The Disciples I Raised Are All Villains – Chapter 281

“Shall I help His Majesty the Demon Emperor recall the Saint Monarch’s former glory again?”
The act must be complete. Although the mission was accomplished, if it were the real Ao Ai, with that hateful girl’s character, she wouldn’t just slap him once and be done with it.
Qin Gou raised his right hand high again, but this time, Mo Qingyang easily caught his wrist.
Mo Qingyang brought Qin Gou’s hand close to his nose and took a deep, intoxicated breath, laughing with extreme pleasure.
Qin Gou hated himself. If only he weren’t an Enlightenment True Body and had the good habit of not washing his hands after using the toilet, it would have been great.
Just then, Mo Qingyang turned and walked a short distance away, hands clasped behind his back, shamelessly pretending nothing had happened. “Ao Ai, I can guess why you let that little seed come and put on a show in front of me. It’s not just about slapping me, is it?”
Qin Gou maintained his sorrowful gaze and went with the flow: “Naturally, I want to obtain something from you. Moreover, that wasn’t a slap just now, but a gift to you.”
Mo Qingyang’s eyes sharpened, but he quickly suppressed it and chuckled, shaking his head. “Communicating with the residual soul/emotion fragments of the Saint Monarch is indeed troublesome.”
Qin Gou agreed a hundred percent. Finally, someone understood how he felt. Almost every time he spoke to that hateful girl Ao Ai, he wanted to poke her nostrils with his fingers and give her a brilliant over the shoulder throw.
Mo Qingyang reached out, and a silver streak of light shot from somewhere in the dungeon, grasped in his hand, and presented before Qin Gou.
A small knife, as thin as cicada wings, glinting with a chilling light.
Qin Gou narrowed his eyes, took it, and muttered, “Scalpel…” In Qin Gou’s mind, a wild image immediately appeared: Little Banwei wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a scalpel in her right hand, her left hand casually in her pocket, her white coat, usually symbolizing a white-robed angel, stained with the blood of the Human, Demon, and Sea races.
“Heh, it seems you haven’t inherited all of the Saint Monarch’s memories,” Mo Qingyang chuckled heartily. “It can indeed be called a scalpel, but the Saint Monarch preferred to call it by another name… This is a personal magic tool personally forged by the Saint Monarch of yesteryear. There are nine in total. I’ll give you one of them, hoping it will help with the Saint Monarch’s revival. I actually wish all residual souls/emotion fragments and seeds were as wise as you, knowing to come to me for help, to speed up the Saint Monarch’s revival time as much as possible.”
Storing the magic tool, which looked very similar to a scalpel, in his Nas, Qin Gou let out a long sigh. “Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, I will not forget what happened today.”
Mo Qingyang stood in place, watching Qin Gou’s elegant departing back, a contented smile on his face. That last sentence was the best encouragement for all he had done. The Saint Monarch understood him.
Leaving the Demon Emperor’s dungeon, with the power of the Desireless Bracelet, Qin Gou wasn’t worried about the Demon Emperor tracking his aura with his divine sense. However, he still took many detours, arriving at a deserted area. Extremely cautiously, he transformed into a Sheathed Fruit as tall as a person with the Myriad Seed and waited for a long time before changing back to his male form and returning directly to Mo Yu’s palace.
“Where did you go?” Kong Ling seemed to have been waiting for a long time and asked urgently as soon as she saw Qin Gou.
Qin Gou chuckled, teasing, “Brother Mo Yu, your tone sounds too much like you’re catching someone in the act! In a couple of days, I’m marrying your sister, not you.”
Upon hearing this, Kong Ling’s tone became rather strange as she said, “You’ll know who you’re actually marrying.” Then she walked inside.
Qin Gou shook his head inexplicably. By nightfall, he sat in a chair and summoned the dream spirit tool with one hand.
Entering the dreamscape world, Qin Gou called out Ao Banwei’s figure.
“Master, we were all very worried about you,” Ao Banwei exclaimed joyfully.
