Chapter 87: Do You Want a Long-Term Meal Ticket?

Not knowing whether Xuanyuan Ji would continue to be so generous, she thought that even if the little demon couldn't devour his soul power directly, it could still obtain it through Feng Ling as a medium. Xuanyuan Ji watched as she stared at Feng Ling, feeling a pang of discomfort. The first time she met him, she had looked at him with that same gaze. Now, he wished she would look at him instead of that Feng Ling bird. This little thing truly had no heart.

Ji Yin carefully put away Feng Ling and unsealed the Demon Cauldron. Immediately, the cauldron’s voice echoed in her mind.

“Great Demon, why is there so much more soul power inside Feng Ling?”

“I woke up and it was already like this.”

“It must be that Young Master Xuanyuan injected soul power into Feng Ling again! What happened last night? How did you end up with so much soul power?” The Demon Cauldron’s voice was mischievously provocative.

“What could possibly have happened?”

“A man and a woman alone in a room…”

“I think you’re asking to be sealed again.”

“No! I don’t want that.”

Xuanyuan Ji had already risen, tidying his clothes. Ji Yin glanced in his direction, her gaze lingering on him, and involuntarily recalled the ambiguous posture they were in when she opened her eyes.

Xuanyuan Ji turned around and caught her sizing him up. Ji Yin quickly turned away, not daring to meet his eyes.

“Stay in the tent for now, don’t go outside. I’ll check on things out there,” Xuanyuan Ji instructed softly.

“All right.” Ji Yin nodded.

She didn’t realize how docile she appeared before Xuanyuan Ji.

“Great Demon, do you know why you’re single and can’t win over the young master?” the little demon’s voice chimed in again.

“None of your business!”

The little demon sighed, “At this moment, shouldn’t you show your gratitude through some real action? Instead, all you care about is the soul power in Feng Ling.”

“Don’t act as if you don’t want it yourself.”

“If you want a long-term meal ticket, you have to win over the young master! Otherwise, why would he keep giving you soul power again and again?”

Ji Yin frowned thoughtfully. “You do make some sense.”

“Why does Young Master Xuanyuan keep giving you soul power, even knowing you can devour it for yourself?”

“Why?” Ji Yin wanted to know as well.

“Did you two sleep together last night?”

“There was only one bed in the tent, and no one can sleep on the floor. Of course we slept on the same bed! What do you mean by ‘sleep together’? I’m his disciple, he gave me soul power so I could protect myself. What’s wrong with that? Besides, right now we’re both men—what could possibly happen?”

“That’s something you truly should consider. If he’s so good to you because he thinks you’re a boy, things could get awkward!”

Ji Yin: …

Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside. Ji Yin tested the barrier and found it had been lifted; she immediately dashed out, slipping into the crowd.

When Xuanyuan Ji returned to the tent, the little figure was already gone.

“Master, what are you looking for?” Wuyan followed him, asking in confusion.

Xuanyuan Ji turned and walked out.

Outside, people were already gathered, lined up in columns of ten.

Ji Yin finally had a chance to look around at her surroundings.

The morning sun had just risen, casting a dazzling glow across the eastern sky, in stark contrast to the west.

Above Zhiyun Mountain, thick clouds churned restlessly, swirling like a vortex. The sky was bleak and lifeless, not even a single bird in sight.