Chapter 114: The Craft of Deception
Main quest?
Dizang Xiantie?
When Young Master Sang heard those words, he froze for a moment, then immediately realized something.
“Wow! I was wondering why you’ve been slacking off until now, but suddenly you’re so eager to strategize this time.”
“You’re thinking about the main quest, aren’t you?”
【If it weren’t for the unavoidable nature of this task, the system wouldn’t recommend the host to complete it.】
Nian Nian’s form slowly materialized next to them, her eyes darting awkwardly behind her black-framed glasses: “I’ve been trying really hard to help the host avoid this outcome.”
“Who would’ve thought… the host got so caught up in pretending to be powerful that they actually bought into it.”
She shot a disdainful glare at Young Master Sang after she finished speaking.
He chuckled sheepishly.
“That Dizang Xiantie you mentioned… could it be Gu Yingmian’s sword?”
“The Dream Jun Sword was forged from Dizang Xiantie, and after years of nurturing from Gu Yingmian herself, it’s now perfectly bonded with her.”
Nian Nian adjusted her glasses: “If the host can obtain the Dream Jun Sword, Gu Yingmian will lose her fighting spirit.”
“Even… you could use the Dream Jun Sword to influence Gu Yingmian directly.”
Young Master Sang nodded thoughtfully.
“But the core issue still isn’t solved! How would a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator like me snatch it away from a Mahayana-level expert?”
“Does the host only have one option in their head, that of robbery?” Nian Nian looked at him disdainfully.
“What else is there? I’m a demon cultivator; snatching things is basically my job!”
“Can’t you use deceit instead?”
Young Master Sang: “…Huh?”
Nian Nian looked at him as if he were a total disappointment, tiptoeing closer to whisper in his ear.
Meanwhile, Hua Jianglian watched as Young Master Sang fluctuated between anger, gloominess, and confusion, looking like he was dancing with thin air.
Hua Jianglian couldn’t help but get a bit worried.
Could this kid have so much mental pressure that he’s gone insane?
But soon, Young Master Sang’s eyes lit up as he clapped his hands joyfully: “Got it! This is my specialty!”
Hua Jianglian: “? What’s your specialty?”
“Deception and trickery!”
As soon as Young Master Sang said that, he quickly amended, “No, I mean, conveying emotions and reason. Hehe.”
Hua Jianglian: “…What, are you planning to talk Gu Yingmian to death?”
“Not at all.”
Young Master Sang flirtatiously flipped his hair: “I plan to use my silver tongue to convince her that she can’t win and that she should surrender willingly and even acknowledge me as her master.”
Hua Jianglian: “?”
Oh no.
He really has lost it.
The thought that one of her most loyal and capable subordinates had fallen to the point of spouting nonsense made Hua Jianglian feel an overwhelming wave of sadness.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she patted Young Master Sang’s shoulder solemnly, saying:
“Don’t worry, little Sang.”
“The company will take good care of your wife and harem; we won’t forget everything you’ve done for the company.”
Young Master Sang: “…Can you say something more cheerful?”
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The demon cult’s promotion ceremony successfully concluded.
From this day forward, the entire cultivation world knew that a ruthless Jail Master had emerged from the demon cult.
Rumors about him quickly spread throughout the cultivation world.
However, as these tales circulated, their versions became increasingly outrageous.
Some said he entered the path through dual cultivation, preferring to pick young, beautiful women as his furnace and devour their essence, feasting on seven or eight lovely virgins in one sitting.
Others claimed he was perverse by nature, enjoying to imprison and torture married women, especially savoring the thrill of violating their wives before their husbands.
Still others insisted he had a preference for young girls, even suggesting that the current leader of the demon cult, Hua Jianglian, was his own illegitimate daughter.
In short, as the versions evolved over time, Young Master Sang’s image transformed into that of a three-headed, six-armed, fearsome demon lord who taught single women not to walk alone at night and silenced children’s cries.
…
And at that moment, the main subject of these tales sat comfortably at home, enjoying a lavish dinner prepared by his wife and the maid.
“…On a business trip?” Zhang Xiaoying asked, puzzled.
“Yeah,” Young Master Sang replied, grabbing a chopstick full of veggies, “I have to travel far for this trip, and I probably won’t be back for a while.”
“During that time, I’m counting on you to keep the household together. We have a house full of demons to manage without you.”
“Hey.” Si Jingzhu, who was busy eating, looked up disgruntled, rice stuck to the corner of her mouth, “Who are you calling a demon?”
“Whoever has rice stuck to their mouth is a demon.”
Young Master Sang nonchalantly wiped the rice from the corner of her mouth, making Si Jingzhu’s cheeks flush as she looked down in embarrassment.
Zhang Xiaoying still felt a twinge of reluctance and softly said, “Going on such a long business trip, it wouldn’t be right for my husband to go without anyone taking care of him. Let me accompany you…”
“I want to as well.”
Young Master Sang sighed, “But this time it’s a solo mission; it’s inconvenient to bring family along.”
“Otherwise, I would’ve been fidgety for ages without being able to be intimate with my wife.”
“Sorry to make you feel wronged.” He gently pinched Zhang Xiaoying’s face.
Zhang Xiaoying slowly lowered her gaze, blushing slightly, “You’re too kind. As a wife, this is what I’m supposed to do.”
Young Master Sang looked deeply moved: “Little Ying…”
“Husband…”
Just as the two looked like they were about to get all lovey-dovey at the dinner table, Shi Qingyan cleared her throat to interrupt, asking:
“When are you leaving?”
“No rush; I should have some time to prepare.”
Young Master Sang thought for a moment and added, “These few days I can finish up some work, and I should spend more time with Little Ying.”
Shi Qingyan rolled her eyes.
She poked at her food with her chopsticks while muttering, “I knew you’d only want to keep Little Ying company.”
“After I leave, Aunt Yu, you better keep an eye on the house; don’t let anyone rob us while I’m away.”
Yu Xia respectfully replied, “Rest assured, sir. I’ll ensure the safety of madam and the young ladies.”
Young Master Sang nodded and sighed regretfully one last time.
“sigh”
Although he briefly enjoyed being revered and feared as the Demon Cult Master, at the end of the day, he was still just an overworked employee.
To keep his job, he had to leave for work when told.
It seemed these nights he’d need to gather extra rations ahead of time.
After dinner, Yan Rouwan finished feeding her cat and went home, while Zhang Xiaoying and Aunt Yu washed the dishes in the kitchen, and Si Jingzhu cleaned the table with Shi Qingyan.
At that moment, a knock echoed from the door.
Who could it be? Did Yan Rouwan leave something behind?
Young Master Sang wiped his hands and went to open the door.
But the moment he opened it, he froze.
Standing at the door was not Yan Rouwan, but rather an equally stunning woman.
The woman wore a seductive rose-red gown, the petals blooming at her subtly exposed neckline. The tight-fitting skirt accentuated her luscious curves, her waist and hips looking exceptionally enticing.
It seemed she had deliberately put on exquisite makeup; her bright red lips were eye-catching, and her long, beautiful lashes glimmered as she offered a playful smile to Young Master Sang.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in for a seat?”
Meng Qiyan asked softly.
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