The Great Immortal of Love: All My Female Disciples Are Yandere

"Demon Lord, are you... are you serious?"

"Are you really willing... willing to bestow your great love upon me?"

Lin Qianqian's pretty face flushed, her beautiful eyes sparkled as she stared incredulously at the demonic figure on the golden bed in the distance!

Of course, she knew what the man's "great love" referred to....

In fact.

She had been waiting for this moment for far too long!

She had endured so much humiliation and tried every way to please this man over these days, and at most, all she got was a pat on the head as a reward!

The distance to truly merging with each other was still unimaginably far!

But now, the heavens finally opened their eyes!

This man finally lowered his guard against her!

This also meant....

Her imperial brother's suffering, her master's heavy trust, the expectations of her imperial family elders, today!

They would all come to a complete conclusion!

"Demon Lord! Xianxian is willing to serve by your side! To serve you loyally unto death!"

After exchanging a glance with the royal sister beside her, the little princess of Great Chu rushed forward with eager strides!

However.

Just as she excitedly approached the bed, ready to embrace that demon body she had longed for day and night.

Two figures stood in her way!

"Princess, please restrain yourself!"

"You! You are not allowed to touch my master!"

Feng Lingxue and Cen Xing'er spoke in unison.

As they finished speaking, the two women exchanged a glance, holding each other's hands.

Their eyes filled with the camaraderie of fellow disciples united against a common enemy.

Bai Feng stood quietly on the side, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Just a moment ago.

This girl Xing'er had been jealous and crying because he had bestowed his purest initial love upon the senior sister!

Even to the point of getting into a verbal altercation and wrapping....

It left him and Lingxue feeling rather awkward!

And now, the two sisters seemed to be getting along seamlessly, teaming up!

This was really....

United against outsiders, huh?

"Demon Lord, this...."

Lin Qianqian knew she was no match for this Youluo senior sister and could only look helplessly at the man in the distance.

"Ahem."

Bai Feng cleared his throat, his figure flashed, and he appeared between the three women, separating them, "Lingxue, Xing'er, I have said many times, we came to this Four Symbols Extreme Palace not for pleasure, but to accomplish important tasks!"

"Therefore...."

He donned a look of sage-like authority, ready to continue speaking, but he found....

Due to Xing'er's teasing earlier, his head, exuding an aura of command, had protruded from the demon robe, fully exposed!

At this moment.

The three young beauties present noticed this.

Their three pairs of eyes simultaneously glanced at the imposing, slightly crimson head of the Demon Lord.

Feng Lingxue looked stunned; after observing it intently for a couple of seconds, she turned her flushed cheeks to the side.

Although she had seen her master's true form that night in the cabin...

In her current calm state, she still felt somewhat embarrassed!

Considering how proud and reserved Feng Lingxue always was, yet twice, this ferocious creature had made her feel beyond embarrassed, as if transformed into another ardent woman!

As for the two beauties of similar age.

Cen Xing'er and Lin Qianqian, their pupils sparkled, not blinking.

They occasionally swallowed, their thoughts a mystery.

The three women and one man stared at each other awkwardly.

Silence was the bridge of this night.

After a full five seconds.

"Ahhh! Protect the Master! Don't let the bad women outside peek!"

Cen Xing'er was the first to react, after giving a quick kiss, she stretched out her jade-like hand and adeptly tucked the master into the spacious demon robe.

"Master, Lingxue doesn't quite understand...."

Feng Lingxue turned to the other side, speaking with a lonely expression: "Whether it's me or Junior Sister Xing'er, we were both raised by you. For you, our master as a teacher and like a father, to reclaim your original spirit, we naturally should sacrifice everything...."

"But!"

"Do you really need to do something for this stranger, the Ninth Princess of Great Chu...?"

"Could it be that."

Feng Lingxue took a deep breath, attempting to control her emotions, her voice choked with sobs: "The master I admire is by nature one who seeks beauty, and reclaiming the spirit is just a guise, when in fact you just want to be with girls...."

Perhaps sensing the coldness in her master's gaze as she spoke the last part.

She quickly knelt down, sobbing: "Lingxue was wrong! What Lingxue said just now greatly offended Master! I beg Master to punish me!"

"Lingxue, your judgment of me, though it causes me deep sorrow, I am willing to understand you."

"Fine then."

Bai Feng waved his hand in resignation, "You, get up first, and then come with me to the final level, and you'll see."

Having said this.

He felt something soft and sticky envelop his head once more, a cool and smooth touch spreading over him like an electric shock!

Suddenly.

The Qingling Demon Sovereign's tiger-like body trembled, and a hint of red appeared on his usually calm and pale, high-and-mighty face, clenching his teeth, he said:

"Xing'er!"

"You!"

"Also get up! Immediately!"

"Alright, alright! Xing'er will stop! Xing'er was wrong! Wuwuwu!"

A joyful, coquettish voice rang out.

A petite twin-tailed girl obediently climbed out from the master's large demon robe.

"Phew."

Bai Feng took a deep breath, looking at the little disciple, who knew her mistakes but never corrected them, with a mix of anger and helplessness: "Xing'er, you're a personal disciple of the Youluo Palace, owner of a Nascent Soul Realm Ghost King, how can you be so wanton and unruly, losing all decorum and identity?"