Chapter 558: Reverse Strategy 17!

Chen Yu took the mask, held it in his hand to inspect, "But a skin mask is easily removed; what if it's discovered?"

"This skin mask is different."

Bai Ze secretly grabbed 0731's ear, stopping its urge to jump down and run about.

"Just put it on and you'll know."

Hearing the ice-cold voice of the black-robed figure, Chen Yu dared not ask further.

He carefully applied the mask, and surprisingly found that it felt like real skin, perfectly blending upon contact.

After the mask was fully applied, Chen Yu moved the corners of his mouth, and even he could not find any trace of the edges.

"This!"

He panickedly touched his face; a completely unfamiliar face was filled with alarm, "Can I change back?"

"It doesn't matter; from the moment you put on this mask, you are no longer Chen Yu, and your original appearance has nothing to do with you."

Bai Ze stroked the spine of the beast in his arms, the black robe covering his face making his expression unreadable.

He then tossed out two delicate jade bottles from his sleeve; Chen Yu curiously took them, and merely sniffing them at his nose made his body sway, his gaze becoming dazed, and it took a while before he reacted.

"This is... an aphrodisiac?"

"A potent aphrodisiac; if your methods aren't enough, use this."

0731 let out a soft howl, and in the demon tribe this stuff is quite expensive!

"Go wait at the foot of the mountain; Yue Zongyang's carriage will return shortly."

Bai Ze finished giving all the instructions, worried that this person might still cause trouble, and asked, "Do you still have any concerns?"

Chen Yu tightly gripped the jade bottle, lowered his eyes and thought for a long time, his voice barely audible.

"If I encounter Chen Ning in the Slay Demon Sect, can I kill him outright?"

"As long as you have the ability."

Bai Ze, with a mindset of enjoying the spectacle without fear of big trouble, also didn't impose any restrictions on what he could do.

"Best to cause an uproar in the Slay Demon Sect, turning it upside down."

——

Night fell.

This mountain is usually dangerous, with bandits and monsters roaming year-round, and it borders a burial ground; the carriage convoy proceeds with great caution.

When the road became impossible to see, someone immediately went to consult Yue Zongyang.

"Reporting to the young master, this mountain is extremely perilous and lacks moonlight to guide the way; should we continue onward?"

Hearing the sound outside the carriage, Yue Zongyang lifted the curtain and glanced at the sky.

"Rest, we'll set out again at dawn."

He took off his outer robe, casually draped it to the side, and was about to blow out the candle to rest when he faintly heard someone crying for help.

He paused his actions, listened carefully for a few seconds, confirmed he hadn't misheard, and Yue Zongyang lifted the curtain again, sticking his head out to look.

A flash of purple figure flashed into his view.

Looking, it was indeed a youth, his expression panicked and tense, occasionally glancing backward.

Seeing such an expression, Yue Zongyang immediately dismissed the idea that it was a monster and ordered someone to go help.

When that person ran closer, Yue Zongyang noticed a beast of indeterminate species chasing from behind, its body an eerie white, looking terrifying.

He suddenly frowned, confirming he had never seen such a beast before, and hurriedly jumped down from the carriage.

"Save me......"

The youth, exhausted from running, felt both moved and flustered upon seeing Yue Zongyang send people to help him.

After Yue Zongyang, whose attention had been drawn by the beast, got a clear look at the youth's appearance, he stood frozen in place.

His peerless visage could be called a mountain specter, captivating the heart and soul, yet because of his overly fearful gaze, the uncanny quality was somewhat diminished, leaving him appearing innocent and pitiful.

At this moment, being stared at by such a youth, Yue Zongyang gave a light cough, presenting himself as the very image of a graceful gentleman.

"Who are you, and why are you here?"

As he spoke, he gestured to the disciples rushing forward, insisting they capture the beast alive.

"I... I am Ji Qiu, originally a resident living at the foot of the mountain," Ji Qiu sobbed, evoking sympathy, "That beast devoured my parents... I now have no home."

Yue Zongyang indeed smelled a strong stench of blood, and seeing that the person had no trace of internal energy, he truly felt pity.

"Sir, please have pity on me; if you save me, let me serve by your side, would that be alright?"

Ji Qiu seized Yue Zongyang's arm, as if using all his courage, a tear from the corner of his eye landing precisely on his fingertip.

In the cool night, that drop of tear seemed especially heart-stirring.

In a daze, Yue Zongyang could even faintly smell an extraordinary fragrance emanating from that person.

He couldn't help but draw a deep breath, and instantly a veil of mist covered his eyes.

At that moment, Ji Qiu, seeing his lack of response, shook his arm again in pleading.

"Please, sir, I'll do anything; as long as you save me, I will henceforth be yours."

Not far away, the Slay Demon Sect disciples still battling the beast occasionally let out anguished cries, but Yue Zongyang ignored them, as if only he and the peerless youth before him remained in the world.

"The Slay Demon Sect has always taken upholding justice as its duty; since you are so pitiful, why not return with me, the young master, to the Slay Demon Sect and become an ordinary outer disciple?"

"Thank you, sir!"

Like a taut string finally relaxed, Ji Qiu, having just finished his excited thanks, pressed his forehead and swayed his body, his face turning deathly pale.

He pitched forward, falling straight into Yue Zongyang's arms, the latter not avoiding him, merely supporting his shoulder and asking, "Are you still alright?"

"I... I feel dizzy."

Ji Qiu weakly spoke those words, then completely fainted, his whole body going limp as he leaned against Yue Zongyang's embrace, losing all consciousness.

Yue Zongyang instinctively caught him, hoisting him horizontally in his arms, and once again was bewitched by that special, utterly enchanting fragrance, feeling that the youth before him was utterly captivating.

He held the person and went straight back to his own carriage, even placing them on the couch where he originally rested.

Soon after, he heard the startled cries of the disciples outside.

"The demon beast ran away!"

"Stop it quickly!!"

Another bout of chaos and turmoil ensued.

"Young master! That demon beast escaped! Its strength is too overwhelming; we truly are no match for it!"

Someone immediately crawled over to report, even preparing themselves to be scolded while sitting.

Who would have thought the carriage only transmitted a faint response: "It's fine, it's not your fault, continue resting."

"... Yes!"

That disciple felt very strange.

The young master is unusually easy to talk to tonight, huh.

Yue Zongyang took off his outer garment, thinking as a gentleman not to seek advantage; he had originally planned to rest properly on the other side, but as the night deepened, he increasingly felt his whole body hot and unbearable.

He suddenly opened his eyes, lifted the blanket on his chest, and, using the dim moonlight, saw clearly the youth on the other side.

Just then, Ji Qiu actually Dazed also woke up, he half-supported his body sitting up, as if bewildered by the scene, his originally loose outer shirt fell off instantly.

He let out a soft exclamation, straightened his clothes, and lifted his gaze to see the lifesaver with deep, dark eyes.

"Young master... is this your carriage?"

Yes, you fainted just now.