Chapter 2: Young Man, Can You Warm the Bed?
The man raised his hand, the luxurious purple robe flickering with a stream of light. His slender, jade-like fingers lifted the side curtain of the carriage, and his phoenix-shaped eyes, cool and detached, suddenly focused on something in the distance.
Indeed... it was a boy riding a pig.
"Can anyone tell me how to get off a pig that's running wild? Please, someone, it's urgent!"
Jiyin’s heart utterly rejected the idea of galloping on a pig. But she was no longer the great demon king who could summon the wind and rain, who could make the entire Liusha Star tremble with a mere stomp of her foot! Now, she couldn’t even handle a rampaging pig!
How on earth was she supposed to get off?
"It's going to crash! It's going to crash!" Jiyin cried out in despair.
The pig was frenzied, charging straight at the carriage ahead! Jiyin hurriedly raised her hands to cover her eyes.
Damn it! Please don’t let me die like this—such an ignoble way to go, she refused to accept it!
Suddenly, she felt a soft touch at her waist, and then a powerful force swept her up. Her body felt weightless as she was lifted into the air. Only when she was sure she was safe did she dare lower her hands—and immediately, she was struck by the sight of an astonishingly handsome face!
Looking down—
The pig hit the horse, the horse crashed into the carriage, and the carriage… fell apart.
The pig was knocked out, the horse collapsed, and the carriage was a total wreck…
"Handsome young man, since you’ve saved my life, I should devote myself to you! Why don’t you come home with me? I’ll treat you well, you won’t have to do anything—just warm my bed!"
So handsome! Jiyin stared at his face, searching for a single flaw, but try as she might, she found none. It was the first time she had ever laid eyes on such a beautiful man.
As the grand demon king, she had always been an absolute slave to beauty! Even a tree in her sight had to be unique and exquisite, or else, no matter how ancient or mystical, she’d chop it down for firewood all the same!
“How dare you! Release our young master at once!” Wuyan shouted at Jiyin, pointing angrily.
Jiyin suddenly turned her head and glared at the person shouting at her. Her gaze was commanding, imperial, impossible to defy.
“Silence!”
Xuanyuan Ji noticed the aura she’d just displayed and a flash of surprise passed quickly through his eyes. How could such a little thing possess such overwhelming presence? Or was it confidence?
Jiyin had always been domineering. Even now, powerless as she was, she still carried herself with arrogance.
“Are you blind? Can’t you see it’s your young master holding onto me? He’s already been captivated by my charm and is ready to come home and warm my bed!”
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Ji released her. Jiyin lost her balance and fell to the ground with a thud.
In the next moment, she grabbed the corner of his purple robe. “Handsome young man, then how about I go with you instead?”
“Let go!” Xuanyuan Ji commanded coldly.
“No!” Jiyin shook her head.
A man this beautiful, with such powerful soul force—how could she possibly let him go?! Otherwise, what would her demon cauldron feed on? She could already sense the little demon slumbering within her divine consciousness!
If she could devour this man’s soul force, she might awaken immediately—or perhaps even break through to the next stage.
Jiyin was by no means a benevolent soul. Born with a demonic body and bearing the demon cauldron, she had always been the villain the so-called righteous sects were desperate to eliminate.
What was devouring a little soul force? She’d swallowed the primordial spirits of those great figures in the breaking realm before!
On both sides of the road, a crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle, pointing and gossiping about the scene unfolding in the middle of the street.
“I always thought the young master of the Ji family was just a bit of a scoundrel—a little lecherous, perhaps, teasing decent women now and then. But I never expected he wouldn’t even spare a man!”