The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

The one leading the way was a maid, who kept her head down and said nothing. Jiang Yingxue occasionally wanted to go up to her and exchange a few polite words, but all she got in return was silence.

The corridor at night is dotted with a few dim spiritual lamps, the light and shadows sway, making the bluestone ground seem covered with a layer of mist.

She led the two of them through the corridor and stopped in front of a carved wooden door. She leaned slightly and said softly, "Please come in, both of you."

As she pushed open the door, a scent of tea mixed with the aroma of sandalwood hit her in the face. The lights in the hall were bright, but there was no warmth at all.

Luo Wei, wearing a silver eye mask, sat on the main seat in the hall. He was wearing a black robe with wide sleeves hanging down on the armrests.

He looked relaxed, holding a celadon teacup in his hand, with the aroma of tea rising from it.

Below him, Qiu Zhida was sitting respectfully, his back straight, his hands folded on his knees, his expression revealing a hint of caution and flattery.

The maid bowed slightly and said, "Lord Luo Wei, someone is here."

Luo Wei slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across Yan Chuan and Jiang Yingxue, a meaningful smile curling up at the corner of his mouth. He waved his hand slowly: "Well, you go down first."

"Yes."

With that the maid closed the door.

The moment the door closed, the atmosphere in the hall seemed to become even more depressing. In the silence all around, only the sound of Luo Wei's fingertips tapping on the teacup echoed, as if every tap struck one's heart.

After a while, Luo Wei spoke.

He chuckled softly, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "Are you satisfied with my arrangements? I've specially arranged a room with a large bed for you, so we can spend a wonderful night together."

Yan Chuan frowned immediately: "What do you mean?"

"Don't be shy." Luo Wei seemed unfazed and continued to drink his tea leisurely. The teacup tapped the table lightly, making a crisp sound. "Just now in the alchemy room, I tested your inner demons and found something particularly interesting. You have a terrifyingly strong obsession with the people around you."

After saying that, Luo Wei glanced at Jiang Yingxue.

Jiang Yingxue was slightly stunned when she heard this. Her eyes unconsciously turned to Yan Chuan, and a look of confusion appeared on her face: "Me?"

Yan Chuan's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he seemed a little uncomfortable. He pursed his lips tightly, not daring to look directly into Jiang Yingxue's eyes, and even dared not say a word.

Seeing this, Luo Wei chuckled.

He put down the teacup and continued, "I have always treated those I favor with favor. When Qiu Zhida joined my sect, I repaired his inner elixir, restored his cultivation, and gave him countless elixirs and magic weapons. And you—"

Luo Wei paused. "I've given you a room, a chance for you to be alone with your sweetheart. Whether you've made the most of it or not is up to you. So, I've treated you well, haven't I? Do you like this gift?"

Yan Chuan lowered his voice: "Ridiculous."

Luo Wei chuckled, but his eyes were chilling: "Alright, stop pretending to be a gentleman at this time."

As he spoke, he spread out a pill in his hand.

The surface of the pill was as black as ink, like a cursed bead.

"I won't beat around the bush with you. I want you to become a demon and become mine. Take this magic pill, otherwise, I have plenty of ways to make you submit to me."

Jiang Yingxue finally realized what a magic pill was. She frowned as she watched the blood energy slowly rising from the magic pill.

Seeing that Yan Chuan didn't reply, Qiu Zhida immediately stood up and said, "How dare you! Did you know that this magic pill was made for you by Lord Luo Wei himself? It requires the essence and blood of young boys and girls, and takes thirty days to refine! After taking it, not only will you be able to become a demon, but your cultivation will also be greatly improved! By then, except for the Demon King, perhaps no one can be your opponent!"

"Oh, really?" Yan Chuan looked at Luo Wei. "According to what you said, after taking it, even you can't be my opponent? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Hahahahaha!" Luo Wei laughed. "Of course I'm afraid. So from the moment you take this magic pill, you'll be under my puppetry. If you go against my will, you'll be in excruciating pain."

"What if I don't accept it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Zhida swung his sword and stabbed Jiang Yingxue without hesitation.

The sword was swift and fierce, with almost no warning, almost instantaneous. The long sword cut through the air like lightning, with a sharp sound of wind, and pointed directly at Jiang Yingxue's throat.

At that moment, Jiang Yingxue's heart almost stopped beating, her eyes widened, and her body froze involuntarily. She wanted to dodge, but she felt her body was as heavy as lead and could not move.

But just as the sword was about to touch her skin, a powerful force surged out of her body, and the Lanxu technique was silently activated, forcibly deflecting the sword blade.

Jiang Yingxue almost lost her balance and her back bumped into Yan Chuan, only then did she manage to keep her balance.

She gasped, her eyes filled with fear and dread. If it weren't for the Lanxu technique protecting her body in time, she would have been killed on the spot by that sword strike.

This scene really frightened Yan Chuan. It was obvious that Qiu Zhida had really intended to kill him. He immediately drew his sword and protected the man behind him.

"What do you mean!" Yan Chuan roared.

"It's nothing special. Didn't you tell me what would happen if I didn't submit? I'm telling you with my actions." Qiu Zhida stared at Jiang Yingxue gloomily. "But you're really interesting. You're only at the Nascent Soul stage, and you were able to deflect my sword?"

He looked at Jiang Yingxue and said, "But you don't seem to have any magical weapon on you."

"What do you care about me?" Jiang Yingxue suppressed her fear and said to the others, "In short, don't even think about using me to threaten Yan Chuan into becoming a demon."

"I think you are not going to accept my toast, so you have to drink the punishment!" Qiu Zhida said as he jumped up and stabbed again with his sword.

Yan Chuan was about to block the sword, but he found a dark shadow under his feet trapping him. Suddenly, Yan Chuan's whole body stiffened and he could not move.

The black shadow was like a strange cage, tightly wrapping around his body and making him unable to react.

On the other side, Qiu Zhida was bounced out again.

Just when he was about to try again, Luo Wei raised his hand and signaled him to stop.

Luo Wei leaned forward slightly, staring straight at Yan Chuan: "I don't know what magic weapon your sweetheart used to make her invulnerable to swords and guns. But I tell you, even if I can't kill her, I can torture her."

Luo Wei's eyes swept over Jiang Yingxue's body, and a hint of malice flashed in his eyes: "There are many men in this hall of mine. I don't think they have ever seen such a beautiful woman."

His voice became increasingly low, a bloodthirsty tone emanating from his voice: "Even if you can't kill me, can you not touch me?"