Conquering That Great Demon Lord [Xian Ni Fan Fiction] - Chapter 37: Disciple

Chapter 37: Disciple

Xu Liguo watched Wang Lin’s sullen expression, frustrated by his wooden stubbornness. Clucking his tongue in disapproval, he nagged, “Master, the mistress already taught you how to coax her! Just go comfort her and this will all blow over.”

Wang Lin remained meditating indifferently. “But Wan’er was the one who drew inappropriate portraits first.”

“Wasn’t that matter already resolved?” Xu Liguo argued. “How can you blame the mistress when you took it upon yourself to destroy her paintings?”

“Wan’er isn’t at fault, but she shouldn’t have drawn Ma Liang.”

Inside the screen partition, Li Muwan overheard their conversation and grew even angrier, her chest heaving and delicate face scrunched in displeasure.

“Master, didn’t the mistress already agree to stop drawing that day? Besides, the Ma Liang from the Sea of Demonic Cultivation is you! Why are you being so stubborn? Only the mistress could tolerate this temperament of yours.” Xu Liguo clutched his head as if going mad. “What’s wrong with a real man lowering his head occasionally?”

Wang Lin didn’t understand why he felt so conflicted. He disliked this feeling, yet found himself controlled by it.

The movements behind the screen clearly indicated Li Muwan’s anger.

“The mistress is waiting for you to approach her, Master,” Xu Liguo urged, giving him a push.

After some thought, Wang Lin summoned Xiao Ling and retrieved several Elixirs. “Wan’er’s anger isn’t good for her health. Bring these Elixirs to her.”

Xiao Ling diligently delivered the Elixirs, but Li Muwan merely glanced at them. “Don’t think two Elixirs can resolve this! Even if I drew Ma Liang, so what? Someone disappeared for decades, and I waited all that time. Yet now he forgets his promises to me over two paintings? I don’t want these Elixirs.”

Pointing at Xiao Ling’s nose, Li Muwan declared, “Tell your master that unless he offers a sincere apology, he shouldn’t speak to me.”

Xiao Ling looked troubled. Wang Lin heard everything but remained silent, gloomily retrieving the Elixirs.

The room felt stifling. Unable to breathe properly, Li Muwan vanished from the Southern Garden. Sensing her absence, Wang Lin sighed and closed his eyes to rest.

The Fiends exchanged glances, not daring to make a sound. After a long silence, Wang Lin finally ordered the Second Demon: “Follow her.”

Xiao Ling flew out of the Southern Garden and returned several days later with a new disciple, Wu Yu, whom she settled in the side courtyard. She personally taught him Pill Crafting, instructing him in nurturing Spirit herbs and collecting Dewdrops.

Their behavior remained perfectly proper, never crossing boundaries.

Li Muwan conducted her teachings without avoiding Wang Lin, maintaining close proximity with Wu Yu right under his watchful eyes. Their figures frequently appeared together in the backyard Herb Field.

While she watered plants, Wu Yu carried buckets, maintaining appropriate distance. To any observer, this appeared as normal instruction between master and disciple, completely proper.

Yet the Fiends all felt nervous for Wu Yu. Initially, Wang Lin managed to maintain composure, unaffected on the surface. He remained calm, aware that Li Muwan was acting out of pique, intentionally avoiding him.

But the daily deliveries of Dewdrops and Spirit herbs felt particularly glaring.

Wu Yu had heard that the sect master’s husband was an immensely powerful Cultivator who rarely appeared in publiccold-natured and merciless in methods.

Even the Grand Ancestors treated him with extreme caution, so Wu Yu naturally felt reverence. Every time he delivered Dewdrops, he could sense an icy gaze examining him from within the room, though he never saw anyone.

Gradually, Wang Lin could no longer maintain his facade.

The Southern Garden remained relatively peaceful, except that the patch of Spirit herbs tended by Wu Yu had mysteriously been flattened. Li Muwan had specifically instructed careful nurturing, as these herbs were needed for pill refinement in the coming days. Now the Spirit herbs were destroyed.

Staring at the enormous frog claw mark, Wu Yu felt puzzled. The several bottles of Dewdrop he had just collected were placed on the stone table in the pavilion. When he turned to look, they had been nearly drained by the mosquito beast.

“Wh-what kind of Demon Beast is this?”

The Thunder Frog and mosquito beast stared at him in unison, approaching step by step. Wu Yu, being only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, tried to grab his sword for defense, but the Thunder Frog knocked his weapon away.

