"Scum of the Demon Sect, don't even think about tricking me!"
Qin Xueyan circulated her cultivation technique in secret, preparing to forcibly break through the Spirit-Sealing Pill and strike down this petty scoundrel.
She had seen too many scoundrels from the Demon Sect. Many of them appeared refined and courteous on the surface, humble and polite, but once they tore off their masks, they proved to be cruel, cold, despicable, and shameless.
The little scoundrel before her had a silver tongue; most likely, he wanted to break her psychologically and make her willingly let herself be toyed with to satisfy his filthy desires.
Bah!
Shameless scoundrel, prepare to meet your end!
Just as Qin Xueyan was about to forcibly break the seal, she abruptly sensed a presence lingering outside the room.
Though her spiritual power was sealed, her spiritual perception remained sharp. The cultivation level of the person outside was not low, hiding their tracks like this and eavesdropping outside the door—could the Tianhuan Sect have grown suspicious of her identity?
This little scoundrel was likely just part of their test.
*Don't worry, I will definitely use this face to slay the Demon Lord and avenge you!*
At that moment, Qin Xueyan was silently apologizing in her heart to the junior sister who had died and whose face she had borrowed.
Fang Yang asked with a trace of trepidation.
Qin Xueyan clenched her fists tightly and said with feigned shyness, "Whatever Husband likes is fine."
Since they were putting on a play, they had to commit to the entire routine to avoid arousing the Demon Sect's suspicions and ruining everything at the last moment.
What number one immortal of the righteous path? She was basically a black-bellied Best Actress!
Fang Yang chanted inwardly while keeping his face gentle:
"Wife, can I call you Rou'er from now on?"
If he refused, it would make him look less like a member of the Demon Sect and invite needless suspicion, so he quickly added:
Only, that word "Husband" was uttered with utmost humiliation. Resentment flared in Qin Xueyan's heart, and her fingernails almost dug into her flesh.
Good grief, is this how undercover missions are played?
Fine, fine! Since the Immortal Fairy likes to act, I'll play along with you.
Back when the righteous sects retreated in defeat, Qin Xueyan had made a split-second decision to fake being captured, hastily transforming into the likeness of Junior Sister Yurou.
*This little scoundrel actually isn't touching me?*
Sensing that the person outside was still there, Qin Xueyan made her voice even gentler:
As for reporting Qin Xueyan's identity to the higher-ups of the Tianhuan Sect, Fang Yang would never do anything so idiotic.
She just hadn't expected the Demon Sect scoundrel to be even more cunning and suspicious than she had imagined. They had already treated her as an object to be bestowed upon a junior disciple, yet they still subjected her to such tests.
"Ahem, ahem," Fang Yang gave a dry cough, glancing at the bed draped in a red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks:
"Rou'er, you sleep on the bed tonight. I'll sleep in the outer room."
He was terrified of angering this formidable matriarch and getting himself killed with a single palm strike.
Qin Xueyan was somewhat taken aback. She had expected this crafty little scoundrel to seize the opportunity to take liberties with her, never imagining he would act with such genuine gentlemanly restraint.
Suddenly, a pretty and charming little face appeared right before him.
Fang Yang wore an equally gentle expression: "My name is Fang Yang. Wife, might you tell me your honorable name?"
With a look of resigned desolation, Qin Xueyan took the wine cup Fang Yang handed her, linked arms with him, and then tilted back her snow-white neck to drain the wine in one gulp.
Qin Xueyan said to Fang Yang, looking "moved":
"Husband, since we have already bowed before the wedding hall and shared the nuptial wine, we are now husband and wife. How can I let you sleep outside? Let us... sleep together."
He gently lifted Qin Xueyan's red bridal veil and removed the mask from her face.
With a creature of soft jade and fragrant warmth right beside him, the scent of her delicate perfume filling his senses, he didn't dare to make a single move.
Qin Xueyan's tense body relaxed slightly, and she said softly:
Fang Yang froze.
*Hmph, so he really is still testing me.*
As a junior disciple, Fang Yang's quarters were not large, consisting only of an outer room, a bedroom, and a kitchen.
"Good, good!" Fang Yang blew out the candles, and the room plunged into darkness.
After drinking the nuptial wine, a trace of a blush appeared on Qin Xueyan's delicate face, her voice tinged with apology and entreaty:
"Husband... husband, I still don't know your name?"
*This little scoundrel is truly detestable. Is he deliberately toying with and humiliating me?*
"It's just that I still harbor sorrow in my heart and cannot serve Husband with my whole heart. I only hope Husband will grant me some time. Once I untangle the knot in my heart, I will surely play the zither in harmony with Husband and bear your progeny."
Fang Yang wailed inwardly: *Fairy, you already changed your face, why didn't you make it a bit uglier?*
Wouldn't taking someone like this outside draw the eyes of every man?
