“No one is allowed into the Forbidden Land of Yao Mountain Manor; get out immediately.”
Hearing Gu Hai’s resolute words, Gu Qing’s expression darkened. He swung the spiritual sword in his hand, and Sword Qi vibrated out, leaving a deep sword mark in front of Gu Miaojun, saying coldly.
Under Gu Hongyu’s careful guidance, some half-demons, more or less, developed a lot of humanity, and would not be as cruel and bloody as their fathers.
“Brother and Sister, it’s me, I’m Miaojun! Don’t you recognize me?”
Hearing their cold, rejecting voices, Gu Miaojun was very confused. She quickly wiped the dust from her small face, revealing her delicate and fair features.
“Slap! You little bastard, get out of here and go north, or I’ll break your dog legs.”
Gu Hai immediately stepped forward and slapped the young girl, saying with a ferocious expression.
“Little one, please, your brother is begging you, he’s about to come out. Hurry and leave here, go north to Qingyun Holy Land, and never return.”
Gu Hai sensed something, and a voice filled with extreme fear and pleading rang out in Gu Miaojun’s ear.
“Seventh Brother, what’s wrong with you? Woo woo woo, you used to dote on Miaojun the most! This is my home, I’m not going anywhere. Do you all not like me anymore?”
Gu Miaojun covered her swollen cheek, then cried out heartbrokenly:
“Woo woo, Father, Mother, come quickly! Seventh Brother is bullying me and trying to drive me away.”
“Shut up and get out, or it’ll be too late.”
Gu Hai roared in panic.
Deep within the cave of Yao Mountain Manor, the ten-foot-tall King of the Golden Haired Rats, who was greedily devouring human flesh, suddenly looked up upon hearing the commotion and laughed with uncontrolled joy:
“Hahahaha, Heaven helps this King!”
The giant rat demon king immediately transformed into a ball of brown demonic wind and flew rapidly towards the entrance.
“Woo woo woo, Father, Miaojun misses you so much!”
When Gu Miaojun saw the plump middle-aged man suddenly appear at the entrance, she rushed into his arms like a young swallow returning to its nest, crying loudly.
Two hundred years of day and night longing, like the overflowing Yellow River, became uncontrollable.
“Miaojun, why are you back? Didn’t that Soul Transformation Realm Immortal from Qingyun take you away?”
Gu Hongyu’s face was pale, and her body trembled continuously as she forced a smile and asked.
She hoped that the King of the Golden Haired Rats would be deterred and not harm Gu Miaojun.
“Hahahaha, Mother, don’t worry, that Xia Changqing is just a wounded paper tiger, he can’t do anything to us. I’m not going anywhere, I want to protect you all.”
Gu Miaojun said, beaming with joy and pride.
“Hahahaha, good child! Our family will never be separated.”
The plump middle-aged man kissed Gu Miaojun’s little face fiercely and laughed up to the sky.
“Mm-hmm, I never want to be separated from Father, Mother, brothers, sisters, and younger siblings again.”
Gu Miaojun nodded obediently.
“You’re confused! Why did you come back to this demon’s den? We are not your real parents. Your real parents were eaten by this golden-haired rat demon long ago. He wants to use you as a breeding vessel!”
Gu Hongyu cried out in heartbroken anguish.
“Mother, what exactly are you saying? How could Father be a monster?”
Upon hearing this, Gu Miaojun suddenly looked up, staring intently at the middle-aged man’s hideous and ugly rat face, and shrieked sharply:
“Monster! I order you to let go of me quickly. My Master is Murong Bing, the Supreme Master of Qingyun Holy Land. If you dare to harm a single hair on me, she will definitely not let you off. Woo woo woo, Senior Brother, Miaojun knows her mistake, please come out and save me!”
“Hehehehe, good daughter, you’ve only been away from home for half a month, and you’ve already become a True Disciple of the Qingyun Sect. You’re really amazing! Hahahaha, if you’re a True Disciple of Qingyun, then I’m an ancient demon god.”
The golden-haired rat demon laughed up to the sky.
Then he picked up Gu Miaojun and fled deep into the rat demon’s cave.
“Hiss!”
