I Only Marry Widows

Lu Chengfeng captured Yuan Qingyi, naturally coveting the gift of the True Monarch from Yu Du. Such a gift was enough to greatly enrich his own foundation and sort out his path of cultivation.

However, the desire for her body was also real, and he was somewhat curious about the differences between the Demon Race and humans.

This was a Cyan Simurgh in human form, with formidable strength, a definite powerhouse among the Divine Generals. Only a ruthless character like the Demon Wheel, just a step away from being a True Monarch, could suppress her.

Even though Lu Chengfeng had just displayed great might and killed her husband, if it came to hand-to-hand combat with this woman, he might not be able to overpower her.

The Demon Race was known for their inherently strong physiques, and Yuan Qingyi, being a pure-blooded Cyan Simurgh, had cultivation, strength, and a body superior to Lu Chengfeng’s true self.

Compared to this woman, he was the real weakling...

There was no way around it. Without enough cultivation, even in matters like these, it was difficult to surpass the other party.

However, Lu Chengfeng naturally had his own killing move. His cultivation of the Sun and Moon Heaven Repairing Scripture was originally a dual cultivation technique, refining the soul, consolidating cultivation, and understanding the passage of time.

Although he had spent much effort on two combat techniques during this time, he had never neglected this main cultivation technique.

Once inside the room, Lu Chengfeng directly threw Yuan Qingyi onto the floor, letting her make intimate contact with the soft, jade-like ground.

"Undress yourself..."

Lu Chengfeng’s cold and domineering voice echoed in her ears. Yuan Qingyi bit her lip lightly, her heart almost bleeding. She and Yu Du were true Tao Companions, relying on each other for survival for twelve thousand years.

Watching her man die before her eyes, not only could she not avenge him, but she also had to endure the humiliation from the man who killed her husband. This filled her with pain and torment.

Of course, most of this pain and torment was psychological. As for being captured by Lu Chengfeng, she did not consider it a great humiliation.

Cultivators were not bound by worldly laws and customs. To her, bodily chastity and virtue were jokes.

Moreover... she was a demon!

Suppressing her tumultuous thoughts, Yuan Qingyi took a deep breath, supported herself on the floor with her hand, and moved with unparalleled allure, deliberately showcasing her beautiful body curves.

"Since I’ve made the decision, there’s no need to hesitate anymore."

"Isn’t it just serving with my body?"

"His true strength is weak. As long as I find an opportunity, I can kill with one strike."

Compared to mortal women, female immortals naturally outshine in appearance and temperament. Not to mention their flexible and enchanting bodies, capable of feats unimaginable to mortal women.

Though in human form, she moved and postured like a graceful bird, crawling on the floor, displaying her submission and docility.

Even someone like Lu Chengfeng, accustomed to great beauty, couldn’t help but swallow, "Marvelous, truly marvelous... Is this how you usually serve Yu Du? That guy really knows how to enjoy life."

Even he felt a bit envious. Such a beauty, appearing aloof and ethereal, now behaving like a wild beast. Then again, she really was a genuine Cyan Simurgh.

Yuan Qingyi displayed her enchanting curves with abandon. Hearing Lu Chengfeng’s question, the image of Yu Du flashed in her mind, almost bringing her to tears, but she controlled her emotions quickly.

"How could it be? This is the Falling Phoenix Dance of my Cyan Simurgh clan, only performed willingly in front of those we submit to willingly."

"Though Yu Du is my husband, he never won my willing submission."

"Only someone as powerful as you can make me tremble, fear, and feel terrified..."

As Yuan Qingyi spoke, even she couldn’t tell truth from falsehood anymore, "I just want to please you, flatter you, and find a way to survive."

...

Deep within the Nine Heavens Demon Subduing Palace.

Lu Chengfeng watched as this Cyan Simurgh shed its magnificent feathers, revealing a phoenix body beneath, carved like exquisite jade. It lay prostrate on the ground, amber eyes looking up, filled with entreaty and ingratiation, as if begging him to spare its life.

Especially now, with the Immortal-Binding Rope still on its neck, it appeared even more delicate.

He couldn’t help but praise, "I’ve long heard of Ancient Immortals riding Simurghs, traveling from the North Sea to Cangwu, living in leisure and joy, enviable.

"I didn’t expect to obtain a Simurgh as well."

"I suppose I’ll have a mount in the future."

The Cyan Simurgh’s lively eyes froze slightly, realizing it was being treated like a common spirit beast, merely for riding. This... was a massive humiliation.

It was of the Demon Race, a powerful Divine General, not some mount...

Yet, now it was under the eaves, unable to raise its head, especially bound by the Immortal-Binding Rope, making resistance futile.

The Cyan Simurgh consoled itself, "It’s fine, it’s fine, I’m just enduring humiliation for a later purpose!"

"Come over, let me see if you’re qualified as a mount, whether it’s comfortable to ride or not."

Hearing this, the Cyan Simurgh trembled slightly, then crawled over. Naturally, Lu Chengfeng wasn’t polite with this Great Demon and mounted it directly...

What had to be said was that the Demon Race was indeed the Demon Race—physically robust and fierce in disposition. After Lu Chengfeng mounted it, it began to struggle violently.

"I refuse to believe I can’t tame you!"

Lu Chengfeng lost his temper, employing all the beast-taming manuals he had gathered over the years, along with the Sun and Moon Heaven Repairing Scripture, even resorting to the power of Talisman Decrees.