Chapter 458: Chapter 458

458: Chapter 454: Dawn Has Broken 458: Chapter 454: Dawn Has Broken “Master, you casually accept a little demon from the roadside, since your disciple can’t catch your eye, then I have no choice but to shatter your self-esteem by hand, bit by bit.

If one Yun Rong is not enough, how about adding those human lives that cling to existence in the Mortal World?

After one night, I will flatten this group of demons that plague the world, allow humanity to establish nations, grant permission for cultivators to practice Taoist Techniques, to restore the Mortal World’s spiritual veins and Heavenly Spring, no longer allowing senseless slaughter.”

Her heart was somewhat empty and directionless, knowing well that this would mean losing him forever, yet she could not help but speak those words.

Perhaps she knew that he never belonged to her, that since she was dispensable in his life, she might as well make this night’s humiliation unforgettable for him.

After all, hatred often lasts much longer than love.

If something cannot be held onto, then it might as well be thoroughly tainted, better than leaving it untouched for someone else.

Indeed, the disgust and disappointment in his eyes grew more intense, “Aside from threats, do you know nothing else?”

“Would other methods make Master concede?”

He fell silent, no longer engaging in verbal strife with her, he closed his eyes, his lashes quivering, striving to suppress the turmoil within.

He didn’t have too many conflicts or struggles within himself; his self-critical nature believed that Arao becoming today had an indelible connection to him as her Master.

It was he who was not good enough, he who did not know how to be a proper mentor, leading her to become what she was now.

His heart was vague and even somewhat desperate, but his expression remained as calm as nearly heartless, “After tonight, you should no longer call me Master.”

Arao’s pupils contracted slightly, her gaze wavering for an instant before her lips curled up, “Master cannot be a stranger to me.”

He looked at her coldly and said nothing.

Arao did not compromise, “Master has no right to negotiate terms with me.”

He closed his eyes, “Then from now on, I will no longer answer your call.”

Arao was pushed to the ground by him as he rose, his gaze from above in the moonlight, his hair falling beside her cheek, his voice cold and piercingly bitter.

“You want it, I’ll give it to you.

I hope Demon Lord will not forget what you promised me tonight, even if I die uselessly on this road after our parting—you too must not appear before me.”

Arao clenched her fingers tightly, her chest aching so much she couldn’t mutter a single word.

The clothes scattered in the wilderness were no longer worthy of being picked up.

The petals in the thorny jungle shuddered wildly.

Arao opened her eyes in a daze, the moonlight pouring down as she looked at the rosy flush over the man’s handsome features, his eyes filled with regret and unwillingness.

She struggled to prop herself up, wanting to embrace him for comfort and encouragement.

Who knew that as soon as she attempted to sit up, he once again pushed her down.

“Lie down, don’t speak, and don’t move.”

His deep pupils were already moist as he caught his breath and said, “I know what you want, I’ve given it all to you.”

Arao slightly opened her eyes, ready to speak, but her Master silenced her with a kiss on her tender lips.

She was stunned by his initiative, an indescribable joy bubbling within her, her eagerness prying open her Master’s unpracticed lips, stealing a delicate taste.

Immediately, she felt his body tense, his eyes deepening to a dangerous hue.

Arao was somewhat afraid of his look and timidly retreated.

At that moment, however, Master suddenly pressed down on her head, assertively kissing her back with undeniable authority.

After the kiss, his lips were seductively flushed, and she couldn’t resist wanting to continue.

Noticing the desire in her eyes, Master asked, “Do you like it?”

She foolishly nodded.

She continued nodding.

He stopped his actions, his palm resting on Arao’s body, her heartbeat very fast, but her voice was calm, “But I don’t like it here; choose another place, whatever way you want, that’s how it will be.”

He didn’t want Yun Rong to see or hear.

If he had made this request from the beginning, given her perverse and tyrannical nature, she would certainly not have agreed.

So he resorted to a strategy, retreating in order to advance.

As expected, Arao agreed without hesitation.

Deeper in the forest.

Arao lay among the rocks, suddenly breaking into light laughter.

“Master has hidden his sword for thousands of years, and now it is Arao’s turn to hide the sword.”

Even his name had been soiled by such a shameful reason, and the last thread of restraint finally snapped.

Arao realized an angry Master was actually terrifying.

The Demon Lord began to cry and beg without dignity.

His thin lips parted seriously, “We agreed on one night, since childhood I have taught you, you must taste the bitter fruit of the seeds you yourself have sown.

You should not provoke what shouldn’t be provoked; you angered me, so even if it hurts, you must cry through tonight.”

“I said I would give you everything you want, you have to bear it even if you can’t afford it.”

Master, I won’t hide the sword anymore, I won’t do it, please…

For him, if possible, he really didn’t want to educate his disciple in this way, to have her admit her mistake.

Hearing the Demon Lord’s breathless pleas, seeing her subdued without cultivation by the powerless Master, Fang Geyu found immense relief, clearing the resentment in his heart, feeling refreshed.

After feeling relieved, Miss Fang suddenly realized, what was she so happy about?

Winter passed and spring arrived, the wild waters cleared, clouds heavy with impending rain.

A startling wind and rain came overnight, with fallen petals staining the cold with red.

Butterflies on the shoulder, snow weighing down hairpins, the chilly sound of clattering cloth.

The wind silent, the stars hidden behind clouds, unseen, to the east the gray sun hung, slumped over the mountain top.

The black robe embroidered with gold and trimmed with jade, suited for the Demon Lord Arao, hung loose and disheveled on her body.

Her belt was somewhere deep in the forest, so the majestic and beautiful robe looked somewhat slack and disordered.

She propped herself up against a tree, her face pale but her lips deeply red, her delicate and pretty eyes weighed down with fatigue.

The overly indulgent Demon Lord watched with a hint of fear the figure of Baili An at the depths of the forest, now in a plain green robe.

He leaned against an old tree, meticulously wiping his clean hands with a handkerchief.

The bleak sunlight falling through the forest cast a cool halo around his green attire.

Had it not been for the lingering red in the corners of his eyes not yet dry, Arao would have found it hard to believe that the man before her had belonged to her the night before.

When he looked up at her, his gaze was truly no different than looking at a stranger.

“The day has dawned.”

Arao hummed a response, carefully concealing whatever madness and obsession were left in her eyes.

From that day on, he never called her Arao again.

And she no longer called him Master.

His memories of this lifetime, like snowflakes scattered by the wind, drifted endlessly.

Nobody knew on which day the snowflakes would melt away, vanishing among the dust of the world.

The fragments of scattered memories were disrupted and disordered.

Kunlun Pure Ruins, the Mountain and Sea Realm, and countless other small worlds flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.