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Chapter 688: Chapter 271: Under Her Skirt, Loyal Subject (Part 3)

The Rot Demon Lord chuckled, "Should I address you as Young Master Fan, or... Blood Demon Lord?"

Fan Wubing stepped out of his state of embodying heavenly thunder, switching to his true form, standing three zhang ahead of the Rot Demon Lord,

"Either is fine, Fan Wubing is me, and the Blood Demon Lord is also me."

The Rot Demon Lord smiled and asked, "Does the Slaughter Demon Lord know this secret?"

"She has known from the very beginning."

"Then I probably know what she wants to do." The Rot Demon Lord said, "First was the Flesh Demon Lord, second the Charm Demon Lord, third the Beast Demon Lord... fourth, it seems, is me." A hint of ambiguity appeared in her right eye, "Who will be the fifth?"

Fan Wubing said, "That’s none of your concern."

The Rot Demon Lord sighed deeply, "Right, I, a puppet on strings, what right do I have to concern myself with matters behind the scenes?" She caressed the flower in her left eye, "Five years ago, after I corrupted Celestial Venerable Qianji, I was immensely confident, thinking I could finally break free from Jiang Sha’s manipulation. But now it seems, I am still her puppet, a marionette."

Fan Wubing’s previous suspicions were correct,

Celestial Venerable Qianji had long been unknowingly corrupted by the Rot Demon Lord, no wonder Xiaohong said before that there were five flaws in the small world where Celestial Venerable Qianji secluded herself. Those flaws must have been left by the Rot Demon Lord.

He could only blame himself for not realizing sooner, causing the entire sect of Heaven-Reaching Gate not to survive.

The Rot Demon Lord smiled at Fan Wubing,

"Come, kill me and seize my Decaying Demon Dao, to add another piece to your throne."

At this moment, she was gentle, not like a Demon Lord at all.

Fan Wubing furrowed his brow, "Do you accept your fate just like that?"

The Rot Demon Lord tilted her head up, "I once, like the Anger Demon Lord, idolized the Slaughter Demon Lord, willingly being beneath her skirt. I had long given the most beautiful flower in my heart to her. If she wants me dead, how could I not die? Perhaps in your eyes, you came for the Heart of All Wonders, but in my eyes, you came for me. Our meeting here is a carefully crafted play by the Slaughter Demon Lord."

Fan Wubing said coldly, "Another one of her fanatics."

He realized it seemed like everyone around Jiang Sha would become her devoted follower. freewebnσvel.cѳm

What kind of allure does she have?

She clearly just sits in her wheelchair, unmoving!

Fan Wubing suddenly felt a piercing pain in his chest, the previous fighting spirit vanished without a trace.

The Rot Demon Lord had no will to fight; she just stood there, waiting for him to harvest life and the Decaying Demon Dao.

Fan Wubing walked towards her.

She smiled gently, just like when he first met her.

Step by step, three steps...

Fan Wubing’s footsteps grew heavier, as if walking towards the Rot Demon Lord was a path of no return.

He came before the Rot Demon Lord.

The Rot Demon Lord smiled and said, "Pick the flower from my left eye, and you’ll get what you want."

Fan Wubing reached out. He suddenly realized his fingers were trembling.

The Rot Demon Lord, seeing his hesitation, grabbed his hand to help him pick it.

Her hand had no warmth, like cold jade stone.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the flower in her eye, Zhuge Hong’s voice suddenly came from the sky. She shouted loudly,

"Master, change your expression! This way, it’s not cool at all!"

Fan Wubing shuddered all over, glanced back at Zhuge Hong.

She was holding a "camera," recording his heroic bearing. Seeing Fan Wubing look at her, she flashed a V sign and winked playfully.

Fan Wubing muttered to himself, "Right... this isn’t cool at all."

He abruptly broke free from the Rot Demon Lord’s hand, said coldly,

"You want to use my hand to end yourself?"

The Rot Demon Lord said helplessly, "Do we really have to fight? It’s meaningless... besides, I can’t beat you."

Fan Wubing’s gaze was as sharp as a needle,

"I think, at the very least, a person should strive with all their might to live! Even knowing death is the outcome, the process must be enriched!"

The Rot Demon Lord stared blankly at Fan Wubing,

"I seem to somewhat like you now."

"Stop talking nonsense."

The Rot Demon Lord smiled, "Maybe you won’t become the Slaughter Demon Lord’s puppet, that beautiful woman, covered in deadly thorns." In the void, vibrant flowers bloomed, surrounding her, making this decaying place appear dreamlike, "Come, fight."

Under Zhuge Hong’s witness, the two ascended the stage named "Rot Demon Lord’s Destiny."

The Rot Demon Lord was far from Fan Wubing’s match.

And Fan Wubing tried to make this battle seem balanced.

The Rot Demon Lord’s combat style was elegant, beautiful. Her every move was amidst blooming flowers, which was completely contradictory to her title.

In the end,

under the Sword Intent of Peach Blossoms, the Rot Demon Lord met her end.

She exhausted all her cultivation and means, yet could not cut even a single hair of Fan Wubing.

She lay on a huge petal, too weak to fight anymore.

Fan Wubing approached her.

She maintained a smile at the corner of her mouth, "I told you, I’m not your match. But you’re right, dying with all your might is better than dying by yielding to fate."

After saying this, she lost all vitality, the surrounding flowers wilting.

Fan Wubing reached out, picking the flower from her left eye. This flower was the Decaying Demon Dao she wielded.

Without the flower’s cover, Fan Wubing could see her left eye.

It was an eye so beautiful it seemed filled with all goodness.

This demoness, whose life was filled with sins, was buried by the disarray of falling petals.

Fan Wubing exhaled deeply, returning to Zhuge Hong’s side.

Zhuge Hong asked, "Are you okay?"

Fan Wubing smiled, "Pretty good. I’ve obtained the pure Heart of All Wonders, now I can cultivate peacefully."

Zhuge Hong looked at the last scene in the "camera," Fan Wubing’s expression, thinking, clearly he doesn’t look fine at all... the master is also someone who pretends to be strong.

She put away the camera, looked at Fan Wubing’s somewhat heavy back, and murmured softly,

"Fate..."