You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Chapter 466 Demon King Xiangliu (2 in 1 order)

Before a magnificent palace stood an elegant garden, shaded by green trees, filled with singing birds and fragrant flowers. The garden, carpeted with lush green grass and overflowing with blooming flowers, looked from afar as if it were a scene of prosperity.

Deep within the garden lies a crystal-clear lake, its surface shimmering with the occasional koi carp swimming through it. In the center of the lake stands a pavilion carved from white jade, its winding paths, soaring eaves, and surrounded by a pond, creating an elegant "paradise" atmosphere.

Under the pavilion in the middle of the lake, a group of little girls, about five or six years old, gathered together. Their skin was whiter than snow, like natural porcelain dolls, with the inherent beauty of the Jiuli people.

But they didn't look like fairies at this moment, but rather like a group of mischievous children. The girls in the lead were noticeably more charming and charming, yet with a hint of cunning. She clutched a handful of flowers and approached the other girl, waving them at her, laughing and cursing.

The poor girl was forced to the edge of the lake, her head lowered, she dared not speak, and only pleaded softly. Her gorgeous clothes were a little damaged, her hair was disheveled, and it was obvious that she had been severely bullied by the group of bullies.

At that moment, a figure leaped from the pavilion, standing between the bullies and the bullied girl. It was a fairy from the Jiuli tribe, shrouded in a faint golden light. She was tall and graceful, her skin like white jade, her long black hair dancing in the wind. Her eyes shone brightly like stars, their gaze firm yet tinged with kindness.

"Enough!" the fairy shouted angrily, with her hands behind her back, her expression dignified: "How can you bully your own kind like this?"

"Hmph, she's just a vagrant who's been taken in by the palace." A pretty girl in the lead sneered, saying disdainfully, "Today is a good time to teach her a lesson, so she doesn't climb too high!"

"Yes, how can a noble princess like me associate with such an inferior person like her?" Another little princess echoed, waving the flowers in her hand and throwing them at the poor girl.

With a thud, the bouquet of flowers was abruptly blocked by the fairy, scattering to the ground. Her strange power shuddered the little princesses into silence.

"You are as cowardly as mice. This is all you can do." The fairy looked at them coldly, then turned around and looked down at the poor girl's injuries.

The girl's eyes were slightly closed, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were terrified. Her delicate face bore several distinct handprints, clearly showing signs of having been violated. Seeing this, the fairy's eyes flickered with pity.

"It's okay, I'm here." She gently patted the girl's cheek and said soothingly. The girl finally opened her eyes, tears welling up in her eyes, her eyes as moist and bright as autumn water, and her delicate body trembling.

"Thank you, Sister Furong," the little girl whimpered, threw herself into the arms of the fairy, and trembled softly.

"If you have any problems in the future, come to me." The fairy gently hugged her and leaned over to comfort her: "I will definitely protect you."

Furong stared down at her, feeling pity welling up in her heart. Although she was also a princess, this little girl named Wu Ya had been treated coldly and bullied because of her bloodline. But Furong knew that she had extremely keen insight and would definitely become a great witch in the future. She just didn't expect that she would suffer such torture.
So Furong decided to use her own ability to protect this gifted but ill-fated friend. Even if she would become the most outstanding witch in the Jiuli tribe in the future, she was just a helpless child now.
……

It turned out that the bullied little girl was Wu Ya. She was a sacrifice prepared by the tribe to be used in the ceremony of worshiping the evil god Xiangliu. The reason she appeared in the village was because she had an unfulfilled wish.

Her wish was that she had always been alone and wanted a friend of the same age to play with her, so she found Furong.

Furong and Wuya's relationship grows stronger, with Wuya accepting her as her sister, like a real sister. However, as the date of the sacrifice approaches, the atmosphere between them becomes increasingly tense.

Rough winds and waves raged outside, thunder and lightning flashed, and torrential rain poured down on the window frames. It was undoubtedly a gloomy and terrifying night.

Wu Ya curled up in her bed, her thin body trembling slightly. She was afraid of being awakened by the thunder outside, because waking up would mean the arrival of a nightmare. Yes, nightmares had long been a constant presence in her life.

With a thunderclap, the window frames banged violently against the wind and rain! Wu Ya opened her eyes in fear. In the dim candlelight, she saw a familiar figure standing at the door. It was Sister Furong, as warm and bright as a bright moon in the dark night.

"Are you okay, Wu Ya?" Furong whispered softly as she approached, her face filled with worry. She leaned over and pulled Wu Ya into her arms, her warmth dispelling the chill of fear from the young girl's heart.

Wu Ya nodded, her arms tightening around Furong. Ever since her rare talent for divination was discovered, she had been taken from her home, trapped in the palace and treated coldly. If it weren't for the frequent visits and comfort from Furong, the princess's friend, she would have withered away in this cold and solemn palace.

"Don't worry, I will protect you." Furong patted her thin back softly and said, "Talk to me now, you will feel better."

Wu Ya nodded, holding Furong tightly. She buried her head in her sister's warm shoulder and whispered her inner fear and sorrow.

