Villain Cultivator (Web Novel)

”Yuan ’er, stay here and rest, okay? Your grandfather will find that bastard and brings him here. I ’ll make him grovel before you, and I ’ll engrave a slave curse on him as I did to Jia Shan ’s men. He will be forever your manservant. ”

Wei Huang guided Wei Yuan back to her new resident, a new villa courtyard at the back of the mountain.

Wei Yuan pretended to cry even though her grandfather ’s offer was tempting. It would be nice if Xu Miao ended up as her slave, so she could monopolize him.

Still, Wei Yuan disliked the idea. She didn ’t want her child to grow up and become spoiled like Wei Feng or Wei Xiang after being pampered like princes.

She had a dream. The image of a warm family, a father, a mother, and children holding hands, overcoming difficulties in life was her ideal family. As long as they were together as one, their children would grow up as admirable demons or cultivators, worthy of respect.

Staying here as a princess and raising a fatherless child might be easy for Wei Yuan, but the child would become another Wei Feng or Wei Xiang. She never wanted to see her own flesh and blood growing into one of them.

Wei Yuan slammed the door in Wei Huang ’s face and locked it.

The old oni lord sighed and returned to the grand hall. He thought that Wei Yuan was frustrated because of today ’s events.

Little did he know Wei Yuan would betray him. She had already stopped crying and began packing her clothes.

As Wei Yuan was busy, White Album appeared again to inform her about the changes.

’My master has summoned me back to him. He is nearby. ’

”Where!? ” Wei Yuan was delighted. She didn ’t expect that Xu Miao was this fast.

’Somewhere below here. ’

”Really!? ”

’I ’m not sure. I have to take a look first. ’

”Go then. Come back and tell me where he is, okay? ’

White Album ’s ghost body dove into the ground and disappeared.

…

Within 10 minutes, Xu Xiuying ’s clone returned to Xu Miao, who was still standing in the sewer. As soon as she saw his condition, she sneered in disgust.

’Yikes! Master, why did you take a shit bath? Or, did you shit on yourself on purpose? ’