"Servant girl? Who are you referring to, Senior Sister? "Ye Qiuchi asked in surprise.
Lu Suxue's heart settled. She looked at Li Xueyi with a mocking gaze of a victor. She still had a smile on her face. "Tower Master, I've come to visit my father. Didn't I tell you that I'll be back in a few days?"
"Is that so?" Li Xueyi smiled. "I thought you'd forgotten our sisterhood and turned to Junior Brother. The Blood-clothed Tower can't do without you. When I'm not here, you and Hongyi have to keep an eye on it for me. "It was as if she was making a joke on a daily basis. There was no resentment in her words.
"Understood." Lu Suxue subconsciously cupped her fists. Then she thought of something and became suspicious, but she did not say anything. She could feel that Ye Qiuchi was also full of doubts about this. He thought that Li Xueyi would not go hysterical and even kill on the spot. It was as if she had been possessed. Could it be that after becoming a real woman, she understood something more profound?
Ye Qiuchi coughed twice and cupped his fists towards the throne. "Godfather, I'm also responsible for the failure of the Blood-clothed Tower."
"Oh?" The man on the throne laughed inexplicably. His voice was deep. Once he spoke, it was as if he wanted to seize the entire hall. It was filled with unparalleled dominance, making people involuntarily submit to him.
Ye Qiuchi lowered his head and said sadly, "If I hadn't been anxious to celebrate with Senior Sister, she would have let down her guard against that thief, Yan Li. Not only … but the Fire Leeches were stolen, causing Godfather's plan to fail …"
"Good child, if this is considered a mistake, wouldn't I have to issue an edict of guilt every day?" The man on the throne laughed heartily. His laughter was hearty and generous, with a unique gentleness and kindness. It was obvious that he loved this child very much.
Ye Qiuchi's heart melted. He felt ashamed that he had not done enough and bowed his head.
"Li Hongzhuang, what do you have to say?" The voice of the man on the throne suddenly turned cold. "Are you a woman who needs another man to stand up for you? I don't remember accepting a disciple like you! "
Li Hongzhuang's mood suddenly changed. This could be seen from her resentful expression. Her gaze was filled with stubbornness and hatred as she stared at the throne. That imposing man, no matter who he was with, always had a candid and magnanimous appearance. Only when he was with her, he was like an irreconcilable enemy. Even the slightest mistake would result in a punishment that she would never be able to forget.
"Tell me, how are you going to torture me this time?" Her gaze locked onto the man on the throne.
The man on the throne was naturally none other than one of the most powerful beings in the world, the master of the Heavenly Devil Palace — Wenren Wei Yang. There was simply no better word to describe him than "stalwart". Compared to the common seven feet tall humans and demons, he was already at the level of a giant. His hair was already completely silvery white, and he wore an arched hat made of some unknown material that reflected the clear and crystalline light. There were not many wrinkles on his face, but one could see the signs of age. There was a scar that ran from the base of his ear to his lower jaw, the flesh of the wound curling outwards, revealing an extremely deep fissure. Although it was already gray-white, one could imagine that if it had been a few centimeters deeper, his entire head would have been split in two. Anyone who saw it couldn't help but shiver in fear.
But if the scar on the Demon Lord's face was frightening, then the scar on his chest was horrifying. He wore a deep black cloak, and from a distance, he seemed like the entrance to an abyss. His upper body was bare, and his exposed chest was crisscrossed with countless scars. They were so shallow that they could no longer be seen, but every scar that could be seen was deeper, longer, and more fatal than the ones on his face.
Next to the violet-gold throne, standing in the air, was the Moon-Embracing Azure Parasol that everyone in the world knew of. The hilt of this blade was smooth and glossy, like the moon shining on the clouds. It was refined from the essence of water and reflected the power of the moon. The blade also reflected the ripples of light. It was more than three zhang long and weighed more than seventy-three thousand nine hundred jin. In the present age, no one besides the Demon Lord could wield it.
