Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 36 A Young Girl's Feelings

Chapter Thirty-Six: A Young Girl's Feelings

Zhuo Yang chuckled, clearly annoyed by Dongfang Jiye's focus: "Mr. Dongfang, don't you want to ask what I'm going to make with all those medicinal herbs I'm asking for?"

Dongfang Jiye felt embarrassed for a moment, then quickly composed himself and asked with a curious expression.

"See for yourself!" Zhuo Yang tossed the porcelain bottle over.

Catching the porcelain bottle, Dongfang Jiye pulled out the stopper with a mixture of surprise and doubt. Before he could even bring his nose to smell it, a refreshing fragrance filled his nostrils, causing him to unconsciously take a deep breath.

I shuddered and felt refreshed.

Dongfang Ke'er was also attracted by the fragrance. She leaned over to take a sniff and exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Zhuoyang, what's in the bottle? It smells so good!"

"Call me Master!" Zhuo Yang said, frowning.

The hierarchy is very important. A dignified demon lord can do whatever he wants and doesn't care what others think, but he can't let his disciples all follow suit, can he?

This is a matter of the Demon Lord's dignity!

Dongfang Ke'er pouted, then calmed herself down, put on the airs of a well-bred young lady, and gave a traditional Chinese bow: "Master, I pay my respects to you."

Her etiquette was very proper and had a classical feel, and coupled with her white dress, she had a unique charm.

Seeing Dongfang Jiye turn his head away, trying to suppress his laughter, and the old steward's face ashen, looking like he was about to burst, Zhuo Yang's lips twitched.

That brat is so dramatic!

Women are all such drama queens!

For Zhuo Yang, women had never been a primary focus. He used to have countless enchanting women around him, ready to be his concubines. Now, however, he realized that mortal women were not so easy to deal with.

"That's the Cold Spring Pill I refined." Zhuo Yang said coldly, trying to calm himself down.

"Master!" Dongfang Ke'er smiled gracefully, "What is the Cold Spring Pill?"

Zhuo Yang's cheek twitched again. He forcibly controlled his heart, which was about to explode, and said in a deep voice, "The Cold Spring Pill is a kind of pill. In the ranking of pills, it is considered a low-grade spiritual pill."

Dongfang Ke'er's eyes darted around, and she asked again, "Are pills graded? How are they graded?"

Zhuo Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Spirit pills, precious pills, golden pills, and divine pills are divided into three grades: superior, middle, and inferior!"

"It's only a low-grade elixir!" Dongfang Ke'er sighed in disappointment.

Zhuo Yang was instantly furious and almost blurted out the name of the Gathering Spirit Cold Spring Pill, which was a genuine low-grade treasure pill, requiring a lightning tribulation, which perfectly reflected the difference in pill grade.

Once the news of the Gathering Spirit Cold Spring Pill spreads, it will surely attract cultivators to fight over it. Zhuo Yang still has great uses for it, so it cannot be said.

Zhuo Yang took a deep breath to calm himself down: "Even low-grade spiritual pills can help someone successfully establish their foundation. Do you want to become a true cultivator, or... a true cultivator?"

"Cultivation?" Dongfang Ke'er could no longer maintain her elegant demeanor; her face flushed, and her breathing became rapid. "I want it!"

"Don't you dare to deliberately upset me anymore!" Zhuo Yang said sternly.

Dongfang Ke'er pouted and then gave a traditional Chinese bow, saying, "I will follow Master's teachings!"

"Well, this apprentice is hard to teach!" Zhuo Yang sighed deeply in his heart.

You have to bear the hardships yourself, no matter how difficult it is for the apprentices you chose.

"Mr. Dongfang, you should also take one; it will prolong your life." Zhuo Yang looked at Dongfang Jiye, his aura becoming indifferent as water.

I don't feel so helpless around men anymore; I feel very comfortable.

Dongfang Jiye was overjoyed; his hands trembled as he held the porcelain bottle, seemingly at a loss for words to express his gratitude.

