Category: Most Eligible Widow-Bachelor in the Six Realms (Page 7 of 8)

 Chapter 17

 

Si Lan inexplicably felt that the little white dragon was angry. He explained softly, “This matter is a long story, but Xie Li is not really my son.”

 

the little white dragon’s lips twitched, and his two dragon whiskers moved up and down, as if he wasn’t sure whether to believe it.

 

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Xuyi suddenly lowered his voice and reprimanded the fellow disciples, “If the Supreme Master is watching from the heavens and sees you slandering Master Si Lan like this, he might be angered again.”

 

Several junior disciples and sisters had never seen Xuyi so angry, and they fell silent, following Xuyi.

 

Si Lan nodded, and Xuyi’s current demeanor was impressive. Si Lan thought that if Xuyi took charge of the Xuanling Sect, Luyu would be able to relax. Si Lan was about to use magic to sneak away when a female disciple suddenly screamed, “Ah… there’s a big spider…”

 

“Where is it? Where is it?”

 

“On… on me… Ah…”

 

The female disciple patted her body while hiding behind a large rock, and her eyes unexpectedly met Si Lan’s hidden in the shadows.

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

“…” Female disciple.

 

“Ah… help…” The female disciple screamed even louder this time, as if she had seen a ghost, and she jumped and leaped out in fear.

 

Si Lan never expected that he would be more terrifying than a big spider.

 

The other junior disciples, thinking that there might be a monster hiding in the big rock, quickly drew their swords and surrounded the rock.

 

“What kind of monster is it?”

 

Si Lan had no choice but to step out of the shadows and say, “It’s me.”

 

“Master Si Lan…” Xuyi quickly sheathed his sword and signaled the other disciples to do the same. “What are you doing here?”

 

After he spoke, Xuyi saw that Si Lan was currently holding a fish in each hand, and the two fish were still alive and jumping.

 

“…” Xuyi.

 

Si Lan also didn’t know whether to throw the fish or hide them, feeling that the night air was filled with an awkward atmosphere, making him want to escape.

 

He cleared his throat and explained, “I was planning to roast these two fish to satisfy my hunger.”

 

Xuyi, thinking about what the junior disciples and sisters had just said, seemed embarrassed. He blushed and seemed to want to explain something but didn’t know how to begin.

 

Si Lan, seeing Xuyi’s expression, could only say, “I’ll go back to roast the fish. You can continue.”

 

“Master Si Lan…”

 

Si Lan pretended not to hear Xuyi’s voice and walked away.

 

Xuyi watched Si Lan leave, regretfully tapping his forehead. How did Master Si Lan always manage to overhear the junior disciples’ gossip?

 

Thinking about this, Xuyi looked at the junior disciples and sisters behind him and said, “If you gossip again in the future, you’ll be punished according to the sect’s rules!”

 

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Si Lan found a quiet spot, made a fire, and started roasting the small crucian carp. Soon, the fragrance began to waft from the fish.

 

Estimating that it was cooked, Si Lan picked a piece of fish and placed it on a leaf, handing it to the little white dragon in his arms.

 

The little white dragon looked at the fish with a cold expression.

 

Previously, it had returned to the Heavenly Court, searched for information about Jiu Ying, and hurried back to share the news with Si Lan. However, it had overheard the disciples gossiping about Si Lan’s child.

 

Was that little green-robed troublemaker truly Si Lan’s son? Or had Si Lan given birth himself?

 

Thinking of this, the little white dragon’s gaze fixed firmly on Si Lan’s abdomen.

 

It hadn’t imagined that Si Lan possessed such a talent.

 

Si Lan, seeing that it wasn’t eating, said, “Little one, you’re not still upset about Xie Li not being my son, are you?”

 

The little white dragon instantly bristled, irritated and embarrassed after having its feelings exposed. It raised its scales all over its body, feeling like thorns poking into Si Lan’s heart.

 

Si Lan winced and hastily pulled the little creature out of his arms. “Why are you so moody…”

 

Could it be because it was too young?

 

Unable to speak or express itself, so it resorted to tantrums?

 

Si Lan placed the little white dragon on the ground and said, “Xie Li is not my son, but his connection with me runs deep.”

 

Si Lan himself had not fully understood this matter. According to his mother, when he was born, she found a red bead inside his eggshell while cleaning. She drilled a hole through it and threaded it as a talisman on his wrist.

 

As he grew, that bead quietly transformed into the appearance of a piece of jade.

 

He then tied the jade around his waist as a pendant.

 

One day, while he was in seclusion practicing, he suddenly heard crying coming from his waist. He opened his eyes and found a naked chubby baby, lying on his waist, crying loudly.

 

And the piece of jade on his waist had disappeared.

 

To be honest, he had speculated that the red jade might be a gallstone he brought out from the womb, but he never thought that the “gallstone” would turn out to be a chubby baby.

 

Si Lan recounted this strange story to the little white dragon one by one. After finishing his words, he still felt it was absurd. “After Little Xie Li was born, I used his spiritual sense to check the bloodline of his parents and found the traces of three individuals.”

 

So, regardless of whether it was two fathers and one mother or two mothers and one father, it seemed like a complicated family drama.

 

He felt like he had stumbled upon some unspeakable secret, so he cautiously kept it to himself, not providing a detailed explanation of Xie Li’s origins to outsiders. He only said that Xie Li was a jade pendant spirit he found at the foot of Zhuyun Peak. However, he hadn’t expected rumors to circulate outside, suggesting that Xie Li was his son.

 

In his mind, he couldn’t help but complain that the situation was even more bizarre than a virgin giving birth. Perhaps the only thing stranger than virgin birth was male virgin birth.

 

Although he had lived in the demon realm for over a thousand years, he had never heard of anyone possessing such an ability.

 

After hearing Si Lan’s complaints, the little white dragon half-closed its eyes, its expression unreadable.

 

“Um, it’s really delicious,” Si Lan’s thoughts were quickly drawn back to the roasted fish. He gnawed on the fragrant fish bones, nearly moved to tears.

 

For the past thousand years, to conceal his identity, he had only consumed divine nectar and jade nectar and had not eaten ordinary human food. Now, even without any seasoning, the roasted fish tasted incredibly delicious to him.

 

After filling his stomach, he wiped his mouth contentedly and picked up the little white dragon to head back.

 

In the quiet forest, moonlight poured through the dense branches and leaves like a delicate veil. The interlocking gaps between the branches and leaves seemed like pairs of eyes watching everything that happened in the forest.

