Baili Weisheng’s departure left the entire Xiao family astonished—did Jun Buli really have the confidence to snatch Consort Li away from them single-handedly?
Even if he did manage to take her, she’d only be a corpse by then!
“Jun Buli, perhaps we could sit down and discuss this properly. There’s much about Nanzhao you don’t understand!” Sheng Zimo called out loudly.
He had to be careful—Jun Buli might not spare Consort Li’s life, but he’d take everyone else’s lives instead!
After all, no matter how favored she was, she was still just a consort in the end!
But Jun Buli ignored his attempt at compromise entirely, saying coldly instead, “Consort Li, how much longer do you plan to keep up the act?”
This… what did this mean?
Sheng Zimo froze, and everyone present was equally baffled. What was Jun Buli talking about?
Consort Li, putting on an act? What act could she possibly be putting on?
“Your Majesty, I was scared because you hadn’t come—I wasn’t putting on any act,” Consort Li said in a coquettish, simpering tone, showing none of the panic from before!
Sheng Zimo instinctively tightened his grip on her, failing to notice the flash of bloodthirsty light that crossed her eyes.
Jun Buli sat down on the rooftop, and the very instant he sat, Consort Li—drawing strength from who knows where—suddenly wrenched herself free of Sheng Zimo’s grip, with a strength so great it was utterly unexpected!
Heavens, this woman!
Sheng Zimo startled, forgetting to restrain her, instinctively dodging back. But then, Consort Li turned to look at him, and to his shock, a pair of sharp, pointed fangs appeared at her mouth, their tips stained with an eerie crimson blood, while her lovely phoenix eyes gradually took on a veil of blood-red!
This woman…
What kind of creature was this woman?
Everyone around them, seeing this, abandoned all other concerns and fled in a swarm. But they didn’t get far—very quickly, a ring of poisonous beasts appeared around them, surrounding the entire Xiao Manor completely. Not even a flying bird could have escaped!
Old Master Xiao and his wife were terrified and fled hastily back into the house!
But at Jun Buli’s single command, a massive swarm of poisonous rats surged madly into the house to hunt everyone down, and soon, waves of agonized screams echoed out.
Consort Li was closing in step by step on Sheng Zimo. Hearing the screams coming from inside the house, she quickly turned to look at Jun Buli and called out, “Your Majesty, please show mercy—I don’t like drinking the blood of the dead, I want it fresh!”
This Consort Li was in fact one of the Houyi bloodline, the vampire clan. Some time ago, she had infiltrated Prince Yao’s manor and killed the original Li Qinqin, taking her place.
Jun Buli had fangs just like her—the Dream Clan and the Solitary Isle Clan’s bloodlines combined had given him a body impervious to all poisons, but had also given him a pair of fangs that craved biting!
This pair of fangs would grow restless with his emotional state and with the waxing and waning of the moon. His nature was inherently kind, and he couldn’t bear to harm innocent people with poison, so he had always suppressed it.
Later, when he could no longer hold back, he had bitten two eunuchs to death. But he discovered that even biting eunuchs couldn’t cure his fangs’ bloodthirst.
Consort Li craved drinking blood, but he himself never drank blood—he only liked biting.
Consort Li’s presence undoubtedly satisfied his need. As a vampire, ageless and undying, the blue vampire blood in Consort Li’s veins seemed to greatly help with his biting affliction.
As long as he bit Consort Li, his emotions would quickly calm down, and he would quickly recover his strength.
This, too, was the true reason Consort Li was so favored.
For despite Consort Li having made advances on him several times, Jun Buli had, to this day, never once touched her.
This secret was known only to the Four Great Poison Beasts, the Giant Bear, and Consort Li herself. He had never intended to reveal this secret, and it happened to work out well—Consort Li’s presence helped him fend off many troublesome women, since he despised dealing with them.
“What’s taking so long, kill him!” Jun Buli said coldly.
Only then did Consort Li turn her gaze back to Sheng Zimo, shrugging helplessly. She had to admit, a beauty was a beauty indeed—when she bared her bloodthirsty fangs, her whole being became even more mysteriously beautiful, a truly bewitching, exquisite creature!
Sheng Zimo had heard of the existence of the vampire clan, said to also originate from the foreign tribes of Nanzhao, but that had always been the stuff of legend, said to predate even the legends of the Solitary Isle by a hundredfold. He simply couldn’t believe what he was seeing with his own eyes!
But reality was reality, right there before him!
“Tsk, tsk, young master, you really are handsome!” Consort Li said with a smile, licking her lips, clearly impatient. She’d made a pact with Jun Buli—he would favor her, keep her by his side, and provide her with blood, and in exchange, she was forbidden from exposing her identity, forbidden from harming the innocent, and had to come whenever called.
In the past, the blood Jun Buli had given her to drink had always been from condemned prisoners, and several times even chicken and duck blood, leaving her, who once savored blood like fine wine, increasingly deprived of any real taste.
Now, with such a living, breathing, extraordinarily handsome man right in front of her, how could she not be excited?
“Don’t come any closer!” Sheng Zimo screamed, so terrified he nearly wet himself. He’d always been wary of Jun Buli and his people coming to find Baili Xiaosheng, but he’d never expected them to be this powerful!
“Young master, don’t be afraid, I’ll be gentle,” Consort Li said with a smile, then suddenly pounced, slamming Sheng Zimo to the ground and burying her head in his neck to bite down!
“Ahhh…”
The scream instantly echoed throughout the entire valley. Baili Weisheng, who was walking up the mountain, paused, glanced back at the sky full of poisonous beasts, shrugged, and continued on toward the summit.
After Sheng Zimo died, his body was left to Consort Li to dispose of—something she’d done plenty of times before she’d ever met Jun Buli, and she could guarantee it would be cleaned up without a trace.
By the time she finished dealing with it and returned, the poisonous beasts had nearly finished off the entire Sheng clan. As for these arrogant, ridiculous people who had plundered and oppressed the people of Nanzhao, Jun Buli felt not a shred of sympathy.
He only regretted, somewhat, that he hadn’t thought of Baili Xiaosheng sooner—if he had, perhaps the Sheng clan wouldn’t have been wiped out entirely by the Xiao family.
Consort Li leapt up onto the roof in one bound, but Jun Buli shot her a cold glance, and she immediately dropped back down. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and resumed the demeanor befitting a consort.
Act, keep acting.
In truth, there wasn’t much acting involved—her true nature really was domineering, spoiled, arrogant, and rude, all looks and no brains. It was just that she concealed her strength and martial skill extremely well; without Jun Buli’s nod of approval, even if she were bullied terribly, she would never retaliate.