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DLBTF 12

DLBTF

Chapter 12



Xiao Chen, Stop Coming; I’m Afraid My Master Will Misunderstand

“Hmm?”

“She is my first disciple… Feng Lixue?”

She was ten thousand times better-looking in reality than in the game’s official artwork!

Bai Feng looked at the “Royal Sister” (mature/cool beauty) type before him, with her long, beautiful legs and cold, stunning appearance.

Memories flooded back in an instant.

When he played the game in his past life, Feng Lixue was his favorite heroine… one of them! Whether it was her mature, glamorous figure and looks, her “cool on the outside, warm on the inside” personality, or even her niche appeal—it all fit his tastes perfectly!

“Master, are you… alright?”

Seeing that terrifying Demonic shadow she viewed as a nightmare remaining motionless, Feng Lixue’s phoenix eyes flickered, her thoughts churning:

“This monster has never appeared so dazed before.”

“The rumors of the Orthodox path have been circulating for a long time—that Mu Xinlan of the Ethereal Cloud Palace burned away his cultivation. Now, looking at this, it seems his spiritual strength has also developed problems?”

“In other words…”

“This news might actually be true!”

“Hmm, it seems I must find a way to send a message to Second Junior Sister, telling her to act sooner!”

Thinking of this, this top-talented first disciple of the Youluo Hall couldn’t help but let her pure yet alluring red lips curl upward slightly.

However, the next second.

A cold, ghastly voice rang out:

“Lixue, what are you smiling about? Hmm?”

“Master, I…”

Hearing this voice, Feng Lixue’s heart hammered. Her fair, mature face turned even paler!

This familiar feeling of oppression. This terrifying aura.

Sure enough! He is still him! The man who could make her—naturally proud as she was—cast aside all self-respect and kneel in submission with just a single glance!

Feng Lixue’s face lost all color; she lost all her composure!

Beneath her skirt, her extremely long, snow-white legs bent involuntarily… In the end… She knelt directly on the ground!

“Lixue has lost her composure! I beg Master’s forgiveness! Lixue was just…”

“Just thinking of something happy!”

Her voice trembled as she hurriedly explained.

She was terrified that the temperamental Demon Lord would once again activate the evil seal carved into her abdomen and inflict the terrifying “Ten Thousand Insects Devouring the Heart” punishment!

“It is of no consequence.”

“I was just asking casually; there is no need for you to be alarmed.”

Bai Feng intentionally made his voice a little gentler.

If he remembered correctly, in this timeline, Feng Lixue, who was undercover in the Orthodox Zhenwu Sword Sect, was following his instructions to head to the Demon-Suppressing Tower near the sect to retrieve a “Secret Artifact” of great importance.

And this secret artifact would directly influence the outcome of the upcoming New Sect Master Election Assembly within the Cangming Sect! Looking at the timeline, although there was still some time before this main plot point, it was always good to be prepared.

“Lixue, where are you currently?”

After a pause, Bai Feng asked, pretending not to know.

“According to Master’s decree, Lixue has already arrived at the foot of Blackwater Mountain where the Demon-Suppressing Tower is located. I have used toxic insects to poison all the patrolling Orthodox disciples; I am ready to go up the mountain at any time!”

Feng Lixue lowered her head and said meticulously: “Lixue is here, requesting Master’s next instructions!”

“Hmm, worthy of being the disciple who has received the most of my true teachings; you have done well.”

Bai Feng did his best to shift his gaze away from the grand andéŸ”ć‘ł (charming) scenery of her upper body, saying indifferently: “My next instruction is very simple…”

“Infiltrate the Demon-Suppressing Tower without anyone noticing and find that secret artifact for me.”

“Can you do it?”

Bai Feng sat on his throne, his gaze cold and full of oppression.

“Lixue will exhaust all means to retrieve the secret artifact for Master! Please rest assured, Master!”

Feng Lixue bit her lip and said.

“In that case, you may act tonight,” Bai Feng said.

“Yes! Lixue takes her leave from Master!”

Feng Lixue prostrated herself once more, performed a respectful bow, and was about to cut off the spiritual transmission of the Shadow-Stealing Heavenly Orb, when she heard a voice:

“By the way, you… wait a moment.”

“Ah?”

Feng Lixue’s heart jumped. “Master… do you have further instructions?”

“Do you know what day it is today?”

Bai Feng slowly opened his eyes, looking at the beautiful woman’s figure in the void.

“It is…”

Feng Lixue pursed her vermillion lips tight. After some thought, she still could not find the answer. “This disciple is dull-witted! I hope Master will enlighten me!”

“Time flies.”

“Before I knew it, you have been on the mountain with me for fourteen years.”

A sigh rang out.

Feng Lixue’s heart stirred. She raised her head to look at the man who sat so high above.

She saw that on his handsome yet pale face, there was actually a trace of the gentle, kind affection of an elder! He looked like a completely different person from the gloomy, cold-blooded Demon Lord of the past!

“What is wrong with this monster tonight? Why is he so strange?”

Just as Feng Lixue was palpitating with unease, a gentle male voice slowly drifted from the shadows of the throne:

“After tonight, you will have reached the age of peaches and plums (your prime youth).”

“Perhaps no one else in this world remembers this, but as your Master, I would never forget it under any circumstances.”

“So.”

“Happy birthday.”

