If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

"Boom—!"

The final golden beam of light, carrying the will to destroy everything, crashed down.

The earth is groaning.

The already crumbling Yin-Yang Reversal Formation completely collapsed.

Thirty-six blackwood battle flags were blown into a shower of wood chips.

Smoke and dust billowed.

It obscured everything inside the canyon.

The young master of the Great Roc floated in mid-air.

The golden feathers fluttered in the gale.

His vertical pupils were fixed on the smoke and dust below.

A cruel, triumphant smile crept across his lips.

"it's over."

"Trying to steal my woman."

"Remember to be born into a better family in your next life."

The two assassins behind him also showed relaxed expressions.

This level of attack.

Let alone a human in the Foundation Establishment stage.

Even a demon cultivator in the early stage of Core Formation.

They would be blasted into dust.

however.

In that deathly still moment.

A chilling wave rippled out from the center of the smoke and dust.

No sound.

But it made everyone present's heart skip a beat.

Followed by.

The dazzling seven-colored divine light tore through the smoke and dust.

The light was too bright.

Even the sun in the sky paled in comparison.

"That is..."

The smile on Young Master Dapeng's face froze.

The smoke and dust dissipated.

A huge phantom, ten feet tall, slowly rose up.

That's a peacock.

An ancient peacock whose entire body is radiating a seven-colored divine light.

Each feather is carved from the purest gemstones.

Mysterious runes of laws flowed across it.

noble.

sacred.

Inviolable.

"The true form of the Peacock King?!"

The young master of the Great Peng cried out in shock.

His voice trembled with disbelief.

This is a bloodline anomaly that only manifests when the Peacock Clan is fighting desperately.

It is also a symbol of the strength of a great demon in the transformation stage.

"How is that possible..."

"She was clearly seriously injured; even her demon core was about to shatter."

"How could he possibly return to his peak in such a short time?!"

The seven-colored divine light circled once in the air.

Then it contracted sharply.

It was all poured into the deep pit below, which was several meters in diameter.

All the oppressive force dissipated at that moment.

Instead.

It was an eerie, deathly silence.

Young Master Dapeng swallowed hard.

He waved his hand, creating a gust of wind.

The last bit of smoke and dust was blown away.

The view at the bottom of the pit.

It was presented to the three of them without reservation.

Young Master Dapeng felt a buzzing sound in his head.

Blank.

Bottom of the pit.

Two figures were entangled together.

Jin Qiaoqiao straddled Mo Chengyue's waist and abdomen.

That once magnificent palace dress was now tattered and worn.

Exposing large expanses of her smooth, snow-white skin.

Her long, dark hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders.

It covered half of her stunningly beautiful face.

But it couldn't hide the lingering flush on her face.

And those golden vertical pupils, both mesmerizing and brimming with satisfaction.

And Mo Chengyue.

Clothes were tattered.

His chest heaved violently.

His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

They had just gone through a three-day, three-night life-or-death battle.

The grass around the two of them.

a mess.

Everywhere there were traces of being run over.

A distinctive musky scent filled the air.

That is the unique aura that comes from the interaction of Yin and Yang.

For the demon race...

The smell is even more pungent than fresh blood.

"Qiaoqiao..."

The young master of the Great Roc's voice trembled.

His gaze.

The image was fixed on Jin Qiaoqiao's smooth, jade-like right arm.

There.

There was originally a bright red mark on her virginity mark.

That is a sacred symbol of the peacock clan.

This is also the fruit he has been dreaming of achieving for the past five years.

But now.

Gone.

That skin was dazzlingly white.

The fact that he was so white made him despair.

"Clatter".

A drop of bright red blood slid down Jin Qiaoqiao's fingertip.

It crashed onto the dry soil.

That was virgin blood.

It was also the sound of the young master of the Great Peng's heart breaking.

"ah--!!!"

A deafening roar echoed through the sky.

The young master of the Great Roc has gone mad.

He held his head in his hands.

Golden feathers stood up one by one.

He arched his body like a boiled shrimp.

"You bitch!"

"You actually..."

"You actually let this two-legged sheep..."

"I'm going to kill him!"

"I'll tear you two scoundrels to pieces!"

Bottom of the pit.

Jin Qiaoqiao was jolted back to her senses by the roar.

The confusion in her eyes quickly faded.