After exchanging a glance with the Thunder Frog, the mosquito beast extended its proboscis, forcing Wu Yu to retreat toward the edge of the Herb Field until he tumbled backward into the pond. The Thunder Frog seemed to receive a command, leaping down and splashing water that submerged Wu Yu.

“Master, Master, save me…” Wu Yu’s helpless cries for help echoed through the backyard.

Li Muwan, hearing the noise from the tower, hurried to check, but an unseen Restriction had somehow appeared in the room, hindering her movement.

Knowing exactly where these Restrictions came from, Li Muwan ignored Wang Lin and patiently worked to dissolve them herself. Though Wang Lin didn’t stop her, his expression was dark and unpleasant.

It was Zhou Lin who eventually fished Wu Yu out, looking at him with pity, hesitating to speak.

The Thunder Frog perched on a lotus leaf, crackling with lightning, while the mosquito beast bared its proboscis in a threatening manner. Wu Yu couldn’t understand why these Demon Beasts were tormenting him without any intent to harm.

Dragging his soaked body, Wu Yu brought the remaining Dewdrop back to the tower. A chilling energy coiled around the beams, forming several Ice Needles that swiftly descended, halting just before his pupils.

A threatening, intimidating voice, along with images of Wang Lin’s four centuries of slaughter, flooded his Divine Sense: “Dare take one more step, and don’t blame me for being merciless.”

Wu Yu sensed the strange airflow in the room. His master was usually gentle and kind, certainly not malicious. The one in the Southern Garden tower with such Cultivation level must be the rumored sect leader’s husband, the great patriarch who seldom involved himself in worldly affairs.

Staring at the Ice Needles, Wu Yu didn’t dare move a muscle. “This junior has been reckless. I beg for your mercy, Senior.”

Wang Lin withdrew his divine thought, and the Ice Needles dissipated.

Wu Yu, terrified, scrambled out of the Southern Garden in a panic. Xu Liguo, watching the spectacle, mocked, “The mistress’s disciple is too fragile. With just a scare from the master, he’s vanished without a trace.”

Li Muwan finally dissolved the Restriction and, ignoring both Wang Lin and Xu Liguo, took several bottles of Elixir to check on Wu Yu in the side courtyard. But as soon as she reached the backyard, a tall, imposing figure followed her, long hair flowing down his back.

Where he passed, thick ice spread, even covering the pond’s surface with frost.

Sensing Wang Lin’s presence, Li Muwan chose to ignore him. Suddenly, a force gripped her wrist, pulling her back against his chest.

“What are you doing?” Li Muwan’s eyes brimmed with emotion, the frustration bottled up for days with no outlet.

Wang Lin remained expressionless, his tone lazy yet threatening, leaving no room for refusal. “If Wan’er continues to care about this person, I won’t mind sending him on his final journey.”

His words offered no leeway. Li Muwan felt trapped between a rock and a hard place. Having seen Wang Lin lose control over Ma Liang’s portrait, the ferocity in his eyes had been terrifying. Li Muwan suddenly felt weak, days of grievance surging to her heart.

She broke free abruptly, returned to the tower, and shut herself inside, refusing to see anyone.

Meanwhile, in a room in the side courtyard, Wu Yu was tending to the damaged Spirit herbs when he felt an overwhelming pressure. Instinctively on guard, he stared at the imposing figure before him, forced to retreat to a corner.

“Senior, who… who are you?”

Wang Lin stood with his hands behind his back, his voice low: “If you wish to keep your life, leave the Southern Garden at once.””

“This junior was entrusted by my master to tend the spirit herbs in the Southern Garden and gather dewdrops for him. How dare I neglect my duties while my master lives?”

With a sweep of his sleeve, Wang Lin sent Wu Yu flying out of the Southern Garden.

His echoing voice shook the heavens: “No one may enter the Southern Garden without summons.”

“Otherwise, death!”

The voice hovered over the Cloud Heaven Sect, making both inner and outer sect disciples tremble. Who had provoked the great sect master?

After being expelled from the Southern Garden, Wu Yu could only go to Zhou Lin’s Northern Court. When Li Muwan learned of this, she never summoned him again. Originally, he was a disciple accepted for Zhou Lin’s sake, serving as compensation for him.

However, Zhou Lin was busy with new disciple admissions across various courts and had no time for mentoring, so Li Muwan took over the training.

