I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

When Lilith reached a point not far from the city gate, she stopped.

Ji Tian turned around and glanced at her.

She stood there, wrapped in the obviously ill-fitting gray cloak, a few strands of her long, silvery-white hair peeking out from the edge of the hood, fluttering gently in the night breeze.

Her expression... wasn't good.

It's like standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down, and then realizing your shoelaces are loose.

"What's wrong?"

She raised her hand, and the cracked silver ring on her index finger gleamed eerily in the moonlight. "The ring is broken."

"I know, I broke it."

"...You admit it quite readily. What I mean is, if it breaks, I can't hide my demonic aura anymore. You want me to enter the fortress city? There are many powerful individuals inside, and the hero's party might still be eating or shopping there. What if we accidentally run into them?"

She paused, then swayed from side to side as if feigning coquetry, adopting a pitiful and innocent demeanor, "Could you bear to see such a cute and beautiful girl like me chopped into pieces by a hero's sword?"

"You are a demon." Ji Tian cast a spell, cutting off the possibility of his voice being transmitted outwards.

"A demon girl is still a beautiful girl," Lilith argued softly, then tentatively added, "Or, you might be magnanimous and just let her go?"

Ji Tian looked at the other person for two seconds, then extended his hand.

Lilith instinctively took a step back, covered her head with her hands, and squatted down. "Ahhh, Lilith was wrong! Lilith will never dare to talk nonsense again!"

Ji Tian's hand was not clenched into a fist; his palm was open, his five fingers slightly spread, hovering half a foot in front of her.

Then he cast a concealment spell on her.

Lilith paused for a moment.

She felt something emanating from Ji Tian's palm, something she couldn't describe, something like wind but not wind, like water but not water.

It overflowed from Ji Tian's palm, like a very thin layer of mist, silently enveloping her entire body.

That feeling was wonderful.

It felt like being doused with a basin of warm water from head to toe—not hot, but very dense, with every inch of skin completely enveloped.

Ji Tian withdrew his hand.

"alright."

"...What's good?"

"Your presence. I've sealed it off."

Lilith stood up, looked down at herself, and touched her face, but felt nothing.

"You sealed it? What did you use to seal it? You didn't even chant a spell, you didn't even take your staff—"

"Those are unnecessary."

"So what did you use?"

"Spells and magic".

Lilith blinked, seemingly having completely forgotten the fear that had just caused her to crouch down with her head in her hands. "...Spells? What's that? A branch of magic? A lost ancient magic system? Or is it a term you made up yourself?"

"Yes." After saying this, Ji Tian turned and walked towards the city gate.

During the day, the gates of Kolde are bustling with people, and the guards only check the passing carriages and supplies, paying little attention to the pedestrians.

After passing through the city gate, Lilith continued her question:

"Which one? A branch? An ancient system? Or did you make it up yourself?"

"Yes, all of them."

Lilith was taken aback. She opened her mouth, wanting to ask more, but then thought that asking more might get her punched again.

She jogged after him, muttering to herself as she ran, "What does 'all' mean? All three? Which one is it? Why does this person talk like they're squeezing toothpaste out..."

After taking a few steps, she couldn't help herself and mustered her courage to ask, "Is your spell reliable? How long will it last? Will it suddenly stop working while I'm walking? Will there be any warning before it stops working? Like a 'ding' sound or some smoke?"

"Won't."

"Won't what? Won't it expire? Or won't there be any notification?"

"It won't fail."

"real?"

"Unless I die."

Lilith was silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "...Could you please not die yet?"

Ji Tian did not answer.

Before they knew it, they had passed through the city gate and arrived at the entrance of the Adventurers' Guild.

Two tall oak doors were open, and warm yellow light poured out from inside, mingling with voices, laughter, and the clinking of cups and plates.

Two guards stood at the door, chatting idly, their gazes sweeping over them without lingering for even a second.

Lilith stood outside the threshold and took a deep breath.

"Are you sure there won't be any problems? Everyone in the Adventurers' Guild is an expert."

Ji Tian reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Lilith's body stiffened for a moment.

Ji Tian's hands were cold, with distinct knuckles, and she wasn't very strong, but she just couldn't break free.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

He stepped across the threshold and pulled her into the Adventurers' Guild.

The hall was just as lively as during the day.

The chandelier wasn't lit, but the fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, making the whole space warm and cozy.

The notice board was covered with task lists, and the portraits on the honor wall flickered in the firelight.

