Chapter 1

Inside the Shura Hall, a breathtakingly beautiful man was lounging lazily on a soft couch. One hand rested casually on a pulse-taking cushion, while the other idly toyed with a flickering azure demonic flame at his fingertips.

After a short while, he asked indifferently, “Morong, how is it? Have you reached a diagnosis?”

Morong was the physician taking his pulse. Upon hearing the question, he withdrew his hand with trembling fingers. His lips moved repeatedly, but he couldn’t bring himself to utter a single word.

Apart from him, everyone else kneeling across the floor remained equally silent, too terrified to make a sound.

The enormous bedchamber was shrouded in deathly silence.

It was as quiet as a graveyard in the dead of night, so eerily silent that Gu Xinian was practically scared out of his wits!!!

Yet, despite being pinned to the floor by two burly men, he appeared remarkably obedient, showing no intention of struggling whatsoever.

That was because, after observing his surroundings for this brief period, Gu unauthorized copyXinian had more or less figured out what was happening.

Based on his experience reading over eight thousand novels, if nothing unexpected had happened, he had probably transmigrated.

After all, not long ago, he had personally watched his own corpse being cremated into ashes.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he had appeared here, only to be immediately pinned to the floor.

Well, originally, he had been quite happy about transmigrating and getting a second chance at life.

But wasn’t it a little too much to drop him straight into the middle of a deadly confrontation?!

And in such a miserable, humiliating position, no less…

Although, admittedly, he’d spent his previous life as a lazy good-for-nothing and hadn’t exactly accumulated much virtue.

Was that why his transmigration had been handled so carelessly?

But as the saying went, if fortune came, it was a blessing; if disaster struck, there was no escaping it. All he could do was adapt to his circumstances and take things as they came.

Since he still couldn’t determine exactly where he had transmigrated to, Gu Xinian decided that, for the time being, he would quietly play the role of an obedient captive.

After a pause, he cautiously shifted his gaze back toward a certain someone who, at first glance, was obviously the main character.

Another moment passed before Yinghuo finally let out an impatient sigh and spoke again. “Speak, Morong. I won’t kill you.”

Hearing this, Morong immediately looked as though he’d been granted a pardon. He hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and answered, “Reporting to Your Lordship, it is the ancient secret aphrodisiac known as Hehuan Powder. There is no antidote. The only remedy is to relieve its effects through sexual release.”

“Oh? Is that so…” Upon hearing this, Yinghuo merely gave a slow, slight nod. As though nothing had happened, he conjured a soft silk handkerchief and began gently wiping the wrist where his pulse had just been taken. Then, without even raising his head, he parted his lips and addressed Morong.

“Get lost.”

“Yes!” Morong answered instantly. He scrambled to his feet and fled without looking back.

After leisurely finishing wiping his hand, Yinghuo set down the handkerchief and turned toward the black-clad man kneeling beside him. His voice was cold as he issued his orders. “The remaining demon attendants have neglected their duties. Useless. Drag them away, chop them into pieces, and save them as snake food for A-Si.”

“Remember to cut them into smaller pieces. A-Si has always preferred its food finely chopped.”

“As for you… three hundred lashes. There will be no next time.”

“Yes.” Xinglan responded with utmost respect. He then swiftly led his men to bind the demon attendants on the floor and drag them away.

The doors were soon shut from the outside, cutting off the desperate, heart-wrenching cries for mercy.

With all the demons in the room dragged away, naturally, there was no one left to pin Gu Xinian down.

However, he felt absolutely no relief at being released. That was because, the very next second after the doors closed, a pair of feet clad in black embroidered boots appeared right before him.

Gu Xinian was instantly overwhelmed by immense sorrow.

Wuwuwu! He had clearly tried so hard to make himself as inconspicuous as possible! Why did he still have to face this unhinged Demon Lord?!

Yes, after this period of careful observation, Gu Xinian had finally confirmed which novel he had transmigrated into.

The main reason was that the line “Remember to cut them into smaller pieces. A-Si prefers its food finely chopped” was simply too spine-chilling and unforgettable…

Demon Lord Yinghuo, the ultimate villainous boss of The Immortal Lord’s Most Cherished Beloved. Dark, obsessive, utterly unhinged, brutally violent, bloodthirsty, and terrifyingly unpredictable.

Danger Level: Maximum Stars!!!

As for himself, if he wasn’t mistaken, he was probably the cannon-fodder character in the novel who shared his exact name.

All right, there was no way he could be mistaken. Only one person had ever dared to drug the Demon Lord with Hehuan Powder: that reckless, love-obsessed cannon fodder who didn’t know his own limits, Gu Xinian, the Little Highness of the Phoenix Clan.

“Gu Xinian, the Little Highness of the Phoenix Clan…”

The moment his identity was suddenly spoken aloud, Gu Xinian felt as though his entire world had collapsed.

Unfortunately, he clearly didn’t have time to fall apart.

He quickly composed himself at the fastest speed of his life, then raised his eyes to look at Yinghuo. Wearing an obedient expression, he nodded and stammered, “Y-yes, that’s me…”

Internally cursing up a storm, outwardly smiling like a fool.

That was probably the most accurate description of his current state.

He tried to win a little sympathy from Yinghuo by putting on his most innocent expression, although he had no idea whether it would work.

The atmosphere in the room once again descended into an eerie silence, much like the calm before a storm.

But Gu Xinian’s heart was anything but calm.

Whether you’re going to kill me or carve me into pieces, at least say something! What’s with all this silence?!

As though responding to Gu Xinian’s silent urging, Yinghuo soon made his next move.

He suddenly leaned forward slightly. Under Gu Xinian’s astonished gaze, he lifted the young man’s chin and asked in a hoarse voice, “The Hehuan Powder… you were the one who administered it?”