The onlookers outside the Haotian Mirror gasped in unison as they watched this scene. So Gu Miaojun was not abducted by Xia Changqing to Qingyun Holy Land, but rather rescued from the demon’s den.
“Master, please save Junior Sister Four quickly. She truly knows her mistake, she cannot be defiled by that disgusting rat demon!”
Lin Xinyue cried with red eyes. She and Gu Miaojun were like sisters, and she truly didn't want her to suffer such humiliation.
Although this was her own doing, putting aside the facts, was Xia Changqing not at fault?
“That’s right! Master Teacher. Please be lenient and save Miaojun.”
Ye Fan clasped his hands and pleaded repeatedly.
He had already secretly pledged his life to Gu Miaojun. If the latter were to be humiliated by the rat demon, it would be tantamount to him being cuckolded.
“The world within the Haotian Mirror, although constructed from real past time fragments, also contains illusion. Miaojun’s body will not be harmed; it’s merely like having a nightmare. Moreover, once the Haotian Mirror begins time-reversal, there is no possibility of it stopping abruptly.”
Murong Bing responded indifferently.
The red thread of fate on Gu Miaojun was not yet damaged, and Ye Fan’s Heavenly Dao Luck had not yet been weakened. How could she end this game?
Murong Bing had never been a soft-hearted Saintess.
“Master, what should I do? Do you have any ideas? I don’t want to be cuckolded for no reason. Although it’s not real, it still makes me extremely disgusted!”
Ye Fan continuously communicated with Gu Chen in his Sea of Consciousness, asking for help in a panic.
The thought of the beautiful Gu Miaojun being humiliated and possessed by an ugly rat demon, and even being forced to bear its offspring, made him feel nauseous, as if he had suffered a great humiliation.
“Ye Fan, although the Haotian Mirror is a top-tier Emperor Weapon, it cannot turn falsehood into truth or create something from nothing. It must also abide by the operating rules of the Emperor Weapon’s Origin. Gu Miaojun has no substantial harm whatsoever. Besides, as a true man, what does a cuckold mean? Your Master, I don’t know how many times I’ve been cuckolded; you just get used to it.”
Gu Chen couldn’t help but think of his beloved wife, sighing with emotion.
“Master, I’m not as great as you. The operating rules of the Emperor Weapon’s Origin? I’ve got it, I’ve thought of a way.”
Ye Fan had a flash of inspiration and continued respectfully to Murong Bing:
“Master Teacher, the Haotian Mirror also has its rules of deduction and operation. As long as this golden-haired rat demon is killed, the world in the mirror can be broken, and Junior Sister Miaojun will be safe and sound, won’t she?”
“That’s one way.”
Murong Bing’s stunningly beautiful face, devoid of any Mortal emotions, was like an ancient God, high above, untouched by worldly affairs, she said indifferently.
“Master, please quickly order Senior Brother to go and kill this disgusting big rat and save Senior Sister Four! That ugly rat demon is already tearing off Senior Sister’s clothes!”
Li Yue’er shrieked, her face pale, as she watched the heavily pixelated, R-rated scene inside the Haotian Mirror.
“Didn’t you see Changqing is in closed-door cultivation healing his injuries? He’s so badly injured, yet when have you ever truly cared about him? You are just a bunch of ungrateful white-eyed wolves.”
Murong Bing said with a cold, mocking laugh.
Following a series of shrill, painful screams from deep within the rat den, the scene shifted to Xia Changqing.
“Phew, the Haotian Mirror truly lives up to its name as a top-tier Emperor Weapon. Not only is it good for offense and defense, but it also has remarkable healing effects. Hehe, I really want to snatch it back from Master again. To be honest, I, Xia Changqing, have conquered countless women, but none can compare to Master in terms of figure, appearance, or fun in bed. Oh, Amitabha, what a sin, what a sin. Xia Changqing, you’ve already washed your hands of such matters, you can’t think about defying the Master-Disciple relationship anymore.”
Half a month later, Xia Changqing’s injuries were mostly healed, but those involuntary thoughts were transmitted to Murong Bing’s ears, not missing a single word.
“Boom! This Wicked Disciple, he’ll never change!”
The Master Teacher Hall outside suddenly shook, and Murong Bing gritted her teeth in anger.