Chapter 8 Who is he?

"You're finally here." The man laughed, his expression filled with emotion. "After 500 years, someone has finally come to see me. The stuff made by those old men were so evil that no one actually dared to take it, but here you are." His eyes overflowed with light as his gaze locked onto Hua Qiyue's body. She did her best to remain calm but couldn’t shake the feeling that he was plotting something. Everything was so strange, and she was unable to explain what was going on. "What is this place? And you... who are you? Why am I here?" she asked in a low voice. The man laughed seductively. His footsteps were light, but in the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of Hua Qiyue. His jet-black eyes were shining with strange red light, Hua Qiyue felt her hand being held, and a strange fragrant smell was making her dizzy. The man's husky voice was like a rock thrown into the cold lake of Hua Qiyue's heart. "Your Qi meridians have been broken; what a shame… fortunately, I have a Breath-grow Pill with me. Take it! " Hua Qiyue was shocked to find that she didn't have any power to resist - his words were like an order. Her mouth opened involuntarily, a hand moved to her lips with lightning speed, and a bitter pill slipped into her throat. Before long, she felt a refreshing feeling in her throat, just like a heavy rain after a long drought. The cool feeling flooded her entire body as her Qi was released, like gas escaping from a stoppered bottle. Hua Qiyue raised her eyes and stared at this demonic man in front of her. The man laughed without restraint, his piquant eyes shining. "Now… call me master!" Hua Qiyue felt an unseen force press her into a kneeling position in front of the man. She tried to fight back, but her body would not cooperate. Hua Qiyue glared at the man in front of her. He was smiling mischievously. "Be good and call me master. I can help you become the world's strongest Qi Artist!" Qi Artist! Hua Qiyue's eyes lit up. Becoming a Qi Artist was a lifelong dream for countless people. "Why should I believe you? Do you have some other purpose?" Hua Qiyue asked, the distrust clear in her eyes. The pretty and demonic man stopped smiling. "You don't believe me? Then you will die!" A murderous aura emanated from him, covering Hua Qiyue in a biting cold! She felt his Qi flow wrap around her and begin to squeeze. It was like sharp swords, some of them piercing her skin and making her bleed. The footsteps of death were so close. Her entire body was frozen, and it felt as if her heart had stopped beating. She suddenly thought of her six-year-old son, Tianci, his beautiful eyes filled with innocence. If she died, Tianci would be tortured by Princess Huizhen! "No!" Hua Qiyue let out a scream, and the pressure of death suddenly stopped as the Qi flow in front of her disappeared. The demonic man smiled at her. Hua Qiyue immediately knelt down, "Master, please accept my kowtow!" "Good! Good!" The coquettish man helped Hua Qiyue stand up with an arrogant expression in his eyes. As she watched, his bloody pupils slowly turned black. The world was in silence. The demonic man laughed, "I am Tian Pi, and I will be your master from now on. The jade gourd is a spatial relic, and this is the world it. Right now, it’s desolate, but it was once a piece of fertile land. Any spiritual herb or immortal fungi you plant here will be ready for harvest within a day.” Hua Qiyue was amazed. If this land was truly as fertile as Tian Pi said, she could grow rare treasure plants here and become incredibly rich in less than a month. "This space is yours – you can grow whatever you want. As my disciple, you will have the best treasures in the world!" Tian Pi gave a sinister laugh. Hua Qiyue didn’t ask why he had accepted her as his disciple, nor why he had given her the gift of the Breath-grow pill or the magical field. Everything had its purpose, and agreeing to be Tian Pi’s disciple would allow her to see Tianci again! "I will also pass on the Qi Art to you. Now that your Qi meridians have been reopened, I will pass on the Capture Soul Technique to you in the future." Tian Pi laughed. So coquettish, so charming. Hua Qiyue thought that if he wasn’t wearing men's clothing, she would have taken him for a demoness. His lips were blood-red, his black eyes alluring. Who was this man?