Forcing a Demon to Become an Immortal

He gazed at her with misty eyes. “Are you going to cultivate immortality or not?”

She scratched at him with both claws, miserably trying to hypnotize herself. Tu Zongzong, if you let that harmless little face fool you again, you’ll be the stupidest spirit fungus in the demon realm.

So she put on a brave front. She felt as if she had transcended the mortal world and escaped the five elements. Then she heard herself say, “I won’t cultivate.”

“Oh?” He lowered his head and gazed at her sadly. “Zongzong, what did you just say?”

“Uh…” Tu Zongzong’s voice seemed to scrape its way out of her throat. “I won’t cultivate.”

He lifted his head, his chin rising in a graceful arc. With a soft laugh, he yawned, his gaze hazy, and drew a curve in the air with one hand. A flash of golden light, and three young attendants appeared among the clouds.

“Take her away.”

“Yes, my lord.”