My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 214: Chapter 214: Crisis of the Demon Seed in the Dantian (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

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A concubine!?

Yu Qiurong heard the report but her expression hardly changed, she slowly said, “For the Sect Hierarch to keep a concubine isn’t much of an issue.”

In the Demon Sect, where strength is revered, Jiang Renyi, while acting as the Sect Hierarch, also indulged in pleasures and kept several beautiful maids.

And Zhao Qingmei, during her two-year reign, apart from cultivating martial arts and handling the affairs of the Demon Sect, always remained pure and uninterested in men.

It was only last year in Yu State City that she kept a young doctor.

“This is a matter that must not be taken lightly, a common saying goes that indulgence in sensual pleasures will diminish one’s fortune and lifespan, one who seeks temporary pleasures will find them empty.”

Duanmu Xinghua pondered for a long while, “The Sect Hierarch is still young, and having tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, she will inevitably find it hard to resist its temptations, and in the long run, not only will she waste a lot of time, but her will may also be eroded.”

Just at that moment, Lin Tianhai and an elder with a head full of white hair came over, nodding in agreement with Duanmu Xinghua’s words upon hearing them.

Throughout history, countless individuals with high Root Bone, talent, and comprehension have existed, but very few have truly become grandmasters of the Great Grandmaster level.

Because in order to become a true master, one not only needs Root Bone, talent, and comprehension but also the help of a great amount of resources, and most importantly, one needs persistent patience.

The Dao is simple yet profound, and only those who can endure loneliness can truly master it.

Yu Qiurong glanced in the direction of the back hall and asked in a low voice, “What should we do now, Sect Master Duanmu?”

Duanmu Xinghua thought for a moment and then said, “You go and give some advice to that concubine. The Sect Hierarch is still young, let’s not have her fall into the trap of lustful pleasures.”

“Cough, cough, cough…cough, cough”

Yu Qiurong coughed lightly and said, “I understand.”

The elder frowned deeply when he saw this, “The Red Beauty Drunk in your body has only been suppressed by the Sect Hierarch’s True Qi, it could erupt at any moment. You’d best be cautious and avoid forcibly using your Inner Strength.”

The elder was none other than one of the four most controversial doctors in the world, the Poison King Liu Simiao.

“Alright.”

Yu Qiurong nodded and walked outside the hall.

Lin Tianhai watched Yu Qiurong’s retreating figure and asked in a low voice, “Is there really no way to eradicate the Red Beauty Drunk within Chief Yu’s body?”

Liu Simiao shook his head, “This is an extreme poison that I took years to refine; even I have no means to eradicate it.”

Lin Tianhai and Duanmu Xinghua exchanged glances, both sighing heavily to themselves.

This was one of the four famous doctors, and if even he had no means to deal with the poison, then how many in the world could eradicate such a potent toxin?

“I shall now return and continue my research, perhaps I may find a method.”

Liu Simiao coughed dryly as he quickly exited, after all, since he was the poison’s creator, he was the one most likely to find a cure for it.

In an instant, the great hall was empty, leaving only Lin Tianhai and Duanmu Xinghua.

“Who would have thought, even the Sect Hierarch has a day when she’s lost in male charms and can’t help herself.”

Suddenly thinking of something, Lin Tianhai said, “But given the Sect Hierarch’s strength, this shouldn’t be the case.”

Zhao Qingmei has reached the peak of the One Qi Grandmaster and has even cultivated the Supreme Martial Arts scripture ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture.’ Even if she indulged in male charms, by reason, she shouldn’t look so haggard.

Duanmu Xinghua spoke in a grave tone, “That’s why I find it strange.”

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The sun blazed fiercely, turning the ground beneath it into a furnace.

As the battle against the Ghost Swordsman’s crusade against the Demon Sect ended, Dongluo Pass gradually regained its usual bustle and noise.

In the quiet courtyard.

An Jing sat on a stone chair, his hands holding a transparent Gu Insect, which was the Holy Essence Gu.

“Sssss!”

The Holy Essence Gu opened its sharp mouthparts, voraciously gnawing at the jade stone in its mouth, its abdomen swelling visibly to the naked eye.

Ever since it was fed a few jade stones in Ping County, the Holy Essence Gu had been starving until now.

Let alone spitting out spiritual energy, it was fortunate to be still alive.

The jade stone it was currently eating had been delivered by Zhao Qingmei’s men the day before, a top-quality jade said to have come from the northern tribes beyond the desert, round and lustrous, of an extraordinary quality.

