Qu Weichen didn’t try to take down the undead knights.
The reason was simple: these undead knights looked like small leaders.
Whenever one appeared, there would always be two slightly smaller undead knights following behind, leading a group of thirty or forty regular skeletons.
Qu Weichen weighed the difference in strength and figured she hadn’t evolved to the point where she could take on a hundred enemies at once.
Whenever she ran into a group of undead knights, Qu Weichen would carefully avoid them.
She’d wait until she found a squad of regular skeletons before going in for the kill.
Traveling like this—moving, stopping, training along the way—two weeks passed.
Qu Weichen finally arrived near the area marked “Succubus Tribe” on the map.
This area was incredibly clean.
Qu Weichen didn’t see a single succubus, nor any other abyssal creatures.
“This should be the right place, right?” Qu Weichen felt a bit uneasy.
[There’s no way it’s wrong! If you’d entered the ancient serpent’s territory, the place would be crawling with all kinds of abyssal creatures! That ancient serpent sounds like an abyssal behemoth, and its kin are probably all sorts of abyssal beasts.] Qu Weichen felt a little more at ease and nervously continued deeper into the area.
Chen Qingjue hadn’t given her any token, just said that the succubi would know what to do when they saw her… Qu Weichen figured the palace master must have left some kind of aura on her, and with the blood she’d given, maybe the palace master could send an avatar or even come herself.
Well, this was a fantasy world—anything was possible.
A forest came into view.
The fruit on these trees was different from the red bramble fruit.
The outside was brownish-yellow with a scaly pattern—maybe… this was what the succubi ate? Qu Weichen wasn’t sure.
She walked into the woods, but didn’t dare pick any fruit, just looked around to see if there were any succubi here.
“Um, is anyone here?” Qu Weichen felt super awkward.
Should she be asking, “Are there any succubi here?” Would that be more normal? Qu Weichen poked her head out, looking around.
She called out again, louder: “Is there anyone from the demon tribe here?” Still no response.
Just as she was about to go further in, she caught a glimpse of a shadow darting up a fruit tree.
Qu Weichen looked up and saw a dark-skinned beauty hanging from a branch, looking down at her.
Her eyes glowed with a faint pink light.
If Qu Weichen had been closer, she would have noticed that the succubus’s pupils were heart-shaped.
A pair of small black horns stood out on her head, and her long tail curled around the treetop, the spade-shaped tip twitching.
She stared at Qu Weichen and spoke a string of words Qu Weichen didn’t understand.
Qu Weichen: miscalculated.
But no matter how you looked at it, this succubus girl seemed very friendly.
She didn’t show any aggression, and when their eyes met, she even gave a bright smile.
Because of her dark skin, her teeth looked especially white, and her sharp little fangs made her look extra cute.
Qu Weichen poked No. 9 in her mind: “Don’t I have a universal language pack?” [That’s for the Floating Continent.
This is the Abyssal World, it’s not the same world! ] No. 9 opened up the system backend.
[Don’t panic, just keep smiling at her, I’ll load a new one for you.] So Qu Weichen gave the succubus girl a friendly smile.
The succubus seemed even more excited when she saw her smile.
She picked a scaly fruit from the tree, nimbly jumped down, quickly peeled off the scales to reveal the tender white flesh inside, then walked up to Qu Weichen and handed her the peeled fruit.
“…For me?” Qu Weichen was a little flattered.
She hadn’t expected to be so well received.
Maybe succubi were also into good looks? Qu Weichen shyly took the fruit, and the succubus girl stared at her, eyes burning.
“Am I supposed to eat it now?” Qu Weichen was still a bit embarrassed, not used to such warmth and friendliness from strangers.
The succubus girl chattered away, her heart-shaped pupils fixed on Qu Weichen, her tail swaying behind her, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
“Th-thank you.” Qu Weichen took a small bite of the fruit.
It melted in her mouth, with a hint of sweetness.
