"Restraint? Drained?"
Are those words really appropriate here?
Ye Yu immediately realized what was happening. Bu Haoyan must have thought that he was indulging in lust, staying holed up in his room and not coming out. It made sense—unusual behavior would naturally lead to wild speculation.
But even if you guess, why say it out loud? Spreading rumors about the Demon Lord herself—do you have a death wish?
Ye Yu’s expression stiffened as he instinctively glanced past Bu Haoyan to Bai Xichu.
The veiled Demon Lord, who had been calmly making tea, now had an icy gaze that could freeze mountains. With one hand, she crushed the wooden teacup in front of her, distorting it beyond recognition. Behind her, faint black shadows began to take shape, radiating ominous energy.
There was no doubt—this Demon Lord was thoroughly displeased with Bu Haoyan’s choice of words and seemed on the verge of striking.
Ye Yu’s heart dropped.
He actually had a decent impression of Bu Haoyan. Despite his straightforward personality, the man was loyal, obedient, and had never once refused an order. Ye Yu could sense that Bu Haoyan genuinely regarded him with utmost respect, seeing him as a mentor.
Because of this, Ye Yu didn’t want him to die.
Quickly, he said, “This isn’t what you think. I’ll explain everything to you later.”
But the more vague Ye Yu’s words were, the more Bu Haoyan became convinced that he was right.
Sir Ye has always been meticulous and eloquent. When has he ever struggled to speak like this?
Surely this flustered reaction is proof of guilt!
The more he believed his suspicions were correct, the more Bu Haoyan felt obligated to intervene.
Pressing both hands firmly on the table, he said with utmost seriousness, “Sir, please listen to me. Throughout history, countless powerful demons have fallen due to enchantresses. Our great task is not yet complete—you must not lose yourself to her charms!”
At this point, Bu Haoyan raised his voice, abandoning subtlety entirely.
He stood up and declared, “Sir, I even suspect that this woman is an enemy spy, sent here to ruin you! Look at her—hiding her true face and refusing to reveal herself. She must be a succubus!”
His voice was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly.
Ye Yu was utterly dumbfounded.
I’ve been in the Demon Realm long enough to know some basic facts, he thought.
Succubi were a type of demon known for their alluring appearance, skilled at seduction and manipulation to get powerful demons to work for them. However, they were fundamentally dependent on others, making them low-ranking in this power-driven world.
To insinuate that a proper Demon Lord had reduced herself to using a succubus’s tactics? That was nothing short of an insult.
Bu Haoyan, are you determined to dig your own grave?
Ye Yu sighed softly and abruptly stood up. Before Bai Xichu could erupt, he threw a swift punch at Bu Haoyan, sending him flying out of the room.
Thanks to his Heavenly Demon-level cultivation, Bu Haoyan wasn’t hurt, but the psychological blow was far worse. He landed outside the room, clutching his face, his eyes reddening. “Sir, why would you do this?” he murmured, his voice filled with hurt.
Why? Ye Yu thought bitterly. I just saved your life, idiot.
But, of course, he couldn’t say that out loud.
Instead, Ye Yu maintained a cold expression and said, “Sect Master, some things are not for you to meddle in. I know what I’m doing. Leave.”
Bu Haoyan trembled slightly at the words, then turned and ran off, his figure looking dejected.
The commotion had drawn the attention of the other elders on the spiritual boat, who approached cautiously to investigate.
Ye Yu glared at them and barked, “What are you looking at? Don’t you have anything better to do? Get lost!”
The elders quickly dispersed, not daring to argue. Ye Yu’s standing within Heavenly Dragon Cliff had risen significantly, even surpassing that of Grand Elder Zu Xuzhong. None of them wanted to provoke him.
Once the hallway was clear, Ye Yu waved his sleeve, pulling out two demon crystals and embedding them into the wall by the door. The room began to repair itself, the damage vanishing as the crystals were consumed.
When the room was back to normal, Ye Yu turned around—only to find Bai Xichu standing half a step behind him.
Startled, Ye Yu instinctively stepped back and asked in a low voice, “Why are you standing so close?”
Bai Xichu smirked playfully. “Oh, nothing. I was just curious what it’s like to be a succubus. Hmm, maybe I’m not close enough—should I lean on you?”
As she spoke, she stepped forward, her posture suggesting she might fall into his arms at any moment.
Ye Yu quickly raised a hand to stop her, his voice steady. “Demon Lord, this is just a misunderstanding. Bu Haoyan was overly concerned for me—that’s all. You know how straightforward he is; he doesn’t think before he speaks. Please, spare his life!”
Bai Xichu pretended to ponder for a moment before replying softly, “Since you’re pleading for him, I’ll let him live. But as for the ‘succubus’ remark...”
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She trailed off deliberately.
Ye Yu immediately caught on and said, “Rest assured, Demon Lord. I won’t let him mention the word succubus again.”
Satisfied, Bai Xichu nodded. With a flick of her wrist, two cups of brewed spirit tea floated to Ye Yu.
“Since it’s ready, don’t waste my efforts. Drink up, then go take a walk. Otherwise, people might start gossiping,” she said with a sly smile.
Ye Yu, relieved, quickly drained his cup of tea and left the room.
After leaving, Ye Yu found Bu Haoyan at the front of the spiritual boat, facing the wind, his face still slightly swollen from the earlier punch.
Ye Yu took a healing pill from his storage ring and handed it to him.
Bu Haoyan looked at the pill, hesitating.
Ye Yu said gently, “That maid is... special. Remember, no more reckless words. The consequences could be severe.”
Although Bu Haoyan didn’t fully understand what made the maid so “special,” he nodded obediently, trusting Ye Yu. He didn’t even ask for further explanation.
In Bu Haoyan’s mind, Ye Yu would never harm him. If he wasn’t explaining, there must be a good reason.
The two stood quietly on the deck of the spiritual boat, gazing into the distance.