Cultivation: The Great Love System, Reforming a Disciple Who Tried to Assassinate Me

The young woman offers him a pill, only for the Demon Lord to ask where the injury on her foot came from.

Qingling, the Demon Lord, has never been one to take a loss for nothing. If he's hurt, then someone ought to pay for it. And if someone has laid a trap, waiting for others to fall into it, he'd rather sit in the shadows above and turn that very same net back on them. He rolls the poison pill Xiao Chen brought him between his fingers, then looks at the young woman's slightly raised toes. "You think I'm helping you cure the poison. In truth, I'm making you owe me your life."

He used to be too lazy to explain, so the women hated him. Now he means to explain, but every word comes with interest. The Nine-Turn Soul-Stabilizing Pill is real, the head-patting is real, and so is the hand that lifts the girl's skirt at night to draw out the lingering poison from the sole of her foot. But he won't give away even a single coin's worth of all the favors he's built up. Just as Xiao Chen thinks his plan is flawless, and Tantai Lingyin offers her final salute on the cliff's edge toward the Blood Chef, the Foundation Establishment body that should have rotted away has already been swallowed back down in the depths of Netherworld Hall.

Seven days later, when the door opens, the one waiting isn't a corpse, but a creditor who hasn't fallen.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.