I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

"Tie them all up," Mo Qiluo ordered.

Then a dozen or so black-robed cultivators bound all the surviving people present, regardless of their cultivation level, into the likeness of Yan Jian'an.

Luo Suichen looked at Chu Chenmu, whose wounds were aggravated by the twisted arms, and frowned in distress, his heart clenching with pain.

Why is his cultivation level so low? He can only surrender if he wants to resist, and he is powerless to save him.

Then some people dragged out the elders who were drinking tea in the inner hall and threw them out of the square without any respect, like carrying cabbages, and piled them up with the survivors, their clothes stained with blood.

Embarrassed.

Moqiluo glanced around and wasn't satisfied.

She really overestimated the strength of these so-called righteous geniuses.

They had only watched such a short while of the spectacle when they were all slaughtered without a trace.

There are only so few cultivators left now, not even enough to fill her teeth. If it weren't for the few old men in the inner hall who still had decent cultivation, how could she possibly present them to the Demon Lord?

but……

Thinking of the swordsman who had fought to the death, Mo Qiluo's eyes lit up, and she flew downwards.

Barefoot, amidst blood and mangled flesh, Mo Qiluo pinched Chu Chenmu's chin with her fingers, forcing him to turn his face toward her. She nodded in satisfaction; with his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, what a handsome young man.

Chu Chenmu felt as if his internal organs were shattering, the pain so intense he couldn't straighten up. Sensing someone gripping his chin, he slowly opened his eyes and saw a bewitching face.

His body was tense; even as his life hung in the balance, his body's instinct to fear women remained. So he turned his head to the side, trying to shake off the hand pressed against his face.

But he was pulled over by an even stronger force, which restrained him, making him unable to move.

Mo Qiluo looked at the arrogant cultivator in front of her who dared to provoke her, and her eyes became even more amused.

She liked that rebellious and uncontrollable nature.

Such people are the ones who are truly tamed. Those who lack backbone and are willing to kneel at one's feet and eke out a living, no matter how handsome they are, lack that quality.

Moqiluo used demonic energy to imprison Chu Chenmu, his hands roaming freely over his body, finally stopping at his chest and pressing down slightly.

"Look at the situation clearly, don't rush to resist. Beg me for mercy and ask me to take you away. That way you can live, how about it?" Mo Qiluo's tone was mocking, her eyes seductively fixed on her prey.

"Get out." Chu Chenmu's eyes were filled with hatred as he glared at the culprit who had caused this bloody outcome. He felt as if he had been touched by a venomous snake, and goosebumps were rising all over his body.

Take him away? What about the other cultivators present? What about the cultivators who died in this battle?

Mo Qiluo laughed at Chu Chenmu's defiance, "Do you know who I am? The Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect. I can decide who lives or dies with just a word."

"I'll give you one more chance. Submit to me. With such a beautiful face, it would be such a pity if you were to perish here today. Follow me, and I will show you what... ultimate bliss is." As she finished speaking, Mo Qiluo leaned close to Chu Chenmu's ear and gently blew on it.

"roll."

As soon as Chu Chenmu finished speaking, the person who had been smiling just moments before suddenly changed his expression, raised his hand and swung it at Chu Chenmu. A crisp sound rang out, and Chu Chenmu's face was turned to the side by the blow. His somewhat confused eyes met Luo Suichen, who was desperately shaking his head at him.

Just agree to it, you idiot! It won't cost you a hair, why are you being so stubborn!

Why be so stubborn...

"I'm giving you one last chance to answer me. Kneel down and beg me to take you in, and you'll live; refuse, and you'll die." Mo Qiluo raised a hand, a ball of dark energy gathering at her delicate, jade-like fingertips, clearly indicating that she would kill Chu Chenmu if he dared to shake his head again.

Chu Chenmu didn't even turn his head towards Mo Qiluo. After hearing those words, he glanced longingly at Luo Suichen, then at Tian Yige, Su Chengdian, and even Huaisu. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, he turned to Mo Qiluo, his face still bearing a red and swollen handprint, his eyes stubborn yet calm.

He wanted to complete his mission and see his grandmother. For this, he was willing to live in a strange body for nearly ten years, to do bad things against his own morals, and even to count down the days until his death. But he couldn't lose his bottom line and become a dog that wags its tail and begs for mercy.

Chu Chenmu never asks for favors.

When he was a child, he begged his parents not to fight, begged his father to come home and see his grandmother, begged the neighbors to give him and his grandmother a few more days to pay their debts, and begged his teacher to give him more time to raise the tuition fees.

He hadn't succeeded in getting anything, so he learned that the word "ask" was heavier than a mountain but lighter than dust. It all depended on your position in the other person's heart. If you were an important person to them, they wouldn't force you to ask for anything. On the contrary, once you were even allowed to say "ask" in their heart, then asking or not asking would have the same effect.

So my birthday wish when I came of age was to never have to ask anyone for anything again.

He understood that the witch in front of him only treated him as a toy, and everything depended on her mood. His life and death were not at his simple "whether he asked for it or not".

"Look at me, I'm not bad looking either." Chu Chenmu was just waiting for Mo Qiluo's judgment when a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Luo Suichen struggled to stand beside Chu Chenmu. The two were similar in stature, and their shadows were long and slender as the sunlight shone on them.

Mo Qiluo glanced over and was immediately captivated by the boy with a smile on his lips and dimples that were faintly visible.

"Oh? It's not bad. What do you want?"

"Holy Maiden, I also want to live. Look at me, not him. I'm more sensible than him." Luo Suichen's tone was calm, and the hatred in his eyes was well suppressed. His eyes were clear, shining with a crystal-clear light. Only a strong will to live was visible, and the heartache and anger he felt were hidden.

But Chu Chenmu understood that he wanted to do it for him.

He was willing to gamble on Mo Qiluo's feelings, to gamble on the possibility of not being killed.

Upon hearing this, some of the surviving disciples of the Wuji Sect were shocked and their expressions changed. They all looked at Luo Suichen angrily, not knowing whether they looked down on him for having to submit to a witch in order to survive, and even for competing with his master; or they were angry that he had a peerless appearance as a topic of conversation, which could give him a better chance of survival.

Yan Jian'an remained silent, hidden in the crowd, watching the scene unfold before him. He understood the situation and had some knowledge of the relationship between the two. He knew that Luo Suichen would never do such a thing for a mere chance to survive.

He was in the main hall just now and didn't know what had happened, but judging from the fact that Chu Chenmu had the most serious injury in the entire room, he could guess that this kind-hearted immortal lord must have stepped forward.