Chapter 70: Yu is not, she is the Jade Concubine

"I... where am I?"

Yu Chunlan was the first to break the silence.

She had been the last to tear open the Ten-Thousand-Mile Teleportation Talisman; the moment she landed, before she could even collect her wits, she shook her dizzy head and struggled to stand up.

It was precisely at this moment that she noticed the two men beside her.

Yu Chunlan was startled, but she subconsciously tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and spoke in a gentle, soft voice.

"You... may I ask..."

Unfortunately, before she could even finish her sentence, two sharp, murderous auras lunged toward her face!

Yu Chunlan's pupils constricted, and without a word, she flashed and vanished.

Seeing this, Qin Yuan felt an incomparable restlessness in his heart.

Dantai Jingcheng felt much the same.

The thoughts in their minds were identical.

Although the man before them was detestable, this woman made them covet her even more.

It was their innate intuition, as if this woman possessed some rare and precious treasure; the moment their gazes met in the air, the two had already decided to deal with Yu Chunlan first.

Seeing that Yu Chunlan was actually able to vanish into thin air without any spatial fluctuations, the two were even more certain.

She must possess a great treasure!

Once they killed her and obtained the treasure, it would not be too late to kill the other!

—This was the thought shared by both Dantai Jingcheng and Qin Yuan.

In this narrow space, the intertwining of interests and greed layered upon one another, rapidly twisting together.

If one did not look closely, one could only see the shadows of three monsters with connected motives, constantly expanding and merging.

The Demon Realm.

The Demon Realm, independent of any minor world, was a forbidden land that the Human Race must not step into.

Magma and quicksand covered the ground, flowing slowly and concealing the invisible, lethal dangers beneath.

A wild gale roared.

The formless wind crashed against the rocky cliffs, echoing with the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling, stripping away all visible signs of life.

This was the endless abyss.

There was only Demon Qi capable of killing everything.

Dark elements from all directions converged into torrents, the dense black mist refusing to dissipate, eventually condensing into the shadows of brutal and ferocious demon beasts.

It was as if the messengers of the Demon God had descended upon the mortal world.

This was a savage continent.

It was, furthermore, the Demon Realm upon which the Demon Race relied for survival.

Apart from the Demon Race, no other race could survive here.

This place should have been quiet.

Quiet to the point of being heavy with death.

In the dilapidated, desolate, and ancient palace, a fair, white hand suddenly parted a door and stepped out from within; the golden bells on her feet instantly chimed, echoing through the palace.

Her white hair, winding down to her feet, hung quietly.

Yun Ji lowered her eyes without a word and stood silently on the ground; behind her was the late-arriving Sang Ji.

Although both were demonesses, their temperaments were different, and their strengths were even more so.

Sang Ji's blood-red skirt swayed gracefully as she brushed past Yun Ji's feet, walking step by step toward the throne.

The moment she stepped onto the throne, a dense, dark aura surged, instantly forming a phantom Demon upon the seat.

The Demon Lord had descended.

Yun Ji was instantly unable to withstand the crushing pressure of the bloodline aura; the white-haired demoness, who was extremely arrogant even before Lu Ren, fell to her knees with a thud, her body limp and trembling violently.

Sang Ji also felt discomfort, but she leaned obediently against the immensely large Demon Lord.

Compared to the Demon Lord's ferocious physique, the soft and fair-skinned Sang Ji looked like an exquisite doll.

"I... this concubine has failed in her duty; I beg the Demon Lord to punish me."

Yun Ji's voice trembled as she struggled to adjust her posture, keeping both knees on the ground with her head pressed tightly against them, looking like a harmless lamb.

The Demon Lord's figure slowly emerged from the obscuring mist, bringing with it an even more terrifying pressure that struck fear into the demons.

His wings were broad and ferocious; a single bone wing, when spread, was about four meters long.

The Demon Lord was bare-chested, and from his shoulders to his chest, his entire upper body was covered in dense, sharp bone spikes.

