The Feng Zun Journey
Shen Ling's
The underground world.
The pavilions were so dense, as dense as trees in the forest, and there were also many large buildings like palaces.
The buildings are all new, the Heavenly Devil Prison has built them here recently.
This misguided faction from another world made this place their headquarters. Many extremely powerful formations had been placed in each of the pavilions and palaces.
...
A few moments before.
Inside one of the pavilions.
"Shen Ling, have you thought about it?" asked a middle-aged man, Daoist Yi Qing, his expression conflicted.
Shen Ling sighed. “Teacher, what if I disagree? What are you going to do next?"
Daoist Yi Qing was his teacher, as well as the supreme elder of the Heaven Swallowing Sect.
In the past, he held a high position. As a mortal realm cultivator, he was revered like a god on earth, people were always disinclined and respected him.
Yet now, he had long since bowed to the Heavenly Devil Prison.
Furthermore, he planned to match up that disciple, with Mu Chentong, one of the dharma protectors of the Heavenly Devil Prison. She won't be his wife, but she'll just be a concubine!
"Shen Ling, times have changed," Daoist Yi Qing said softly.
“The Prison of Heavenly Demons will lead Zhou Great forward. This is the direction of the future, and no one can change it. Now, even our Heaven Swallowing Sect has no choice but to bow its head in obedience, even the sect ancestor, Guan Ling, cannot do much."
He stopped here, then looked at her, “The smartest thing we can do now, is to recognize a situation that is good for us. For example, you can take that chance now. Dharma Protector Mu Chentong is interested in you. If you become a partner in his Dao, then you are destined to soar high. The success of the cultivation path must also be getting closer!”
The more he spoke, the more excited he sounded. “This is an opportunity that only others can dream of. If you miss it, then you will regret it for the rest of your life!"
Shen Ling's face paled, and her snow-white hands were secretly clenched.
He flashed a gloomy smile at Daoist Yi Qing, then said, "Teacher, in my heart, I have always seen you as a father figure, but ... You just want to match me up with a bloodthirsty old monster as a concubine ..."
She took a deep breath, then muttered, “I really regret it... I regret not having chosen to travel with Princess Han Mei, to remain by Mr. Feng Zun's side as her servant. If I had come, maybe this would never have happened to me."
"Feng Zun?"
Daoist Yi Qing froze, stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, “It would have been great if Feng Zun left Zhou Great. But even if he was here, if he were to try to fight the Heavenly Devil Prison alone, he was no different from a grasshopper trying to block a carriage of misfortune!"
He paused, then said, “In addition, recently, the Heavenly Devil Prison army had traveled to several empires, to capture everyone who had come into contact with Feng Zun. Shen Ling, are you really sure you want to be his servant? Does it end well, for you?"
Shen Ling pursed her lips, her expression stubborn and said, "It is precisely because Master Feng is not here, that they dare to act as they please! If the Heavenly Devil Prison was really strong enough to take him down, why would they be forced to kidnap those around him?
Bang out!
Daoist Yi Qing slammed the table and shouted, “Shen Ling, stop being childish! Do you know how miserable the consequences would be, if you refuse to become the protective concubine of the dharma Mu Chentong?
"You ...!"
Daoist Yi Qing was so angry that he practically spat out flames.
Suddenly, a hoarse voice rang out, “Yi Qing, I, Mu Chentong, do not like to force others.”
An old man with a disheveled appearance, pushed the door open and went inside.
His face was filled with deep wrinkles, and his eyes were brownish-yellow. He had a white mustache and a humpback, a sinister and imposing aura emanating from all parts of his body.
“Mu dharma protector, why are you here?”
A moment before, Daoist Yi Qing looked extremely angry. But now, he stood up and walked with a smile, he nodded and bowed to the waist, a picture of the attitude of a sycophant.
Shen Ling watched this scene, her heart filled with indescribable hatred and disappointment. 'This.. Is this the man I've seen as a father figure?'
The withered Mu Chentong glanced at Daoist Yi Qing, "Leave us, worthless bastard."
Daoist Yi Qing shook his head to the toe, then shifted his gaze. “Protector of your dharma, please, give me a little more time. I am confident that I can convince Shen Ling to agree.”.
"What are you saying!"
Mu Chentong slapped Daoist Yi Qing, making him stagger backwards. She fell on her back, her cheeks were swollen and her hair was a mess.
Then, he turned his tanned yellow eyes at Shen Ling, and his completely wrinkled face turned into a hungry and lewd grin, “I've run out of patience. Flowers should be picked when they are just in bloom. You refuse to listen? Then I'll teach you what obedience is in the room!”
Hearing this, Shen Ling shuddered, she immediately realized that the monstrous old monster was going to force the matter.
Daoist Yi Qing said frantically, “Shen Ling, don't just stand there! Quickly pay your respects and agree to his request!”
Bang out!
Mu Chentong kicked Yi Qing, sending him flying out of the room, “Go from here, you are completely ruining the scene! Don't ruin my fun!”
With that, he walked up to Shen Ling, smiling so widely that his eyes narrowed, he said,
“Do not be nervous, I promise you, that you will feel a pleasure you have never felt before, a happiness that is even greater than being a god or immortal. In the past, after feeling the pleasure from me, some stubborn beautiful women started drooling just by looking at me, as if they always wanted to eat me! Ha ha ha…!"
The combination of his lewd words and terrible smile, pushed Shen Ling past the limits of his tolerance. He looked so panicked and desperate.
Then, he gripped the short knife he had hidden in his sleeve, and thrust it into his own throat.
Clangs!
A sharp and clear voice sounded, and the short blade was sent flying far away.
Shen Ling's wrist was in pain.
Mu Chentong was now only a few inches away, her gaze excited and increasingly fiery, "How could I possibly let you die before I tasted you?"