Chapter 141: Desires of the Nether Lord

After leading Shangguan Liqian to the River of Forgetfulness, Liu Yun spent the entire return journey lost in thought.

Her master had personally pulled Luo Wushuang from the depths of those frigid waters and had even personally acted to cleanse the influence of the malicious spirits and vengeful souls from her.

If that were the case, why did she insist on making Shangguan Liqian endure a trek through the River of Forgetfulness?

Liu Yun couldn’t wrap her head around it. Carrying her confusion and doubt, she stepped back into the Hall of the Nether Lord.

The moment she entered, she saw her master staring blankly at the images projected on the giant screen in the air.

As her eyes swept across the display, Liu Yun’s expression turned cold and rigid at the sight of Mu Lingshuang.

She’s already been killed twice by that woman. Is Master still unable to let her go?

Feng Liuli was currently calculating in her mind. If the God of War were to regain her original status, Feng Liuli knew she would be no match for her. However, while Mu Lingshuang was still undergoing her trials in the mortal realm, it was the perfect time to trip her up and exact some petty vengeance for those two deaths.

The only problem was that Mu Lingshuang was notoriously petty. She would undoubtedly seek retribution in the future…

Feng Liuli’s gaze flickered with hesitation. To Liu Yun’s eyes, however, that hesitation looked like a lingering, obsessive attachment to Mu Lingshuang.

Jealousy grew in Liu Yun’s heart like wild weeds. Remembering her station, she forced the feeling down, though her face remained uncomfortably tense.

Snapping back to reality, Feng Liuli waved her hand to dispel the giant screen. She caught the glimpse of jealousy in the depths of Liu Yun’s eyes. While laughing inwardly, she couldn’t resist the urge to tease her subordinate.

“Liu Yun.” Leaning back against her throne, Feng Liuli arched a shapely eyebrow and called out in a languid tone.

“Nether Lord!” Even though the fires of jealousy were nearly consuming her, Liu Yun immediately dropped to one knee with a respectful demeanor the moment she was summoned.

Feng Liuli noted that the sword at the woman’s waist had been replaced with a bell once more. She nodded in satisfaction, hooking a finger toward her. Her breath was as sweet and intoxicating as orchids as she spoke.

“Come here.”

Liu Yun was about to stand up when Feng Liuli’s voice rang out, laced with a teasing smile.

“I didn’t give you permission to stand.”

“Yes.” Liu Yun responded. Remaining on both knees, she began to crawl forward, inch by inch.

The closer she got to the Nether Lord, the more violently her heart hammered against her ribs.

As the distance closed, the translucent gauze covering the Empress’s body seemed to become even more provocative.

Liu Yun took one look and immediately lowered her head, not daring to look further. She was terrified that her gaze would offend the Nether Lord, and even more afraid that if her true feelings were exposed, she would lose the right to serve by her side forever.

Feng Liuli watched with great interest as the person below crawled up the steps. She stretched her jade-like legs slightly, making the view even more captivating.

“Lift your head.”

Liu Yun’s heart skipped a beat. Her voice was stiff as she replied, “This subordinate… does not dare.”

“You dare to disobey a direct order?” The voice was still smiling, but it now carried a hint of displeasure.

Feng Liuli did not like being defied, and Liu Yun was no exception.

Sensing the shift in her master’s mood, Liu Yun hurriedly looked up. What met her eyes was a scene of infinite beauty.

She struggled to shift her gaze upward, inch by inch, until she met Feng Liuli’s face—a face capable of enchanting all living beings.

Her heartbeat sounded like war drums, relentless and pounding.

“Nether… Nether Lord…”

Hearing Liu Yun’s voice tremble so pathetically, the amusement in Feng Liuli’s eyes deepened. She teased, “The Right Protector has performed great service during our time in the mortal realm. Today, I shall allow you to do exactly as you please. How about it?”

Upon hearing those words, Liu Yun’s mind went blank. She bit the tip of her tongue hard to ground herself and replied with a shaking voice:

“This… this subordinate would not dare!”