"It seems that you are already mentally prepared," Wenren Weiyang said.
"It's not surprising no matter how absurd it is!" Li Hongzhuang said gravely.
"Then I'll strip you of your position as Tower Master of the Blood-clothed Tower and banish you to the Ghost King House," Wenren Weiyang said.
The Ghost King House was the place where demons and demons of the Sky Demon Palace paled at the mere mention of it. It was filled with ghosts, liches, and demons. Only demons who had committed unforgivable crimes could be banished there, stripped of their intelligence, and turned into insane ghosts.
Li Hongzhuang's expression changed dramatically, and her entire body began to tremble in disbelief. For a person with her cultivation, if she was demoted, she would definitely become a Lich. She would have half of her intelligence, but her soul would be locked in a rotten and smelly body. She would never die or perish. To any woman who loved beauty, this was the cruelest punishment. She could never have imagined that Wenren Weiyang would be so cruel to her.
"I didn't lose the God Cannon. Why are you blaming me for everything!" she screamed.
Azure Dragon, who had not spoken a word since the beginning, actually had a slight change of expression on his cold face. He raised his eyebrows and cupped his fists at Wenren Weiyang. "Your Majesty, Tower Master Li has been at Sky Demon Palace's beck and call for so many years. Even if she has not made any contributions, she has worked hard …"
Before he could finish, Wenren Weiyang interrupted him sternly.
"No one is allowed to plead for her!"
"Junior Martial Brother …" Li Hongzhuang cast a pleading look at Ye Qiuchi.
Ye Qiuchi frowned inwardly, but still said to Wenren Weiyang, "Foster Father, I'm afraid this isn't appropriate!"
Lu Suxue felt her heart skip a beat. She quickly and stealthily pulled on his belt.
"How is it inappropriate?" Wenren Weiyang was still very gentle to Ye Qiuchi.
Ye Qiuchi said, "Although Senior Martial Sister lost her chastity due to carelessness, her spirit is definitely still pure. Foster Father, please give her a lighter sentence. If it doesn't work, I'm willing to take her place! "
Hearing this, Lu Suxue almost broke down. She thought to herself, "What are you doing?" She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, not knowing what to do.
"Junior, Junior Martial Brother … Are you really willing to …" Li Hongzhuang's lips trembled.
Ye Qiuchi turned to Li Hongzhuang and sighed. "I only hope that Senior Martial Sister can live a dignified life even if she loses everything."
"Good child, Foster Father didn't misjudge you. Taking you as a disciple was really the wisest decision I made in my life." Wenren Weiyang somehow felt very comforted. "Since that's the case, let's go to the Hall of Performing Arts of the Department of Political Affairs."
The Hall of Performing Arts of the Department of Political Affairs was similar to the Musical House of the Dragon Emperor Dynasty. The people in the Hall of Performing Arts were all government prostitutes.
It was really unexpected that the Tower Master of the Blood-clothed Tower would suddenly fall and become a government prostitute. But compared to the Lich, this was already a great gift.
Li Hongzhuang was taken away.
On the way out of the palace, Lu Suxue gradually calmed down. She knew that everything had been settled. There would be no more accidents. Her goal had been achieved. From now on, the Blood-clothed Tower would be in her hands.
"Do you know why I protected her?" Ye Qiuchi, who was walking in front, suddenly asked.
Lu Suxue said, "Your Highness, do you want to leave us a way out?"
"It's for you." Ye Qiuchi turned around and looked at Lu Suxue affectionately.
Lu Suxue was excited. She threw herself into Ye Qiuchi's arms. "Your Highness …"
Ye Qiuchi hugged her and stroked her hair. He murmured, "I've done everything I can for you. Li Xueyi's old subordinates are not easy to deal with. You have to be very careful. When I become the Devil Monarch, you will be the Devil Queen. Take good care of yourself. "
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