Qin Gou smiled gently, “Your master is fine. Everything is going smoothly. By the way, Banwei, in this state, can you call Ao Ai out to talk to me?”
Ao Banwei immediately pressed between her eyebrows and said, “It seems not.”
“Then I’ll tell you a few questions. You go ask Ao Ai, and I’ll summon you again after an incense stick’s time,” Qin Gou instructed methodically.
An incense stick’s time later, Ao Banwei’s curvaceous figure reappeared before Qin Gou. “Master, Fairy Sister said she doesn’t know about the story of ‘killing wife for promotion.’ It’s probably because she hasn’t inherited all of Nine Saint Monarch’s memories. However, Fairy Sister does recognize that magic tool. She said it’s Nine Saint Monarch’s most beloved magic tool, and he always wore nine of them, bound to his thigh with a special leather sheath.”
“Is that magic tool called a scalpel?” Qin Gou asked meaningfully.
“No, Fairy Sister said the magic tool is named ‘Ban Qin Saber’.”
“Which ‘Ban’ and which ‘Qin’?”
“It’s Master’s surname and Banwei’s ‘Ban’. What a coincidence,” Ao Banwei said with a clear smile.
Hearing this, Qin Gou mused, “This character ‘Ban’ likely has something to do with you, little White Dragon, but this ‘Qin’ clearly has little to do with me. After all, Nine Saint Monarch was a prominent figure active a thousand years ago.”
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On an auspicious day, the Abyss Palace was ablaze with red. Palace maids in colorful attire held up lanterns, surrounding Qin Gou. The various rituals and customs were somewhat novel and different from human weddings, but they were also quite a headache for Qin Gou. However, he calmed down, thinking he would finally see Xiao Ling’er soon.
A fiery red outfit enveloped her slender figure, a red veil on her head, and her black, lustrous ponytail was draped over her chest.
Mo Yu’s expression was extremely tense as she looked at Wu Huang beside her, her voice, altered by spiritual power, sounded clear and melodious. “Wu Sibo, you’re not joking, right? My lord husband is really Qin Yuan from the Faceless Hermit clan. He… his surname is Qin?”
“You voluntarily asked His Majesty the Demon Emperor, and His Majesty has personally issued the order. How could it be fake?” Wu Sibo replied with a smile, pursing her lips.
Mo Yu was on the verge of tears. My dear sister, what tricks are you playing? The only member of the Faceless Hermit clan that Mo Yu knew also happened to have the surname Qin. Could it be such a coincidence?
“If it really is him, that would be great. Although it would be a bit awkward, at least that terrifying thing wouldn’t happen,” Mo Yu murmured confusedly, casting a fearful glance at a pot of blooming chrysanthemums placed not far away.
A moment later, in the grand hall adorned with lanterns and filled with guests, the Demon Emperor himself did not appear. However, Mo Yu finally saw the true appearance of her ‘Desired Husband’ for the first time through her red veil.
A young, rebellious, yet very unfamiliar face.
But this did not dispel Mo Yu’s suspicion. In her opinion, she had never seen Little Brother Qin’s true appearance anyway.
In the Demon Race Abyss, marriage ceremonies do not seem to involve the ritual of bowing to heaven and earth. Instead, the husband and wife drink a cup of cross-cupped wine in front of all the guests, and the ceremony is complete.
Soon, Qin Gou and Mo Yu, cups in hand, their hearts pounding, each put their arm around the other.
Qin Gou suddenly spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, secretly saying, “You’ve recognized me already, haven’t you?”
For a moment, Mo Yu trembled all over, filled with extreme surprise and excitement. It was indeed her most admired Little Brother Qin. This way, even if they went to the bridal chamber, she would be safe.
Seeing the other party’s strong reaction, Qin Gou smiled knowingly, recalling the humiliating experience of letting the maids scrub him thoroughly earlier. He then said, “When we get to the bridal chamber later, watch your backside.”