In the center of his chest, there was a blood-red bead, slowly burning with a scorching flame.

Following his pale white bones downward was a thick, impenetrable black mist, through which only the vaguely protruding grey-white bones could be seen.

Sang Ji flicked her heart-shaped tail, her pair of beautiful purple eyes watching Yun Ji, who was prostrate on the ground.

Around her, the dark elements receded slightly, revealing the floor of the palace covered in grey-white bones.

The dense mass of grey-white bones converged into a vast ocean, exceptionally desolate and shocking. The bone lamps burned, and the sound of bells dissipated.

The Demon Lord's voice suddenly rang out: "Yun Ji, come forward."

Yun Ji dared not disobey and trembled as she moved forward, but in the next second, she was directly grabbed by the throat and lifted up.

She began to kick her legs in terror, her white hair twisted and chaotic.

"Wrong... I was wrong... This concubine knows she was wrong, spare me, spare..."

Before the words were finished, her neck let out a sharp, crisp snap.

The Demon Race, who would normally find it difficult to die even with their hearts pierced, saw their flames of life vanish with a boom, transforming into streams of energy that surged into the Demon Lord's form, causing the Demon Lord's already soaring life aura to skyrocket once more.

"Those who fail their missions, die."

As the Demon Lord's voice fell, he left without mercy, vanishing into concealment.

In the palace, only Sang Ji remained on the cold throne, still maintaining her posture of snuggling.

After a long while, she finally moved.

Her stiff limbs slowly stirred, and Sang Ji's heart-shaped tail drooped onto the floor.

A flame of unwillingness flickered in her eyes.

Bloodline.

She was a lowly Succubus.

Therefore, even if her strength were greater than the Demon Lord's, she could only be the Demon Lord's plaything.

Unwillingness.

Yet, no matter how unwilling she was, she could not defy her own instincts.

But.

She was not willing.

Sang Ji lowered her eyelids, crimson blood and wisps of shredded flesh seeping from her fingertips.

The chunks of flesh and blood used the Demon Qi in the palace to reorganize, gradually constructing a body.

A fair-skinned shell, delicate and soft limbs, a charming and graceful face, long, pitch-black hair hanging down...

Sang Ji expressionlessly flicked her fingers lightly.

A perfect female body took shape in her hands.

But this was merely a shell.

Sang Ji had many such shells; they were bodies she had molded time and time again in her desire to rebel, but they were nothing more than inanimate objects that could not move.

She was merely a Succubus.

How could she possibly possess the authority of a Creator?

But...

"This time is different..." Sang Ji whispered softly, a song like that of a siren overflowing from her throat, filled with absolute delight.

She made no attempt to hide, for she knew the Demon Lord's arrogance would prevent him from paying attention to anything here.

Sang Ji's eyes grew brighter.

Her purple eyes faintly radiated light in the darkness.

She suddenly plunged her hand into her own chest and withdrew a mass of black Qi.

This was resentment.

It was the final breath of a person at the moment of death, a life-force saturated with resentment, hatred, despair, and unwillingness.

The resentment entered the body, intertwining with the Demon Qi.

And then, there was the soul.

When she felt that monstrous resentment and hatred, she had already rushed to the vicinity, where she saw the dead female corpse and the dead wolf, and casually collected the female corpse's soul.

Now.

It was just the right time to use it.

The soul, which had been nurtured within Sang Ji's body and was emitting a glowing purple light, merged into the perfectly shaped body.

At that instant, the desolate Demon Realm seemed to tremble for a moment.

A pair of eyes radiating purple light suddenly opened, black hair surged to cover the body, and her toes landed lightly on the ground.

With a gentle smile on her lips, Sang Ji pulled the person into her embrace, as if treating her most cherished child.

"From now on, you shall be called Yu Ji."

"Is that good?"

Yu...

A flash of intense struggle crossed Yu Ji's brow, but it was quickly suppressed by her demonic nature.

She nodded gently.

"Yu Ji, I am... Yu Ji."

(End of chapter)