The Great Immortal of Love: All My Female Disciples Are Yandere Chapter 409 - 147: Master-Slaying Maniac Bail Qingling, Plot

As the crowd continued to discuss fervently.

The mories on the do shifted once more.

No one knew how much ti had passed.

This ti, the male and female protagonists, the youthful Qingling Demon Sovereign and his newly pledged beautiful ntor, appeared in a bustling marketplace.

"ntor, this place is directly under the Demon Emperor’s Palace, in the city of Ten Thousand Demons. Is it really okay for us to be here...?"

The young man asked nervously, glancing at the woman in black by his side.

"Oh, are you worried about your ntor?"

The woman in black gave the young man a glance, her voice filled with pleasure.

"Ah."

The young man was slightly taken aback, and a blush spread across his pale cheeks: "I suppose I am."

"Alright, my obedient disciple, don’t worry."

The woman in black said: "The one attempting to assassinate the Demon Emperor is that old woman in white, what does it have to do with ?"

"That does make sense."

The young man nodded, then added: "ntor, I have a question I wish to ask you, but I’m worried it might offend you."

"Oh, if you’re worried it will offend , then don’t say it! Otherwise, you’ll make your master angry."

The woman in black continued to spread open the storage bag in her hands, carefully inspecting the goods inside.

Finally, seeing the young man’s embarrassed expression, she smiled and said: "Alright, if you want to ask, then just ask."

"Okay."

The young man hesitated for a second before asking: "ntor, I want to know, will that woman... Mu Xinlan, appear again?"

Upon hearing this, the woman in black paused, then said: "What? Are you afraid she’ll co out and kill you?"

"Not just for that reason."

The young man shook his head, his eyes sincere: "After spending this past half month with you, I’m now more afraid that..."

He stopped mid-sentence, his handso face turning red, unable to continue.

"Afraid of what? You little rascal, speaking only half your mind! I might just hit you, you know~!"

The woman in black laughed and admonished him, raising a fist playfully.

Yet the young man lowered his head shyly, and said softly: "Qingling is very afraid of never seeing you again, ntor!"

"Ah?"

Upon hearing this, the woman in black was stunned for quite a while. Then, she lifted her hat slightly, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face.

"Hmm, boy, these words... are they from your heart, or just to please ? Hmm?"

Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she asked seriously.

"Of course it’s sincere."

The young Demon Sovereign said: "That year, after my parents passed away, my life plunged into a dark abyss. To survive, I told many lies, did many things, and never believed anyone would be good to for no reason! Until—"

"I t you, ntor!"

"You are one of only two pure lights in my heart, besides that girl!"

The woman in black was initially moved but couldn’t help smirking when the young man said the last sentence: "No wonder the other day when I embraced you... you were so resistant, you were just a lovesick boy. Tsk tsk."

"Tell , which girl has you so captivated that you hold her as important as your ntor? Hmm?"

"She...."

The young Demon Sovereign’s handso face blushed with embarrassnt: "She was my junior sister, an innocent and kind girl."

"Oh, I see."

The woman in black nodded and continued checking the storage bag.

Perhaps curious about her reaction, the young man couldn’t help but ask: "Aren’t you curious about my forr sect, or my past with her?"

"It’s not important."

The woman in black raised an eyebrow. "Once you entered my tutelage, your past no longer mattered. As for that girl..."

"Until you beco strong enough, keep her in your heart for now, understand?"

"Thank you for your guidance, ntor!"

The young man, his eyes brimming with tears, bowed deeply again.

"Now, my dear disciple, one must look forward in life."

The woman in black patted the young man’s broad shoulder with one hand while lifting the storage bag with the other: "Co, see what lovely things I’ve bought for you."

The young man accepted the storage bag as instructed, opened it, and was imdiately stunned: "ntor, why did you purchase so much high-grade Phantom Spirit Silkworm Silk?"

"To make clothes, of course."

The woman in black replied: "As the saying goes, people are judged by their attire, and horses by their saddles. Look at you now, with your ragged clothes, how can that match your handso face and your status as the first disciple of the Asura Sword Sect?"

"Clothes?"

The young man pondered and said: "If you’re displeased with my shabby appearance, I can just buy a practice garnt by myself. Why bother you with it, ntor?"

"Tsk, you know nothing."

The woman in black clicked her tongue and said:

"The ’Mysterious Gold Heavenly Demon Robe’ I plan to make for you is no ordinary garnt. It’s extrely powerful, impervious to blades and weapons, perfectly complenting your Innate Formless Demon Body. The Phantom Spirit Silkworm Silk we purchased today is just the basic material. I still need to head to Wolf Head Mountain later to hunt down a few Wolf Devils and get so high-grade monster fur. Ah, so troubleso~"

"ntor."

The young man listened quietly from the side, already in tears:

"What virtues or capabilities does Qingling have to receive such favor from you, ntor?"

"Alright, alright, at first I thought you were resolute and unyielding before Mu Xinlan, didn’t expect you to be such a crybaby."