Several adventurers gathered around the counter to turn in their quests, while in a corner, people were arm wrestling, with cheers and curses rising and falling.

Everyone noticed them, but a young man in a gray cloak leading a silver-haired girl wrapped in an even larger cloak walked in. This was a common occurrence in the Adventurers' Guild and not worth a second glance.

Lilith was pulled by Ji Tian across the hall, her pace so fast it was almost a jog.

Her eyes darted rapidly beneath her hood, scanning everyone who might notice her: the receptionist behind the counter, the adventurers discussing quests in front of the notice board, the dwarf drinking in the corner…

No one's gaze lingered on her for more than a second.

Her heartbeat slowly returned from her throat to her chest.

Ji Tian stopped in front of the counter and released her wrist.

He told the receptionist, "Transfer the task."

The receptionist was still the same girl with a ponytail, and she was yawning while leaning on the counter.

She recognized Ji Tian at a glance—the strange man who could conjure white flames without chanting a spell yesterday.

"What mission?"

"Slime eradication".

"How many?"

Ji Tian didn't take anything out of his pocket. He simply raised his right hand and opened his palm.

The air above his palm distorted slightly, as if something unseen had been torn open.

Then, a small pile of pale blue crystals appeared out of thin air on the counter, scattering with a tinkling sound, gleaming with a lustrous sheen under the light.

The receptionist's yawn stopped halfway through. She stared wide-eyed at the pile of crystal cores, then looked up at Ji Tian's hands, and then at his face.

"You... what is this...?"

Ji Tian said without changing his expression, "Storage magic."

He did not explain that this was a sign of the birth of a cultivator at the Purple Mansion Realm, nor did he explain that this space was a realm he created within his body using his divine sense, unrelated to any magic system in this world.

There's no need for outsiders to know this.

The receptionist opened her mouth, but swallowed back the words, "The Mage Guild only has storage rings, not storage magic." As a professional receptionist, she decided not to ask any more questions.

She lowered her head and began counting the crystal cores, her fingers trembling slightly. "Fifty-three."

Lilith stood behind Ji Tian, ​​pulling her cloak tighter around herself.

Her gaze fell on Ji Tian's right hand. Just a moment ago, she clearly felt an extremely subtle magical fluctuation emanating from Ji Tian's palm before he took out the magic crystal.

This ability is called "internal refinement" in the demon realm, a forbidden technique that only princes and above can master.

Lilith's pupils contracted slightly. Could this man who called himself "Li Feiyu" also be a prince-level being? That's equivalent to a human archmage!

How exactly is she supposed to escape?

She was able to escape from the Demon Realm back then because her father's personal guards were protecting her. But now, she has no trump cards left.

Princess Lilith's (former) demonic escape plan has failed miserably!

Or it was the kind of relationship that ended before it even began.

I followed them out of the Adventurers' Guild in a daze. The night wind rushed towards me, carrying the dryness and coolness unique to the Western Wasteland.

Lilith shivered and pulled her cloak tighter around herself.

Ji Tian walked ahead, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

Lilith followed behind, keeping a distance of three steps, just the right position for a prisoner.

She asked cautiously, as if a thick barrier separated them, "Where are we going?"

Without hesitation, the other person replied, "Go to a nearby budget hotel."

Lilith's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, he must be plotting something against me, right? He definitely is!

After all, Lilith is so cute, so beautiful, and her appearance is so in line with human aesthetics; any normal person would be unable to resist her.

Previously, it was just that he was conservative and didn't like doing it outside, but now he can't resist and wants to go to a hotel?

She remembered the stories her mother had told her when she was a child, about evil heroes abducting demon girls.

The hero in the story instigates a conflict between the demons and the church, then saves the werewolf girl he has his eye on, and then... the mother didn't tell the rest.

But after Lilith grew up, she secretly read the sequel to the story. The evil hero would do this to the innocent demon girl, then that, and then...

A picture suddenly popped into her mind.

A filthy bed, a hotel bed slept in by who knows how many people. She lay down on it, her cloak torn open, her deep purple dress pushed up to her waist. The man still had that expressionless look on his face, one hand on her wrist, the other unbuckling his belt—

The screen jumped slightly.

It wasn't a hotel anymore; it was a dungeon. A damp, moldy dungeon with some unknown liquid on the walls. She was suspended by chains, her toes barely touching the ground. The man stood before her, looking at her with a slight smile, a whip in his hand—

The screen skipped again.

The man sat in the chair, looking down at her, and laughed loudly.

"Quack—! Lilith, don't swear!"