My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

I was holding Su Yue just now, and my mind was filled with Su Yue. I forgot about my surroundings.

Qi Yu turned around and closed the courtyard gate, then returned to Su Yue's side, took Su Yue's soft, boneless hand, and said with a smile, "Wife, let's go eat!"

Su Yue nodded, gave a soft "hmm," and walked into the hall with Qi Yu.

My husband has returned and recovered; he is still the same person he always was.

But am I still the same person I was back then?

It shouldn't be!

Because now, apart from the other two major powers, the other smaller sects of the Demonic Sect have either submitted or perished, and she has almost completed the unification of the Demonic Sect.

She is no longer the Holy Maiden of the Blood God Cult!

She is now the saintess of the entire demonic sect!

A female demon feared by countless people!

Qi Yu is still the same Qi Yu from three years ago, but she is no longer Su Yue from three years ago.

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Volume 3, Chapter 1: Encounter

On a clear, sunny early summer day, the cicadas' chirping was still as annoying as ever, and the blazing sun brought with it a rise in temperature.

Under a large banyan tree, a handsome scholar sat at a stone table, holding a folding fan in his hand and waving it incessantly.

The gentle breeze from the folding fan scattered the loose hair on the scholar's face.

His hair was a bit messy because the hair bun wasn't put on properly and couldn't be held in place.

"This awful weather! It's not even summer yet and it's already this hot. It's going to kill us! How can we live without air conditioning?" Qi Yu said, looking utterly frustrated.

A group of children around Qi Yu looked at him blankly, because they didn't know what an air conditioner was.

"Brother Qi Yu, continue telling us the story. I brought candied hawthorns today!" a little girl of eight or nine years old called out in a clear voice.

Qi Yu looked at the group of kids, then his gaze fell on the candied hawthorns in their hands.

"If you want to hear a story, each of you will get a candied hawthorn. Give me the candied hawthorn first, then you can hear the story. Erhu, you didn't give me a candied hawthorn last time you heard a story, so you owe me one. This time you have to give me two!"

Erhu was Aunt Li's youngest son, who was only eight years old at the time.

Erhu pouted, somewhat hesitant, but finally gritted his teeth, nodded, and handed the string of candied hawthorns he was holding to Qi Yu.

Qi Yu took it, opened his mouth, peeled off a candied hawthorn, chewed it with smacking sounds, and then handed the candied hawthorn back to Erhu.

"It's not very sweet, so eating a little shouldn't cause aphids!"

These little brats are still losing their baby teeth, and eating candied hawthorns every day will definitely affect their teeth. That's why Qi Yu, adhering to the principle of "if I don't go to hell, who will?", helped them get rid of the candied hawthorns.

That way, the wicked aphids will come after me instead of these children, and I will absolutely not be tricking them into eating the candied hawthorns.

Qi Yu was comforting himself while chewing on a candied hawthorn when suddenly, a woman wearing a bamboo hat appeared in front of him.

The hat was covered by a thin veil, which concealed the entire face.

Qi Yu blinked, and just as he was about to say something, the woman raised her hand and slapped Qi Yu on the chest.

A tremendous force struck, and with a sharp pain in his chest, Qi Yu was sent flying backward, landing in the river. The candied hawthorn he was holding was also thrown into the air.

Su Yue reached out and caught the falling candied hawthorn, then turned around and handed it to Erhu.

Erhu and the children around him were still in a daze.

Erhu instinctively took the candied hawthorn, but by the time he realized what was happening, Su Yue was already gone.

Whoosh!

On the river, a wet head floated to the surface, then it waved its arms and swam towards the shore.

A group of kids also realized what was happening and hurriedly came to the shore, anxiously looking at Qi Yu.

Qi Yu quickly swam back to shore, wiped the water droplets from his face, and looked around indignantly.

"Where is that crazy woman? Where did she go?"

Erhu pointed in the direction Su Yue left, and Qi Yu chased after her without thinking.

We absolutely cannot accept this slap without knowing why!