 

Si Lan saw that Quze had not yet fallen asleep and was walking alone into the depths of the forest. His steps were exceptionally light, almost ghostly.

 

Si Lan didn’t think too much about it and continued walking. However, the little white dragon tugged at his clothes, suggesting that he should follow Quze.

 

Si Lan noticed the little white dragon’s intent and patted its head, “Little one, my disciple needs to relieve himself. Let’s not intrude.”

 

“…” Little white dragon.

 

Why was there such an “innocent” Demon Lord in this world?

 

When he unified the Five Realms, why did he spare the Demon Realm?

 

Which spy had told him that Demon Lord Si Lan was of immeasurable cultivation and unparalleled wisdom?

 

Next time he returned to the Heavenly Court, the little white dragon decided to expose that spy.

 

Quze walked into the depths of the forest, made sure there was no one around, and set up a barrier to prevent outsiders from seeing what was happening inside the barrier.

 

The huge snake head slowly emerged, its brown eyes half-squinted, emanating a fierce look.

 

“Next, find a way to lure him into the Extreme Sound Eight Trigrams Array,” the snake head said.

 

“Understood,” Quze responded without expression, meeting the snake head’s gaze confidently.

 

“When necessary, use Xie Li to threaten him,” the snake head continued.

 

“Very well.”

 

“Does he suspect you?”

 

“No, he trusts me completely.”

 

“Do you feel no guilt about betraying him?”

 

“What do you mean by ‘betrayal’?” Quze suddenly sneered, and he slowly extended his mechanical right hand. His five fingers stretched and clenched in mid-air, making a difficult fist motion. “This hand was given to me by him. Everything I do now is simply seeking revenge.”

 

The snake head chuckled hoarsely, “As long as you help me with the final task, I will help you reshape your arm.”

 

Quze’s eyes flickered slightly, as he seemed tempted by this offer. “You’ve already reshaped my spine, so why do you need the Immortal Box?”

 

The snake head didn’t move but shifted its gaze toward Quze. “It’s an insignificant matter.”

 

Was it really insignificant?

 

Perhaps not.

 

Opening the Golden Orb Immortal Box might be more important to him than reshaping his physical body.

 

The snake head changed the subject, “What’s the origin of the little white snake in his arms?” The snake head couldn’t sense the aura of that little white snake, either because it had low cultivation or its power surpassed even the snake head.

 

Quze answered concisely, “I’m not quite sure.”

 

The snake head didn’t inquire further, thinking that in this world, apart from the two deities in heaven, whose aura was immeasurable, everyone else was of no concern.

 

The snake head gradually disappeared into thin air.

 

Quze withdrew the barrier and stood motionless in the moonlight.

 

When he returned, he saw Si Lan leaning against a tree trunk, eyes closed and resting.

 

Most likely, it was his footsteps that had awakened Si Lan. Si Lan opened his eyes, looked at Quze, and softly said, “Rest a while.”

 

Quze didn’t say anything, settled down next to Si Lan, and began meditating with crossed legs.

 

After a while, Quze spoke in a low voice, “Supreme Lord, have you ever considered reshaping my arm?”

 

He thought Si Lan was asleep, but Si Lan responded with a drowsy tone, “I have considered it, but I can’t do it.”

 

Was it that he couldn’t do it, or he didn’t want to do it?

 

Clearly, for Si Lan, reshaping an arm was a trivial task, yet he said he couldn’t do it.

 

Quze chuckled self-deprecatingly.

 

He didn’t understand why the Demon Lord, who had always claimed to govern the Demon Realm with “benevolence,” had been so cruel to him, severing his right arm.

 

This Demon Lord, who had always advocated ruling the Demon Realm with “benevolence,” was inexplicably cruel only to him.

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Chapter 16

 

Generally feeling safe, the two-headed Enchanting Serpent led a group of smaller Enchanting Serpents and stopped not far from Si Lan and the others. It vomited a mouthful of blood and lay gasping for breath on the ground. The other smaller serpents gathered around it, hissing and chattering.

 

Xuyi drew his longsword, roaring as he lunged towards the two-headed Enchanting Serpent in the middle, “Serpent demon, pay for my master and mistress’s lives!” Until this moment, he believed that his master and mistress had perished, and that the main culprits responsible for the state of Xuanling Mountain were the Enchanting Serpent clan.

 

Si Lan grabbed Xuyi’s elbow, “Xuyi, they are innocent too.”

 

“How can they be innocent? I’ve seen them attack Xuanling Mountain repeatedly with my own eyes!”

 

Si Lan had no choice but to explain truthfully, “Xuyi, in reality, your master and mistress passed away more than a month ago. The person you see now is just a puppet controlled by someone else. The mastermind is holding the Serpent Mother captive deep within Xuanling Mountain, which forced the Enchanting Serpent clan to attack Xuanling Mountain repeatedly.”

 

Xuyi found it difficult to accept these words, his eyes widened, and his lips moved but no sound came out.

 

Other disciples of Xuanling Mountain gathered around upon hearing this, unable to accept the revelation.

 

“Is this true? Master truly passed away a month ago?”

 

“So, the master who spoke to me over this past month… was a puppet?”

 

Si Lan’s gaze was heavy, and he nodded.

 

Xuyi, struggling to contain his grief, asked in a measured tone, “Elder Sī, you’re not lying to me, are you?” He still didn’t want to believe Si Lan’s words, but his instincts told him that Si Lan wasn’t lying.

 

“No.”

 

After hearing this “No,” Xuyi couldn’t hold back his tears any longer. He angrily dropped his longsword and began punching a nearby tree in a fit of rage.

 

A month ago, Xuyi remembered that his master returned from the Yao Valley not long before announcing he was going into seclusion for cultivation. He had only cultivated for a few days before inexplicably leaving again.

 

When he returned, his behavior was unusual. However, his master had always been aloof, and Xuanling Mountain’s disciples rarely saw him, so they didn’t think much of it at the time.

 

If he had been more observant back then, perhaps he would have noticed something was wrong with his master and prevented his body from being controlled by that creature for over a month.

 

The more Xuyi thought about it, the more he regretted it. His knuckles were bleeding, but he couldn’t feel the pain as he continued to punch the tree.

 

Seeing this, his fellow disciples quickly intervened, trying to calm him down.

 

Si Lan also tried to soothe his emotions, “Xuyi, I believe that Lóu Yù in the realm of spirits wouldn’t want you all to grieve excessively. For now, you need to heal your injuries, recover your strength, and rebuild Xuanling Mountain with your fellow disciples.”