For as long as she could remember, she had been surrounded by palace eunuchs and masters, instructing her in various arts. Though familiar with the techniques, she had never grasped the profound mysteries of yin and yang. Until one day, an elderly sorceress stumbled upon her extraordinary ability to discern the mysteries of the universe, realizing she was the reincarnation of a long-lost divine sorceress.

Since then, she has been strictly disciplined and not allowed to wander freely. Her clan has always been used to serve the evil god Xiangliu. And she, from a young age, was destined to be the final bearer of that heavy mission.

"That witch teacher said that when the time comes, I'll have to sacrifice myself to the evil god Xiangliu in a sacrificial ceremony." Wu Ya clutched Furong tightly, sobbing softly, "I'm so scared. I'm so young, how can I bear such a heavy burden? I don't want to be a sacrifice at all!"

Furong's heart ached, and she hugged the girl's frail body even tighter. She felt the warmth of the tiny life in her arms, unable to imagine that the always innocent and lively girl would have such a tragic fate!
She had long since discerned Wu Ya's exceptional divine power from her performance. Perhaps it was precisely because of her exceptional intelligence that she was so highly regarded by those stubborn, old-fashioned tribesmen. But Furong understood that her people had long since degenerated into slaves of the evil god, becoming neither human nor ghost.

"It's okay, everything will be fine." Furong soothed him softly, but she was secretly thinking. Yes, she couldn't just sit there and watch her best friend being sacrificed by her family!
The sudden rain outside the window stopped, and everything was silent. Furong suddenly straightened up, her expression firm: "Wu Ya, you must listen carefully to me. We will leave here tomorrow!"

Wu Ya opened her eyes wide in surprise: "But...but the world outside." She asked cautiously, obviously knowing nothing about the outside world.

"So what?" Furong said straightforwardly, "I have a way to get you out. Once you leave this hell on earth, you won't have to endure torture anymore and you'll have the chance to spread your wings and fly freely!"

"Really?" Wu Ya was ecstatic, yet hesitant. She thought of Furong's current status as a princess, and how even her little sister had to make such a significant sacrifice. Wasn't that a bit too much?
Furong seemed to see through her thoughts and smiled slightly: "Silly sister, I am doing this for your own good. Are you willing to be sacrificed by your people? You should have a wider world to display your divine power." "I will always protect you and keep you safe." Furong said, holding Wu Ya's small hand tightly with both hands: "Let's escape like this, and the two sisters will be free from now on!"

Wu Ya's eyes were filled with longing and yearning after hearing this. Furong's words made sense. How could she be willing to die as a sacrifice? She, too, possessed talents that others dreaded, and she deserved to pursue a free and ideal life!
"Okay, Sister Furong," Wu Ya nodded vigorously, her eyes gradually becoming firmer: "Let's just escape! You're right, we are not destined to be trapped here. The world outside must be wonderful and worth pursuing!"

Furong smiled and reached out to clasp her fingers together. When their palms touched, their hearts were filled with longing and anticipation for the future.

"Then it's settled," Furong said solemnly, "Tomorrow night will be the beginning of our freedom. No matter what happens, I will protect you and be your strongest support!"

Wu Ya nodded vigorously, her eyes brightening again. She was no longer the pitiful, cowardly little girl she had been before. Furong had given her courage and strength. From now on, she would embark on a brand new life, freeing herself from the shackles of fate!
The two embraced each other tightly, as if trying to melt each other into the depths of their souls. This sisterly friendship would become their strongest support in the difficult journey of life.
So when night fell and a thunderstorm hit, she decided to take all her belongings and quietly escape from the tribe.
……

The sun was setting, twilight blanketing the earth. A dark and eerie atmosphere spread across the mountains and fields outside the Jiuli tribe. Wu Ya stood there alone, gradually being swallowed by the darkness.

This was a secluded, remote mountainside, strewn with dead branches and fallen leaves, overgrown with weeds and wild trees. Wu Ya looked down at the devastated earth beneath her, her heart filled with anxiety and unease. She had come here with great ambition, intending to embark on a journey of escape with Sister Furong, but there had been no news of Furong since.

Could it be that she had changed her mind? Wu Ya couldn't help but wonder. Thinking of her sister's resolute expression and resolute words last night, her doubts grew even stronger. How could Furong just say she had nothing and go back on her promise?
"Sister Furong," Wu Ya murmured, her voice filled with sorrow. She looked around. The only sound in the silent night was the rustling of branches in the wind. But Furong was nowhere to be found.

She was determined to wait, even if it meant waiting until dawn. After all, she didn't know when she would have another chance to escape the Jiuli tribe. If she gave up, wouldn't everything she had endured so far be in vain?
But as time passed, wisps of mist began to rise from the ground, soon enveloping the entire foothills. Wu Ya shuddered and winced. Exhausted, she sat down on the grass, clutching a rag doll tightly in her hands. It had been her childhood playmate, and now it was her only comfort.

She had imagined what life would be like after escaping. Perhaps they would find a safe haven, free from the enslavement and persecution of their people. Even if it was just the most ordinary and impoverished life, for them, it would be supreme freedom and happiness, a release from the purgatory of life on earth.