“This Holy Essence Gu is truly a treasure. It feeds on jade stone yet excretes nature’s spiritual energy.”

An Jing looked at the Holy Essence Gu in his hands and thought to himself, “If it is bred for some more time, perhaps it could nurture a strand of complete Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence.”

Zhao Qingmei was at the peak of the One Qi Grandmaster level. Should she absorb a strand of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence, she might reach the realm of the Second Qi Grandmaster.

Unaware of An Jing’s thoughts, the Holy Essence Gu faced the hard-won jade with eagerness, feasting on it.

About an hour later, the Holy Essence Gu ceased its feeding, and looking closely, its entire body had bloated noticeably.

“Someone’s coming, the footsteps don’t sound like Tan Yun’s.”

Hearing the sound, An Jing tucked the Holy Essence Gu into his bosom.

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Sometime later, a woman appeared outside the door.

Although her complexion was somewhat pale, her expression was somewhat coquettish, and her steps were light and powerless.

An Jing had seen her before; she was also a master in the Demon Sect.

Yu Qiurong noticed An Jing sitting on the stone chair at first glance, and immediately walked over, looking him up and down before commenting, “Not bad looking.”

But aside from his appearance, he was just an ordinary person.

An Jing stood up and smiled, “Are you looking for Qingmei? She went to Fengyun Hall early this morning.”

Yu Qiurong shook her head, “I’m not here to look for the Sect Hierarch; I’m here for you.”

“For me?”

An Jing was somewhat surprised to hear this.

Within the Demon Sect, the only person who knew his identity was Zhao Qingmei. What could this woman want with him?

Yu Qiurong spoke succinctly, “My name is Yu Qiurong, the Sect Hierarch’s personal maid.”

“Do you need something from me, Miss Yu?”

An Jing nodded, recalling that Zhao Qingmei had mentioned once that Tan Yun was the Guardian of the Human Sect in the Demon Sect and not her actual maid; her true personal maid was none other than the Yu Qiurong before him.

Yu Qiurong stared into An Jing’s bright eyes as if trying to see through him, “You should know better than anyone why I am looking for you.”

An Jing was a bit puzzled, “I don’t quite understand what you’re saying, Miss Yu.”

“To you, the Sect Hierarch is someone you can mooch off, so you have no idea what she means to the Demon Sect.”

Yu Qiurong laughed softly, “The Sect Hierarch is the pillar of the Demon Sect, bearing the hopes of everyone in the sect. Her future is boundless with possibilities, so I won’t tolerate anyone or anything obstructing her ambition, including you.”

Upon hearing this, An Jing began to understand.

So Yu Qiurong had come to warn him.

An Jing laughed, “Miss Yu seems to be worrying too much.”

“Lately, the Sect Hierarch appears very exhausted. I hope it’s not because of any tricks from you. In the Sect Hierarch’s pursuit of great ambition, I, Yu Qiurong, am the one who will remove any obstacles from her path.”

As Yu Qiurong spoke, she drew her longsword. In an instant, a cold gleam shone amidst heaven and earth, and she said with an air of nonchalance, “Also, if you’re going to mooch, do it discreetly. If I find out you dare influence her with pillow talk, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

“The number of people who’ve died under my sword is not a hundred, then eighty.”

Seeing the surprised and ‘fearful’ An Jing, Yu Qiurong sheathed her longsword contentedly and headed for the yard’s exit.

“Miss Yu.”

Just then, from behind her came the voice of the man she accused of mooching.

Yu Qiurong raised an eyebrow and turned to ask, “What is it?”

An Jing smiled and said, “You seem unwell, do you need help to recuperate?”

“Mind your own business.”

Yu Qiurong’s expression darkened and she quickly departed.

Watching Yu Qiurong’s graceful retreating figure, An Jing could not help but shake his head: Clearly suffering from severe poison, why does she continue to push herself so hard?

He did not take Yu Qiurong’s warning to heart at all.

Afterward, An Jing turned around and headed back to his bedroom.

Entering the room, bright sunshine poured through the bamboo windows, casting light onto the table.

There was a white silk handkerchief on the table, a green stone inkstone next to it with beautiful patterns on its side, and a few brushes in the Pang Bin pen container.

In the porcelain basin by the window, a delicate and beautiful plant of ‘Golden Jade’ basked in the sunlight, blooming profusely.

Further in, there was an exquisite and elegant dressing table with a bronze mirror decorated with diamond patterns, a red lacquered box with plum flower carvings, in addition to a golden phoenix crown inlaid with jewels and a rare string of jade bead bracelets.

