CHAPTER 205
The Master of the Northern Realm
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Su Muchan was a bit stunned too. Something was off with Li Shiyu today!
Why was she so talkative today? And so quick to retort!
This shouldn't be happening!
She released her grip and handed the leader back to Dongfang Jue.
"Then you sleep with him tonight!"
Dongfang Jue froze. Was that what she meant?
"No! You sleep with him!"
As she spoke, she shoved the big guy back into Su Muchan's arms.
Honestly, this filthy man had been shoved into her arms by Li Shiyao. Just smelling his sweat stench made her want to puke!
She was a succubus, for crying out loud—a picky one at that!
She wasn't here to take on clients, and judging by this boss's appearance, he couldn't scrape together much silver anyway!
"Stay away from me! You're filthy and stinky!"
Her instinctive rejection caused her to kick the boss ten meters away without even realizing it!
Li Shiyao wasn't concerned with appearances at that moment. She remained silent, bending down to help Miao Miao up.
Miaomiao's face was streaked with tears. Her little hands bore the marks of some terrible ordeal—her fingertips and palms were raw and scraped, her thighs and waist covered in bruises.
"Thank you, thank you," she repeated, though her true concern lay beneath her—the precious thing she'd fought so hard to find!
It was a rare flower that grew in the bitter cold of the Northern Realm—two precious Ice Mist Flowers.
As Miao Miao rose, the ice-storm flowers she had shielded beneath her body were revealed to everyone.
Only one remained somewhat presentable.
Even Li Shiyao now understood what had happened!
Ice-storm flowers were incredibly precious; current technology couldn't cultivate them, so each stem was worth a fortune.
"Did these people try to snatch your flowers?"
Li Shiyao's eyes narrowed slightly. Such an expression on Ye Qinghan's face was nothing short of terrifying!
"Yes, I promised Master Su…"
"Understood."
Li Shiyao instinctively reached for her waist, but the Chaos Bell that never left her side was missing. In its place was the Frostsword.
Li Shiyao was playful, but she genuinely respected her senior sister. She dared not casually wield Ling Shuang Sword—her senior sister might genuinely be upset.
She turned to look at "Li Shiyu" and "Dongfang Jue," letting out a long sigh.
"These people ruined Master's flowers. I'm a bit upset."
Ye Qinghan understood immediately. Nodding in silent agreement with Li Shiyao, she stomped her foot on the ground.
Instantly, the sword case flew from Li Shiyao's chest, crashing at her feet as it instantly unfolded!
Ten divine swords lay arrayed within. The seamless coordination between Li Shiyao and Ye Qinghan was largely thanks to the secret realm meticulously designed by Su Cheng!
With just a glance and the earlier movement toward her waist, Ye Qinghan knew Li Shiyao was about to act!
Truth be told, if she were in Li Shiyao's shoes, she probably wouldn't have bothered with all this nonsense either!
Never mind that Miaomiao genuinely didn't seem like a villain—these people had the audacity to covet their master's possessions!
Li Shiyu didn't even need to act. Merely standing there, her senior sister would coordinate with her.
With a single thought, it seemed as though Li Shiyao herself was wielding the immortal sword—utterly flawless!
The divine sword mercilessly reaped the lives of those present. The leader tried to flee, but Li Shiyao grabbed him firmly by the back of the neck, hoisted him high, and slammed him hard onto the ground!
Li Shiyao planted her foot on the leader's back and reached out into thin air. Instantly, a divine sword flew obediently toward her hand and was grasped!
Standing nearby, Ye Qinghan couldn't help but find it slightly amusing. Helping his junior sister kill people was one thing, but having to play along with her showboating?
Surprisingly, however, Li Shiyao didn't move. Instead, she called out to Miaomiao beside her.
"Here."
She handed the immortal sword to the dazed Miao Miao.
Miaomiao's heart twisted in turmoil. The immortal's intent was clear—this was her chance for revenge!
But she didn't know how to proceed. These people weren't good, but was killing them really the answer? Were the sisters before her truly good?
At that moment, the gazes of several immortals fell upon her. The immortal sword itself wasn't heavy, yet in her grasp, it felt as though it weighed a thousand pounds.
"I dare not…"
"You dared to steal your master's belongings, yet you dare not kill?"
"I don't know. I only wanted to save my mother…"
"Do you think her crime doesn't warrant death?" Li Shiyao stood on the man, wearing her senior sister's high heels, the stiletto heel already piercing into the man's spine.
"I don't know. I never intended to kill…"
Miaomiao was just an ordinary girl. She was never some destined heroine, merely a pitiful young woman.
The so-called future female demon lord was merely a victim of circumstances, driven to this path by relentless reality.
But now, reality stood before her, and Li Shiyao didn't know how to explain the gravity of the situation to her.
However, her senior sister spoke up.
The composed senior sister slowly stepped out of the crowd, stood beside Li Shiyao, and spoke.
"Use your head. Think about it. If it weren't for us, where would you be sleeping tonight?"
"Think about it—after tonight, would you still be yourself?"
"Think about it—if you let him go, will you and your mother ever have a peaceful life again?"
"If we leave, can you handle him?"
It must be said, she was a fox spirit through and through. She knew exactly how to phrase things to make this young girl understand the harsh reality.
Master is a perfect example. If you seek to live in seclusion, you'll never find peace—you'll forever be the target of others' scorn and ridicule!
In the end, you won't even recognize yourself.
"Look into his eyes. He's not repentant—he's merely terrified of death."
"You can accept your own weakness because that's who you've always been. But I think you could try lifting that sword in your hand."
Dongfang Jue also remembered and prepared to rally support for the senior sister, speaking with righteous indignation.
"Do you know who she is? She is the future Demon Emperor of the Northern Realm. Her name is Ye Qinghan."
"This opportunity—once missed, it may never come again."
Miaomiao followed the collective gaze toward the silent yet ruthlessly decisive woman.
Ye Qinghan…
"She is of the Fox Demon King's bloodline, the true ruler of the Northern Realm. She will bring you lives of abundance, ensure the kind-hearted are no longer oppressed, and expose all evil."
"But there is one condition…"
It must be said that the Northern General was just as adept at this sort of thing as any fox spirit. If Dongfang Jue hadn't flinched before an army of ten thousand, how could a mere child?
"That is, you must take up arms. Your Queen will show you the way, but how you walk it is your own choice."
"Isn't that so?"
Miaomiao could scarcely believe it. Abundance and prosperity, evil nowhere to hide—could she and her mother finally…
"You mean it? She's the Fox Demon King's bloodline? The daughter of the Demon Emperor? Princess?"
Miaomiao's face was etched with utter disbelief. The Fox Demon King's bloodline—could it truly still exist?
But Ye Qinghan was even more astonished. She couldn't understand—was the bloodline of the Fox Demon King truly that formidable?
Honestly, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he'd never have believed it!
What's this silly cat so shocked about?
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