Instead.

It was a profound sense of shock and panic.

She lowered her head.

Looking at my empty arms.

She then glanced at the human man beneath her, who was panting heavily.

Memories flooded back like a tide.

Everything that just happened.

Those crazy, shameful, and unreserved images.

It played out in my mind over and over again.

"I……"

Jin Qiaoqiao's lips were trembling.

She was the noble Peacock Princess.

They are the future hope of the demon race.

How could this be...?

How could I possibly be with a lowly human cultivator...?

And it was in the wild.

Right under the enemy's nose.

Did you do such a thing?

"My primordial yin..."

"My bloodline..."

Jin Qiaoqiao felt dizzy and disoriented.

Shame and indignation.

humiliation.

Murderous intent.

A mix of emotions.

It twisted and distorted her beautiful face.

"I'm going to kill you!"

She let out a scream.

Five fingers forming a claw.

A sharp, seven-colored light blade pops out from the fingertip.

He grabbed Mo Chengyue's throat hard.

This strike.

It was uttered with resentment.

They held nothing back.

The physical strength of a great demon in the transformation stage.

Enough to crush a small hill.

Mo Chengyue lay on the ground.

Watching that deadly claw descend.

He didn't hide.

He didn't even blink.

It was just a strange smile on his lips.

"Buzz—"

Just as the claws were only half an inch away from Mo Chengyue's throat.

A sudden change occurred.

Jin Qiaoqiao's movements suddenly froze.

A sharp pain originating from the depths of one's soul erupted instantly.

"what!"

She screamed in agony.

It's as if all the bones in a person have been removed.

She collapsed limply onto Mo Chengyue.

That sharp claw.

It could not advance even an inch further.

"What's going on...?"

Jin Qiaoqiao clutched her chest.

He was panting heavily.

Cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

She was horrified to discover this.

Deep within one's own consciousness.

An extra golden shackle has been added.

That shackle tightly bound her demonic soul.

As long as she harbors murderous intent towards the man in front of her.

The soul will suffer a backlash as if ants were gnawing at its heart.

"This is impossible..."

"It was clearly my technique of controlling people that I used..."

"I was the one who wanted to keep you as a pet..."

Why...?

"Why is the contract reversed?!"

Mo Chengyue reached out and pushed away the soft, delicate body pressing down on him.

He struggled to sit up.

He lowered his head.

Look at your chest.

There.

A lifelike, colorful peacock totem is slowly fading away.

Every line of that totem.

They are all exactly the same as Jin Qiaoqiao's original self.

And at the center of the totem.

There is an ancient seal script character – “王”.

Mo Chengyue touched the totem.

I felt a sense of kinship and closeness.

And absolute control over the woman in front of him.

"Oh."

He smiled.

His smile was almost irritating.

"Your Highness."

"It seems your business skills aren't very proficient."

Mo Chengyue raised his head.

Looking at Jin Qiaoqiao's utterly devastated expression.

His eyes held a hint of mockery.

"Want to ride me?"

"So you ended up getting yourself into trouble, didn't you?"

Jin Qiaoqiao stared intently at him.

Those phoenix eyes almost seemed to spit fire.

"What exactly did you do?!"

"You despicable and shameless human!"

"Untie the contract!"

"Otherwise, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Mo Chengyue shrugged.

He looked completely innocent.

"This is not my fault."

"You insisted on forcing yourself on me."

"I just..."

"Just going with the flow."

He was speaking.

He took out a blue robe from his storage bag.

He put it on slowly and deliberately.

It covered up the totem that drove Jin Qiaoqiao crazy.

"In ancient times, there was a king who surpassed even the fox spirit, Di Xin."

"Undead Knight Ning Caichen"

"Xu Xian, the Hero of the Grassroots".

Mo Chengyue fastened his belt.

He patted the dust off his clothes.

Look up at the sky.

His face was etched with the marks of time and deep emotion.

"now."

"And then there's me, the monk who drills holes, Mo Chengyue."

"The four of us."

"That's just enough for a mahjong game."

"This cultivation world."

"That's really true..."

"It's full of surprises!"

"puff--"

Jin Qiaoqiao was so angry that she spat out a mouthful of blood.

A monk who drills holes?

That bastard is humiliating her!

They are trampling on the dignity of the peacock clan!