Chapter 72: Willing to Share the Princess’s Burdens

Make him kneel.

Just like it was written in the storybook.

Xue Chen knelt down. His eyes moved slightly, a flash of anticipation passing through them. What next? What would she make him do?

Sitting up above, Ning Shengsheng was a bit confused.

Just like that… he knelt?

The system was also puzzled. When headquarters issued the mission, Xue Chen didn’t have this kind of character setting. Despite the doubts, it urged her with professional spirit: 【Host, you can use the whip now.】

Okay, got it.

She replied to the system in her sea of consciousness. Holding the Ice Crystal Whip, she walked down from her seat, tossing the whip casually in her palm.

“This princess is in a bad mood today.”

She lifted Xue Chen’s chin.

Her facial expression looked calm and composed, but in reality, the hand holding the whip was trembling slightly.

“I called you over to help this princess relie…”

“Please grant me the whip, Princess.”

He interrupted her before she could finish.

The youth’s eyelashes trembled slightly, his brows and eyes looking pitiable.

Ning Shengsheng: “?”

No, what is this situation?

Clang—

Her hand shook, and the Ice Crystal Whip fell to the ground.

“Your Highness?” Xue Chen pressed his lips together tightly. “This subject is willing to share your burdens.”

“Huh?”

Ning Shengsheng completely crashed. “I have always been domineering and spoiled. If you want to share my burdens, you can’t avoid being…”

“This subject is willing!”

The youth’s tone held a thread of urgency.

Instead, it startled Ning Shengsheng. She frantically called the system in her mind.

[System, System, is this normal? Is this reasonable?]

The system wasn’t much better off. It wished it could run back to headquarters right now to check Xue Chen’s data.

【Uh, Host, it is indeed not very reasonable.】

[Forget it, let’s just complete the mission first.]

Ning Shengsheng raised the Ice Crystal Whip and struck a few times.

The force was as light as it could possibly be.

No different from scratching an itch.

Xue Chen didn’t feel any pain at all. He thought to himself: She isn’t even willing to use force; she clearly can’t bear to. The Princess, just as written in the storybook, has a special fetish, which is why she feels so much heartache for me!

【Host, you are too perfunctory, but congratulations on completing the mission anyway.】

【The Lucky Draw section has been developed.】

A wheel appeared in her sea of consciousness. There were five types of rewards written on it: Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, Pills, Magical Artifacts, Soul Technique Manuals, and Spiritual Power Manuals.

Her spiritual apertures had just opened, and she was in need of a cultivation method. She silently prayed to draw the Spiritual Power Manual.

Her divine sense floated over and clicked start.

The needle spun crazily, then slowly came to a stop.

She stared tightly at the wheel. The needle finally landed on the Spiritual Power Manual.

She exclaimed happily, “As expected of me!”

Seeing her so happy, Xue Chen became even more certain in his heart that the Princess had a very special and secret fetish.

He asked softly, “Your Highness, are you done?”

She snapped back from her lucky streak experience. “Ye-yes…”

“Xue Chen, I’m really sorry about using the whip just now. I couldn’t control myself.”

Ning Shengsheng couldn’t expose the system, but didn’t know how to explain treating him like that.

“It’s fine.”

The youth stood up and lazily rotated his wrist, his gaze landing on the faint red mark.

Before leaving, he gave Ning Shengsheng a meaningful look.

“Your Highness, I understand.”

After speaking, he turned and left, leaving behind a rather cheerful back view.

“Huh?”

“System, what did he understand?”

【I… I don’t know either!】

“Is he happy? Why is he happy?”

【I… I really don’t know!】

The system was even more baffled than Ning Shengsheng. If it hadn’t lost contact with headquarters, it would have definitely pulled up Xue Chen’s file.

Fortunately, Ning Shengsheng had a big heart and didn’t dwell on things. The current situation was good for everyone, so she didn’t overthink it. Maybe Xue Chen just thought she was crazy.

Having obtained the spiritual cultivation manual, Ning Shengsheng opened it and began reading with interest.

She quickly entered a state of cultivation.

To be free, she had to become strong!

…

Xue Chen walked out of Zhaoxia Palace, heading along the corridor towards the Pear Courtyard.