*Junior Sister Yurou, I'm sorry. The situation was urgent at the time, and I had no choice but to take your face.*
To save his own skin right now, he had to cooperate with Qin Xueyan and keep up the act so no flaws would be exposed.
Before things came to light, he had to make himself strong as quickly as possible.
Upon uttering that final phrase about "bearing your progeny," Qin Xueyan felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation and resentment. She swore to herself that she would grind every single scoundrel of the Demon Sect to dust!
*Holy crap, playing it this big?*
Fang Yang was dumbfounded, never expecting Qin Xueyan to propose sharing a bed with him.
Qin Xueyan bowed gracefully and gratefully to Fang Yang, then said with shyness:
"Husband, let us rest."
"Wife, I'm going to sleep."
Seeing Qin Xueyan drink the nuptial wine with such readiness, Fang Yang began plotting how to get along with her in the future so that this immortal who harbored such deep hatred for evil wouldn't make a move against him.
There was only one bed in the bedroom, and Fang Yang naturally didn't dare to sleep with this female fiend.
He faked a yawn to signal that he harbored no lustful intentions.
*This Qin Xueyan really knows how to go all out.*
"Thank you for your understanding, Husband."
Yurou was her favorite junior sister—petite and incredibly cute, though unfortunately she had perished in the righteous-demonic war.
This was fine too. As long as he played along with her act and helped her conceal her identity, his life would be temporarily secured.
What kind of routine was this?
He had imagined all sorts of possibilities—such as Qin Xueyan turning hostile and attacking, resisting to the death, or responding with cold indifference.
The battlefield had been chaotic, and Junior Sister Yurou's body had been utterly destroyed, so Qin Xueyan wasn't worried that the Demon Sect would see through her disguise.
Fang Yang immediately put on a deeply moved expression: "Don't worry, Fairy! From now on, I will surely cherish and respect you, and I will never force you to do anything against your will!"
Yet he had never expected Qin Xueyan to put on such a frail and gentle act.
"Wife, I'm coming up?"
Coupled with that tall and voluptuous figure, in modern terms, she was a pure yet alluring babe with an innocent face and a killer body.
At this thought, the fists Qin Xueyan had clenched so tightly slowly relaxed, and her voice turned delicate and pitiful:
"I have already been reduced to a prisoner with my cultivation entirely lost. Things have reached this point, and I only hope you will keep your promise and not bully or humiliate me..."
"Husband, I am weary as well."
*Good grief, she comes up with lines right on the spot.*
In modern terms, it was a standard one-bedroom apartment.
A storm of thoughts raged in Qin Xueyan's mind as she said softly, "This concubine's surname is Mo, and my given name is Yurou."
Qin Xueyan felt a chill run through her.
"Husband... come up."
Concentrating her senses, she discovered that the person outside had still not left.
*Tsk tsk, the fairy's undercover operation, huh?*
The play had already begun; there was no turning back now.
"Very well, I'll listen to you in everything, Wife."
Qin Xueyan removed her outer red bridal robes, leaving on a thin white gauze dress, and lay down fully clothed on the bed, pulling the red mandarin-duck quilt over herself.
Gritting her teeth, Qin Xueyan finally uttered those intensely humiliating words:
"I will set my mind at ease and be your wife."
Since this little scoundrel loved acting so much, she would play along with him.
*Whatever! Once I recover my cultivation in half a year, this little scoundrel will surely die. I'll just let him taste a little sweetness for now!*
Secondly, the Demon Sect was cruel and suspicious. She only knew this woman was Qin Xueyan because of her cheat, but she had no hard evidence. Given the Demon Sect's style of operation, they would most likely execute both her and Qin Xueyan together.
Lowering her head slightly, her delicate brows tinged with sorrow, she pleaded:
Her eyes were bright, her nose exquisitely upturned, her cherry lips soft, and her expression brimming with naive innocence.
"Don't worry, Wife. We will only share the bed; if you are unwilling, I will never force you."
First, the moment she made any unusual move, Qin Xueyan would likely silence her.
"Since that is the case, hus—husband, let us drink the nuptial wine."
She had endured humiliation and hardship, finally infiltrating the Demon Sect; she couldn't ruin the big picture on a sudden impulse.
Since the Demon Sect had gone to such lengths to test her, they naturally wouldn't poison the wine again. She had to drink this nuptial wine to make the Demon Sect scoundrels believe she had accepted her fate and surrendered.
Fang Yang cautiously climbed onto the bed.
Gritting her teeth, Qin Xueyan had no choice but to respond in a sweet, soft voice:
Fang Yang hadn't expected the number one immortal of the righteous path to be so open-minded. Fine, since he had to play his part in this performance, he would give it his all.
In the dark room, the newlywed couple lay on the bridal bed, each closing their eyes while remaining utterly on guard against the other, completely devoid of sleep.
Outside, the figure lurking in the shadows flashed and vanished.