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"True Qi fills the body, the mind commands at will!"
Inside the Demon Lord's pavilion, Fang Yang held a copy of "Heavenly Demon Technique" in his hands.
Practicing it in secret.
Gang Qi was slowly circulating through his body.
Although this stream of Gang Qi was only as thick as a pinky finger, he was still extremely excited.
Cultivation is extremely difficult.
Location, partner, technique, wealth!
None can be lacking.
But for the Demon Lord, this was as easy as flipping his hand.
In the whole Tang country, there were very few people whose talent in cultivation could surpass that of the Demon Lord.
Moreover, Fang Yang had the entire treasure vault of the Demon Lord at his disposal.
There were cultivation techniques if he wanted cultivation techniques.
Elixirs if he wanted elixirs.
Furthermore, this body had previously reached the level of the Law Body realm; even though its strength was entirely dissipated, it still laid a solid foundation.
Therefore, within just two days, Gang Qi had already formed in his body.
In other words, he had already reached the realm of a third-grade master.
"Boom!"
Inside the palace, he suddenly opened his eyes.
He swung his palm fiercely.
Rumbling!
Rumbling!
This palm was struck onto the tree in front of him.
The tree was unharmed, seemingly without any changes.
But the moment he turned around, the whole tree collapsed with a roar, its trunk completely hollowed out, turned into powder.
This made him nod in satisfaction.
Not bad, it still had some power; for ordinary underlings, a single slap could crush them.
However, as important as cultivation is, garnering favorability and acquiring affinity points is even more crucial.
After all, cultivation was a long-term matter, whereas affinity points could directly make him stronger, just like the skill card of the top disciple he drew last time.
It was like giving him an additional trump card.
Against masters below the Law Body realm, one sword could directly slay them.
But... the top disciple's hatred ran too deep.
And his strength was too powerful; he might still suspect whether he was gravely injured even now.
Going to curry favor with him at this time was simply courting death,
All his energy would be better spent on the Princess Consort.
The Princess Consort's favorability towards him was very low.
But there seemed to be a special kind of emotion between them, with utmost trust in him.
The only thing that made him somewhat irritated was,
According to that devil's records, he had to visit and dote on the Princess Consort daily.
Every time he doted on her, it lasted an entire night.
Even an iron-clad body couldn't bear it.
"It looks like I can only take the time to visit Chunqing Hall, maybe there are some other tonics."
Fang Yang shook his head and began to study his booklet again.
Today's focus was on the second page.
And the move on the second page was even more difficult than the first, requiring close coordination; he didn't know if he would be successful tonight.
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Soon, night fell once again.
At the entrance of the wutong courtyard.
The summer breeze was blowing; the sound of cicadas was so pleasant.
Thump thump!
Thump thump!
Fang Yang knocked on the door, well-practiced.
It didn't take long for footsteps to come from inside the courtyard.
The door opened.
One figure was cloaked in black, expressionless,
The other was dressed in a long, enchanting gown, with a smile as beautiful as flowers.
Their eyes met.
"You've come?"
"Mhm!"
"Shall we go in?"
"Mhm!"
"…"
For three consecutive nights.
The same time, the same place, the same way of meeting.
They had already developed quite good tacit understanding between them.
No need for superfluous words, a simple exchange was enough to complete the process.
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He walked toward the room.
In the boudoir, the light flickered.
The princess walked up front, her face pale and her posture a bit odd. She had already rested for the day, yet even now, her legs were still a bit weak.
She had thought about resting for another day, but didn't expect the Demon Lord to come so early.
Indeed, he did not fail to appear every single day,
If the Demon Lord could not retreat, neither could she.
Moreover, she had to kindle his desire.
Only when he was completely engrossed could he let down his guard, which would give her the only chance she had.
Soon, the two of them entered the boudoir.
The clothesline in the chamber was still hung with clothes.
All dirtied from two days before.
Under the glow of the red lantern, the atmosphere in the room seemed quite tender.
Fang Yang stood in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back,
While the princess, with her graceful waist, served Fang Yang tea and lit lamps.
As for the little maid Ling'er, she had consciously scrambled under the bed the moment Fang Yang knocked on the door, without needing any reminder from the princess.
The white snow lion cat found itself a comfortable corner and settled down there,
Pulling a piece of cloth over its eyes and covering its ears with both paws.
So adept at eliciting sympathy.
And all these scenes, unknown to Fang Yang, were crystal clear to the princess.
Under the glow of the red lanterns.
Her stunning profile also turned a bright red, her cheeks flushed with shyness, wishing she could find a crevice to crawl into.
Humiliation!
Too humiliating!
How was what she was doing any different from those courtesans?
Every day, cleaning the house, painstakingly learning postures.
And then waiting at home for her lover's arrival.
After his arrival, she had to serve tea and water and greet him with smiles.
The maid she stuffed under the bed felt even greater grievance, even the cat had been humiliated.
Night after night, tears and sobs continued.
For some reason, she even felt like she was doing all this for nothing.
No! That was not the case!
She was tirelessly implementing her perfect strategy.
At all costs, she aimed to please the Demon Lord, hoping his affection for her would grow and he would become more and more enchanted.
Hopefully, he would fall completely in love, unable to extricate himself,
Only then could she wait for that slim chance to assassinate him.
Yes, that was it.
The princess clenched her fists secretly.
Determination filled her eyes.
Propping up her trembling legs, she turned around, holding a lantern in her hand, and walked up to Fang Yang.
Her gorgeous cheeks bore a seductive smile, stunningly beautiful.
"Demon Lord, tonight, let us come with joy, and leave with joy. Okay?"
Her voice, tinged with a tremble, continuously teased Fang Yang's heartstrings.
After two consecutive days of failure, the princess was prepared to risk everything.
She just hoped he would be completely immersed, giving her the chance to strike.
Joyful?
What did that mean? Weren't the past two nights joyful enough?
Fang Yang was startled, his shock evident, as he truly hadn't expected such a response.
Could it be he was truly inadequate?
That shouldn't be the case, should it?
In his previous life, he had made it so even the landlady dared not come to look for him at the company. How could he now be found wanting?
He bit his teeth, without any hesitation.
He gulped down an entire bottle of elixir.
If he did not go mad, he could not live.
He refused to believe that he couldn't increase her favor.
Spurt!
Inside the room, the candlelight was extinguished.
Below the canopy.
Two figures drew closer and closer to each other.
Their gazes hazy, their faces both bearing passionate smiles.
Fang Yang: "The second move in the booklet, I have completely mastered it. Tonight, I will show you a new world."
Princess: "The second move in the booklet, I have completely mastered it, Demon Lord. I'll give you a little bonus first, and then you can wait for your doom!"
Both murmured to themselves, each imitating the positions illustrated in the booklet.
A moment later…
They opened their eyes wide at the same time.
"Wait, why does this feel so familiar?!"