Chapter 552: Reverse Strategy 11

As soon as the words fell, Jin Chen grabbed him and pressed him against the poolside, his neck craned back, his thin lips roving freely over his collarbone.

"Looks like I should feed you till you're full."

Chenshu cursed under his breath, "old fox," and slightly dodged away, shy and timid, "Great King! I'm starving... about to faint from hunger."

However, after a thousand years of vegetarianism, the old fox suddenly turned to meat—how could he be an arrow nocked on the bow yet still able to let the string down?

Jin Chen didn't stop his action, and again passed a mouthful of demonic energy into his belly.

Good, indeed he no longer felt hungry.

Chenshu's teeth itched with anger, and he bit the lip that came near him in venting his fury, merely able to let it be taken.

Even when the moon rose high, they never ceased.

Meanwhile, the Slay Demon Sect disciples probing outside the barrier, upon sensing that no vital spirit remained inside the seal, concluded that the Chenshu sent in had been devoured by the Killing Formation General, becoming part of the seal.

They hurriedly reported this news to the Slay Demon Sect's Young Master who had come to the Chen family to attend Chen Yu's funeral—namely, the protagonist, Yue Zongyang.

"The vital spirits have completely vanished; the seal is obviously very stable. Should we begin the next step?"

After hearing this, Yue Zongyang did not make an immediate decision, but instead asked the young man beside him.

He wore a mask, his neck covered in black runes, dressed in dark robes, looking gloomy and eerie.

If Chenshu were here, he would surely toss this person out at once; this person is the Slay Demon Sect's Protector, Xuanmo, and also a capable aide who helps the protagonist achieve great undertakings.

"Young Master, don't act rashly; the Sect Leader hasn't given orders yet, so just leave it for now."

Xuanmo's voice was also eerily strange, like a sound squeezed straight from his throat, harsh to the ear.

In his deep, dark pupils there was no emotion at all; he really didn't look like a normal person.

Chen Ning was still seeing for the first time this legendary Slay Demon Sect Protector who could slay hundreds of demons single-handedly, and inexplicably felt somewhat uneasy.

Yet because of his connection with Yue Zongyang, this relationship really couldn't be left unattended.

Thinking of this, Chen Ning lowered his eyes, suppressing the emotion within, rose with a smile and said: "It's troublesome that the Protector has thought so thoroughly; Uncle Yue will return from Yaogong in a few days, and then we can handle the seal matter without delay."

Xuanmo glanced at Chen Ning, said nothing more, and changed the subject.

"Your younger brother was used as a sacrificial offering, your brother was killed by demon cultivators, yet you feel no sorrow, staying utterly calm."

Yue Zongyang frowned, somewhat displeased: "Xuanmo, don't talk nonsense; this isn't something Chen Ning can decide."

Chen Ning lowered his gaze, his expression sorrowful, his bamboo-like bearing also gaining a hint of grievance.

"As descendants of the Demon-catching Clan, there are things we cannot refuse; if... Father says I am to be sacrificed, it is also our duty without hesitation."

Those words sounded somewhat hypocritical, but Yue Zongyang detected nothing of the sort; instead, he felt a pang of pity and lifted his lowered hands.

"Ning'er's willingness to give everything with this heart is already exceedingly precious."

Chen Ning, moved, pressed his lips together; his restrained affection also slowly flowed, able to let Yue Zongyang feel it clearly: "You just need to believe me."

He slowly leaned against Yue Zongyang's shoulder.

Xuanmo admired this scene, his expression behind the mask obscure, eventually turning into a smile full of deep meaning.

From an angle Yue Zongyang couldn't see, he fixed his gaze on Chen Ning's pupils, straight and unwavering, yet devoid of spirit.

Like the eyes of a corpse.

Chen Ning was frightened by his own thought, hastily averted his gaze, and at the same time could only temporarily abandon the idea of improving relations with Xuanmo.

This person is really quite strange.

"Young Master, the Old Master says the time has come; we can let the Second Young Master close the hall—please come over."

A servant came to report; Chen Ning wiped the corner of his eyes where no tears existed, and in a hoarse voice said: "I'll be right over."

"Don't be sad, I'll accompany you over."

Usually as pure as water, the gentleman's tears made him all the more pitiable; Yue Zongyang hurriedly embraced his shoulders to comfort him, and they went out together.

Xuanmo lagged half a step behind; after the two's backs disappeared, he summoned back the person who had just reported on the seal barrier.

"Go report to the Sect Leader; the affair of various sects intruding into Yaogong is complicated. If you can't spare the time to come, I can serve in his stead."

"Yes."

That person quickly obeyed, vanishing into the Chen family courtyard in a few moments.

Xuanmo rolled up his sleeve and glanced at his wrist.

The runes had already grown from his wrist to his forearm, spreading like meridians, looking eerie and terrifying.

He looked at it expressionlessly, lowered his sleeve, and followed to the spirit hall.

"My son... how can Mother live on after you've left?!"

The Senior Lady wept heart-wrenchingly; anyone could see her grief.

The boy's face in the coffin was covered in wounds; even after washing, he could not regain his original appearance.

The guests couldn't help but sigh; although the Chen family's Second Young Master lacked the cleverness of the Eldest Young Master, Chen Ning, he was still talented—who would have thought he'd end up like this?

The Chen family head also stood beside the coffin, face full of sorrow, his whole person seeming to have slumped considerably; some guessed that losing two sons in succession would deal him the greatest blow.

But now, of the three sons only one remains; Chen Ning is also engaged to the Slay Demon Sect, so it's clear who will be the future head of the Chen family.

After Xuanmo arrived, he stood behind Yue Zongyang, his dark eyes behind the mask scanning the disfigured corpse in the coffin, then looking at the Chen family members feigning grief.

He frowned slightly, puzzled, as if he had discovered something.

This scene was clearly seen by the two systems within the space.

0731 scratched his head, "How come Xuanmo feels different from the description in the original plot?"

"Wasn't he supposed to become a capable aide to Chen Ning and Yue Zongyang? Why does he suddenly harbor such strong hostility toward Chen Ning?"

White Marsh also found it strange; compared to the original plot's description of Xuanmo, this person seems smarter and more adept at strategic planning.

Yet upon probing, he showed no dark power whatsoever.

White Marsh said: "Now both masters are trapped by the seal; they have no plan to leave anytime soon, so we must quickly plant someone inside the Slay Demon Sect."

Its furry beast paws scraped the ground, as if pondering something.

0731 proposed: "Why not let Chen Yu go! As for who now hates Chen Ning to the bone, it's only him."

It nuzzled Bai Ze's wings, "Boss, what do you think?"

"Okay, I'll contact the puppet clone."

Bai Ze felt it was very feasible, and rubbed the rainbow head to show encouragement.

It told Chenshu every detail of what had happened, and he had no objection to the disposal of Chen Yu.

Chenshu lazily rested in Jin Chen's embrace, squinting his eyes; his long hair had been dried by internal energy, scattered across the jade bed, and Jin Chen slowly channeled Monster Power to ease his discomfort.

The warm, cozy feeling inside his body was very comfortable, and he was already half-asleep.