At that moment, a strange and terrifying sound of footsteps echoed from behind her. Wu Ya shuddered and turned nervously. In the moonlight, she saw a tall, terrifying figure approaching from the darkness, as if surrounded by an endless cloud of darkness.

That was Chi You, the patriarch of the Jiuli tribe.

The man was tall and burly, his broad shoulders covered in thick fur, giving him a ferocious, beast-like air. His face bore the hallmarks of a traditional Jiuli people, with strong, deep features, yet a hint of cunning and perverseness lingered between his brows. Even more frightening were his eyes, gleaming in the moonlight, like two terrifying pools of blood.

The moment Wu Ya laid eyes on this person, she felt as if she had been cast under a spell, unable to move. In an instant, the last shred of hope in her heart vanished without a trace. She realized she had been completely discovered, and the person was undoubtedly here to drag her back and sacrifice her!
"What are you doing here?" Wu Ya shuddered, her voice trembling. She knew Chi You's ruthlessness was not an empty promise, and she was no match for him.

Chi You didn't answer immediately. He just sneered and slowly approached. When he was only a few steps away from Wu Ya, he spoke, his hoarse voice like the roar of a wild beast: "Silly girl, where do you think you can escape to? Even Furong will be caught by us!"

At the sound of Furong's name, Wu Ya's heart sank. She instinctively covered her mouth to muffle her cries. She had held onto a glimmer of hope, hoping Furong would come and rescue her. But now it seemed Furong had already met with misfortune.

Chi You seemed to see through her thoughts, and a strange smile appeared on his lips. He walked in front of Wu Ya and looked down at the small figure from above.

"No need to wait, silly girl." Chi You said proudly: "Your sister, who is a princess, has already been dealt with by us!"

Wu Ya's eyes widened, her face filled with terror. Her lips trembled as she stared at Chi You in disbelief. Furong... What had happened to Sister Furong? She dared not think too deeply, her heart icing with fear.

"What the hell did you do to her!"

"Hahaha!" Chi You laughed heartily, clearly enjoying himself immensely. He leaned over, his long, thin hand fiercely grasping Wu Ya's chin, forcing her to look at him. The sight of those blood-red fangs before Wu Ya filled her with fear.

"Your silly sister ultimately failed to escape the clutches of the Jiuli." Chi You gritted his teeth and said, "She had intended to take you with her, but unfortunately, she forgot that none of us Jiuli can escape the control of the Great God Xiangliu!"

As he spoke, he pinched Wu Ya's chin even harder, causing the little girl to groan in pain.

"She couldn't survive the first night and was captured by our people, haha!" Chi You laughed triumphantly, his expression ferocious and terrifying: "I personally interrogated her and learned all your escape plans. To be honest, I never thought that such a noble princess would do such a rebellious thing!"

Wu Ya's face turned pale, her eyes wide open as she stared at Chi You in horror. She felt as if her entire being had been hollowed out, a bone-chilling chill making her tremble uncontrollably. Sister Furong... No, that gentle and considerate sister! How could she have suffered such a calamity?
"Don't try to trick me," Wu Ya said tremblingly, unable to hold back her tears. "Sister Furong, how could it be possible?"

"Oh? You still don't believe it?" Chi You showed a cruel smile, and suddenly lifted Wu Ya into the air, causing her to scream in panic.

"That girl, just as the offering to the Great God Xiangliu was being prepared last night, suddenly came up with a crazy idea!" Chi You licked his fangs and recalled with almost nostalgia, "She said she was willing to take on all of this in your place! As a noble princess of the Jiuli tribe, offering her flesh and blood to the Great God Xiangliu was undoubtedly the finest sacrifice."

"No, it's impossible." Wu Ya burst into tears upon hearing these words. Tears could not stop flowing from her red eyes. She struggled and shook her head, unwilling to believe this.

"But she still underestimated the resolve of our Jiuli people." Chi You sneered, showing no sympathy at all. Instead, he pulled Wu Ya even harder. "Do you think we'll let her go so easily? Haha, of course not! I personally participated in her treatment. That painful and helpless look on my face almost made me laugh."

Chi You narrowed his eyes, a strange and twisted expression on his face: "That delicate body was cut open alive, blood dripping, but she still gritted her teeth, unwilling to let out a wail. Until the end, her eyes were dull and lifeless. Then I told her that it was she who caused your death!"

Wu Ya could no longer bear it. She collapsed to the ground, clutching her ears and wailing hoarsely. She couldn't believe her beloved sister had been tortured like this, and couldn't imagine the sheer cruelty of the scene. How could that warm and thoughtful Furong have been subjected to such cruelty?
"Hahaha, I ate her delicate body with my own hands. Her blood is sweet and her muscles are tender!" Chi You laughed loudly, arrogant and domineering, like a devil from hell.

"Now, it's your turn, an even more precious sacrifice! I will dedicate you completely to the Great God Xiangliu, allowing your body to be praised by Him for eternity! Then you will join your sister and we will never see each other again!"

As he spoke, Chi You stretched out his large hands covered in sharp claws and pounced towards the terrified Wu Ya!
(End of this chapter)