Is this demoness out of her mind?

After the initial shock, Qi Yuan’s mouth hung open blankly, confusion etched on his face as he stared at Ji Chan’er.

“Fairy Ji, why would you have such a strange idea… I’ve always been timid and kind-hearted. A demonic sect is simply not the place for me, alright?”

“Hmph!”

Ji Chan’er glared at him, her face frosty, and sneered.

“Mr. Qi, you might fool others, but you can’t fool me. I know exactly what kind of person you are.”

Her beautiful eyes narrowed, and her tone took on a strange, knowing edge.

“Stop pretending. You are a peerless fiend, the kind that appears once in ten thousand years!”

Me?

A peerless fiend?

Qi Yuan was stunned again, momentarily at a loss for words.

Seeing no trace of panic from having his “true nature” exposed, but instead a continued facade of clueless innocence, Ji Chan’er nodded inwardly with approval.

Even in this situation, he remains unflustered and composed. His heart is truly like solid rock, his fiendish nature profound. This alone proves he is no ordinary fish in a pond!

Convinced of her deduction, she spoke with utter seriousness.

“Since you persist, I will now expose your true face. Let’s see how you try to talk your way out of it!”

“Those three questions I asked you last time were actually the [Three Questions of Clarity] that every Saint Sect disciple must answer upon entry, specifically designed to test the applicant’s fiendish nature.”

“Only those who answer well are qualified to become Saint Sect disciples. And the answers you gave were even more perfect than the standard solutions left by the Fiend Ancestor himself. Dare you claim it’s not because you inherently possess a heart yearning for the fiendish path?”

“Uh…”

Hearing this, Qi Yuan couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth awkwardly.

He never imagined that casually answering a few questions he considered idiotic would lead to him being labeled a born fiend…

Seeing that Qi Yuan was “speechless,” Ji Chan’er smugly pursed her lips and continued.

“Someone like you is inherently suspicious and trusts no one. To you, Falling Cloud Valley is nothing more than a stepping stone. How could you possibly develop loyalty to such a minor sect?”

“Have you forgotten? In that illusion, your appearance was completely different. Illusions reflect the truest self. This proves your current face is fake!”

“If I’m not mistaken, ‘Big Qi’ is merely an alias. Name, appearance, background—all fabricated. Clearly, you’re preparing to betray Falling Cloud Valley in the future.”

“With such sinister intentions, deceiving your fellow disciples… how dare you still claim to be timid and kind-hearted?”

Damn!!!

At this moment, Qi Yuan finally realized why Ji Chan’er wanted to recruit him: she thought he was sufficiently “evil”!

Although her reasoning had gone completely off the rails, he had to admit that, through a series of coincidences, she had actually guessed quite a few things correctly…

Since his disguise was effectively blown, he reverted to his original appearance and spoke calmly.

“Ji Chan’er, my real name is Qi Yuan. What else do you know? Go ahead and say it all.”

Looking at the familiar, handsome face before her, Ji Chan’er couldn’t help but recall the various scenes of tender intimacy from the illusion…

A faint blush crept onto her snow-white cheeks, and her tone unconsciously softened.

“Qi Yuan, come back to the Saint Sect with me. The day you are promoted to Legacy Disciple, you will barely have the qualification to marry into the Ji family.”

“By then, I can also request the Ancestor to bestow upon you a Nine-Turn Spirit Ascending Pill to help improve your spiritual root aptitude.”

The thick affection in her words stirred something in Qi Yuan’s heart, but he quickly steadied himself and replied stiffly.

“Woman, are you telling me what to do?”

What?!

Hearing this cold, heartless statement, Ji Chan’er was utterly stunned.

In terms of status, she was a Nascent Soul cultivator, a direct descendant of the Ji family, holding a lofty position within the Nether Fiend Sect, the foremost power of the demonic path.

In terms of beauty, she was one of the Four Great Beauties of the Saint Sect, the dream goddess of countless male cultivators, showered with praise wherever she went.

Now, she had set aside her reserve to recruit a mere Qi Refining cultivator, promising tempting rewards and even hinting at marriage!

And yet, this guy’s attitude was so cold and hard…

“Are… are you insane?”

Ji Chan’er stared at Qi Yuan with angry disbelief.

Qi Yuan gave a faint smile, walked right up to her, provocatively lifted her delicate chin, and spoke in a deep voice.

“Listen. I don’t like anyone arranging my life, and I will never marry into the Ji family. So give up on that idea.”

“If I ever want to join a demonic sect, I’ll find my own way. I don’t need you meddling.”

“Besides, a mere Legacy Disciple of a demonic sect means nothing to me. I hear the position of Saint Son is currently vacant. If I’m going to be anything, I’ll be the Saint Son!”

He had figured it out. When dealing with a strong-willed woman like Ji Chan’er, gaining the upper hand required being even more forceful and domineering than her.

Otherwise, he’d be led by the nose forever.

Now that he had thrown caution to the wind—after all, this demoness couldn’t beat him in a fight—what was there to be afraid of?

This bastard… How dare he?!

Ji Chan’er was completely dumbfounded.

She wanted to turn hostile and teach this reckless man a cruel lesson about the methods of a Saint Sect Legacy Disciple.

But for some reason, being treated so unreasonably and roughly by Qi Yuan stirred a strange, thrilling sensation in her heart…

Domineering, forceful, unrestrained… Only a character like a chaotic fiend-god is worthy of being my man!

Soon, Ji Chan’er’s gaze grew hazy. She gently pressed her vermilion lips together and slowly closed her phoenix eyes, looking like a flower waiting to be plucked…

Seeing this, Qi Yuan was momentarily stunned. But having come this far, as a man, how could he back down in front of a demonic sect enchantress?

With this thought, he extended his hands and, in a few moves, subdued the demoness—who had given up all resistance—onto the ground…

An unknown amount of time later.

Qi Yuan sat on the ground, feeling a certain emptiness in life. At a time like this, a cigarette would be nice…

On the other side, Ji Chan’er, her cheeks flushed crimson, pushed herself up. As she straightened her disheveled hair and dress, she gritted her teeth and warned him.

“Mr. Qi, you dared to be disrespectful to me yet again! If you try this next time, I will absolutely not let you off lightly!”

Qi Yuan shrugged with a smile, his face calm.

“Don’t worry, I’m a gentleman. Next time, I’ll be proper and well-behaved… unless I have your consent…”

Ji Chan’er found the sentence somewhat familiar, but she didn’t dwell on it. Suppressing waves of physical weakness, she pulled a storage bracelet from her bosom and tossed it to Qi Yuan.

“Take the resources inside for now. Next time we meet, if you haven’t reached Foundation Building yet, I will personally kill you!”

After throwing down these words, she shot Qi Yuan a fierce glare, then transformed into a wisp of smoke and sped away.

Qi Yuan caught the bracelet and swept it with his spiritual sense. It was piled high with spirit stones and rare natural treasures. There were even several top-quality magical artifacts…

Looking at the storage bracelet in his hand, Qi Yuan’s expression turned somewhat odd. He muttered to himself.

“Bad news… Why do I feel like I’m being kept by a sugar mommy…”