Chapter 209: Bathhouse Cuckoldry, Master Don't Turn Around, I'm Your Aunt! (1)
"Auntie, let's skip the cultivation guidance for now. It's just a waste of time."
"I know my aptitude. The demonic cultivation techniques you know require high talent."
"If I force myself to learn them, I fear even you would be disappointed."
"Rather than wasting time on me, I hope you can guide Long Ye instead. She has great potential."
Su Qing naturally shifted the topic to Long Ye.
This former Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect was destined to become the real master of the future Demoness.
What he was doing now was merely advancing the timeline.
The sooner she took a master, the sooner her strength could grow. That was good for him too.
"Long Ye, are you willing to take me as your master?"
Gu Hanyan paused a moment and asked.
If she were to form her own power and retainers, she naturally needed people she knew and trusted.
And with her nephew vouching for Long Ye's character, there shouldn't be a problem.
She could also justifiably act under the title of master—a win-win.
Of course, in the Demonic Sect, master-disciple bonds weren't always reliable.
But compared to total strangers, a master-disciple relationship was undoubtedly closer.
What kind of person this girl really was, she would observe over time.
"Disciple greets Master!"
Without hesitation, Long Ye knelt down and kowtowed to formally take her as master.
Su Qing watched the scene, his eyes filled with emotion.
They shared goals and needs, and with him as the bridge, everything fell into place.
The future awe-inspiring Demon Lord was finally on track, and this time, earlier than ever before.
Had he just witnessed history? Or perhaps even pushed it forward?
He didn't know. But what he did know was that he now had a better grip on the future.
Everyone here had incredible drive.
Once the relationship was confirmed, training could begin.
"I am not a gentle master. My training will be extremely harsh."
"Disciple, are you prepared?"
Gu Hanyan looked at Long Ye, her eyes intense.
"Master, bring on whatever training you want. No matter what, I'll endure it!"
"There's no such thing as gentleness in the Demonic Sect. I have to grow stronger!"
Long Ye spoke with passion and determination.
Back in the Demonic Sect, she had a completely unqualified master.
Just imagine—a master who feared their own disciple. How could they ever teach real skills?
During that time, her cultivation stagnated for a long while.
Under those circumstances, of course she craved a real master who could help her grow!
Strength was the foundation of everything!
"Very good. Then let's begin. The most direct training is life-or-death combat!"
"Only in the face of death can you squeeze out your full potential and keep improving!"
"This is the hard-won lesson I've learned. Don't waste my efforts."
Gu Hanyan's tone was laced with satisfaction.
No master liked lazy, unmotivated disciples.
The Demoness' sincere attitude made her very pleased.
"...Yes."
This time, Long Ye's response was much slower than before.
Truth be told, the little she-devil was a bit dazed now.
Shouldn't they evaluate her skill level first before deciding on a plan?
Oh wait, real strength shows in combat. Alright then.
As the training began, the little she-devil's nerves tensed to the max.
Once it started, there was no room to relax—she was plunged into a life-and-death crisis.
It felt like a mouse facing a cat, that sense of being hunted and about to be killed!
Even though she kept telling herself this was only training, fear still gripped her.
Her heartbeat raced, light sweat broke out over her pale skin, and her pupils slightly contracted.
The fight hadn't even begun, but the pressure alone sent her into full alert!
Once Gu Hanyan saw her somewhat adapt to the atmosphere, she immediately attacked.
Panic flashed in Long Ye's eyes.
She could clearly feel that the opponent hadn't completely overpowered her.
Yet even with the gap narrowed, the pressure was still overwhelming.
The moment their fight began, she was already teetering on the edge.
She felt like she was walking a tightrope, and a strange thought crossed her mind.
Did I offend my new master somehow?
Why did it feel like the woman genuinely wanted to kill her?
Su Qing sat comfortably to the side, watching the two stunning beauties go at it.
The view was... excellent.
The battle lasted only half an hour.
But to the Demoness, it felt like an eternity.
By the time her strength was completely drained, Long Ye collapsed to the ground.
This always image-conscious, dainty beauty no longer cared about appearances.
Her form-fitting battle suit was now tattered and damaged, looking like post-war wreckage.
Exposed patches of snowy skin showed through, with light bloodstains tracing some wounds.
Clearly, she'd taken some hits in that fight.
Her soft lips parted and closed rapidly as she gasped for air, like a fish flung onto shore.
Her eyes were unfocused, as if she might pass out any second.
But then, her blurry pupils suddenly refocused.
She saw it clearly—a slender, pale foot had stepped into her view.