Chapter One Hundred and Five: I Am Your Little Puppy
The battlefield was chaotic, with spells flying everywhere.
In the midst of a dangerously intense duel, Meng Qiyan still managed to fall back while fighting, retreating behind her junior brothers and sisters. She shouted sternly:
“Run! I can hold them off, go back and tell Master to hurry—”
Before she could finish her sentence.
A dagger pierced through her abdomen, splattering blood, which stained her eyes red.
As she turned her head, the three junior brothers and sisters smiled at her, their expressions shallow and peaceful.
Their gaze towards her was full of regret.
“Sorry, Senior Sister.”
“We know Master favors you, and while you are in the sect, the Sect Leader position has nothing to do with us.”
“So… we naturally have ways to protect ourselves.”
“But Senior Sister, you can’t come back with us anymore.”
Meng Qiyan could only widen her eyes, deeply staring at them.
As if she wanted to engrave their expressions, demeanor, and faces deep into her bones.
The more innocent they looked, the more harmless and smiling they appeared.
The more she hated them to the bone.
In the next moment, the scene flickered.
Those three innocent smiles twisted into endless terror, grotesque and contorted.
“Don’t… Senior Sister! I was wrong! Please don’t kill us!”
“Don’t! Save me! No…”
Meng Qiyan was holding a knife, mechanically repeating the stabbing motion.
Blood splattered across their faces; all she remembered was slicing them open, gutting them, tearing them apart.
Even that wasn’t enough to quench her hatred. In the end, when the blade was dull, she bit and clawed, ripping them apart without stopping.
Die.
Die, all of you.
I want you to pay back your blood debts in the most painful way possible.
Those who betrayed me, abandoned me, slandered me.
All of you…
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It seemed the taste of blood in her mouth was too strong.
Meng Qiyan was hazily awakened by that sweet, coppery smell, her beautiful eyes gradually revealing clarity.
She glanced down at the hand she had bitten.
The man didn’t seem to feel pain; the flesh he had bitten was a bloody mess, almost bone-deep, yet he sat silently beside her.
With the other hand, he gently petted her hair, as if stroking a frazzled little puppy.
“Awake?” Seeing her slowly release her bite, Young Master Sang asked with a smile, “Feeling better?”
Meng Qiyan didn’t answer.
She stared deeply at Young Master Sang’s palm, silent for a long time before bitterly saying:
“… Idiot. Doesn’t it hurt?”
“It hurts. Of course it hurts.”
Young Master Sang sighed deeply: “I don’t know whose little puppy got all riled up; biting people left and right, and biting so hard.”
“Sigh, looks like I have another excuse to take a sick leave for a rabies vaccine.”
Meng Qiyan abruptly chuckled softly, her eyes locking onto Young Master Sang’s:
“… Who is your little puppy? I’m not a puppy.”
“Whoever bites me and won’t let go is the little puppy.”
“I’m not!”
“You are!”
……
After simply applying some medicine to Young Master Sang’s wound, Meng Qiyan’s gaze lingered on his palm, filled with heartache and pity.
“This is a trap.”
“I know.”
“I sent a message to the sect.”
“I know.”
“Then why did you still come?”
“Employees of the Demon Cult come with their own personal safety insurance,” Young Master Sang said seriously. “If something happens to you at your position, it counts as an occupational injury.”
“And the Demon Cult is rather poor right now; if you get hurt, we can’t afford to pay for compensation, so we’ll have to save you.”
Meng Qiyan shot him a resentful glare: “With such a good chance, can’t you say something nice to cheer me up?”
Young Master Sang wasn’t very good at sweet talk.
He thought for a long time before scratching his head and saying:
“In fact, you can be assured, I will not abandon you.”
“So next time, please don’t bite so hard, okay?”
When he said “I won’t abandon you,” Meng Qiyan’s beautiful eyes momentarily lost focus.
She remained silent for a while, then gently leaned down.
A soft pink tongue poked out from her red lips, tenderly licking the wound on Young Master Sang’s hand.
The motion was delicate, moist, and tingling, slowly traveling from his fingertips to the back of his hand.
So earnestly licking.
Young Master Sang smiled and said: “You still say you’re not a little puppy.”
But this time, Meng Qiyan didn’t retort.
“You’re right.”
“… I am the little puppy you picked up.” She suddenly laughed.
As long as you don’t abandon me again.
I will treat you as my entire world, filling all my heart and eyes with you.
Young Master Sang reached out to ruffle her hair.
Meng Qiyan also comfortably squinted her eyes, holding his palm against her cheek and gently rubbing it.
Like a pet enjoying its owner’s affection.
“Let’s go.”
“Finding the lost little puppy, we should head home now,” Young Master Sang said softly.
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When they emerged from the maze of the Water Moon Sect, Master Yu Xia had already handled everything regarding the sect.
Her actions were even cleaner and quicker than Young Master Sang had imagined.
The few elders who betrayed the sect and colluded with other sects had all been personally dealt with by her, their cultivation forcibly abolished.
And as for the disciples, she didn’t make things difficult; those willing to follow her could, and those who didn’t could leave on the spot.
In the end, Master Yu Xia only took a dozen shadow disciples and the accumulated treasures of the Water Moon Sect over the years, returning to Young Master Sang’s side.
“Have you taken all the valuable things?”
“Everything that can be taken is here.” Master Yu Xia slowly took out a storage ring, “But the most valuable item of the Water Moon Sect is the underground spirit vein beneath the Immortal Mountain.”
“The spirit vein can enrich the spiritual energy in this area, making it a suitable paradise for cultivation. However, this item cannot be easily moved.”
Young Master Sang thought for a moment: “What if we establish a branch of the Demon Cult here?”
“Since this place is just lying vacant, it’s better than letting it go cheap to outsiders.”
“Our Demon Cult has reached a bottleneck and needs to expand and attract investment.”
Master Yu Xia lowered her head: “All according to the Lord’s orders.”
Actually, Young Master Sang’s idea wasn’t without merit.
For years, the Demon Cult had been a target of everyone’s disdain, barely surviving in the cracks under pressure from a few orthodox sects.
If it weren’t for the fact that those orthodox sects harbored their own schemes and weren’t united, the Demon Cult’s situation would have been even more dire.
But now, the Demon Cult had not only seized the foundation of the Water Moon Sect but also gained a heavyweight like Master Yu Xia as part of their force.
Should their expansion go well, the Demon Cult might just have the strength to stand up against the righteous sects openly.
Of course.
Young Master Sang’s main goal wasn’t that.
Since the Demon Cult needed to set up a branch, there was bound to be personnel adjustments and supplementation.
With such a good foundation at the Water Moon Sect, the estimated scale of the branch would probably be similar to the main company.
At that time, they would likely need to set up divisions for the Heavenly Punishment Department and the Punishment Department, etc.…
If they were also lacking talent over there.
Wouldn’t that give him a chance for promotion?
Thinking about this time when no one was competing with him for the position of head of the Punishment Department, Young Master Sang immediately felt refreshed and full of motivation.
“Very good!”
“Perfectly wrapped up, let’s go back to the company with good news!”
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