Zhuo Yang gestured for him to enter, and only then did he suppress his excitement, pour out a sky-blue pill from the porcelain bottle, and swallow it without thinking. The old steward tried to stop him but didn't have time.

"And you, have one too!"

Zhuo Yang looked at the old butler and gestured for him to proceed.

The old butler immediately put on a serious face, puffed out his chest and said, "I'm just a butler, no need!"

After speaking, she glanced at Dongfang Jiye with a cautious and wary look, as if she was afraid that he would be poisoned.

Dongfang Jiye quickly let out a breath and exclaimed, "Comfortable, so comfortable! I feel like I'm twenty again, full of energy!"

He struck a strong pose and then burst into laughter.

The old housekeeper was still worried and quietly reminded him to go to the hospital for a check-up.

Dongfang Jiye waved him away, took out his phone and asked someone to prepare a gym, as he wanted to try out his youthful body again.

The old butler hurriedly followed, leaving Dongfang Ke'er alone in the living room.

"Master, when should I take the pill?" Dongfang Ke'er maintained the demeanor of a well-bred young lady, exuding charm and allure.

Zhuo Yang glared at her and said in a deep voice, "Go to your bedroom. Your master will personally help you clear your meridians and establish your foundation!"

Dongfang Ke'er blushed slightly, gave a soft reply, and then led the way upstairs.

Little Diao followed closely behind Zhuo Yang, his big, dark eyes filled with displeasure...

Walking through the carpeted corridor, Dongfang Ke'er pushed open the solid wood door to her boudoir, standing sideways inside, as obedient as a concubine welcoming the emperor's arrival.

Zhuo Yang saw through it, snorted, and then went into her boudoir.

The furnishings were simple, nothing particularly luxurious; it was just a slightly larger girl's room, predominantly white, with pure white carpets. Dongfang Ke'er was also wearing a white dress, suggesting a pure heart.

Zhuo Yang suddenly frowned. He was also wearing a white suit, a traditional Chinese formal dress, which looked dashing and handsome.

Standing next to Dongfang Ke'er, they are practically wearing matching outfits.

"Hehe, you little rascal, you've got a lot on your mind!"

Zhuo Yang felt annoyed again, but he held back and said in a deep voice, "Go change into some comfortable clothes. When you start Foundation Establishment later, the impurities in your body will be expelled!"

"Change...change clothes?" Dongfang Ke'er's face turned red again.

Zhuo Yang ignored her, walked to the window, and looked out with his hands behind his back.

Dongfang Ke'er watched his retreating figure, her large eyes sparkling with infatuation.

Which girl isn't passionate?

Dongfang Ke'er had always been well protected by her father, and the only men she had ever met were her classmates from the elite school. Two years ago, after she started wearing the jade pendant, her health deteriorated day by day, and she eventually became bedridden.

Zhuo Yang cured her illness, which filled her with gratitude. The subsequent massage to unblock her meridians then transformed that gratitude into something profound...

After watching for a long time, Dongfang Ke'er's delicate face flushed red. Then she took out a light bathrobe from the wardrobe and tiptoed into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, a shy voice came from behind: "Master, I...I...I'm done changing!"

Zhuo Yang turned around, and his eyes froze for a moment when he looked up.

The bathrobe, as thin and sheer as a gauze scarf, revealed the girl's figure completely.

Having already used the Swift Step technique, Zhuo Yang quickly turned back and said coldly, "Put some clothes under your bathrobe!"

"oh oh!"

Dongfang Ke'er was so embarrassed that she lowered her head and ran into the bathroom.

The daring act exhausted her strength; she took a step, her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the stall, crying out, "Ouch!"

Zhuo Yang was determined not to turn around and rapidly recited the Thunder Tribulation Heart Sutra.

The Thunder Dao Great Law, born from the calamity, is naturally of one mind, and all laws originate from one source... Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.

Ok?

That is Buddhism!

Damn it, my Dao heart has fallen quite a bit!