There was an added trace of murderous aura, and a trace of satiation.
His deanor made it almost instantly clear; he was no longer a man of Pure Cultivation.
Jiang Song was about to dole out so mocking remarks.
Feng Yu’s eyelids lifted, sweeping over Jiang Song.
Staring at him for a long mont, his thin lips parted
"That day in Guan Ning Valley, were you the one called Jiang Song standing below the stage?"
Jiang Song did not answer, instead, he shot back sarcastically,
"A young genius, our Immortal Venerable Feng, to think for a demon, living neither as a human nor a ghost. What right do you people have to criticize ?"
Feng Yu’s eyes were deep,
"I am not here to criticize you."
Red veins flooded Jiang Song’s eyes as he utterly disbelieved.
Then he heard Feng Yu’s next sentence,
"I am here to kill you."
As his words fell, the Water Light Ice Blade whooshed from nowhere, and stab!
A sword pierced through Jiang Song’s chest.
The next second, Jiang Song collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open in death.
Qing Tian’s complexion was complex as he looked at the suddenly appeared Feng Yu.
"You and that Demon Sect Leader..."
He was cut off before he could finish.
Feng Yu smiled lightly, his eyes deep and intensely obsessive,
"She promised, she will be with , until death do us part."
Qing Tian pressed his forehead, observing Feng Yu appearing as if he had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.
Thinking that Qingyu Mountain, that produces a genius once a century, because of his one erroneous order, let that demon snatch away the best sprout of Qingyu Mountain.
And this excellent sprout, actually thinks being with that demon is the greatest fortune of his life.
At this thought, Qing Tian was so angry he nearly spat blood.
He was infuriated,
"You’re with that demon, why did you even co back??!"
Feng Yu looked at Qing Tian, finally speaking after a long pause,
"To tell you, to cut out from Qingyu Mountain."
Hearing this, Qing Tian staggered, blackness looming before his eyes,
"You, Feng Yu!"
But then, Qing Tian was rendered speechless.
Feng Yu’s hand summoned a dark surge of power.
Feng Yu slightly tilted his head, seeming to find it sowhat amusing,
"Do you think I can still stay in Qingyu Mountain?"
Qing Tian was taken aback,
"Are you controlled by your Heart Demon?? Completely succumbed to demonhood?"
Feng Yu didn’t respond.
Clearly, the facts before his eyes explained everything.
Qing Tian, frowning, his expression solemn,
"If you stay in Qingyu Mountain, I will find a way to eradicate your Heart Demon."
Feng Yu laughed, a shallow laugh, but his eyes carried a scorching intensity,
"Why don’t you understand? I don’t want to chase away my Heart Demon, Qing Tian."
His Heart Demon was Su Yan, Su Yan was his Heart Demon.
To purge Su Yan from his heart, to return to a life of pure and ascetic simplicity?
Tch.
He recalled this morning before leaving the house, how Su Yan lay in his embrace.
Chase away the Heart Demon?
Don’t joke around.
He had finally acquired her.
Qing Tian trembled, unable to speak for a long ti.
Feng Yu thought, having said all he needed, it was ti Su Yan would be waking up.
Yes, he should return to his Sect Hierarch now.
Then, with not a trace of nostalgia, he turned and flew away.
Compared to these mundane matters, being with his Sect Hierarch was far more interesting.
Initially, the sect was curious, as their Sect Hierarch’s male pet beca the renowned Immortal Venerable Feng.
But as ti passed, it seed... there was no difference from before.
Their Sect Hierarch would still end up in Feng Yu’s arms, eating and drinking as usual, nothing missed.
Feng Yu remained as easy-going as ever, no, it should be said, he greatly enjoyed the intimacy with his Sect Hierarch.
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