 

Perhaps the mention of rebuilding Xuanling Mountain brought Xuyi back to his senses. He panted and asked, “Elder Sī, do you know who killed my master?”

 

Si Lan shook his head, “I have no clue, but that person seems to have some connection with the Enchanting Serpent clan.” Téng Yīng Huā was that person’s backbone, cultivated with the blood of the Enchanting Serpent. The mastermind behind all this was either a member of the Enchanting Serpent clan or had blood ties with them.

 

“Cough…,” the two-headed Enchanting Serpent suddenly coughed and continued, “Within the Enchanting Serpent clan, there is a rumor, though I can’t confirm its authenticity. The ancestors of the Enchanting Serpent clan were the Nine-Headed Snake Deities from ancient times. It’s said that when Heaven’s judgment fell upon the Nine-Headed Snake clan, the members of the clan, in an attempt to appease Heaven, captured the Nine-Headed Snake that had brought calamity upon them. They skinned and dismembered it, cutting off its nine heads and sealed it using secret techniques, thus ending Heaven’s wrath.”

 

The Nine-Headed Snake clan was one of the Four Great Ancient Demonic Clans, and the large serpents within the clan had nine heads. The Nine-Headed Snake that caused trouble was the most notorious one, known as the Nine Infants.

 

It killed Biān Ràng, one of the Three Sons of Heaven, which provoked Heaven’s judgment and nearly led to the extinction of the Nine-Headed Snake clan.

 

Although Heaven’s judgment was later revoked, since then, the young serpents born in the clan had fewer heads, and their magical abilities became weaker. As of now, there hasn’t been a Nine-Headed Snake for tens of thousands of years.

 

“Do you suspect that the person behind all this is the ancient Nine-Headed Snake?” Si Lan asked.

 

The two-headed Enchanting Serpent nodded, “Because only the Nine Infants would hate us so much… to the extent of using the blood of our clan to resurrect itself.”

 

After speaking, the two-headed Enchanting Serpent coughed up more blood and collapsed on the ground.

 

Si Lan finally noticed that one of the two heads of the Two-Headed Enchanting Serpent had been severed, and the wound on its neck was still bleeding profusely, with the lower half of its body covered in blood. It had lost a significant amount of blood and was on the brink of collapse.

 

The group of smaller Enchanting Serpents anxiously surrounded it, trying to save it, but they were helpless.

 

Si Lan knelt down, and as the Two-Headed Enchanting Serpent saw him approach, it instinctively recoiled slightly but relaxed when it realized that Si Lan was there to help.

 

Si Lan used his magic to tend to the Two-Headed Enchanting Serpent’s neck, quickly stopping the bleeding and aiding in the healing of the wound where one of the heads had been severed. Although the injury wasn’t completely healed, it was enough to keep the Two-Headed Enchanting Serpent alive for the time being.

 

The Two-Headed Serpent felt guilty and said in a hoarse voice, “I should have listened to you.”

 

“Listened to which part?” Si Lan had said so much earlier, and the Two-Headed Serpent didn’t seem to pay much attention.

 

The Two-Headed Serpent looked embarrassed and lowered its head.

 

“Si Lan asked, “Has the Serpent Mother been found since Xuanling Mountain was split in half?”

 

“That mountain was split by Téng Yīng Huā, and the Serpent Mother… has not been found,” the Two-Headed Enchanting Serpent replied, feeling even more embarrassed.

 

“Is the Serpent Mother’s aura still present?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Si Lan remembered that Song Guang had mentioned capturing the Serpent Mother to unlock the Golden Jade Immortal Box. Therefore, finding the location of the Golden Jade Immortal Box would also lead to the Serpent Mother.

 

However, Si Lan had never heard Lóu Yù mention such a treasure in Xuanling Mountain, and he couldn’t understand why Jiǔ Yīng wanted to unlock the Golden Jade Immortal Box.

 

“Do the Enchanting Serpent clan have any detailed records about Jiǔ Yīng?” Si Lan inquired.

 

The Two-Headed Enchanting Serpent shook its head, “Perhaps Jiǔ Yīng’s sins were so great that there are no detailed records about him within the clan. We have only heard about Jiǔ Yīng through oral tradition passed down from generation to generation. Over the past tens of thousands of years, these oral traditions have turned into rumors, and it’s unclear which parts are true and which are false.”

 

Si Lan frowned and asked, “Do you know what the Golden Jade Immortal Box is?”

 

“I don’t know. The Serpent Mother only mentioned that the person wants to unlock the Golden Jade Immortal Box, and even the Serpent Mother herself may not know what’s inside the box.” After a pause, the Two-Headed Enchanting Serpent glanced at the Xuanling Mountain disciples, “But the people of Xuanling Mountain should be aware of this.”

 

Upon hearing this, Xuyi clenched his teeth and stared at the Two-Headed Enchanting Serpent with a fierce expression. “Don’t spread rumors here. How could we possibly know what the Golden Jade Immortal Box is? Moreover, the successive leaders of Xuanling Mountain have never coveted rare treasures and wouldn’t keep such things hidden!”

 

The surrounding Enchanting Serpent disciples, in response to Xuyi’s harsh tone, extended their serpentine tongues, hissing and making threatening gestures.

 

Xuanling Mountain disciples drew their swords, ready to confront the Enchanting Serpents.

 

Observing this situation, Si Lan couldn’t help but touch his forehead. “Enough for today. Let’s take a rest.”

 

If they continued, both sides would suffer casualties. Si Lan had expended a significant amount of his internal energy and knew that a tough battle was ahead.

 

Si Lan sat under a tree and began to meditate, with his two young disciples sitting obediently beside him, following his example.

 

The disciples of Xuanling Mountain and the Enchanting Serpent clan, realizing that Si Lan had spoken, decided to disengage and rest. Both sides had casualties, and a fight wouldn’t benefit anyone.

 

Late into the night, Si Lan suddenly felt hungry. He opened his eyes and saw that everyone was asleep. Si Lan rubbed his belly and quietly left, planning to find some wild fruits to satiate his hunger in the forest.

 

“Little White Dragon, are you hungry?”

 

Si Lan noticed that the usually talkative Little White Dragon in his pocket was unusually quiet today. He couldn’t resist taking the dragon out of his pocket.

 

Under the moonlight, Little White Dragon’s silver scales glistened. Its pink horns were particularly adorable, and it was sleeping soundly with its eyes closed.

 

Si Lan smiled and put Little White Dragon back into his pocket.

 

This little creature was quite composed, considering all it had been through today. Truly the child of a real dragon.