I'll extort a thousand or eight hundred taels from her... no, not extort, but compensation for physical injury and emotional distress!

After chasing for almost half an hour, they still couldn't find the crazy woman.

Qi Yu looked indignant, then snorted coldly, and could only sulk in silence.

No sooner had Qi Yu left than Su Yue emerged from the shop next door.

She came to Jiangzhou City because a traitor from the Blood God Cult had fled there, and her father hoped she could kill the traitor to establish her authority and enhance her reputation.

Even though she achieved the highest rank at the age of eighteen, there were still people in the sect who harbored hostility towards her.

The development of a powerful force inevitably involves factional struggles; this is unavoidable because everyone is human, and people's hearts are fickle.

The Blood God Cult flourished under his father's leadership, making factional strife inevitable.

Her disciples have already found out the traitor's whereabouts, and she's going to check it out now.

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Qi Yu returned to his residence, which was just a place, soaking wet.

What constitutes a home?

Home is where the heart finds peace!

His heart wasn't here; he still wanted to go back.

Although this world is wonderful, it is also extremely dangerous.

After a year, all he experienced was profound loneliness and solitude. A stranger in a strange land, he was utterly alone.

An empty, deserted courtyard cannot be called a home.

After changing his clothes, Qi Yu prepared some simple food and went to the yard to wash the clothes he had taken off.

But as he washed, Qi Yu suddenly realized that his clothes were torn.

Qi Yu was speechless. If he didn't study hard, he would definitely starve to death after transmigrating!

He spent the entire year focusing his energy on learning to read.

The writing system in this world is somewhat similar to the Small Seal script of China, but unfortunately, I can't understand a single character, so I have to start learning from scratch.

With my pig brain, it took me a whole year to learn.

If it weren't for Aunt Li and Uncle Li's help, I might have starved to death long ago.

His predecessor was a scholar, couldn't he have left behind some good fortune after his death?

Apart from scattered memories, there's nothing else, not even any memories of words.

Should I start making some money?

But what can I do?

Should I apply for a cook position at a restaurant?

It probably won't work. The owners of those restaurants all know him. Because of his brother's situation, he's become quite a celebrity now.

All the relatives and friends from the past have distanced themselves from me, avoiding me as if I were a plague.

In fact, I do seem to be a jinx.

If he hadn't had a title in his previous life, he might have been conscripted into labor service by now.

A dynasty ruled by powerful families is not an easy place to navigate.

My only skill is cooking, but I can't be a chef!

It seems like I don't know anything anymore!

Am I going to become the first transmigrator to starve to death?

Boom boom boom!

That is to say

As Qi Yu was pondering his livelihood, there was a knock on the courtyard gate.

Qi Yu wiped his wet hands on his body, then got up to open the door.

Upon opening the courtyard gate, a middle-aged woman stood outside, dressed in what appeared to be a wealthy manner, with a large red flower tucked into her hair.

He vaguely remembered this woman; she seemed to be a well-known matchmaker in their Jiangzhou city.

"Young Master Qi, you've really made me search high and low! I practically ran my legs off to find your house!" Matchmaker Wang flicked the red handkerchief in her hand towards Qi Yu's cheek.

A scent of rouge wafted over, mixed with the stench of sweat. Coupled with the matchmaker's resentful, woman-like gaze, Qi Yu felt his hair stand on end and his stomach churn.

A critical hit the moment you open the door, who the hell can withstand that?

Qi Yu took a step back, frowned, and said, "Auntie, is there something you need? If not, I'll go do the laundry first!"

Matchmaker Wang rolled her eyes at Qi Yu and laughed, "It's something, and it's great news for you!"

Qi Yu asked in confusion, "What good news?"

"Master Cheng from Jiangzhou City has taken a liking to you and wants to take you as his son-in-law. I'm here today to act as matchmaker!"

Qi Yu tilted his head, looking completely bewildered.

What is that?

A live-in son-in-law?

Is my protagonist's storyline going to be a slap-in-the-face drama about a son-in-law?

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Chapter Two: Taking Them Home