The Great Immortal of Love: All My Female Disciples Are Yandere
Chapter 111 - 63. Truth Revealed! Hua Yuerong Bursts into Tears! Qingling Demon Sovereign Turns Out to be the Pure Love War God (Must Order)

Chapter 111: 63. Truth Revealed! Hua Yuerong Bursts into Tears! Qingling Demon Sovereign Turns Out to be the Pure Love War God (Must Order)

The truth is out! Hua Yuerong crying out loud! He’s the best senior brother in the world!

At Tianmo Square, a wave of discussion erupted:

"Wow, this memory scene has been frozen for too long!"

"By the way, who is this little girl? So beautiful!"

"You won’t believe it, but I think this girl’s eyes resemble those of the lord from Yin Gui Palace!"

"Don’t spread baseless rumors! Do you want to die?"

"Hey, isn’t the main focus supposed to be on the Evil Pharmacist! Qingling Demon Sovereign finally met his mentor! This marks his entry into the world of devil cultivation!"

"Exactly! Back then, when the Evil Medicine Sect was annihilated, there were all sorts of rumors. Now, through Lord Bai’s memories, we can glimpse the truth of those years!"

....

....

At one side of the square.

The seats of Yin Gui Palace.

Watching the scene of their first meeting reappear, the Embroidered Face Saint Maiden choked up, her eyes reddened.

If only life was as it was at first sight.

Back then, he was still such a pure and innocent young boy.

It was precisely this fleeting glimpse that ruined her for a lifetime!

"Hall Master."

Beside her, Zhou, the Steward, cautiously said, "It turns out that in this memory, what left Lord Bai deeply imprinted was not his encounter with the Evil Pharmacist, but rather..... meeting you, Miss."

"Nonsense... utter nonsense."

Hua Yuerong’s heart trembled, she bit her lip and said, "If he truly cared for me, he would not have done those excessive things back then! Granny Zhou, don’t... don’t disrupt my devoutness!"

.....

.....

Asura Hall.

The beautiful Asura’s Palace Lady gazed dazedly at the young boy in the scene.

She appeared entranced.

"Bail Qingling, Bail Qingling, no wonder that day, even when I stood in front of you naked, in such a shameful posture, you were unmoved...."

"Indeed, you hide an irreplaceable moonlight in your heart."

"No! I must see who this girl truly is! What kind of charm does she possess!"

....

....

Inside Flame Demon Tower.

The little princess of Youluo Palace also had tears in her beautiful eyes, feeling conflicted.

On one hand, she was happy for her master, who had traversed hardships, experiencing near death, to finally meet his real mentor.

Although... there were all sorts of strange rumors about this Evil Pharmacist.

But indeed, it was because of him that today’s master was shaped!

On the other hand.

Seeing her master look so gentle towards another girl, her heart felt blocked!

No, to be straightforward...

She was jealous!

......

Amidst everyone’s sighs.

The scene on the sky curtain finally changed again.

It was a dark and eerie great hall.

Before a massive Chiyou Bronze Statue.

The young boy was kneeling, face full of reverence.

Beside him stood the person who claimed to be the Evil Pharmacist!

"Alright, child."

"From today onwards! You are my direct disciple!"

"I will bestow upon you the title: Qingling. From now on, you will go by this name, making a well-known demonic name in the Eastern Continent!"

The Evil Pharmacist said as he handed over the sect’s robe and headpiece to the boy.

Having finally fulfilled his mother’s dying wish, without any hesitation.

The boy donned the new sect attire and kowtowed to the other party:

"Disciple Qingling, greets Master!"

"Good! Very good! My precious disciple! Hahaha!"

"From now on, you belong to your Master! Hahaha!"

Looking at the kneeling disciple, the Evil Pharmacist laughed loudly, his eyes no longer showed the previous gentleness and kindness, but instead....

Madness!

Greed!

Wickedness!

"Master, you....."

Seemingly sensing something was wrong.

The boy instinctively took a step back.

However, as he stepped back.

The other party maliciously advanced a step!

Until he was cornered before the Chiyou statue, with no retreat!

"Dear disciple, I warned you earlier, you have joined the Evil Sect..."

The Evil Pharmacist sneered, his face becoming more twisted:

"And most traditions in the Evil Sect require the entry disciple to offer something to the Master...."

"Master.... what does Master want?"

The boy kowtowed again, "Qingling was pursued by righteous path scoundrels, fled to the Eastern Continent, with nothing to offer. Afraid I cannot provide Master with anything...."

Seeing his eyes growing more strange, he gritted his teeth, "If Master doesn’t mind! This entry tribute, Qingling will owe it for now, once I have mastered my skills, I will certainly find a supreme treasure to present to Master!"

"Ah, dear disciple, why are you making empty promises to your Master?"

The Evil Pharmacist sneered coldly, "Why wait for the future? Today, there is already a supreme treasure within you that you can offer to Master! Hahaha!"

In the end, he couldn’t help but laugh maniacally.

The murderous intent in his eyes was no longer concealed!

Clang!

He pulled out a short sword, blood-red as if stained with blood, from his chest pocket, and once again approached the trembling boy.

"Master, what... what are you doing!"

In that moment, the boy finally understood, and while avoiding around the Chiyou statue, he grabbed the Surprised Wind Sword left by his father at his waist!

Seemingly ready for a life-and-death struggle!

"What are you doing? Oh dear."

The Evil Pharmacist sighed softly, seemingly in pain.

"Child, why resist futilely?"

"With your limited skills, do you think you can escape from the grasp of a Nascent Soul expert?"

"So."

"Be obedient, child! One instant! Just one instant! You won’t feel any pain! It will end quickly!"

"Helping Master achieve immortality and ascend, is a great merit indeed!"

The Evil Pharmacist’s eyes flashed with crazy flames as he continued to approach the boy.

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