Feng Liuli watched her with practiced ease, pressing further: “You ‘dare’ not, or you ‘will’ not?”

“I… I…”

Liu Yun’s face turned bright red, but she couldn’t squeeze out a coherent sentence.

Naturally, she was willing. But she didn’t know if this was a test. If she misunderstood the Nether Lord’s intent and caused offense, knowing her master’s temperament, the consequences would be…

Just as Liu Yun was hesitating, the woman on the throne suddenly dropped her aggressive stance. She waved a hand and said with feigned boredom, “Fine. Since you are unwilling, go and fetch the Left Protector for me.”

The thought of her master calling for someone else instantly shattered Liu Yun’s hesitation. Her jealousy roared back, obliterating her caution.

Liu Yun whispered, “This subordinate… begs forgiveness for the offense.”

Her hand trembled as it left the floor, coming to rest gently upon Feng Liuli’s foot.

Seeing that the Nether Lord did not stop her, Liu Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and her courage began to grow.

From the smooth arch of the foot, she moved up the slender calf…

She leaned in slowly, like a devout believer worshiping the high deity of her heart.

If a god pities the world, they will not heartlessly reject a believer’s plea. Instead, when they find themselves in a certain… state, they might allow their follower a bit of boldness.

Under Feng Liuli’s silent permission…

Liu Yun began to carry out the order to “do as she pleased” with absolute thoroughness.

After a muffled groan, Feng Liuli’s beautiful fox-like eyes narrowed instinctively. Her gaze remained fixed on the woman kneeling before her, who was acting with such uncharacteristic boldness.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Liuli’s crimson-manicured nails dug into Liu Yun’s meticulously styled hair.

“Carry me to the bedchamber,” Feng Liuli commanded, her voice betraying a faint, nearly imperceptible tremor.

“By your command!” Liu Yun answered. Rising from the chaos of silk and skin, she lifted her head, wrapped Feng Liuli in the translucent gauze, and carried her with a steady gait toward the inner chambers.

Feng Liuli looked at the stiff, serious expression on Liu Yun’s face, and then down at herself—wrapped up as tightly as a rice dumpling. Her brow furrowed slightly. Is that how she thinks this gauze is supposed to be used?

Once she had settled her master onto the bed, Liu Yun noticed the slight displeasure on Feng Liuli’s face and didn’t dare to proceed.

Yet, the fire in her heart was becoming unbearable…

“Nether Lord…” Liu Yun called out softly.

Feng Liuli looked down, shifting her gaze from the gauze—which Liu Yun had essentially used as a fishing net—back to her subordinate. She gave a cold, flat command:

“Continue.”

Liu Yun’s expression brightened instantly. She responded with unbridled excitement: “Yes!”

She knelt down again without a moment’s delay.

Since this wasn’t a test, she had to perform her best. She had to make the Nether Lord fall for her instead. From now on, whether it was the Left Protector or that damned Princess of Qi, they could all stay as far away as possible.

[Cough, cough. The plot demands this! Little Yuanqi, don’t cause a fuss!]

Of course, that was merely Liu Yun’s wishful thinking.

In Feng Liuli’s eyes, her grudge with the God of War was ancient. Her following Mu Lingshuang around in the mortal realm had been purely to disgust and annoy her.

[Actually, that wasn’t the whole truth. Before descending to the mortal realm, Feng Liuli feared she wouldn’t be successful in annoying the God of War, so she cast a “Love Transfer Curse” on herself. It forced her to love the mortal Mu Lingshuang and revolve around her constantly!

Thus, from the first moment she saw Mu Lingshuang, Feng Liuli pursued her madly, willing to pay any price.

As it turned out, hard work paid off. Mu Lingshuang was indeed thoroughly disgusted.]

As for the Left Protector? That was merely a clone she had created ten thousand years ago. If Liu Yun hadn’t been so perpetually bitter and obsessed with her, Feng Liuli wouldn’t have bothered bringing the clone out to walk around every few days.

[Xiaobai: Feng Liuli’s clone always wears a mask, so Liu Yun has never actually seen the Left Protector’s true face. Hahaha…]