Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 714: Chapter 48 Wei Dongliu’s Biggest Crisis
 

East Sea, Mount Pan.

The headquarters of the Heavenly Demon Path suspended overseas on an isolated island that rarely saw human visitors, and as its members were all female cultivators, fishermen who ended up here often mistook it for an ethereal Immortal Realm.

But such a delightful impression would soon shatter… after all, to the eyes of a Demon Path Cultivator, mortals were nothing more than some sort of “cultivation resource”.

Of course, to certain higher beings, even Cultivators of the Human Race might be seen as expendable, but let’s not delve into that for now.

In any case, three cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Path went to the Golden Que Secret Realm, and three returned.

But those who left were Yun Zhen and two other Golden Core Cultivators; those who returned were the Great Unrestrained Ancestor and Yun Zhen, plus one more cultivator.

The remaining cultivator, another true being, had likely fallen within the Secret Realm.

Death was so commonplace within the Heavenly Demon Path that the fall of a true being stirred no waves whatsoever.

The residence of the Great Unrestrained Ancestor was situated at the very peak of Mount Pan, a place where no Demon Path Cultivator dared to intrude for fear of being selected as a sacrificial offering for the summoning of a Heavenly Demon, should they encounter the Ancestor.

However, the Great Unrestrained Ancestor hadn’t been indulging in summoning Heavenly Demons lately, so the elders tasked with procuring sacrifices were enjoying some downtime—naturally, everyone hoped this would continue.

But anyone entering the residence would see lying on the soft bed, typically reserved for immortals, not the infamously wicked Great Unrestrained Ancestor, but a different figure: a slender and beautiful woman.

She wore a thin layer of gauzy silk that barely covered her smooth, voluptuous curves, and from a distance alone, there lied an unsettling, impassioned urge to unleash one’s inner cosmos.

Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, spreading over the mattress like an unfurling black rose. Below the locks lay her porcelain skin, tender as young fat and smooth as ivory, curving over her shoulders as if meticulously sculpted by a divine creator.

“Sister!” Another cloud of black fog burst into the room from outside the hall, transforming into a lithe girl in her eighteenth year, who threw herself into the arms of the beauty on the bed, “It’s all over, I searched the Secret Realm for ages and didn’t catch a glimpse of brother-in-law anywhere!”

“Brother-in-law must have been taken away by those beautiful maidens of the Golden Que true lords… No, that’s not right, by the female true lords of the Golden Que, concealed somewhere living a life of hidden indulgence!”

Jiang Lian, who had been holding her sister subconsciously, immediately rose upon hearing her words, changing into her robes.

“Hmph,” she said with an icy expression, “stop talking, I will go ask him myself.”

Jiang Lian transformed into black fog, soaring up into the sky, rushing from Mount Pan to Mount Wutai, arriving at the Mortal Life Daoist Sect’s headquarters, only to see Wei Dongliu sitting upright in a room, practicing some profound Demonic Techniques, with black qi slithering in and out through his breath.

This technique, bestowed by the Blood Sea Ancestor, is known as the Five Organs Blood Corpse Filth Technique, and it greatly enhances the foul nature of Demonic Qi.

Upon mastering it to a certain level, if one can smear the Demonic Qi on the opponent’s Flying Sword or Magical Treasure, it can corrupt them completely, making their Spiritual Light vanish and their connection disappear—the key point is, this technique is almost impossible to break unless countered by a specifically designed Magical Treasure (like the Eastern Pure Light Glazed Lamp).

“Husband,” Jiang Lian put on a sweet smiling face, on purpose throwing herself into his arms, “have you missed me?”

Wei Dongliu was practicing a critical stage of his technique when he was interrupted by Jiang Lian, a beauty barging into his embrace. His True Yuan surged backward, nearly causing him to cough up blood.

However, as a First Grade Golden Core, his Dantian was robust beyond measure, so he didn’t suffer much internal injury, but he simply opened his eyes indifferently and said:

“Get out!”

Jiang Lian wouldn’t listen and instead lay on him, drawing circles on his chest, feigning a look of tearful sorrow:

“Just a few days without seeing me and you’ve grown tired of me already?”

Wei Dongliu wouldn’t be fooled and tried to push her away brusquely—but to no avail, as Jiang Lian had already clung to his arm.

Although enveloped in softness and warmth, a strong pull felt like being pressed by thousands of tons of cotton, making it impossible to break free.

With patience, Wei Dongliu said:

“My lady, it’s not that I haven’t missed you. It’s just that the matters of the Golden Que Secret Realm have been so pressing recently. I’ve been busy with that and haven’t had the time to think of anything else,” he said.

“Is that so?” Jiang Lian wiped away her tears and asked coquettishly, “Then while you were in the secret realm, did you see any other women?”

“No.”

“Really? No other women?”

“Really. No other women.”

“Liar.” Jiang Lian pouted, “Aren’t you supposed to undergo some test from a True Lord?”

When other women pouted, it quite possibly made men think them pretentious and annoying, but this witch’s expression was just right, perfectly capturing the playful and charming demeanor of a young girl. It made Wei Dongliu’s annoyance at being interrupted dissipate considerably.

“I did meet the True Lord, but the True Lord turned out to be a man,” he patiently replied.

“And what is the True Lord’s Daoist name?” Jiang Lian persisted.

“Shenyue.”

“Oh, that old man.”

“My lady, you know him?”

“No.” Jiang Lian smiled again, “It just sounds like the kind of name an old man would have.”

“How could you guess one’s age just from their Daoist name…” Wei Dongliu hadn’t finished speaking when he was once again tackled by Jiang Lian.

The witch sat astride him, extended a delicate finger, and pointing at the bridge of his nose, she demanded:

“Husband, change for me!”

Wei Dongliu: ?

It took him a while to realize what his wife meant. Then he transformed, taking on the appearance with flaming red hair and heavy-lidded eyes.

Oddly, until she recovered the Heavenly Demon’s memories, she wasn’t too interested in Wei Dongliu’s human identity. Yet, she found his Demon Lord disguise very cool, as it was so different from ordinary people.

After regaining her identity as the Heavenly Demon, Jiang Lian found she favored his human appearance even more, deriving a wicked pleasure from merely looking at him and thinking of ways to tease and toy with him.

As for his Demon Lord persona, it brought to the witch a sense of sweet nostalgia, as if she was experiencing the sensation of a first love once again… This was a whole other experience.

The Great Unrestrained Heavenly Demon loved human emotions, of course, including the special sensations that certain acts could elicit.

Since Wei Dongliu claimed he needed to preserve his Yuan Yang for cultivation purposes, Jiang Lian didn’t press the issue too much. However, it wasn’t out of respect for his wishes, but rather because she considered the feast should be saved for last.

But lately, having not seen him for so long, she felt she could hardly hold back any longer. Her hands involuntarily reached for Wei Dongliu’s neck and then gently slid down, slowly parting the lapels of his robe.

The witch licked her lips with her tongue, making them appear even more lustrous. Wei Dongliu, previously in a daze, suddenly snapped to full alertness at her enchanting sight.

Wait, Ah Jing and Qing Ping are still watching!

He hurriedly tried to push Jiang Lian off and get up, but the Heavenly Demon pinned his hands down and pressed him back onto the bed.

“Are you trying to escape, husband?” Jiang Lian whispered into Wei Dongliu’s ear, asking with a low laugh.