Chapter 511: Don’t Want to Look? Too Bad, You’ve Got to Watch!
The atmosphere was tinged with a hint of awkwardness, as Yun Zhonghe knelt down with such skill that even the Demon Sovereign was momentarily taken aback.
The Demon Sovereign hadn’t even considered forcing Yun Zhonghe to kneel.
Now this was… incredibly amusing!
On the other side, Su Xiaoxiao was also finding herself on the ground; her cultivation level was far inferior to that of the Demon Sovereign, so her kneeling was just a fraction slower than Yun Zhonghe’s.
She had previously shown little interest in the about-to-d*e Yun Zhonghe, but now her eyes were firmly fixed on him once again.
In the Demon Sovereign’s eyes, human cultivators always struck an arrogant pose, rattling off self-righteous phrases while branding the Demon Clan as the villains, refusing to bow down under any circumstances.
She had thought Yun Zhonghe would be another boring human cultivator, but he seemed a bit different.
So when Yun Zhonghe knelt without a hint of mental resistance, the corners of the Demon Sovereign’s mouth began to curl upward, and she struggled to suppress a smile.
She knew Yun Zhonghe well—though the Demon Clan had been trapped in the Demon Domain for a thousand years, nearly severing all ties with the Human Domain, thanks to the unparalleled abilities of the Dao-Integration Supreme, she knew far more about the Human Domain than those humans realized.
Even the recent battle between good and evil was something she was very much aware of.
If she lacked such capabilities, how could she claim the name of Supreme?
“Interesting little yellow-haired kid, look up and let me have a good look at you.”
The Demon Sovereign said with a coy smile, her voice oozing a seductive charm that sent shivers down one’s spine.
But when Yun Zhonghe thought back to that soul-sucking glance earlier, he hesitated to look up, feeling like another peek might just make him explode.
But the next second, a bare, jade foot was propped against his chin, blocking his line of sight.
Yun Zhonghe’s body stiffened instantly.
A delicate foot, with red silk tied around the ankle, jingling with gold bells, and skin as pure as snow.
Gasp… Is this something I’m allowed to look at?
The Jade Foot of the Supreme!
Yun Zhonghe’s mind buzzed, and faced with the sight of that bare foot, he suddenly had the overwhelming urge to hug it and play with it.
Sure, he wasn’t really a foot guy… but right now, who cares?
Deep down, Yun Zhonghe knew he was being bewitched again; it turned out that a natural charm didn’t solely depend on a face or eyes—just a foot could drive someone crazy.
“Is it pretty?”
The Demon Sovereign smiled casually, her voice making one’s ears tingle.
Pretty! Pretty! So very pretty!
Yun Zhonghe’s rationality was thrown into chaos; the fact that he didn’t immediately shout “Sister, step on me!” was a testament to his willpower.
He widened his eyes and breathed heavily, holding his position still, desperately suppressing his inner turmoil.
Any other righteous cultivator with a touch of sanity would likely be cursing her out by now.
Yet Yun Zhonghe stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights.
His bottom line wavered but somehow remained solid.
He hadn’t seen someone so entertaining in a long time.
Such a pity that they’re a short-lived ghost.
The Demon Sovereign watched Yun Zhonghe’s expression and chuckled softly, her laughter light and captivating.
Beside them, Su Xiaoxiao watched as Yun Zhonghe silently endured the “humiliation” from the Demon Sovereign, her fists clenching instinctively within her sleeves.
She understood that Yun Zhonghe’s humiliating kneel was for her sake.
He had warned her earlier to avoid acting impulsively, yet here she was, having provoked the Demon Sovereign out of a moment of madness.
If it weren’t for Yun Zhonghe giving up his dignity and willingly kneeling, she might have already faced the wrath of the Demon Sovereign—or worse, lost her life!
Su Xiaoxiao felt a pang of guilt but, more than that, a swell of frustration.
But right now, they couldn’t lash out, for the Demon Sovereign was immensely powerful—far stronger than any enemy they had ever encountered.
At that moment, the Demon Sovereign also noticed the dissatisfaction glinting in Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes, and she slightly shifted her foot, planting it right in front of Su Xiaoxiao.
“I’m feeling a bit tired; give my feet a massage.”
Su Xiaoxiao froze.
She’s humiliating me!
Having endured ridicule and scorn since childhood, Su Xiaoxiao was quite skilled at identifying when someone was trying to shame her.
Normally, she might just brush it off with a smile or remain silent. But now…
She instinctively glanced at Yun Zhonghe.
There he was, pale-faced, looking quite anxious.
Yes, right now, Yun Zhonghe was as tense as a spring.
He had a strong feeling that this was a critical moment in the plot—a scene that was supposed to unfold in the original storyline.
The Demon Sovereign wanted to humiliate Huang Aotian and the female lead by making them handle servant duties, starting with a foot massage from Mu Jixue and the female lead.
If they didn’t comply, the Demon Sovereign might just reach into their chests and send them back to the start.
If Su Xiaoxiao dared to utter a single “no,” both of them would be toast.
No! They couldn’t just sit back and watch!
With d*ath looming on the horizon, Yun Zhonghe wouldn’t sit idle. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly executed a shocking move.
He swooped in and grabbed the Demon Sovereign’s jade foot, cradling it in his arms.
It was time to show off some real skills!
Step aside! Let the professional handle this!
“Master, my friend is rather clumsy and unrefined. Why don’t I take over?”
What’s a little massage? Yun Zhonghe had practiced secretly!
Of course, it was all for Mu Jixue; he figured it might come in handy someday.
Like, post-battle recovery massages to speed up her healing while sneaking in some skinship to build their relationship…
Who would have thought it would actually come to that—even though the recipient was not Mu Jixue at all?
With that thought, Yun Zhonghe eagerly got to work.
Initially, the Demon Sovereign resisted, but once Yun Zhonghe’s hands got to work… wow… it surprisingly felt pretty nice.
Sitting on her throne, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the massage. Eventually, feeling good enough, she even laid both feet in front of Yun Zhonghe with a satisfied expression.
Not bad, not bad~ Very comfy!
She had once assumed that human cultivators merely focused on mindless training, unable to do anything else but brawl, but here was a surprising talent.
Her opinion of Yun Zhonghe was rising sharply.
Yun Zhonghe, with knees planted on the ground, set the Demon Sovereign’s jade foot on his lap and pulled out his secret weapon for winning over Huang Aotian, meticulously working the foot.
Su Xiaoxiao watched the scene before her, shuddering, her face paling as if the sight was even harder to bear than her own humiliation.
Yun Zhonghe’s talent was astonishing; in the Xuantian Sect, he was revered by countless young disciples, and his hands should be wielding the Spiritual Sword that could split the heavens, not serving others like a lackey.
But Su Xiaoxiao also understood deep down that Yun Zhonghe was doing this for her, sacrificing his dignity while being forced to swallow his pride.
Yet here she was, only able to watch.
Watching Yun Zhonghe serve another woman.
Su Xiaoxiao bit down hard on her lip.
The Demon Sovereign, sitting high up, caught the look in Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes, and a smile crept onto her lips, one that could turn the whole world upside down.
It seemed this little girl did not relish watching that yellow-haired brat give her a foot massage.
The girl didn’t want to look? Well, the Supreme would ensure she got an eyeful!