She had intended to provoke Wang Lin with this, but only to a certain extent – she didn’t want to involve innocent lives, which would be a sin.

Wang Lin returned to the Southern Garden as if nothing had happened. Li Muwan was resting in her chamber and noticed someone entering but paid no attention.

“Wan’er is already busy managing internal affairs. Taking on additional responsibility for mentoring disciples would surely stretch your clone thin,” Wang Lin stood by her side.

“Are you satisfied now?” Li Muwan said resentfully.

“Wan’er, don’t be angry anymore,” Wang Lin’s voice softened, his tone gentle.

“You’re pleased with yourself, always suppressing me everywhere,” Li Muwan lifted her eyelids, her clear eyes fixed on him with both grievance and resentment. Against her true feelings, she said, “Weren’t you planning to go to the Immortal Realm of Rain? You should go.”

Wang Lin’s heart sank. He grabbed her wrist and held it against his chest, though not as roughly as before. “Wan’er, you’re angry with me, so you deliberately accepted a disciple to serve daily in the Southern Garden.”

“Haven’t you driven them all away?” She tried to withdraw her hand, but Wang Lin grasped it again.

Li Muwan stubbornly pushed him away, though with a hint of coquettishness. “Don’t touch me.”

Wang Lin froze for a moment, released her hand, but soon spread his arms and pulled her entirely into his embrace.

Leaning close to her ear, he whispered: “When Wan’er says no, she means yes.”

“You…” Li Muwan fumed, “Rogue.”

Wang Lin let her scold him, the corners of his eyes hiding barely suppressed laughter that trapped all her displeasure. He leaned down to kiss her.

Li Muwan felt suffocated, unable to push him away. As his breath suddenly poured into her, she could only accept it.

Her eyes, misty with unshed tears, stared at him. Wang Lin’s heart melted. Li Muwan’s voice was soft and silky, carrying a note of reproach: “You’re truly extremely cruel.”

“Would Wan’er dare deceive me again?” Wang Lin’s eyes were tinged with red, his warning mixed with pleading, his fingertips pressing firmly against her lips.

“Senior Brother, you’re hurting me.” Li Muwan seemed to awaken abruptly and pushed him away. “No more kissing.”

Wang Lin pounced back, captured her chin, and drew her close. As he spoke, his lips brushed against her cheek. “Why did Wan’er accept a male disciple?”

“Aren’t you a male disciple too?” Li Muwan said. “If not for the sect recruiting disciples back then, how could we have reunited in the Cloud Heaven Sect?”

“So Wan’er means you want to reunite with someone else?”

“With Ma Liang?”

Li Muwan suddenly felt a wet, slippery sensation on her cheek. Was he…? Was he licking? Kissing?

She wanted to wipe away the sticky wetness, but Wang Lin restrained her movement. His two fingers gripping her chin applied slight pressure, and the wet sensation spread to her neck. Li Muwan confirmed it.

He was licking her!

She trembled slightly and scolded in a delicate voice: “Wang Lin, you…”

But he took it as flirtation. Li Muwan, held immobile, felt Wang Lin trail downward along her jade-white skin. She seized the opportunity to struggle.

Wang Lin simply tore down the bed curtain to bind her arms, but they were forced apart by an unseen force when brought together.

She struggled against the restraints on her wrists, yet both her upper and lower limbs remained under his control, unable to move freely.

Her movements caused the bed curtains to sway with the morning breeze.

As his long fingers delved deeper, Li Muwan recoiled, a trembling plea escaping her lips: “You… stop…”

The silhouette pressed against the white jade-like skin buried itself further, flushing Li Muwan’s face with shame, as if she were being laid bare for his amusement.

She nearly sobbed in surrender: “Wang Lin, not there…”

Wang Lin clearly heard her soft, pleasured moans but dismissed them as mere coyness.

Bound by the curtains, she writhed, a sensation like water rushing into a lake flooding her mind. She ceased resisting, yearning instead for him to go even deeper.

His breath warm and damp against her skin, he pressed closer to her flushed face and teased mischievously, “Didn’t Wan’er say this was dull? Is it still uninteresting now?Li Muwan’s eyes welled up with grievance as she protested, “How could you bully me like this?””

“Wan’er once said such matters need no askingthat you could do whatever you wished. Wasn’t that what you said?” Wang Lin feigned innocence.