The joy in his eyes hadn’t dissipated, and his mind couldn’t help but replay the novel experience just now.

Arriving at the Pear Courtyard, he pushed open the door.

Surprisingly, he found an uninvited guest.

“Xue Chen, Fifth Prince of the Heavenly Phoenix Nation. Birth mother belongs to the rare Charm Demon clan.”

“Half-demon blood flows in your veins. The red mole between your brows seals your demon magic power, developed less than thirty percent.”

The person was dressed in black, wearing a black hood.

He knew his cards like the back of his hand.

Xing Wuzhou spoke for a long time, but the brat standing opposite him didn’t make a sound. “Aren’t you going to ask me?”

Xue Chen walked to the stone table in the courtyard with a normal expression.

He poured a cup of clear tea, threw his head back to take a sip, too lazy to even give Xing Wuzhou a glance.

Xing Wuzhou: “…”

Drinking tea to moisten his lips, he walked to a shady spot, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate.

The face under Xing Wuzhou’s hood was flustered and exasperated. He lowered his voice and asked, “Believe it or not, this Venerable One will kill you.”

The youth did not speak.

Such a person who looked like a frail scholar actually dared to ignore him.

His robes moved without wind, flapping loudly.

Billows of black smoke surged from under his cuffs.

Xue Chen felt disturbed and reluctantly opened his eyes to clear up his confusion. “You are the Lord of the Demon Realm.”

“You haven’t killed me after talking for so long, so you must be looking for me for something.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to say what you want with me. I didn’t expect the dignified Demon Lord to be so indecisive.”

“?”

Xing Wuzhou took a deep breath, telling himself he absolutely could not go on a killing spree. “Kid, how about coming to my Demon Realm?”

Xue Chen: “Sure.”

“You just agreed?”

The black-robed Demon Lord walked up to Xue Chen in two steps.

“You are from an Immortal Sect family, and you just agreed like that?”

“Yes.” Xue Chen nodded, frowning slightly at Xing Wuzhou, thinking to himself no wonder the Demon Realm is in decline.

Why does this Demon Lord seem to have a low IQ?

“Why agree? Ah, I understand, you admire this Venerable One’s elegant demeanor.” Xing Wuzhou struck a domineering pose.

“If I don’t agree, you’ll kill me.”

Xue Chen glanced disdainfully at Xing Wuzhou, who was trying to look cool leaning against the tree trunk. “Aren’t you hot wearing a hood?”

“Of course not.”

As a demonic cultivator, one must create a dark atmosphere, regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter, severe cold or intense heat.

Xing Wuzhou didn’t expect recruiting subordinates to be so simple.

“Congratulations on becoming a member of the Demon Realm!”

A vague smile played on the corner of Xue Chen’s mouth. “So, are there any benefits?”

The Demon Lord in front of him was speechless.

He voiced his disdain, “Tsk, Immortal Sect families distribute benefits to disciples. Your Demon Realm doesn’t?”

The Demon Realm had always been about grabbing whatever one wanted.

Self-sufficiency.

The youth had a teasing expression. “No wonder the Demon Realm has plummeted. It turns out the system is imperfect.”

“Then, what do you say we do?”

Xing Wuzhou had entered the path of demonic cultivation a hundred years ago due to Qi Deviation during cultivation. Before cultivating demons, he was just a loose cultivator with no power or influence.

What systems, management… he didn’t understand.

He only knew that whoever had the hardest fist, everyone followed.

“Let me be a Demon Realm Elder, and I’ll help you.” The youth’s tone was certain. He lowered his eyes, playing with the teacup in his hand, the corners of his eyes indifferent and vicious.

“Then this Venerable One appoints you as a Demon Realm Elder.”

Xing Wuzhou agreed without hesitation. Before leaving, he threw his storage ring to Xue Chen.

As the benefit he mentioned.

“If you don’t bring benefits to the Demon Realm, it won’t just be as simple as death then.”

Xing Wuzhou’s words echoed in his ears.

Xue Chen shrugged indifferently. Given enough time, who would be the Demon Lord was an unknown variable.

A light laugh spilled from the lips of the youth under the tree.

The conspiracy and calculations hidden in his heart were about to come to light.