 

Si Lan searched in the forest for a while but couldn’t find any edible wild fruits. However, there was a small stream nearby. He crouched by the stream, cupped his hands to collect some clear water, and splashed it on his face.

 

The continuous pressure of the past few days had left him mentally and physically exhausted. His face seemed a bit haggard.

 

Staring at his reflection in the stream, he let out a sigh.

 

The moonlight illuminated the pebbles on the streambed, making them visible, and even the fish resting on the riverbed could be seen.

 

It had been centuries since he last had grilled fish. Now in the mortal realm, without anyone from the demon world watching him, he thought it should be safe to catch a fish.

 

Thinking about this, he used his magic to catch two fish. He was about to start a small fire when he heard voices up ahead.

 

“Senior Brother, do you really believe what that demon said?”

 

“He was a good friend of our master. He wouldn’t deceive us.”

 

“But he’s ultimately a person from the demon world. We can’t be sure he won’t harm Xuanling Mountain.”

 

“Young Junior Sister, I understand your concerns, but what does Xuanling Mountain have that would make Si Lan think about it?”

 

“Well, you didn’t see how he was healing that demon earlier, right? They looked like they’ve known each other for a long time. And it was from him that we first heard about our master’s death. What if he’s deceiving us? That would be terrifying.”

 

Xuyi stayed silent, not saying a word.

 

“Yes, Senior Brother, you can’t lose your judgment just because that demon looks good.”

 

Xuyi blushed slightly and said, “I’m not saying this because of his appearance. I just feel that people have deep biases against the demon world and have spread many malicious rumors about him.”

 

“All those things about him are not just rumors; they are real events that happened

 

 in the past. Have you seen the little demon in the green robe by his side? They say that’s his son.”

 

“Is it true?”

 

“Yes, it’s true, but there are two different claims about the mother of that little rascal. One is that the mother is a red blood jade spirit, and the other is that the little rascal was born from the big demon himself.”

 

“…,” Si Lan almost choked.

 

In his arms, the little white dragon moved, opening his robe and revealing a pair of cold, golden eyes, glaring at Si Lan.

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 Chapter 15

 

The group of cultivators and Xuanling Sect disciples who woke up from the illusion were initially shocked by the scene before them, instantly thrown into confusion.

 

“This… how can there be so much blood here?”

 

“The ground beneath our feet is collapsing!”

 

The ground trembled, cracking open in several places, and everyone fell into it unprepared. At the same time, rocks tumbled down from the mountain, and numerous strange lights resembling arrows rushed toward the cultivators.

 

Subconsciously, Si Lan extended his wings and blocked the rocks and lights, silently reciting an incantation to rescue the fallen people from the cracks.

 

After everyone reached the shore, the more powerful spellcasters immediately flew away on their swords, while those with weaker skills couldn’t even stabilize their footing.

 

Si Lan had to use a teleportation spell to move all the less skilled spellcasters to the foot of the mountain.

 

“Quze, take Xie Li and wait for me at the foot of the mountain!” Si Lan retracted his wings. The incident had caught him off guard, and he had momentarily forgotten to conceal his identity, revealing his pitch-black feathered wings. He hoped no one had noticed his true form.

 

Quze’s expression remained unclear, “Understood.”

 

After ensuring the safety of the cultivators, Si Lan cast a spell and flew to Songqing Pavilion. He pushed open the door and saw the bride, adorned with a phoenix crown and dr4p3d in rosy attire, sitting calmly at the dressing table, seemingly oblivious to everything happening outside.

 

Si Lan approached the bride’s side, grabbed her wrist, and urgently said, “Miss Yunlan, forgive me for the intrusion, but Xuanling Mountain is in trouble. Please, follow me and leave.”

 

However, Yunlan pushed his hand away and calmly replied, “No, I will wait for Senior Brother.”

 

“Miss Yunlan, he is already dead,” Si Lan hesitated for a moment but decided to reveal the truth.

 

Yet, Yunlan’s expression remained unchanged. “I know he’s already dead.”

 

Si Lan was puzzled by her reaction.

 

At that moment, the ground beneath them suddenly shook, causing everything on the dressing table to scatter. Si Lan didn’t have time to worry about that. He grabbed Yunlan’s arm again. “Please, come with me for now.”

 

“Sorry,” Yunlan suddenly said with no apparent context, pushing Si Lan’s hand away. “Bringing you here was my only choice. However, I have only one wish in my life, and that is to marry Senior Brother.”

 

So even though she knew Lou Yu was a living corpse, she didn’t care.

 

Yunlan smiled absentmindedly.

 

Si Lan suddenly realized something, unable to comprehend it. “You were aware of the plan to capture the Snake Mother and lure the Enchanting Serpent for the Tengying Flower’s sacrifice?”

 

“That was my doing,” Yunlan said as she noticed the incense had gone out. She ignited it with a flick of her fingertip. In the wafting blue smoke, her face appeared pale, her lips a vibrant and bewitching crimson. “I promised to help that person capture the Snake Mother and lure the Enchanting Serpent, and in return, he promised to help me fulfill my dream of marrying Senior Brother.”

 

“I don’t know who he is; I only know that he can make my wish come true.” Yunlan turned to look at herself in the bronze mirror, whispering, “I genuinely love Senior Brother. I’ve loved him for over two hundred years. I don’t crave immortality or eternal youth; I only wish to marry Senior Brother, even if it’s just for one day as his bride. So, Lord Si Lan, please grant my wish.”

 

As she spoke, Yunlan gazed at Si Lan through the bronze mirror, her eyes filled with sorrow and tears, each drop of blood staining her fair and jade-like face, creating a haunting and heart-wrenching sight.

 

Si Lan was stunned, unable to find the words to respond, memories of what Lou Yu had said about Yunlan flashing through his mind.

 

“My junior sisters and I have been practicing together since childhood, and our relationship is quite good.”

 

“My junior sister is gentle and intelligent, but unfortunately, I have embraced the path of ruthlessness, detached from worldly affairs.”

 

“In this lifetime, I will ultimately let down my junior sister.”

 

Si Lan hadn’t expected Yunlan’s obsession to run so deep. While he had married three wives, his emotional attachments were almost non-existent.

 

When they passed away, he felt sadness, but it was nothing like this. He couldn’t comprehend how deep one’s emotions had to be to become so obsessed, to the point of disregarding even one’s life.

 

“Lou Yu probably wouldn’t agree to what you’re doing.”

 

“In his entire life, everything depends on me, except for his feelings. Let him rely on me one last time.”

 

Si Lan sighed, “Miss Yunlan, it would be better if Lou Yu’s body is laid to rest as soon as possible.”