Walking deeper, he lifted the pearl curtain threaded with gemstones.

Inside was a bedroom filled with a light fragrance. The bed, made of sandalwood, was draped with a light green mosquito net, making the room simple yet elegant.

An Jing sat in the chair, picking up a box of Red Beauty Drunk rouge.

He remembered vividly that this was the very box he had bought in Yu State City.

In a daze, he thought of the gentle and virtuous wife he had left in Yu State City, and then the current Sect Hierarch who commanded heroes from a high platform.

The two shadows continuously overlapped until they merged into one.

An Jing sat in the chair, looking at the objects in the room as if searching for traces of Zhao Qingmei in every detail.

Unconsciously, day turned to night, and dusk fell.

“Husband, I’m back.”

Outside, a joyful voice sounded.

Zhao Qingmei entered, a faint smile playing on her lips.

An Jing stood up and said, “How come you came back a bit late today?”

Zhao Qingmei laughed softly and, pulling An Jing’s arm, said, “Some matters needed to be handled, let’s go have dinner quickly.”

Even when she was busy and tired, Zhao Qingmei had personally cooked a few dishes over the past few days.

An Jing gently stroked her hair and softly said, “You’re so tired, why don’t you rest for a few days.”

Zhao Qingmei, pulling An Jing along, headed toward the dining hall, “Not tired at all.”

“Sect Hierarch, son-in-law.”

Inside the dining hall, Tan Yun was continuously serving dishes from food boxes.

An Jing pointed at the dishes on the table, his voice trembling, “These… these aren’t made by you, are they?”

Tan Yun actually made dishes!?

“All of these are made by the Sect Hierarch.”

Tan Yun shook her head and then blinked her large eyes, looking somewhat excited as she asked, “Son-in-law, do you want to taste what I’ve made? I’ll make some for you tomorrow.”

An Jing heaved a sigh of relief and then quickly waved his hands, “No need, no need. As long as they’re not made by you, that’s fine.”

Seeing this, Zhao Qingmei couldn’t help but smile warmly.

Who would have thought that the fearsome Ghost Swordsman would have such a day of fright?

Tan Yun pouted her lips and thought to herself, “Stinky son-in-law, my cooking skills have improved a lot lately. I wanted to show off a little, but it seems you won’t have that luck now.”

There were four dishes and one soup on the table: stir-fried yam with wood ear mushrooms, cabbage cooked with tofu, steamed eggs, braised chicken, and rib soup.

The aroma wafted into the nose, stirring up a great appetite.

Tan Yun swallowed hard, not understanding why the Sect Hierarch, who never seemed to cook, had such brilliant culinary skills, while her own progress in cooking, despite frequent practice in the kitchen, was very slow.

Zhao Qingmei smiled and said, “Qiurong is feeling unwell, so I didn’t call her over. Tan Yun, you should sit down and eat with us as well.”

“Yes, Sect Hierarch.”

Upon hearing this, Tan Yun sat down without any hesitation.

An Jing quickly picked up his bowl and chopsticks, afraid that if he was too slow, he wouldn’t even get a bone to eat.

The scene before him seemed to take him back to Yu State City, only without Li Fuzhou.

An Jing looked at the vacant spot and said, “If Third Master was here, then we could have hosted an Oscar night at home.”

“Indeed, I really miss Master. I wonder how he’s doing in prison.”

Tan Yun wasn’t slow with her rice, gulping down as she said, “By the way, son-in-law, what’s an Oscar night?”

Zhao Qingmei was also somewhat puzzled, hearing the term for the first time.

“I saw it in a book. It’s a prize given on a particular night, awarded to the smartest person of that evening.”

An Jing smiled and said, “I think you could definitely win that award.”

“Really?”

Tan Yun’s eyes widened.

She always felt that smartness was something she couldn’t claim for herself, as Li Fuzhou only ever mentioned her talent in martial arts, never her cleverness or quick-wittedness.

Nobody else had said such things about her either.

Hearing such praise from An Jing now, she felt a sweet sensation in her heart.

An Jing patted Tan Yun on the head, “Yes, you are a real genius.”

Zhao Qingmei observed An Jing’s gesture and demeanor, feeling that something was amiss.

“Son-in-law, you are the first person to praise me like this. Even my Master has never encouraged me this way.”

Tan Yun paused and lowered her head, thinking, “Son-in-law is truly the kindest to me.”

