Chapter 380: Tonight’s Dream Material Has Arrived
Si Jingzhu was still in a daze.
Noticing her expression, Ying Huan thought she was moved by his words, so he pumped up his enthusiasm to explain even more.
“I have investigated your background.”
“After being taken back to the sect by the Sect Leader of the Water Moon Sect, you were raised as a foster daughter, living a life of luxury and pampering every day.”
“But… a tragic event occurred!”
“One day, evil Demon Cultivators launched a sinister plot and captured the Sect Leader of the Water Moon Sect, seizing the territory for themselves.”
“In a single night, countless fairy-like maidens fell into the hands of the Demon Cultivators, suffering unjustly.”
“Even you, the Original Immortal, were not spared.”
Seemingly trying to make his words more impactful, Ying Huan’s tone dripped with sadness and heaviness, as if he felt it deeply himself.
“Poor Original Immortal! Your innocent and sacred body has fallen into the hands of the infamous Master of Punishment, Young Master Sang!”
“I’ve heard you endured the most horrible humiliation, torment, and bullying from that degenerate! Your innocence, gone, and you were tortured beyond recognition!”
“That degenerate wasn’t satisfied and even wanted to take you into his harem, tirelessly pursuing you day and night… sigh…”
He finished with a heavy sigh.
Si Jingzhu: “…What?”
“Even in that degenerate’s household, your status is lowly, and you suffer constant humiliation.” Ying Huan continued, “Both that degenerate and the fairy-like maidens he captured join forces to bully you, leaving you melancholic and crying nightly…”
As he spoke, Ying Huan seemed to be overwhelmed by his own sympathy, looking at Si Jingzhu with pity.
Si Jingzhu stared blankly, perplexed.
Me?
Humiliated by Young Master Sang? Bullied? Even tortured?
And taken into a harem, tirelessly involved in… that?
What timeline is this?
Can I hurry back before it’s too late?
Such good fortune, I wouldn’t even dare to dream about it!
“Um—”
Just as Si Jingzhu was about to speak, Ying Huan shook his head with a sympathetic look: “No need to say more, my lord. I understand.”
“You must not wish to recall these sad memories. It’s my fault for reopening your wounds.”
“But it will all end now.”
Ying Huan’s tone shifted to a chilling declaration: “That degenerate’s days of tyranny are numbered!”
Hearing this, Si Jingzhu finally became interested: “So, do you have a way to deal with Young Master Sang?”
“To be honest.”
Ying Huan looked around and then whispered to Si Jingzhu: “Although a Dachi-level cultivator has almost seized the world’s essence, it’s still very difficult to fall.”
“But difficult doesn’t mean impossible.”
“In our Demon Clan, there happens to be a method to silently erase that degenerate without a trace.”
Si Jingzhu’s first reaction was to think this guy was full of hot air.
If the Demon Clan could truly do that, wouldn’t they have acted already? How is Young Master Sang still alive and well?
But becoming cautious, Si Jingzhu still asked tentatively:
“What method? Is it reliable?”
“Absolutely reliable.”
Ying Huan replied seriously: “That is… poisoning!”
The two stared at each other.
After a long pause, Si Jingzhu couldn’t hold back: “…That’s it? Is there nothing else?”
“Yes.”
Of course.
There really was a moment of concern that they might actually have a way to deal with Young Master Sang, what a silly thought!
Holding back inner disbelief, Si Jingzhu continued: “You must be joking, can poison really kill a Dachi-level?”
“Ah, you see, my lord.”
Ying Huan said confidently: “Our Snake Demon tribe has a current leader who is a Dachi-level eight-thousand-year-old Purple Gold Ghost Mark Python. They devoted their life to researching toxins and combined the venoms of over eight hundred different snakes in our tribe to create a deadly poison that even Dachi-level cultivators dread.”
“As long as Young Master Sang gets hit by this poison, even he, a Dachi-level cultivator, could meet his demise!”
Si Jingzhu nodded deeply, seemingly satisfied with Ying Huan’s plan.
“So the problem arises: that impressive Snake Demon elder can take on Young Master Sang? Can they even make him get poisoned?”
“Well…” Ying Huan suddenly looked awkward, “To be honest, that Snake Demon elder is too focused on research and may not be strong enough to win.”
“But who says you need to beat him to poison him?”
“After all, there’s you, my lord.” Ying Huan chuckled.
Si Jingzhu blinked in confusion: “Me? What do you mean?”
“Aren’t you still in Young Master Sang’s harem?”
With a sly grin, Ying Huan said: “We can hand over this deadly poison to you. It’s colorless and tasteless; simply drop it into the tea cup he drinks regularly, and after a few doses, he’ll meet his demise without realizing it.”
“When that happens, you can personally take down the degenerate who tarnished your innocence and finally take revenge! How delightful!”
Si Jingzhu suddenly looked enlightened.
Ying Huan also gazed at her, and they shared a mutual laugh.
“Just how long will it take for this poison to take effect?”
“Very soon. The Snake Demon elder has already calculated precisely. It just requires one hundred thirty-four years, seven months, one day, and eight hours.”
Si Jingzhu: “…Excuse me?”
“One hundred thirty-four years and seven months and—”
“Not repeating that!”
Si Jingzhu nearly lost it: “Over a hundred years?! Is this how your Demon Clan plans things?”
Ying Huan was stunned for a moment and then weakly replied: “Well, our lifespans indeed surpass those of humans, so over a hundred years really isn’t that long for us—”
Si Jingzhu: “No.”
Surely.
The second time I worried they might really have a plan to kill Young Master Sang, I truly seem to be a fool!
Not to mention, Young Master Sang has already absorbed the powers of my Original Immortal, so in over a hundred years, he’d have already ascended.
Do these Demon Clans not seem the sharpest tools in the shed?
Why does Young Master Sang even bother to send them on errands?
“Alright, I see how it is.”
Si Jingzhu grew tired of questioning and waved her hand dismissively: “Who believes you? Your brains must’ve been squeezed by the door. Just go cool off somewhere.”
“Wait!”
Ying Huan panicked: “Are you saying the timeline is too long? Then, we can increase the dosage! As long as you poison his meals three times a day, it’ll only take seventy-eight years, eleven months, and—”
“Stop. That gives me a headache.”
“Then, you think this is too easy on that guy?”
Ying Huan continued: “Once that degenerate is weakened from the poison, my master can personally capture him and present him to you.”
“That way, he’ll be exclusively yours, and whatever you want to do to him—get your revenge, unleash your anger—you can do as you please, right?”
Those words actually made Si Jingzhu’s eyes brighten a little.
Exclusively… mine?
Then can I demand he does those things to me that Ying Huan just mentioned, for real?
Awesome.
Tonight’s dream material has been decided!
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