But the flavor was very mild—if she had to describe it, it was like a juicy pear, but not sweet, just refreshing.
“Can you take me to see the other succubi? Or maybe your chief? Do you know Chen Qingjue?” The succubus girl just kept staring at her, not responding.
Qu Weichen sighed, not sure how to gesture.
No. 9 was taking way too long.
The juice was getting sticky on her hand, so Qu Weichen took out a handkerchief to wipe it off, but as soon as she did, the succubus girl grabbed her hand.
Qu Weichen froze for a second.
The succubus’s hands were cool as she lowered her head and put Qu Weichen’s fingers in her mouth—
“!!!?”
“You! What are you doing!” Qu Weichen freaked out, yanking her hand back, but quickly realized the succubus couldn’t understand her.
But—was this how succubi greeted people? Qu Weichen didn’t get it, and was totally shocked.
Just then, she felt a strange heat flare up inside her, her whole body getting hot.
It was nothing like the adrenaline rush of battle, but she was definitely burning up.
Qu Weichen wiped her hand and touched her face… it was scorching.
The succubus girl’s gaze grew even more intense.
She tried to get closer, but Qu Weichen backed away in fear, so she just stood there, watching Qu Weichen’s reaction.
Qu Weichen immediately realized—this fruit probably wasn’t just any ordinary fruit.
But she was a girl! And this succubus was a girl too! Ah! Was this just how succubi were? Succubi, after all! Qu Weichen was full of regret.
The succubus girl was still talking, and just then No. 9 finally [dinged], and Qu Weichen heard—
“You already ate the Pleasure Fruit, so why won’t you let me touch you? You’re so cute, I really like you, I’ll make you feel really good! Even if it’s for mana replenishment, I’ll know when to stop.
You must be feeling uncomfortable now, right? Let me help you, okay?”
Fuck! Had the succubus girl been saying this the whole time?!
[Fuck! How long was I gone, what happened! How did things escalate this fast?!] No. 9 was in disbelief.
It hadn’t even been ten minutes!
“Help!” Qu Weichen called out to No. 9 in her mind, and No. 9 was panicking too.
What could it do? It was just a weak little undead mage growth system!
Qu Weichen pulled out her water flask from her ring and gulped it down, but her body just got hotter and more uncomfortable, a feeling she couldn’t even describe.
She bit her lip, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed it hard into her thigh.
Blood flowed, and the pain cleared her head a bit.
“Don’t come any closer! Do you know Chen Qingjue?” No, Chen Qingjue was a name the palace master had only taken after coming to the Floating Continent.
Prison Sanctuary? These succubi probably didn’t know either…
“The Demon King, the Demon King of the succubi, she went to the Floating Continent, she sent me to find you!” Qu Weichen gritted her teeth.
The succubus girl froze, the heat in her eyes fading, her expression turning serious.
“The Demon King?” But the person in front of her, though an undead mage, didn’t have the aura of the Seventh Demon King’s contract.
Any undead mage who’d signed a contract with the Demon King would carry her mark, and her powerful subordinates would even have a mysterious connection to the mage, since they could be summoned.
The succubus hesitated, but quickly drew a magic circle in the air.
A strange magic circle appeared, rippling in the air.
She explained the situation to the elders of her tribe while keeping an eye on Qu Weichen.
This human looked truly delicious.
Unlike most undead mages, she wasn’t all skin and bones, and didn’t seem to have been corrupted by the Abyss at all.
Her fair face was now flushed pink, her thigh bleeding from the dagger wound, her delicate brows furrowed in pain, lips pale from blood loss, but bitten down, making her look… even more alluring.
But strangely, this person didn’t give off any “lust” at all.
And that made her even more attractive.
While Qu Weichen’s mind was foggy, using pain and No. 9’s “loudspeaker” sound effects to fight off the unbearable heat, a few more succubi hurried over.
They saw Qu Weichen at first glance, then her wounded thigh.
One succubus approached, and Qu Weichen instinctively gripped her dagger, but the succubus just reached down to touch the blood on the ground.
