The moment the demonic qi was drawn out, Yaohua regained a bit of her strength. She slapped Zhao Wu hard.
Zhao Wu withdrew his hand and stared at her in disbelief.
No one had ever dared to slap his face before.
Yaohua glared at him resentfully. "You brought me back with you and insisted that I register my name with you. Was it so that I could suffer here and be bullied by them?"
The hint of anger that had just welled up in Zhao Wu instantly flared up towards those Heavenly Demons. "Who gave you the audacity to harm the mistress?"
The Heavenly Demons trembled and no one dared to make a sound.
"If you had come any later, I would have died at their hands. I never thought you hated me so much that you wanted them to torture me to death." Yaohua sneered secretly, but tears almost welled up in her eyes.
Zhao Wu's expression grew even colder.
No reaction yet? Yaohua wiped her tears with her sleeve and sobbed softly.
"I understand that they've always looked down on me because I'm a phoenix. But I'm at least the one you brought back. If they treat me like this, who knows, they might want to humiliate you like this someday too."
A flash of killing intent crossed Zhao Wu's eyes, which Yaohua saw clearly. She decided to stop while she was ahead and kept silent.
"Forget it. Disobedient dogs are useless to keep." Zhao Wu raised his hand. The demonic qi that made Yaohua feel cold all over coiled towards those Heavenly Demons like silkworm threads.
"Your Highness, spare our lives! We'll never dare again!"
"Your Highness, Mistress, we know our mistakes! Spare us!"
Yaohua covered her eyes with her sleeve. "System brother, go collect the demonic qi quickly!"
This was top - grade fertilizer. It would be a sin not to collect it.
The system was never ambiguous in this regard. It had already collected all their spiritual power before Yaohua even said a word.
By now, the Heavenly Demons were being strangled by the silkworm threads and couldn't utter a sound.
"Yaoyao, can you still walk?"
Zhao Wu's voice rang in Yaohua's ear. She nodded and stood up, holding onto his arm.
The tip of her nose was still a bit red, and the moisture in her eyes hadn't faded. When she looked at Zhao Wu, he didn't know where to put his eyes.
"Brother Zhao Wu, why aren't we moving?"
Yaohua turned around with a nasal voice. Seeing Zhao Wu still standing there, she was a bit confused for a moment.
What was this guy up to?
Zhao Wu came to his senses. Hearing her call him brother, his ears instantly turned a bit red.
She should be no longer angry, right?
"Brother Zhao Wu, what did you come to me for?"
"I destroyed your wooden chip. Since you don't have a suitable magical weapon, I've prepared some in the mansion. Come with me and see if there's anything you like."
Yaohua was extremely surprised. Zhao Wu had said before that she didn't have a decent weapon. She thought he was just mocking her.
While she was still in doubt, Zhao Wu pushed open a door.
The moment the door opened, the glittering treasures inside made Yaohua take a step back and squint her eyes.
"Yaoyao, if there's anything you like, just take it."
So generous?
Yaohua followed him in. She shifted her gaze. "What if I like them all?"
Zhao Wu was taken aback for a moment, then said, "If you like them all, just take them all."
So overbearing?
"However, with so many magical weapons, can you use them all?"
Yaohua knew he wasn't that generous. She pouted slightly. "Brother Zhao Wu doesn't want to give them to me?"
"These are already yours. Why wouldn't I want to give them to you?" There was no hiding the doubt in Zhao Wu's beautiful eyes. "But with so many magical weapons, even if you use one every day, there will still be some you won't use for a year."
"I just like to put them in my space and look at them. Looking at them every day makes me feel great."
"Can your space hold them all?" Zhao Wu suddenly took out a brocade pouch. "Forget it. I'll give you a Sumeru Pouch then."
Yaohua blinked. Why was the situation getting weirder and weirder?
"Will I not always live here? Why do I have to carry these things with me?"
"As you like." Nevertheless, he still insisted on stuffing the Sumeru Pouch into Yaohua's hand.
One shouldn't accept benefits without merit. But considering how many times Zhao Wu had tricked her, this Sumeru Pouch could be regarded as compensation.
Thinking like this, Yaohua instantly felt at ease.
"Brother Zhao Wu, how do you have so many treasures?"
She called him brother one after another, and her voice was so soft and sweet that it really made Zhao Wu feel dizzy. "I'm from the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan. My subjects have offered a lot. Plus, over the years..." Zhao Wu suddenly paused for a moment before continuing, "In short, as long as you stay by my side, you'll have an endless supply of magical weapons."
"Brother Zhao Wu is so amazing?" Yaohua held the Sumeru Pouch, her eyes shining. "I heard them call you Your Highness. Is Brother Zhao Wu the crown prince of the Heavenly Demon Clan?"
Zhao Wu gave her a half - smiling look and reached out to touch her head. Yaohua resisted the urge to avoid it. "Brother Zhao Wu?"
"The Demon Lord has four sons and one daughter. I'm the legitimate son. They call me Your Highness, not because I'm the crown prince."
Yaohua secretly remembered his words. "Are your other siblings here too?"
Zhao Wu didn't answer. He just showed a mysterious smile. "You'd better not meet them."
"Why?"
"Yaoyao, you already know a lot. Even if you secretly tell others, it doesn't matter. But if you know too much and say too much, even I won't be able to protect you."
Although Zhao Wu had seen through her thoughts, Yaohua wasn't flustered. "Brother Zhao Wu, what are you talking about? How could I tell others about these things?"
Zhao Wu didn't say anything else. "The registration ceremony will be held tomorrow. It's getting late. Go back and rest."
The next day, Yaohua was woken up by the footsteps outside.
"Has the mistress gotten up? This servant is here to help you dress and groom."
A sharp voice came from outside the door. Yaohua rubbed her eyes. "Come in."
The door was kicked open with a bang. Yaohua was startled. She looked up and saw a maid she had seen yesterday pushing a female celestial in white in roughly.
This situation didn't seem like they were here to help her dress and groom. It seemed more like they were here to take her life.
Yaohua couldn't help but sit up straighter.
"Don't just stand there! Go fetch water for the mistress!"
After the female celestial put down the things in her hands, the maid grabbed her hair and pushed her out of the door.
Yaohua's eyes turned cold.
The maid crossed her arms and stood at the door waiting. When the female celestial came back with water, she ordered her to wipe Yaohua's face.
Yaohua stopped her. "I'll do it myself."
The female celestial then stood aside.
Just as Yaohua was splashing water on her face, she heard a very crisp slapping sound.
The maid, self - conceited because of her Heavenly Demon status and thinking she was superior to all beings in the Three Realms, was used to throwing her weight around on weekdays. How could she serve a lowly phoenix woman?
She already had some resentment in her heart. Especially since His Highness had chosen a female celestial as a maid for this woman. She couldn't do anything to Yaohua, but couldn't she beat and scold this female celestial?
She raised her hand again, but this time she was grabbed. Before she could react, a slap landed on her face, making it burn with pain.