“I said you needn’t ask, but I never said you could tie me up, or… or do such things…” Her words trailed off slowly, tinged with embarrassment at her own earlier reactions.

“Do what?Wang Lin whispered by her ear, moving from her outline to her lips before kissing her. “Didn’t Wan’er enjoy it just now?”

Li Muwan wished the hanging bed curtains would fall and hide her face, shielding her from his brazen probing and recounting of their intimate details.

“Is Wan’er satisfied?” Wang Lin asked, contrary to her wishes.

“I haven’t even started yet,” he replied, his predatory gaze leaving no room for doubt as it bore into her.

“What did you say?” Li Muwan’s heart sank. The damp sheets had not yet dried when a large hand undid the curtain bindings.

Li Muwan slipped into his embrace, and Wang Lin gazed at her tenderly, tapping her pink-tipped nose.

“Wan’er, it’s time to repay your debt,” he murmured, their fingers intertwining.

A slant of sunlight caught her eyes, stray hairs brushing her brows as she smiled faintly, unknowingly drawing him closer.

His straight, broad back arched, driving forward with unstoppable force into the depths.

Soft murmurs filled the air, and Spiritual Power scattered around them.

“Senior Brother, faster,” Li Muwan urged.

Wang Lin hesitated briefly, a flicker of confusion crossing his facewas she not in pain?

The light softened her cheeks, making her even more endearing. After a moment’s thought, seeing her sincerity, he obliged and quickened his pace. Li Muwan responded by biting his lip.

Wang Lin halted abruptly, looking at her with grievance. “What’s wrong? Did it hurt?”With Senior Brother using so much force, of course it hurts,” Li Muwan turned away, her voice full of grievance.

“Didn’t Wan’er ask me to go faster?”

She turned back, glaring at him indignantly. “I… I didn’t mean that kind of fast…”

“Then which kind?” Wang Lin pretended not to understand.

Li Muwan burned with shame, suspecting he was doing it on purpose. “You…”

She sighed and fell silent, leaving Wang Lin uncertain whether to advance or retreat.

“You… pull out!” Li Muwan’s face flushed crimson, her voice low and bashful.

Wang Lin ignored her, watching as Li Muwan closed her eyes, his emotions stirring anew. Instead of withdrawing, he intensified his movements, plunging even deeper.

As he continued relentlessly, Li Muwan pushed against his straining form. “Senior Brother…”

Wang Lin looked up, desire blazing in his eyes. “Wan’er?”

“Senior Brother, are you finished?”

“Wan’er, wait a little longer. Endure it for me, alright?”

Li Muwan gritted her teeth, mustering her last bit of strength as she leaned close to him, trying to draw him out. Her soft whispers coiled around his ears: “Husband, you’re so powerful… give it to me… Wan’er wants it…”

At that moment, all the feverish heat in her body converged into one point. He let out a heavy groan and released himself amidst her tender cries. Exhausted, Li Muwan felt herself falling through layers of clouds again and again, the rising warm sunlight enveloping her entire being. She drowned in cotton-like clouds, clutching at pleasure.

Outside the pavilion, dark clouds pressed down heavily, the gloom seeming ready to tear through the sky. Accompanied by flashes of lightning, the heavens occasionally split open as if another storm was about to pour down.

The fiends in the pavilion grew increasingly bored, changing positions after lying around for too long. Xu Liguo propped himself on his knees as dusk approached, complaining with his chin in his hands: “Every time our master enters our mistress’s room, the Spiritual Power in the Southern Garden never stops.”

“Youthful vigor should have its limits too. It’s hard on us brothers who can’t return home.”

Li Muwan’s eyes grew distant as Wang Lin seemed determined to pour all his energy into one place, as if wanting to devour her completely.

Sweat spread along her arched neck and trickled down.

The bedding beneath her was soaked through, sweat mixing with stickiness. Held tightly against him, she couldn’t move. The person before her radiated residual heat from their lovemaking, sweat quietly seeping out in the calm aftermath. Li Muwan pressed her cheek against his neck, like a piece of white jade being embraced by him once more.

The person before her had maintained even breathing for a long time, as if savoring the memory of their passionate union.

Outside the Southern Garden, rain began to patter down. Xu Liguo ducked under Xiao Ling, who raised her wingsone protecting her own head, the other shielding Xu Liguo.

“It’s already dark, Master. Please let us inlittle Xu is getting soaked.”