

Master Yao Ling's figure slowly appeared, her stunningly beautiful face filled with disappointment and disbelief.

"You aren't injured at all! You are deliberately delaying time!"

Having been exposed to his face, Ye Bufan simply stopped pretending.

He opened his eyes abruptly, his eyes filled with resentment: "Yes! I am doing it on purpose, so what?"

"Lin Xiao is always high and mighty. Even though we are both True Disciples, why does everyone show him such respect, while they ignore me? Now that he is seeking his own death to play the hero, why should I save him?!"

"You!" Master Yao Ling was shaking with anger, her white jade bosom heaving violently.

Master Yao Ling sighed and spoke earnestly once again:

"Xiao Fan, I know you have some grievances with Young Master Lin."

"But in the face of major issues of right and wrong, what do personal grievances count for?"

"Young Master Lin is in danger because of you. If he is buried at the hands of the Demon God, can you ever have peace of mind in this lifetime?"

Ye Bufan sneered in his heart.

Peace of mind? I have plenty of peace of mind!

...

Meanwhile.

In the depths of the Demon Tomb, the earth-shattering battle that was imagined did not occur.

Instead... it was unusually peaceful.

On a rosewood chair covered with a tiger skin.

Lin Xiao was leaning lazily against the back of the chair, and in front of him, a girl of extreme beauty was crouching.

The girl was dressed in a fire-red tight-fitting short skirt, which outlined her incredibly hot figure perfectly.

A head of wine-red long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and there were two red horns on her forehead.

The purple-red tail behind her was wagging gently like a puppy to please him, with a triangular tip, looking both dangerous and charming.

"How is it, Revered Master? Does it feel good?"

"Hmm, don't talk, keep... pressing."

"Yes, Revered Master!"

Upon hearing this, the Demoness immediately worked harder to massage Lin Xiao's legs.

She was the human form of the Demon God, named Ye Li.

Lin Xiao lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze landing on the bottomless cleavage.

Because of the difference in race, the Demoness possessed a bit more unique wildness and charm.

Lin Xiao had originally prepared to use the Golden Body Talisman and the Immortal-Fixing Travel Talisman.

Never did he expect that when he exposed his Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art, the Demon God actually transformed into a human form, signed a Demon Contract with him on the spot, and served him as Revered Master.

According to Ye Li, this "Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art" was the supreme Cultivation Technique created by the ancestor of the Demon Race. Whoever possessed this Cultivation Technique was the co-ruler of the Demon Race and could suppress all demonic creatures.

"So, you snuck into the Lower Realm when you were eighteen because you were playful, and as a result, you were mistaken for a world-destroying Demon God and sealed?"

Lin Xiao asked while admiring the alluring white jade bosom.

"Wuwuwu... yes, Revered Master."

Speaking of this, Ye Li looked aggrieved, and her tail drooped down:

"I was just curious about what the Lower Realm looked like."

"But not long after I came down, I met a group of fierce and wicked old men who insisted that I was some kind of world-destroying Devil Head and wanted to besiege me without a word!"

"I wanted to explain, but they wouldn't listen and even set up an array to Seal me..."

The more Ye Li spoke, the more aggrieved she became, looking at Lin Xiao with teary eyes: "Revered Master, you must uphold justice for Li'er!"

Lin Xiao's mouth twitched slightly. Although this Demoness had lived for at least tens of thousands of years, she had been sealed here the entire time, so her mentality was clearly only eighteen years old.

Therefore, after seeing him display the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art, she didn't even think about it before proactively signing the Demon Contract with him.

Looking at the curvaceous and delicate Demoness before him, the bold idea in Lin Xiao's heart became even bolder.

This Demoness was powerful and from the Upper Realm; not only could she be a henchman, but she could also warm... ahem, she could also provide intelligence from the Upper Realm!

"Alright, since you've followed me, no one will dare to bully you in the future."

Lin Xiao reached out and stroked Ye Li's red hair, and conveniently pinched the pair of small horns.

"Mmm~"

Ye Li's body trembled, a flush of red immediately flew onto her pretty face, and her tail wagged even more happily.

"Revered Master, you touched my Demon Horns, you have to take responsibility for me, okay~"