After a long while had passed and she hadn’t heard An Jing speak, she couldn’t help but look up, only to see An Jing energetically tearing into the chicken leg in his bowl.

Tan Yun was taken aback and then sped up her actions as well.

However kind he is to me, he can’t take my food.

Zhao Qingmei watched the two of them, the smile at the corner of her mouth growing even deeper, “Tan Yun, you’re not getting any younger. Do you have someone you’re fond of?”

While eating her rice, Tan Yun replied, “Sect Hierarch, I’ve decided. I must marry someone who is willing to eat the food I cook.”

Upon hearing this, An Jing couldn’t help but say, “Then wouldn’t that mean the food will have to be thrown away?”

Tan Yun felt both angry and annoyed, her face turning red with frustration, “Son-in-law, you’re talking nonsense!”

With so many men in the world, how could it be possible that she wouldn’t find one willing to eat her cooking?

Perhaps someone would be willing.

Thinking of the Ghost Swordsman who moved freely through Jianghu clad in his black robe, Zhao Qingmei’s heart suddenly felt a sense of loss.

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

Zhao Qingmei also glared at An Jing, “Are you very pleased to have it drop into your hands?”

An Jing blinked, bowed his head to eat, and didn’t speak anymore.

After they had enough to drink and eat, Tan Yun took care of ‘cleaning’ the plates and tidying up the dishes.

An Jing and Zhao Qingmei walked out of the Dining Hall and stood side by side on the steps, “The moonlight is lovely tonight; we probably haven’t enjoyed it together in a long time.”

Zhao Qingmei looked up at the Full Moon in the sky, “Yes, it has been quite a while indeed.”

A gentle breeze blew as the round Full Moon hung high in the ink-blue sky, its clear, water-like radiance illuminating the land.

An Jing smiled, “There’s no ladder today.”

Zhao Qingmei embraced An Jing, whispering in his ear, “Brother, I’m a little tired.”

“Whoosh!”

With a leap, An Jing, holding Zhao Qingmei by the waist, landed on the rooftop.

Moonlight like water, water like the heavens, the silent cold moon, frost covering the ground, the chilly moonlight blanketing the earth.

An Jing sat on the rooftop, looking at the Full Moon before him.

Zhao Qingmei leaned on his shoulder, “Do you only know? This is my happiest day.”

She had always worried about how to disclose her identity to An Jing, but now that she knew he was also a person of Jianghu, all her worries vanished, and she even felt a secret joy in her heart.

If An Jing were by her side, wouldn’t the world of Jianghu be easy to conquer with the two of them working as husband and wife?

“There will be many more happy days to come.”

“Yes, many more happy days to come.”

Zhao Qingmei chuckled lightly, thinking of something, “You still haven’t answered my question, do you really wish that Tan Yun had fallen into your arms?”

An Jing immediately frowned, stating righteously, “My wife, what are you saying? How could I be such a person? Of course, I wish for her to be happy.”

Zhao Qingmei was somewhat dubious, “Really?”

An Jing’s face was earnest, “Of course.”

“I’ll believe you this time, but dare to lie to me, and I’ll make you regret it.”

Zhao Qingmei turned her gaze to the moonlight, her stunning profile exquisite and picturesque.

“Qingmei.”

“Hmm?”

“Your eyes are so beautiful; they contain sunshine and rain, the sun and the moon, mountains and rivers, clouds and mist, and flowers and birds.”

An Jing looked into those stunning eyes, paused, and then said, “But my eyes are even more beautiful, because they have you in them.”

Zhao Qingmei’s heart thudded erratically, feeling her body go soft, melting into water.

“Brother.”

“Hmm?”

“The words you say are so nice; I want to listen to them for a lifetime.”

“Alright.”

Both of them fell silent, nestled closely together, gazing at the moon in the sky.

The moonlight was cold, carrying a hint of chilliness.

“I’m so tired…..”

An Jing suddenly heard the even breathing beside his ear, and turning his head, he saw the beautiful person had closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering.

“Qingmei?”

An Jing chuckled softly, prepared to carry Zhao Qingmei back to the house.

The next moment, his expression changed drastically.

He saw a trace of sinister Demonic Qi emerging from Zhao Qingmei’s Dantian, as if attempting to break free from these shackles and escape.

“What’s going on!?”

An Jing’s brow furrowed deeply, and he took Zhao Qingmei’s wrist, channeling his True Qi through her meridians.

Before long, he discovered a thumb-sized black dot within Zhao Qingmei’s Dantian, and it was this black dot that was releasing the sinister Demonic Qi.

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