 

“After today, I will let Senior Brother rest.”

 

After her words, Yunlan smiled absentmindedly and put on a red veil. The earth shook, but she seemed unaffected as she walked towards the door with an ethereal step.

 

Si Lan turned to follow her gaze and saw that the fake Lou Yu had appeared at the door.

 

The fake Lou Yu walked slowly towards Yunlan, smiled at her, and had warm features, but his complexion gradually turned pale, revealing scars. The bloodstains on his neck slowly became visible.

 

The black aura controlling him departed.

 

In the next moment, he fell into Yunlan’s arms. She held the already cold body, and tears of blood flowed down her cheeks through the red veil, dropping onto his face.

 

“I want to be buried with Senior Brother at Xuanling Mountain…”

 

Born at Xuanling Mountain, raised at Xuanling Mountain, being buried together at Xuanling Mountain was her greatest extravagance.

 

Si Lan had initially intended to forcibly take Yunlan away, but at this moment, he changed his mind.

 

Perhaps, for Yunlan, being Senior Brother’s bride for a day and being buried together with him was her final plea.

 

Taking away that last hope would likely make her unable to go on.

 

Xuyi and a group of disciples arrived, witnessing the scene of Lou Yu lying in Yunlan’s arms. Their faces changed.

 

“What happened to our Master?”

 

Xuyi was about to rush into the room, but Si Lan quickly stopped him. “Xuanling Mountain is collapsing. You need to lead others to safety.” The disciples had already suffered severe injuries from the illusion and couldn’t stay any longer, or they might perish.

 

“Is Master… is he alright?” Xuyi’s voice trembled slightly. When he woke up from the illusion, he saw Xuanling Mountain collapsing and his Master unconscious. His heart couldn’t bear the weight of these events.

 

Si Lan didn’t answer his question but said, “Xuyi, you need to shoulder the responsibility now. Lead your junior brothers and sisters to safety.”

 

“Are Master and Mistress not leaving?” After asking this question, Xuyi suddenly understood what was happening and tears welled up in his eyes.

 

He knelt down and led a group of disciples to kowtow three times in the direction of Lou Yu and Yunlan.

 

“Master and Mistress, your disciples will surely seek vengeance for you and revitalize Xuanling Sect.”

 

In the distance, the Enchanting Serpent Clan was still fighting the Tengying Flower, and faint cries of pain could be heard. At this moment, dark clouds covered the sky, thunder rolled, and Xuanling Mountain looked like a boat in a turbulent sea, swaying dangerously.

 

Si Lan created a massive barrier, protecting the injured disciples, and used magic to fly them away from Xuanling Mountain. They had barely left when the mountain split in two with a deafening crash.

 

Bang…

 

The left side of the mountain suddenly exploded, sending countless fragments flying. Faint cries of the Enchanting Serpent’s pain could be heard.

 

Si Lan turned to look but couldn’t bear to watch anymore. He turned away with a heavy heart.

 

Fortunately, there was a forest at the foot of Xuanling Mountain. Si Lan and Xuyi settled the injured disciples there.

 

Quze and Xie Li were already waiting there.

 

Upon seeing Si Lan, Quze and Xie Li rushed forward.

 

“My Lord, are you alright?”

 

Si Lan shook his head.

 

Several other cultivators also approached. They didn’t know Si Lan’s true identity, but from what had just happened, they could tell he was no ordinary person.

 

“What’s going on with Xuanling Sect? Where is Master Lou Yu?”

 

Si Lan chose his words carefully. “Xuanling Sect will handle today’s events properly. Please focus on recovering from your injuries.”

 

His response was vague, leaving them feeling uncertain.

 

Frustrated with Xuanling Sect, the disciples from Tianji Sect expressed their displeasure.

 

“We came to attend a wedding, and we almost lost our lives. What kind of place is Xuanling Sect?”

 

“I guess they’ve accumulated too much bad karma, and those demons specifically chose a ‘good day’ to seek revenge.”

 

“Even now, Master Lou Yu hasn’t given us an explanation. It seems like they don’t need our help, so I suggest we leave and not disrupt Master Lou Yu’s demon-slaying efforts.”

 

Upon hearing the sarcastic words from the Tianji Sect disciples, Xuyi couldn’t help but clench his fists, wanting to confront them. Si Lan, however, reached out and stopped him, shaking his head.

 

Xuyi sighed with frustration, turning away to hide his crimson eyes. He couldn’t accept everything that was happening and wondered if this was all just a nightmare, a false illusion woven by the Enchanting Serpent.

 

Why else would Xuanling Mountain be collapsing?

 

And how could his noble Master suddenly depart from this world?

 

All these events were causing great distress to Xuyi and the other Xuanling Sect disciples, who sat despondently on the ground.

 

“Where’s Senior Brother Song Guang?”

 

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen Senior Brother Song Guang all day.”

 

“Let’s forget about it. We’ll go back to Tianji Sect and wait for Senior Brother Song Guang.”

 

Under the influence of Tianji Sect’s disciples, other cultivators also revealed their dissatisfaction with Xuanling Sect and departed.

 

Xuyi couldn’t help but sneer, “Weren’t they showing a different attitude just a while ago?”

Earlier at the banquet, they all spoke eloquently about the Immortal Jade Wine, using honeyed words to captivate their audience. But now that trouble had arisen, they not only refused to help but also taunted and ridiculed.

 

Having lived in the realm of magic for over a thousand years, Si Lan was no stranger to such situations. As the foremost sect in the cultivation world, Xuanling Sect had enjoyed admiration in the open, but they had undoubtedly faced slander in the shadows.

 

That’s why Si Lan hadn’t immediately informed them of Lou Yu’s passing, fearing they might use the situation of Lou Yu’s body being manipulated to discredit Xuanling Sect.

 

“Xuyi, how are the injuries of our disciples?”

 

“They are not in mortal danger, but… Master and Mistress…”

 

Xuyi raised his head, gazing into the distance. Xuanling Mountain now only had half of its body left, and the red banners fluttering in the rolling dark smoke were struggling in despair, emitting mournful cries.

 

The once heavenly realm had now become a hell on earth.

 

Xuyi couldn’t help but wipe away a tear.

 

Si Lan stood with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed, his expression grave.

 

Tengying Flower was created by the mastermind to rebuild their spine, but besides the spine, they needed a physical body to fully reconstruct their true form.

 

So, whose body had that person set their sights on?

 

Si Lan lost in thought. At that moment, he saw the double-headed Enchanting Serpent leading a group of little Enchanting Serpents as they fled towards them.

