After Being Rejected by Senior Sisters, My Demoness Master Actually Gave Herself to Me

Chapter 75: Returning to the Joyful Union Sect

Hu Qiner, the adopted daughter of Hu Ling, the sect leader of the Joyful Union Sect, was a late Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

If not for a certain incident, she would likely have already become the “Demoness” of the Joyful Union Sect, holding a status equivalent to that of a Demon Prince!

Half a month ago, at the Joyful Union Sect.

A disheveled woman crawled back to the sect gates. While everyone initially mistook her for a beggar, she raised a token that signified her prestigious identity as a disciple.

“What? Senior Sister Zhang?” The gatekeepers were astonished upon recognizing her.

This was none other than the direct disciple of the sect leader herself!

Now reduced to looking like a vagrant, pitiful and grotesque, this was Zhang Hongyan, who had been humiliated by Ye Shu and Luo Jiuyan in Luoyang City.

“Hurry! I must see Master Hu Ling! I have urgent matters to report!” Zhang Hongyan shouted as she returned to the sect.

The anxiety that had plagued her for half a month finally eased upon stepping back into the sect. But as she recalled her ordeal in Luoyang City and the faces of those two individuals, she clenched her teeth so hard she nearly shattered them, her face contorted in pain.

“You bastards… wait until I find out who you are. The man will be cut into pieces, and the woman will ride the wooden horse. I’ll torture you both to death, you filthy adulterous couple!”

Zhang Hongyan screamed hysterically as she made her way to meet Sect Leader Hu Ling.

The disciples leading her couldn’t help but think she was mad women—if they didn’t know her true identity.

When they arrived at the grand hall of the Joyful Union Sect, a scantily clad woman with an opulent figure was surrounded by seven or eight muscular men. They were massaging her smooth body, creating a scene of decadence.

“Who seeks an audience?”

Hu Ling sensed the arrival of visitors but did not stop the men from their ministrations. She let out a soft moan.

Zhang Hongyan looked up, her dirty face making her appear even more grotesque. “Master, it’s your disciple Hongyan! I almost died at the hands of others outside!”

“What?”

Hu Ling’s expression of pleasure froze instantly. She pushed aside the men around her and stood up, scrutinizing Zhang Hongyan. Only then did she realize how drastically her disciple had changed—her appearance was unrecognizable, and her cultivation aura was completely gone.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Hu Ling snapped angrily, “What happened to the male companions I bestowed upon you? And what about your cultivation? Explain yourself!”

Her fury was palpable.

The crippling of her personal disciple was no small matter—it was a direct affront to her dignity as the leader of the Joyful Union Sect and a challenge to her authority.

Who dared to commit such an atrocity?

Without delay, Zhang Hongyan began recounting her harrowing experience in Luoyang City.

As she spoke, Hu Ling’s beautiful face grew colder and colder, resembling a millennium-old glacier exuding icy air.

When Zhang Hongyan mentioned the bet—that she had to call Hu Ling a “sow” ten times—Hu Ling fell silent.

“Did you say it?”

Hu Ling’s gaze pierced through Zhang Hongyan like sharp needles.

Knowing full well that admitting this would spell her doom, Zhang Hongyan shook her head without hesitation. “No! I didn’t! I refused to do it, which is why that vile woman crippled me!”

She lied without a second thought. If she admitted to calling Hu Ling a sow ten times in exchange for sparing her life, even Hu Ling would not forgive her!

“You’ve shown admirable resolve. I’m pleased,” Hu Ling said, her expression softening slightly.

“Phew!”

Zhang Hongyan sighed in relief, congratulating herself on successfully concealing the truth. However, just as she began to feel triumphant, a sudden surge of divine consciousness erupted in her mind!

A voice thundered within her, echoing from deep inside!

“Hmph, I knew you’d lie to that seductive fox of a master. To ensure you wouldn’t deceive her, I planted a sliver of my divine consciousness in your body. If you chose to conceal the truth, I’d gain control over you!”

“What?!”

Zhang Hongyan was utterly shocked.

She recognized that voice—it belonged to the enigmatic and powerful woman she had encountered in Luoyang City!

She had secretly planted divine consciousness within her, lying dormant until this moment. How insidious!

“What’s wrong with you?” Hu Ling noticed something was amiss with Zhang Hongyan. Under her gaze, Zhang Hongyan began convulsing, her expression shifting rapidly.

Suddenly, her entire demeanor transformed, radiating an intimidating and domineering aura.

With eyes sweeping arrogantly across the hall, she smirked as she turned to Hu Ling. “Junior Sister, it’s been a long time.”

“You!”

Hu Ling shot up from her throne, trembling visibly as she stared at her disciple, now possessed by someone else. A deep-seated fear welled up within her.

She recognized the disdainful look and the commanding presence—it reminded her of someone from her memories!

Especially when the person addressed her as “Junior Sister.”

She was certain of it. This was Luo Jiuyan! “Luo Jiuyan, is that you? How have you taken control of my disciple’s body?”

At this moment, the person standing there wasn’t Zhang Hongyan anymore—it was far more accurate to call her Luo Jiuyan. With a smile, she asked, “Don’t you want to know who the ‘vile woman’ your precious disciple mentioned is?”

“Could it be…?”

Hu Ling’s pupils dilated as realization dawned. “Surely… it’s you!”

“Heh.” Luo Jiuyan sneered, offering no further explanation.

Hu Ling immediately understood. Under Luo Jiuyan’s piercing gaze, she instinctively averted her eyes.

The leader of one of the ten great demonic sects, the Joyful Union Sect, was now visibly cowering.

And it was no wonder—standing before her was the infamous Luo Jiuyan!

The pinnacle of demonic power, the foremost female demon!

She had once been her senior sister, dominating her life for decades during her cultivation under the Demon Emperor.

Just seeing her face stirred up deeply buried fears from Hu Ling’s past!

“Senior Sister, I didn’t know it was you!” Hu Ling held her breath, her face contorting into an obsequious smile—a look she hadn’t worn in years.

Luo Jiuyan chuckled. “Is that so? But I personally witnessed what you intended to do to that ‘filthy couple.’”

At these words, Hu Ling froze.

She cursed inwardly, berating herself for her stupidity. Of all people, why did her disciple provoke that woman? Everyone knew Luo Jiuyan was vindictive—there was no telling what she might do in her current state!

To her relief, Luo Jiuyan’s next words eased her tension.

“I won’t hold it against you today.”

“Thank you, Senior Sister, for forgiving my ignorance!” Hu Ling bowed deeply, her gratitude evident.

“Hmph.” Luo Jiuyan cast her a cold glance, then waved her hand. Her features began to shift as she withdrew her divine consciousness, relinquishing control of Zhang Hongyan’s body.

Hu Ling watched as Zhang Hongyan regained control, her anger flaring once more.

“This fool went gallivanting in Luoyang City and ended up offending that vile woman! What an idiot! She’s made me lose face entirely!”

Hu Ling raged.

The grand hall wasn’t empty—several of her male consorts were present as well. After witnessing this spectacle, strange expressions flickered across their faces.

“Die.” Hu Ling flicked her sleeve, and a streak of moonlight flashed. Slashes appeared across their necks, and they collapsed in pools of blood.

Just as she thought the matter had finally been resolved, a sudden voice rang out.

“My master is a sow!”

“My master is a sow!”

“My master is a sow!”

…

Zhang Hongyan, now unconscious, kept repeating the phrase over and over again.