After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

Chapter 237 Immortal Demon Blood

"Sir, isn't this a bit inappropriate? After all, the other members of the royal family are coveting this last drop of immortal demon blood."

Xue Ji looked worried as she looked at Jun Mo Xie, her eyes full of worry and hesitation.

At that moment, Jun Moxie had already injected that drop of purple-gold blood into Lin Wanxi's brow. A purple-gold light instantly enveloped Lin Wanxi's entire body. Her body trembled slightly, and her previously chaotic breathing gradually stabilized.

"Hmph!" Jun Moxie snorted coldly, a fierce and resolute look flashing in his eyes. "I've worked diligently for so many years, so what's wrong with taking a drop of immortal and demon blood for my daughter? Besides, my daughter's bloodline can awaken twice, can they?"

There was a hint of demonic energy surrounding him, and his words were filled with unquestionable dominance.

"But this immortal demon blood has always been awarded only to those who have made great contributions to the demon clan. Xixi...is kind by nature. I'm worried that if those rumors reach her ears, she'll be unhappy."

Xue Ji frowned, her eyes full of worry, her voice soft but unable to hide her anxiety.

"..."

Jun Moxie was silent for a moment, then glanced at the unconscious Lin Wanxi with a gentle gaze. Then he raised his eyes and said to Xue Ji with a firm expression, "Don't worry about this matter. Take Wanxi to the Fortune Pool and take good care of her."

After saying this, he waved his sleeves, turned around and turned into a black streak of light and quickly left.

Xue Ji nodded slightly, carefully holding Lin Wanxi, and walked quickly towards the Creation Pool, her eyes full of concern and worry for Lin Wanxi.

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Tianjian Peak.

"Master, then Achuan and I will leave first?"

Jiang Wanying said this with a smile on her face as she turned to look at Achuan beside her, her eyes full of anticipation and excitement.

"Go ahead and have fun."

Xu Hanyi had a gentle smile on his face, his eyes full of doting, and waved gently.

With a sharp sound, Jiang Wanying and Lin Chuan's spiritual energy surged, and they instantly transformed into a brilliant stream of light, streaking off into the distance at lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, their figures disappeared into the vast sky.

The vast Tianjian Peak returned to tranquility in an instant. Xu Hanyi lifted his sleeve slightly and subconsciously smoothed his hair, his eyes following the direction the two had left.

"Hey."

Xu Hanyi sighed softly, and took a last look at the sky where Jiang Wanying and Lin Chuan disappeared. Then she turned around, took light lotus steps, her plain skirt fluttering in the wind, and slowly walked towards the side hall.

I miss the first day with Chuan'er and Ying'er.

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Monster clan.

Ye Wutan sat on the throne in the hall, listening with annoyance as the servants below reported on the recent events in the clan.

"Recently, everyone in our clan has been praising you, Lord Demon King, for your clear judgment of rewards and punishments. You are truly a wise ruler."

The servant spoke with a flattering look on his face while secretly looking up to observe Ye Wutan's expression, hoping to see a hint of satisfaction on the face of this moody demon king.

"What else?"

Ye Wutian asked expressionlessly, as if what the servant said just now was just an expected and common thing.

"Uh……"

The attendant hesitated, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He muttered, "Recently, almost all the women in my tribe regard Catwoman as a role model. Some even say that Catwoman should become the Demon Queen..."

As soon as the words came out, the hall suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The servants were so nervous that they dared not breathe and their bodies trembled slightly.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wutan's expression froze and he was silent for a moment, with complex emotions in his eyes that were difficult to discern.

After a moment, he said calmly: "Go down." His voice was calm, but it revealed a sense of unquestionableness.

The servant felt as if he had been pardoned. He hurriedly bowed and walked backwards out of the hall. He breathed a sigh of relief only after he walked out of the hall door. He raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead.

Ye Wutan sat alone on the throne, his eyes wandering a little.

"The Demon Queen..."

Ye Wutan murmured softly, and as he did so, he stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

In the bedroom.

Catwoman, dressed in a long purple gauze dress, leaned lazily against the window, her brows slightly furrowed, her face full of distress. She gazed out at the strange plants swaying in the wind and the fluttering butterflies, but she had no intention of appreciating them.

"The master who pushed me to become the Demon Queen thinks I'm not dying fast enough?" She murmured to herself, her voice full of helplessness and bitterness.

Ye Wutan's moodiness is like an unpredictable storm. When Catwoman thinks of She Jiu's fate, she feels a chill in her heart.

"What are you thinking?"

Ye Wutan had quietly walked into the bedroom at some point. His voice was low and cold, as if it carried icy spikes, cutting through the dull air in the bedroom.

Catwoman was startled and turned around hastily. Her distressed expression instantly subsided, replaced by a gentle smile. She bowed gracefully, "Sir, you are here."

Ye Wutian didn't say anything, but just looked at Catwoman quietly. His eyes were cold, like two bottomless pools, trying to see through every thought in Catwoman's mind.

"I was just thinking, if nothing had happened to my child..."

Catwoman lowered her eyes, her voice trembling with a barely perceptible sadness.

"Are you blaming me?" Ye Wutan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint light flashing in his eyes.

"I only blame myself."

Catwoman's voice trembled, tears welled up in her eyes, and she crouched even lower.

Ye Wutan didn't say anything else, but sat down beside the couch and waved to Catwoman.

Seeing this, Catwoman hurriedly stood up, took light steps, walked gracefully in front of Ye Wuotan, and slowly knelt down.

She lowered her head, her long black hair fell like a waterfall, and her slightly trembling shoulders revealed her inner tension and anxiety.

"I don't know why, but you've become more and more pleasing to my eyes recently. You seem even more charming than before."

As Ye Wutan spoke, he stretched out his slender fingers and gently pinched Catwoman's chin, lifting her face with a little force.

Catwoman was startled, a trace of panic flashing across her eyes, but she quickly forced herself to remain calm, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile: "It is my blessing to be favored by you, my lord."

"Recently, someone in my clan wants to nominate you to be the Demon Queen of this Emperor. What do you think?" Ye Wutan looked at the catwoman gently.

"..."

"I think this is absolutely unacceptable." Catwoman bit her lower lip, her face full of determination.

"Why?"

Ye Wutan raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes, and his gaze was fixed on Catwoman.

"I... served the late emperor. My Lord, you don't despise me now. I am already grateful. I am not worthy of the position of Demon Queen."

Catwoman's voice grew deeper and deeper, revealing deep inferiority and helplessness.

"Do you know how many people want this position but can't get it?"

Ye Wutan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice lingered in Catwoman's ears, with a hint of inquiry.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. I just want to be with you forever, and occupy a tiny place in your heart..."

As Catwoman spoke, she slowly stretched out her hand and gently placed it on Ye Wuotian's chest over his heart. Her eyes were full of sincerity and affection, as if at this moment, the only person in the world left was Ye Wuotian.

"..."

"Remove armor!"

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