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Chapter 14

 

At the banquet, everyone was busy exchanging pleasantries, tasting the exquisite Immortal Wine, and completely ignoring the little incident on Si Lan’s side.

 

After the Immortal Wine feast, it was time for the Immortal Cranes to perform their dance.

 

In the realm of cultivation, the higher the cultivation level of the couple getting married, the more Immortal Cranes would participate in the dance.

 

As Lou Yu, the number one cultivator in the cultivation world, a total of eighty-one Immortal Cranes gathered on Xuanling Mountain.

 

In the sky, the Immortal Cranes gracefully glided through the white clouds, their white feathers simple and pure, their postures elegant and graceful. They danced freely, sometimes flapping their wings in a carefree manner, sometimes stretching their necks and singing high in the sky.

 

The gazes of the crowd involuntarily turned to the sky, enjoying the dance of the Immortal Cranes.

 

The disciples of the Xuanling Sect also joined in, performing sword dances and playing the flute in harmony with the cranes. Their robes fluttered, and the entire Xuanling Mountain was enveloped in the joyful and festive sounds, resembling a paradise on earth.

 

However, Si Lan alone had a solemn expression. Although his eyes were fixed on the Immortal Cranes, his thoughts were still dwelling on something he hadn’t fully contemplated yet.

 

“Wow, Master, what formation is that?” Xie Li suddenly reached out and pointed to the sky.

 

Si Lan’s thoughts were interrupted, and he listened to Xie Li’s soft voice. He couldn’t help but smile. “That’s the Immortal Crane Play Cymbals Formation.”

 

“Oh…” Xie Li pretended to understand and nodded.

 

Behind them, Quze noticed that their attention was completely focused on the Immortal Cranes, so he quietly left and went to the end of the courtyard.

 

He glanced around to make sure no one was following him before cautiously pushed the door open and entered.

 

The shadow of the window coffin cast on Quze’s face, making his slightly immature face appear somewhat sinister.

 

A huge snake head gradually emerged behind Quze. Its black scales gleamed with silver light, and its brown eyes seemed to almost bleed. Its voice seemed to come from a distant underground cave, silent and ominous, creating an invisible sense of pressure.

 

“He refused to drink that wine; perhaps he has discovered something. Mix a drug in it and serve it to him in person. It will ease his vigilance significantly.”

 

“Understood.”

 

Quze responded expressionlessly.

 

The snake head gave its orders and then disappeared into thin air.

 

Quze walked out of the room and saw Si Lan and Xie Li still enjoying the dance of the Immortal Cranes on the open terrace.

 

The midday sun was scorching, leaving everyone feeling parched. Quze requested a pot of tea and, after placing it nearby, poured a cup of tea for Si Lan.

 

“Your Excellency, it’s quite hot today. Have some cold tea.”

 

“Thank you.” Si Lan took the teacup, and as he was about to bring it to his lips, his eyes suddenly flickered. He looked at Quze and curved his lips, revealing a smile that was neither a smile nor a smirk. “The tea is quite good.”

 

Quze’s heart raced. Meeting Si Lan’s gaze, he thought Si Lan had discovered something. However, Si Lan downed the tea in one gulp. Quze cleared his throat. “I’m glad Your Excellency likes it.”

 

“You foolish Demon Lord.”

 

After finishing the tea, Si Lan suddenly heard a mocking voice in his spiritual consciousness. He couldn’t help but pause and asked, “What?”

 

“Hehe.”

 

Si Lan listened to the sound of “hehe” and confirmed that it wasn’t his imagination; someone was truly communicating with him through his spiritual consciousness.

 

“Who are you?” He responded through his spiritual consciousness, but the other person remained silent.

 

Si Lan furrowed his brows and asked Quze to prepare another cup of tea.

 

Seeing this, the small white dragon closed his eyes, giving up all resistance.

 

There was no hope left.

 

Why should he worry about the Demon Lord? He was only staying by his side to suck his blood.

 

If he died, well… at most, they would have some less fresh blood to drink.

 

Thinking of this, the little white dragon realized that he hadn’t had blood for most of the day.

 

Si Lan was defenseless against him; his collarbone and chest were exposed to him, and he could see the veins and even the blood vessels under Si Lan’s skin. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he always felt a faint fragrance emanating from Si Lan’s embrace, very pleasant.

 

At present, it wasn’t a good time to drink blood, but he could certainly enjoy the fragrance.

 

The little white dragon lowered his head to Si Lan’s collarbone, about to close his eyes and inhale the scent when he caught Xie Li sneakily glancing at him again, curiosity filling his big eyes.

 

The little white dragon suddenly turned around, let out a furious roar in his spiritual consciousness, scaring Xie Li, who shivered and quickly averted his gaze, standing up straight.

 

The little white dragon arrogantly turned his head, and his gaze fell on Si Lan’s other disciple, Quze. Quze was currently watching Si Lan’s nape, his expression neutral, and his emotions hidden.

 

The little white dragon suddenly felt some pity for Si Lan.

 

His two disciples, one was a fool, and the other was getting ideas.

 

Tsk tsk.

 

“What’s that?” Suddenly, an exclamation echoed.

 

The gazes of the crowd subconsciously followed the sound, only to see countless small snakes rapidly crawling up from the forest towards Xuanling Mountain. They came in a dense, unstoppable mass.

 

“Snakes… why are there so many snakes?”

 

They were sister snake clan!

 

Si Lan stood up abruptly, his eyebrows furrowing. He didn’t expect them to attack Xuanling Sect again. He had already warned that little sister snake to advise their people not to act recklessly. Why didn’t they listen?

 

“Quick, set up the barrier!”

 

However, before the cultivators could set up the barrier, a huge two-headed sister snake roared, raising its heads from the forest. Its massive, terrifying blood-red eyes almost darkened the sky as it stared fixedly at the people on Xuanling Mountain.

 

In the next instant, all the cultivators who met the gaze of those blood-red eyes fell into an illusion.

 

Si Lan had been affected before and quickly shouted, “Don’t look into the snake’s eyes!”

 

Quze and Xie Li immediately closed their eyes.

 

Unfortunately, most of the people were still ensnared in the illusion, and only a few remained clear-headed, albeit shocked by the scenes before them.

 

Si Lan immediately set up a barrier that enveloped the entire Xuanling Mountain, keeping the sister snakes out. However, the sister snakes, unable to break through, relentlessly slammed into the barrier as if they were willing to die.

