Chapter 9: A Dangerous Bargain

As Wei Nianqin spoke, a trace of pride and satisfaction glinted in her eyes.

“Before coming here, I’ve already helped the Chiyan Sect and the Medicine God Valley conduct their sweeps without a single mistake. As long as we use this to search through the major sects, the demonkind will have nowhere to hide.”

Hearing this, Shen Shengqing looked up at the compass, a hint of darkness appearing in his eyes.

***

In the mountain forest, Mu An was keeping watch in front of a mound of earth, waiting for the clay-baked chicken to cook.

Suddenly, the system’s urgent voice sounded in his mind. [Host! The female lead is here!]

Mu An’s eyes lit up. “So I can finally start preparing to poison him?”

[Tch. Weren’t you the one who said earlier that you felt a bit reluctant to poison your master?]

“Ha~” Mu An waved his hand. “Just because I don’t want to do it, does that mean I don’t have to? It’s just a case of ‘better to die quickly and be done with it.'”

[You don’t need to die that quickly. The female lead is about to arrive with a compass that can detect demons. Your demonic bloodline hasn’t fully awakened, but last time Qing Ya unlocked half of it, which is like opening a crack. If you stand in front of the female lead right now, you’ll definitely be exposed.]

[If you get caught, you’re finished right now.]

Mu An jumped up in shock and instinctively wanted to run. “Where has the female lead searched so far?”

[Don’t worry, she’s still at Yunhe Peak, not in the back mountain yet. But hiding like this isn’t a long-term solution, Host. You should prepare as soon as possible.]

Mu An frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and sat back down in his original spot.

[What, even now you can’t bear to part with your clay-baked chicken?]

“You’re just a machine, you don’t understand. From catching the chickens to putting them in the clay oven took me over two hours. It’s only another three to five minutes. If I don’t get to eat it, I’ll be furious all night.”

[…Fine.]

After quite a while, Mu An finally took the clay-baked chicken out. He hissed from the heat while his eyes sparkled with delight.

The tender, juicy chicken, roasted until it dripped with oil, even made the system feel a bit hungry.

After tearing off a drumstick, Mu An eagerly took a bite.

Then he took out the jade pendant Qing Ya had given him and infused it with spiritual energy. “Want to come eat some clay-baked chicken?”

Before long, a gust of black wind swept through, and Qing Ya appeared before him.

Seeing the youth’s face not the least bit anxious, but instead cheerfully eating a chicken leg, Qing Ya couldn’t help but curl his lips slightly and step forward a few paces. “I didn’t expect the head disciple of the Wanghua Immortal Lord to be so calm when disaster is imminent.”

Mu An glanced at him. “Want some? Wing or drumstick?”

A glint of interest flashed in Qing Ya’s eyes. He turned and sat down on a stone beside Mu An, tearing off a drumstick.

He clearly saw the fleeting look of distress in Mu An’s eyes, which made him even more pleased.

Since Mu An didn’t ask him for help first, Qing Ya wasn’t in a hurry either.

He wanted to see how Mu An would escape when the entire Qingyun Sect was searching for demons.

Only after finishing the drumstick did Mu An speak unhurriedly. “You said before that you would help me take down my master. How exactly will you help me?”

Qing Ya smiled knowingly. “We demons love to help others.”

Mu An found this somehow hard to believe.

Qing Ya leisurely took a bite of the chicken. To be honest, this stuff was really delicious~

“Your master is a rare cultivation prodigy and has never had any romantic ties. Not only is your status inadequate, but your talent and ability are also insufficient. The only thing you have going for you is that your face is somewhat passable. If you want to win him over through his heart, it would be as difficult as reaching the heavens.”

Mu An ground his teeth.

“Therefore, the only thing you can do is to force him. Wouldn’t it be delightful when the pride of heaven loses his vaunted spiritual power and can only be controlled by you, allowing you to do whatever you want with him?”

As Qing Ya spoke, the smile on his lips kept widening. “By then, it will be hard for him not to love you. Whenever you’re unhappy, you can punish him severely until he learns to obey. Over time, he will naturally fall in love with you.”

Having said this, he looked at Mu An as if seeking agreement, only to meet a pair of repulsed eyes.

Mu An thought he was twisted enough, what with secretly peeping at his master’s baths, but he never expected there to be an even greater master.

“And then? How exactly do you plan to help me take down my master?” Mu An asked directly.

A dark look appeared in Qing Ya’s eyes as he took a medicine bottle from his storage ring. “This poison can block the spiritual power of a Nascent Soul cultivator, leaving them as powerless as an ordinary mortal, unable to use any spiritual energy at all.”

“Is there an antidote?” Mu An asked.

“Of course there is, but it requires the Tears of a Thousand Gold. That medicine has been lost to time. You can just use it without worry.”

[Host, the effect of this poison is not just limited to blocking spiritual power. It will slowly erode the internal organs. If left for a long time, death is inevitable.]

Mu An’s lashes fluttered slightly. He knew Qing Ya couldn’t be that kind. If Qing Ya wanted him to poison someone, it was surely meant to kill.

Mu An asked in his heart, “Is there really an antidote for this poison?”

[Naturally. If the male lead dies, how can the story continue? You just need to administer the poison with confidence. The female lead will take care of the antidote.]

Mu An took the poison, his other hand quietly clenching into a fist.

“That’s right. If a man wants something, he must obtain it by any means necessary.” Qing Ya was still smugly rambling on.

Suddenly, a wave of spiritual energy violently struck toward him. Qing Ya dodged in an instant and looked at Mu An.

“Have you gone mad?” he asked in astonishment.

But Mu An’s face was full of righteous indignation. “How dare a demon sneak into the Qingyun Sect!”

Shouting loudly, he summoned his twin swords and charged fiercely at Qing Ya. Frowning, Qing Ya flicked his sleeve to block.

Suddenly, he heard sounds coming from not far away, and a glint of understanding appeared in his eyes.

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