The crowd looked at him with unutterable feelings, but recalling that the person just now had managed to withstand a sudden strike from Venerable Chang Yan, he shouldn't be so low-ranked in the cultivation world. It was indeed possible that he was the Demon Realm's Venerable Lord.
After all, in the current state of affairs, only the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm could contend with Chang Yan.
At this moment, Feng Fuling stepped forward and calmly analyzed, "Impossible! Why would the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm be by Qiao Ci's side? He would never lower himself to be her cook! The Demon Lord of the Demon Realm is bloodthirsty and vicious; he definitely wouldn't let Qiao Ci live. She might have had some fortuitous encounter that allowed her to escape the Demon Lord's clutches."
She was practically saying that the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm didn't kill her, which made him special to her. He killed every other human he encountered to show his affection for her.
Chang Yan: ...
The crowd: ...
Chang Yan had found himself such a fig leaf, only to be denied by his own disciple and a woman. His face turned as dark as ink, and he turned to leave.
"Oh dear, Master, wait for me. Let's go back together." Feng Fuling thought her relationship with Chang Yan was public, and that she would be Chang Yan's Dao companion in the future. She quickly ran forward.
Chang Yan was angry at the moment. Without even turning his head, he left with only the remark, "I sustained internal injuries when I went to the Demon Realm previously, and you saved me with your special physique. From now on, we will still be master and disciple. However, it is inconvenient for you to continue living on Snow Peak, so you will reside at the foot of Snow Peak like other disciples."
Feng Fuling was stunned.
Did Master refuse to acknowledge their romantic relationship?
Why?
Chang Yan didn't give her an answer; only his indifferent back faced her.
The crowd dispersed, and apart from a senior disciple who had long harbored a secret crush on her, no one else was by her side.
"Junior Sister Fuling, I, I'll take you to your new residence." Wang Gang looked at Feng Fuling woodenly, with obvious joy in his eyes.
Master doesn't want Junior Sister Fuling anymore, doesn't that mean he has a chance?
Feng Fuling tried hard to hide the disgust in her eyes and said with a wry smile, "Then I'll trouble Senior Brother."
"No trouble, no trouble," Wang Gang replied quickly.
After arriving at her new residence, Feng Fuling pondered and finally guessed why Chang Yan's attitude had suddenly changed.
Could it be that he was jealous of the Demon Lord Chi Ming?
In the dead of night, she secretly went to Snow Peak under the cover of darkness, wanting to explain things clearly to Chang Yan. However, she discovered a strange woman's figure on Snow Peak, a place where outsiders were usually not allowed.
Feng Fuling knew it was Li Chunxiang, the only female elder of Hengjian Sect, who had always admired Chang Yan and never treated her kindly.
Feng Fuling was furious. He had promised that he would only love her, that only she could live on Snow Peak. What was Li Chunxiang doing here now?
Seeing Li Chunxiang standing extremely close to Chang Yan, she didn't go up to question them. Biting her lip, she turned and left!
"Senior Brother Chang Yan, the only way to minimize the impact of today's events is for you to choose a Dao companion other than Feng Fuling. And I am the suitable candidate." Li Chunxiang had already seen Feng Fuling. Her eyes flickered, and she deliberately leaned her body, appearing extremely intimate with Chang Yan.
"No need, thank you, Junior Sister Chunxiang. It's late, you should head back." Chang Yan directly refused.
The reason he let Li Chunxiang into Snow Peak was to test if other women besides Feng Fuling were acceptable.
As a result, he found that he couldn't accept anyone else at all.
After sending Li Chunxiang away, he leaped onto Feng Fuling's residence, only to find it empty...
*
Qiao Ci finally followed Chong Han to the Demon Realm.
Looking at Qiao Ci's pale face, Chong Han's expression remained gloomy, as if someone owed him eight million.
"What's wrong?" They didn't go to the Demon Palace but stayed in an inn. Seeing his unhappiness, Qiao Ci couldn't help but ask.
"What else could be wrong? I'm angered by someone! They really don't care about their own body, abandoning so many years of cultivation!" Chong Han was still the Demon Lord in the guise of a young cook, pouting, which made him look a bit cute.
"Cultivation can be regained, but I never want to have any more dealings with Hengjian Sect." Qiao Ci's voice was faint, indifferent.
Thinking of the medicinal cuisine in the previous recipes, Chong Han glared at Qiao Ci and borrowed the inn's kitchen to prepare a delicious meal to replenish her body.
"Host, are you never going to reveal the cub's identity?" Little Spoon asked curiously.
"If he's having fun, then let him have fun." Qiao Ci's expression remained unchanged as she sat cross-legged on the bed, mending her injuries.
Little Spoon felt that Qiao Ci was also ruthless. She could have easily extricated herself but chose such a drastic method, which indicated her strong dislike for Chang Yan and Feng Fuling.
Suddenly, it felt curious about what happened to the two after their private moments were exposed and quietly went to check.
At this moment, Feng Fuling was walking alone in the desolate wilderness with a small bundle on her back, at the very edge of the Demon Realm.
What was this operation?
Little Spoon was bewildered.
When she told Qiao Ci about the situation, Qiao Ci replied while drinking soup, "Perhaps she thinks she's incredibly charming and can find someone better."
As she spoke, she glanced at Chong Han beside her.
As expected, Feng Fuling was likely heading for the Demon Lord, but this Demon Lord was not the one she was thinking of, and she would likely be disappointed.
"Go and investigate where Chi Ming's soul has escaped to," Qiao Ci instructed calmly.
"Alright!" Little Spoon immediately responded.
"What's wrong? Is it not to your taste?" Chong Han asked with concern, seeing Qiao Ci's expression falter slightly.
He even spooned a small bowl of soup and took a few sips himself. Finding the taste acceptable, he looked at Qiao Ci in confusion.
"I just suddenly remembered someone," Qiao Ci said frankly.
"Who?" Chong Han's heart skipped a beat. Who was it? Could it be a man she liked?
"Chi Ming," Qiao Ci said without reservation.
"Is he the Demon Lord that Feng Fuling mentioned?" Chong Han asked as if confused.
"What do you think?" Qiao Ci looked at him with a half-smile.
"Cough, cough, what do I think..." Chong Han became slightly uncomfortable under her gaze, looking embarrassed.
"You've returned to the Demon Realm. Aren't you going to attend to your own affairs?" Qiao Ci felt that he was a very leisurely Demon Lord, acting as a cook for others all day long, didn't he have anything else to do?
"I was assigned to you by the Demon Lord. Cough, cough, meaning I'm your person now. Wherever you go, I go. My only task is to cook for you." Chong Han's ears turned slightly red after saying this.
"Then you should remember your words," Qiao Ci looked at him meaningfully.
"Of course!" Chong Han straightened his back, his word being as good as his bond.
The demon communication stone in the space kept vibrating. Chong Han frowned, "Eat more. I have something to attend to outside."
As soon as he stepped out, several protectors surrounded him, chattering, "Your Highness, there's a woman who calls herself Feng Fuling and is clamoring to see you!"