 

The two-headed sister snake, which had used the illusion technique, retracted its blood-red eyes and turned its gaze toward Si Lan, testing the waters. It asked, “Are you Demon Lord Si Lan?”

 

“Yes,” Si Lan replied, his expression cold. “You’re no match for Xuanling Sect at all. Why attack recklessly?”

 

“The Snake Queen is running out of vitality. If we don’t act now, we’ll be beyond redemption.” Knowing this was a trap, they had no choice but to make their final stand.

 

“Where is the Snake Queen? I’ll help you save her.”

 

The two-headed sister snake fell silent, assessing Si Lan, as if pondering if he was worth trusting. Soon, it retrieved a pill from its pocket. “This pill can roughly indicate the direction of the Snake Queen.”

 

“Which direction?”

 

The Tóu Pill emitted a green glow, floating in mid-air. The two-headed sister snake was about to speak when a vine that had been lurking on Xuanling Mountain suddenly shot countless tendrils toward it.

 

It dodged hastily but was still pierced by one tendril.

 

At the foot of the mountain, the root-like tendrils of the vine seemed like tentacles, breaking through the barrier and quickly advancing toward the little sister snakes. The sister snakes were not as lucky as the two-headed one and were caught. Their insides were crushed.

 

Brown snake blood gushed like a waterfall, staining Xuanling Mountain, and a pungent snake odor filled the air.

 

Si Lan drew his Xuan Heart Whip and, in an instant, appeared above the vine. He struck the main stem of the vine.

 

The vine, as if it had a soul, sensed Si Lan’s intentions and quickly extended several tendrils toward him. However, the tendrils were cut off by the Xuan Heart Whip before they could get close to Si Lan. They fell to the ground, and the tendrils on the ground continued wriggling toward Si Lan.

 

Si Lan cast a spell, turning the tendrils into ashes.

 

At this moment, the barrier surrounding Xuanling Mountain was suddenly broken by a sword qi. Si Lan looked up and saw Purple-robed Immortal Monarch, who held a long sword and stared coldly at everything happening at the foot of the mountain.

 

As the barrier shattered, the small sister snakes went mad, rushing toward Xuanling Mountain. Si Lan tried to stop them, but they seemed out of control. They climbed up the mountain like a frenzy, attacking the vine.

 

The vine was dense with branches and leaves, wrapping around the sister snakes, leaving only crimson blood flowing out.

 

Saturated with fresh blood, the vine grew even more vigorous, extending its roots in a way that resembled human veins.

 

“What on earth is this?” Si Lan asked.

 

“It’s sister snake bones.”

 

That familiar voice suddenly echoed in Si Lan’s consciousness again.

 

Si Lan suddenly understood. This vine was not a plant or a demon, but a spinal column. The person behind all this had painstakingly used the blood of the sister snake clan to nourish the vine, aiming to reconstruct a flesh and bone spinal column.

 

What a sinister method.

 

“Quick, order the sister snakes not to attack the vines,” Si Lan immediately conveyed to the two-headed sister snake.

 

The two-headed sister snake also realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately conveyed the message to the other sister snakes.

 

“Stop attacking Xuanling Mountain!”

 

The sister snakes stopped their attacks. However, the vine, now resembling a bloodthirsty monster, refused to relent and actively attacked the sister snakes.

 

The sister snakes tried to escape, but a massive purple barrier suddenly enveloped them, trapping them inside. In an instant, the sister snakes within the barrier seemed to be hit by a powerful force, emitting screams.

 

Si Lan and the two-headed sister snake, seeing this, immediately flew toward the vine, attempting to stop it.

 

At this moment, the vine extended a huge tendril toward the group

 

 of cultivators who were still trapped in the illusion. Si Lan had to deal with the tendril, but he turned to Quze and said, “Quze, protect the others!”

 

“Yes,” Quze replied, drawing his sword and pulling Xie Li behind him.

 

Xie Li, with a pale face, stood dumbfounded, watching the scene before him. He had only come to the banquet, and yet, he was inexplicably dragged into a fight.

 

“Hiss… Whoa…”

 

Inside the barrier, the sister snakes subjected to the formation attack burst one by one, and their blood gathered into a river, flowing toward the vine’s roots.

 

The two-headed sister snake, witnessing this, was filled with anger and desperately attempted to attack the barrier to rescue their people. However, their cultivation level was inadequate, and they were rebounded by the barrier, leaving them severely injured on the ground.

 

Si Lan didn’t have time to think about anything else. He gently shook the whip handle, transforming it into a longsword.

 

Holding the longsword, he struck the barrier, creating an opening. The sister snakes still clinging to life quickly crawled out of the crack.

 

But the vine ceased its attack on the sister snakes. It appeared sated, quickly retracting its tendrils.

 

Under the sunlight, the vine emitted a brown halo, akin to the spread of a bloodstain. The roots shook, causing clusters of petals to fall, revealing an intact network of roots. Or, more accurately, a complete, pale spinal column.

 

It was the spinal column of a snake.

 

At first glance, it resembled a centipede clinging to Xuanling Mountain.

 

The two-headed snake, lying on the ground, looked at the snake bones and seemed to recall something, and its face suddenly changed.

 

In the next moment, the snake bones coiled around Xuanling Mountain, shook violently with great force, and the sky spun while the ground trembled. Rocks tumbled from the mountaintop, and streams at the base of the valley reversed their flow. Birds in the forest screeched as if the world was about to shatter, and it felt like the onset of an apocalyptic scenario.

 

A strange screeching sound echoed over Xuanling Mountain, and the people trapped in the illusion suddenly trembled, their bodies in pain, blood oozing from their seven orifices.

 

“Double-Head, quickly release them from the illusion,” Si Lan said, trying to shield the people inside the illusion from the falling rocks and the haunting sounds.

 

However, the two-headed sister snake coldly stated, “The lives and deaths of humans are of no concern to me. Our purpose here is to rescue the Snake Queen.”

 

Hearing this, Si Lan didn’t hold back any longer. His longsword instantly transformed into a whip that coiled around the two-headed sister snake’s neck, choking it, causing the sister snake’s face to distort and its eye sockets to bulge.

 

“Don’t make me say it a second time,” Si Lan warned with a stern gaze.

 

The two-headed sister snake displayed a hint of fear on its face. Reluctantly, it took out a horn and blew it gently, instantly releasing the illusion.

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T/N: Hey there! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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Chapter 13

 

Since that day, Lou Yu announced his seclusion for meditation and no longer received guests.

 

Si Lan didn’t know what kind of emotions Lou Yu had after realizing the misunderstanding with the Moth King. Lou Yu was always one to keep a straight face, and you couldn’t tell anything unusual from his appearance.