“Since the Demon King sent you, please allow me to take a little of your blood.”
“…As for Famina’s offense, we apologize.
Famina is willing to take responsibility.” The elder said this while using Qu Weichen’s blood to draw a formation.
Take responsibility? What did that mean? No way! Qu Weichen gritted her teeth and gulped down more water, the cold liquid sliding down her throat, but after the brief chill, the heat came back even stronger.
The succubus elders stepped forward, each cutting their palms and letting their blood drip into the formation.
Their blood mixed together, and they knelt devoutly on the ground, chanting obscure spells.
Qu Weichen listened for a bit—most of it was just praise for Chen Qingjue.
[Maybe try drinking some healing potion?] No. 9 was reporting to its superiors, watching as Qu Weichen stabbed her thigh a second time, regretting it hadn’t thought of the language issue sooner.
The magic circle glowed.
Qu Weichen never expected that Chen Qingjue really hadn’t left any aura or backup plan, but was just waiting for her people to summon her.
Her blood was probably just for positioning.
White boots stepped onto the glowing formation.
Chen Qingjue gathered her white robe and saw a group of familiar succubus elders.
She sniffed the air and immediately caught the strong scent of blood.
Turning her head, she saw Qu Weichen’s face flushed and strained with self-control.
“You gave her…?” Chen Qingjue didn’t finish the sentence.
She reached out and touched Qu Weichen’s cheek.
The moment her cool fingers made contact, Qu Weichen couldn’t help but lean in.
It was the first time Chen Qingjue had seen Qu Weichen like this.
Her light brown eyes darkened.
Chen Qingjue looked down at Qu Weichen, her fingers tracing from her cheek to her bitten lips.
She couldn’t help but laugh, then cut her own palm and fed her blood to Qu Weichen, making her swallow it.
“My lady?!” one of the succubus elders blurted out, but was quickly stopped by her companions.
Chen Qingjue ignored them, just watching as Qu Weichen swallowed the blood, her lips stained red.
The wound on her palm healed instantly.
Chen Qingjue tucked Qu Weichen’s messy hair behind her ear, revealing her pink ear.
Even a light touch was burning hot.
“My blood can cure any lust poison.
Good girl, it’s all right now.” Chen Qingjue smiled and withdrew her hand, but before she could turn away, Qu Weichen suddenly grabbed her robe and held on tight.
“Palace master…” Qu Weichen was extremely weak now.
After drinking Chen Qingjue’s blood, the heat in her body eased, but she couldn’t fight off the drowsiness.
In the succubus stronghold, she didn’t dare fall asleep.
“Palace master.”
Chen Qingjue looked at the hand gripping her robe, stained with blood and turning her white robe red.
She looked at Qu Weichen and remembered how scared and resistant she’d been when teased before.
Who would have thought she’d now… see her as the safest person? Chen Qingjue took off her robe, pulled out a healing potion from her spatial ring, made Qu Weichen drink it, then wrapped her up in the robe and picked her up.
“Let’s go back to camp.”
All the succubus elders kept their eyes down, not daring to look at Chen Qingjue’s face, just quietly answering “yes” and respectfully leading the way.
The succubus girl looked shocked, but also strangely disappointed and regretful, though she didn’t know why.
Still, she respectfully followed behind the elders, not daring to look at the Demon King.
“No. 9, No. 9.” Qu Weichen called out to No. 9 in her mind.
“Watch over me.
If I… try to wake me up.” Qu Weichen really couldn’t hold on any longer.
Her eyelids were so heavy she could barely keep them open, but she just couldn’t relax.
She knew she wasn’t anything special, but she just—just didn’t want to give in!
[Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on you every second!] No. 9 was gritting its teeth too, cursing the succubi with every insult it knew, but mostly blaming itself for being useless.
Its little host was so good, but it just didn’t have more or better functions to help her.
As soon as Qu Weichen relaxed, she fell into a deep sleep.