“Little Lixue.”

Feng Lixue: (⊙⊙)

Ding!

“Congratulations to the Host! Successfully spread Great Love!”

“Obtained 3,000 Points! Current Balance: 5,000 Points!”

The system prompt sounded in his mind.

Bai Feng did a sit-up and bounced off his throne!

Even though he had clearly glimpsed tears flickering in Feng Lixue’s eyes when she knelt to take her leave earlier, but still! That was a bit of an exaggeration! You have to know, when he detoxified Cen Xing’er earlier, he made such a huge sacrifice and only got 1,000 points!

Furthermore, given Feng Lixue’s personality, even if she were moved by him, it would only be for a moment; she would regain her rationality soon!

“It seems I should try interacting more with other heroines in the future.”

Bai Feng secretly made up his mind.

In reality, the only reason he remembered Feng Lixue’s birthday was because he had a partiality for this character in his past life and remembered it incidentally.

“Alright, now finally no one will disturb my cultivation.”

“Next, I will use the cultivation memories of my predecessor to go into seclusion for seven days and rebuild my inner elixir to the Golden Core Realm in one breath!”

“And after that—”

“It’s time for the scene of crushing that ant Xiao Chen.”

Bai Feng calmed his mind and took out the Nine-Turn Soul-Solidifying Pill Cen Xing’er had brought him earlier. With a point of his fingertip, the pill turned into powder and spontaneously merged into his five orifices.

As his deep meditation intensified, blood mist rose within the secret chamber, strange phenomena appeared one after another, and a powerful, terrifying aura spread out, gradually enveloping the entire Youluo Mountain range!

A generation of Demon Lords had begun the path of cultivation for their second life.

Cangming Sect, Yin-Gui Hall, Demon Master Palace.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Shadows danced and swords fluttered in the air. On the large dance-sword platform. A group of inner sect disciples in purple robes were practicing sword techniques under the guidance of an instruction elder, their momentum rainbow-like.

At the very back of the crowd.

A young man with a handsome face, carrying a wide-bladed great sword on his back, moved slowly with a solemn expression, appearing completely out of sync with his fellow disciples.

“Senior Brother Xiao, what is wrong? Do you have something on your mind?”

A Junior Brother beside him asked.

“Thank you for your concern, Junior Brother Chen. I am fine, it’s just that…”

Xiao Chen frowned: “My right eye has been twitching violently today; I don’t know if it’s an ill omen.”

“Pft, Senior Brother Xiao, you were promoted to a personal disciple by Master after only ten years of entering the sect. It is truly a sign of peerless talent and heavenly grace. What common disaster would dare find you!” The Junior Brother surnamed Chen laughed feebly.

“It’s hard to say. I just feel… empty inside, as if I’m missing something.” Xiao Chen sighed.

He then remembered something, and his face actually recovered a look of excitement: “Right, Junior Brother Chen! That phoenix hairpin I asked you to deliver to Junior Sister Cen of Youluo Hall this morning—did she receive it? Was she very happy? Hmm?”

“This…” The Junior Brother surnamed Chen looked distressed and stopped mid-sentence.

“What is it?” Xiao Chen’s face darkened, and he felt a vague sense of foreboding.

“Sigh, I won’t hide it from you, Senior Brother.” The Junior Brother surnamed Chen lowered his head and said: “I did deliver that hairpin for you, but Junior Sister Cen broke it on the spot!”

“What!?”

Xiao Chen’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Although she looked a bit strange when she came out of the Blood Kitchen that day, a whole day has passed. After calming down, surely she must be missing me deeply! How could she refuse my gift?”

“Impossible! That is absolutely impossible!”

No sooner had he finished speaking. Than he noticed that his left eye had also begun to twitch!

“It is the absolute truth, I dare not deceive you, Senior Brother!” The Junior Brother surnamed Chen said with a bitter face: “Junior Sister Cen not only broke that hairpin, but she also said…”

“She… what else did she say?” Xiao Chen’s voice trembled.

“Junior Sister Cen said she hopes Senior Brother Xiao will not go looking for her again, as she is afraid her beloved will misunderstand…”

“Pffft—”

Hearing this, the handsome and dashing personal disciple of the Yin-Gui Hall had his face flush the color of a pig’s liver, before a mouthful of blood sprayed out!

At this moment. He was shocked to discover that his left eye had also begun to twitch!

Damn it. This is truly extremely bizarre! Ah ah ah!

I the Demon Lord Am Being Targeted by My Female Disciples

I the Demon Lord Am Being Targeted by My Female Disciples

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Score 9.9
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2023 Native Language: Chinese
I The Demon Lord am being targeted by my female Disciples is story of Bai Feng who never expected a dating game to turn into his death sentence. After transmigrating into an ancient cultivation romance game, he awakens as Bai Qingling—the infamous Demon Lord destined to die in the game’s final chapter. Cold-blooded, ruthless, and obsessed with immortality, Bai Qingling once cultivated forbidden Gu techniques, refined human puppets, and treated his three stunning female disciples as nothing more than expendable chess pieces. Worse still, those very disciples are the final villain bosses of the game’s “Pure Love” and “Evil Fall” routes. And now? Bai Feng arrives at the moment of absolute despair—his cultivation crippled, his power gone, and three former disciples standing behind him
 blades raised. Just as death seems inevitable, the heavens intervene.

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