Chapter 7 Heart’s Blood of the Primordial Ancestral Dragon! Subduing Qin Yingluo!
Was she offering herself as a sacrifice?
Su Ming was momentarily stunned.
This development was completely unexpected. His gaze swept quickly over Qin Yingluo. At this moment, she no longer had the cold aloofness of someone untouched by the mortal world. Instead, there was now a pitiful softness that stirred a desire to conquer.
Her face was beautiful, her eyes flowed like autumn waters, and her figure was graceful and alluring. Even in her long robe, her seductive form couldn’t be fully concealed. However, Su Ming quickly regained his clarity. He wasn’t the kind of man who acted on lust. He knew exactly what was truly important.
“Do you think I’m interested in your body?”
His eyes were sharp and full of clarity, carrying a trace of mockery.
“Qin Yingluo, are you a little too confident in your charm?”
“If I really wanted a woman, all I’d need to do is say the word. You can try guessing…”
“In these Three Thousand Great Worlds, how many saintesses of sacred lands and heiresses of ancient clans, whose status rivals yours, would throw themselves at me from far and wide?”
“And yet you think you alone can make me help you?”
Qin Yingluo’s body trembled slightly. She couldn’t utter a single rebuttal. Let alone the fact that Su Ming was the exalted heir of the Demon Emperor—His fame alone as the possessor of the “Primordial True Demon Heart” was enough to attract countless followers once it spread.
Now… even her most prized beauty couldn’t sway him?
Realizing this, despair filled Qin Yingluo’s eyes. She had always held herself in high regard, with absolute confidence that, if she wanted, she could make all men in the world fall for her.
But tonight, facing Su Ming, she was taught a cruel lesson—One that even made her begin to doubt herself. Her face was filled with despair.
“I happen to be in need of a maid to serve tea, massage my back and shoulders.”
Su Ming tapped his fingers lightly, his expression calm.
Qin Yingluo bit her lip so hard she nearly drew blood. She was the daughter of the Cangyun Sect, a woman pursued by countless admirers across the Three Thousand Worlds.
Now, she was only worthy of being a maid?
All her confidence, all her pride, crumbled in an instant. Her frail figure seemed like it would topple at the slightest breeze.
Was this really all she was worth?
The tapping sounded again.
“I’ve had a long journey today. I’d like to soak my feet and rest.”
Su Ming tapped the table again, silently reminding her. Qin Yingluo wanted to leave in a fury. But images of her father, the elders, and her fellow sect members fighting valiantly surfaced in her mind.
Her eyelids quivered. In the end, she resigned herself and closed her beautiful eyes.
“I… I’ll go fetch the water…”
Staggering slightly, she walked out the door. Moments later, the sound of running water echoed inside the room. Su Ming still sat on his grand jade chair.
In front of him now knelt a white-clad, snow-like figure. Qin Yingluo knelt by the chair, her delicate body trembling. With her slender hands, she gently washed Su Ming’s feet.
If this scene were to spread, countless people would be utterly shocked. The noble daughter of the Cangyun Sect, the dream woman of many,
Was actually washing Su Ming’s feet!
What happened today was a massive humiliation for Qin Yingluo. But she was powerless to resist—she could only silently endure.
Amidst this shame, a strange sense of humiliation welled up. One that made Qin Yingluo herself unsure if she felt disgust… or something more complicated.
“Reward: Three drops of the Primordial Ancestral Dragon’s Heart Blood.”
“Ding! Host exhibited dominance, ruthlessness, and sharp, overbearing speech. Reward: +500 Demon Lord Charm Points.”].
The two system notifications rang in his ears. Su Ming’s eyes lit up.
Finally, everything he had said and done earlier was to utterly destroy Qin Yingluo’s psychological defenses—To make her accept the role of “maid” of her own accord, thus completing the task.
And clearly, it worked!
Su Ming spoke indifferently.
Qin Yingluo’s body swayed unsteadily. Her exquisite, beautiful face carried a trace of confusion—making her look all the more pitiful.
Su Ming paid her no further attention. His gaze was already locked onto the reward: three drops of the Primordial Ancestral Dragon’s heart blood.
The power of dragons in this vast Desolate World was unimaginably terrifying.
True, many dragon beasts in the Desolate World had fallen so low in status that they were kept as pets by ancient clans and sacred sects…
But the Primordial Ancestral Dragon was different!
It was the progenitor of all dragons, existing since the beginning of chaos itself. Even a single drop of its heart’s blood contained unimaginable power!
“Go stand guard at the door,” Su Ming ordered.
He wasn’t going to keep her for the night?
She had assumed she wouldn’t escape that fate tonight. But now did she really mean nothing to him?
She had always been extremely confident in her looks and body—Yet today, in front of Su Ming, she realized she had no advantage at all.
Was this what it meant to be the son of an emperor?
She gave a bitter smile and slowly walked to the doorway, standing guard there.
“Time to consume the Ancestral Dragon’s heart blood.”
Su Ming wasted no time. He sat cross-legged in focus and consumed the ancient divine relic…