Chapter 778: The Slightly Yandere Demon Woman

Chapter 778: The Slightly Yandere Demon Woman

“What are you doing with that thing?”

Lin Nuo said with noticeable disdain as Ling Meng treated the two drawings like treasures.

“My dear brother, don’t you think they’re beautifully drawn? Look, it captures your essence perfectly!”

“But didn’t you want to tear it apart before?”

“The mood was different! Originally, I wanted to tear it because it was a portrait of you yet labeled as Lin Nuo, which naturally made me angry. In a fit of rage, I destroyed it. But since Master Liu Shuqin clarified that it’s not really you, I can treat it as your portrait and keep it safe.”

“You have a collecting habit.”

“I only love collecting things related to you, dear brother! By the way, I still have a pillow with your portrait in my bedroom at the Refining Demon Sect. It’s not as impressive as this drawing, though.”

“Wait… you have a pillow with my portrait?”

Lin Nuo felt a chill run down his spine. Based on his years as a reclusive otaku, this was classic yandere behavior—snuggling a pillow at night and doing unmentionable things.

“Yep! My feelings for you are like the endless flowing river, always overflowing.”

Ling Meng cupped her face, like a lovesick girl, babbling loudly enough for others to hear.

Passersby overheard her proclaiming her love and longing for her brother, making it sound like they were lovers.

What’s going on with these siblings? It can’t be incest, right?

Lin Nuo quickly covered Ling Meng’s mouth and pulled her aside.

This girl, who used to be a leader, is now spouting nonsense—her IQ seems to be dropping!

“Alright, I get it. Just don’t do that; it’s very weird.”

Lin Nuo finally released her, keeping a watchful eye on his disciple’s state—she can’t head down the yandere path.

A yandere demon woman could be terrifying.

Those on the righteous path might hold back, after all, they have the sacred rules of righteousness binding them.

But demon practitioners don’t hold back—it’s all or nothing.

So, a yandere demon woman is extremely scary; he doesn’t want to follow the path of the tragic end of a guy like Cheng Ge.

As a major villain, dying at the hands of the protagonist is one thing; dying at the hands of a yandere demon woman would be positively pathetic—absolutely laughable!

“Weird? No, it’s not! How about this, if you won’t do that, it’s alright; a pillow isn’t very good after all.”

“Right, it’s not very good.” Lin Nuo nodded in agreement.

“Then let’s go for the real thing, the real thing is better.”

Ling Meng squinted with a smile, causing Lin Nuo to feel a slight chill down his spine.

If it’s the real thing, things might actually get worse, right?

“Enough of this, let’s go, don’t waste time.”

Lin Nuo tapped his disciple’s head, and they set off again to find black market merchants and head to the Refining Demon Sect.

Soon, they were sold to the Refining Demon Sect—a well-concealed operation where the demon practitioners had no idea who they were.

The labor force was in place, sent straight to the front lines where hard work was needed.

Initially, the plan was for Lin Nuo and Ling Meng to be separated at the Refining Demon Sect since they were of different genders and had different roles. But after Lin Nuo argued his case, citing his father’s tragic death, and how they depended on each other, they couldn’t be separated.

Of course, as a bribe to the demon practitioners, it was allowed.

Separation wasn’t good anyway; if the Refining Demon Sect recognized Ling Meng, that could lead to trouble.

So, they moved together.

The Refining Demon Sect didn’t provide any training; they were thrown straight to the front lines, receiving a harsh dose of reality.

The so-called front line was the edge of the Refining Demon Sect’s domain, where battles erupted frequently. One side involved the righteous sects, while the other was full of backstabbing factions, like Helong Hall and various shadowy organizations fighting for resources.

In the Refining Demon Sect, there’s a saying: being on the front line is akin to sending yourself to death.

I wonder if Ling Yuan, Ling Meng’s father, is dead or alive.

Let’s snoop around and check.

Upon reaching the front line, Lin Nuo and Ling Meng became laborers, actually moving bricks since they needed to rebuild the magic platform after the previous one was destroyed.

This magic platform was akin to the spirit platforms the Qin family built for observation and spellcasting, common at border regions, much like the ancient Great Wall.

The magic platform was sturdy, but its destruction made one wonder how fierce the assault was—like the Great Wall being trampled.

“Brother…”

Ling Meng tugged at Lin Nuo’s sleeve. How could a leader of a demon sect do such hard labor?

Moreover, she couldn’t even use demon power, making it even more difficult.

“Don’t panic.”

Lin Nuo surely wouldn’t genuinely move bricks—a Demon Ruler doing manual labor? That’s just ridiculous!

He came prepared with benefits to bribe the demon disciples.

As long as he didn’t target someone as stubborn as Asu, who got high moral ground, most would take the bait.

Sure enough, it worked; he was successfully bribed and didn’t need to move bricks.

Moreover, he learned that Ling Yuan was still alive.

Currently, he was leading a small squad, holding strong at his post. After all, he was a former leader with leadership skills, and in the Refining Demon Sect, they made full use of available personnel.

He was quite powerful and had lost a group of brothers but was still standing strong.

After receiving this news, Lin Nuo naturally set out to find him and bring him back.

At this moment, the second son of the Chen family, Chen Tu, arrived for inspection, supposedly to boost the morale of the sect disciples, but in reality, he was there to supervise, ready to chastise anyone not working hard enough.

He arrived at Ling Yuan’s squad, looked around, and said:

“Ling Yuan, I gave you so many men, how come only this few are left? You’re not even at a third of the original number.”

“Second Young Master, the enemies were quite fierce, and our magic platform collapsed, weakening our defenses. If we hold on, we’ll likely lose a lot of manpower and resources, and we still won’t hold up. I suggest we abandon this place and retreat to reduce losses.”

“Can’t hold it, but that’s your incompetence. How can you ask us to retreat? Your men died, and you return alive—don’t you feel ashamed? You should be building merit to make up for your mistakes.”

Chen Tu scolded him with ferocity.

“Second Young Master, our manpower is lacking…”

“The Refining Demon Sect is short on manpower, as is everywhere else. I haven’t seen others complain. We’re allowing you to lead; it’s because we see potential in you. You better cherish this opportunity; otherwise, your family will be history.”

“And what of my daughter, Ling Meng? How is she doing now?”

Ling Yuan asked softly, feeling uneasy not knowing about his daughter.

“She’s fine, doing well. Just focus on your work.”

Chen Tu responded casually, actually unaware of how Ling Meng was faring—just making things up.

Meanwhile, Lin Nuo and Ling Meng had slipped in and overheard their conversation. Ling Meng was furious, wanting to kill Chen Tu.

But Lin Nuo stopped her—there would be plenty of opportunities to deal with him later.

“What’s that?!”

A demon disciple shouted in panic, pointing to the sky, as a sword practitioner surrounded by a bunch of swords approached.