 

But he vaguely felt that Lou Yu’s aura had lowered significantly.

 

Lou Yu sat on the jade stone by the hidden stream, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in his cultivation. Days passed while he remained motionless, deeply focused, but perhaps a bit too focused.

 

Si Lan noticed that as Lou Yu continued his meditation, his complexion worsened, and his spiritual energy became unstable. Faint traces of demonic energy flickered in his forehead. Si Lan suspected that Lou Yu’s spiritual core was tainted by a malevolent force. If he continued this way, it could ruin his cultivation.

 

“Lou Yu…”

 

Si Lan shouted, but he couldn’t change the past that had already occurred.

 

Suddenly, Lou Yu coughed up blood, his face turned deathly pale, and the malevolent energy invaded his spiritual core, causing his inner energy to go haywire.

 

He had broken the rules of his emotionless cultivation practice – the heartless Dao.

 

His previous cultivation was now backfiring, as if a wild beast was rampaging through his internal organs, meridians, and vital energy pathways. It sought to tear his flesh apart. If he didn’t regain control soon, he would fall into demonic cultivation.

 

“Lou Yu…”

 

Si Lan’s heart leaped into his throat. After the heartless Dao was shattered, if he couldn’t regain control of his inner energy, he would fall into demonic cultivation, leading to a reversal of blood and energy flow. In severe cases, it could even lead to death.

 

Though he knew Lou Yu couldn’t hear or see him, Si Lan continued to chant incantations and guide Lou Yu in his cultivation.

 

Lou Yu slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and rose from the ground. He resumed his meditation, his eyes closed.

 

After some time, the chaotic energy around him gradually subsided, and a hint of color returned to his pale face.

 

Si Lan sighed with relief. He initially thought that Lou Yu had not been moved, but now he realized that Lou Yu had been enduring his feelings. Centuries of cultivation had nearly been lost.

 

“More devoted than me,” Si Lan suddenly mused, with a touch of self-deprecation. “I lost three wives and was just heartbroken for a few hundred years. My cultivation is still intact.”

 

The little white dragon in his arms perked up and cast a cold, indifferent glance at Si Lan.

 

Si Lan suddenly realized what he had said and chuckled awkwardly, explaining, “Although I married three wives, I only met them once, and I never touched them.”

 

After saying that, Si Lan couldn’t help but mutter to himself in his heart that he was explaining things to a little white dragon who probably had no idea what a wife was.

 

After finishing his meditation, Lou Yu’s face was as white as paper. He appeared like a lifeless body, devoid of expression, as he left the Xuan Ling Sect.

 

Si Lan had no idea where he was heading, but in his current state, he would be vulnerable on the road. Even ordinary cultivators could pose a threat to him.

 

Si Lan followed closely behind Lou Yu and watched as he arrived at the Sacred Demon Valley.

 

The raging fire had burned for three full days before finally subsiding. The demon valley now resembled a massive, sunken ruin, covered in nothing but dust.

 

Si Lan saw Lou Yu leap down to the valley floor.

 

Lou Yu lightly waved his sleeve, and the dust on the ground dispersed. In the corner, a purple barrier became visible, inside of which lay Zhong Mu, dressed in a red wedding gown.

 

A sword was impaled through Zhong Mu’s chest, and her eyes were gently closed. Her enchanting and glamorous face, now peaceful as a child, appeared like a breathtaking painting.

 

Lou Yu stepped gently into the barrier and touched Zhong Mu’s face.

 

At that time, when he thrust the sword into her, what was he thinking?

 

Did she hate him?

 

Did she resent him for not trusting her?

 

Did she blame him for not giving her a chance to explain?

 

Lou Yu stared fixedly at Zhong Mu’s face, and he slowly pulled the sword from her chest. He had heard the Moths’ words earlier, knowing that using the Cleansing Dragon Branch on the sword and stabbing it into their hearts would seal them.

 

However, when he pulled out the sword, Zhong Mu in his arms didn’t awaken. Instead, she gradually turned into dust and dissipated in the wind before his eyes.

 

His calm expression faltered as he reached out to grasp the dust, but his efforts were in vain.

 

“How could this be?”

 

He had thought that pulling out the sword would break the seal, and Zhong Mu would come back to life. But why did her body disintegrate like this?

 

Lou Yu was in despair, as if he were making his last struggle. He clung tightly to the head of the person in his arms.

 

“Don’t…”

 

Don’t disappear, don’t leave.

 

If you really hate him, you should work hard to survive, and you should seek revenge from him!

 

“Zhonggu…”

 

“Zhonggu…”

 

He shouted the name of the person in his arms over and over again, but unfortunately Zhong Mu’s body still disappeared, leaving not even a trace of him.

 

He hurriedly used the soul-searching bracelet to search for Zhongmu’s soul, but there was no trace of Zhongmu in the six realms and five elements.

 

How so?

 

The Dragon fruit juice inserted into Zhong Mu’s heart can obviously only seal Zhong Mu’s soul, but why is Zhong Mu’s soul now scattered?

 

No body, no soul.

 

Lou Yu couldn’t bear it for a moment and vomited blood. Then he picked up the sword in his hand and slashed around like crazy. Wherever the sword energy hit, bursts of dust were stirred up, and the entire Demon Valley was shrouded in ashes. .

 

Si Lan’s line of sight was also blocked, and he subconsciously called Lou Yu’s name.

 

“Lou Yu! Calm down!”

 

At this moment, Lou Yu’s qi and blood attacked his heart, his inner breath was disordered, and he vomited blood again.

 

He didn’t understand why Zhong Mu was so distraught?

 

He had no intention of killing Zhong Mu completely, he just wanted to seal him away forever.

 

“Zhong Mu…”

 

Lou Yu covered his heart and knelt on the ground.

 

It started to rain heavily, and the raindrops washed Lou Yu’s face, making it look even paler.

 

He suddenly remembered the tears that Zhong Mu shed at the last moment, and the wind blew across his eyes…

 

He couldn’t help but stretched out his hand and touched his eyes.

 

It seemed that he had never even said a sincere word to Zhong Mu, but Zhong Mu had already left him forever.

 

Master once said that his life has been so smooth that he has never experienced regret, but once he experiences it, it will be unforgettable and heartbreaking.

 

For the first time in his life, he had doubts about his cultivation method.

 

Afterwards, the seeds of doubt destroyed the worldview he had built up over hundreds of years.

 

He obviously killed monsters and maintained order in the world, but why did he lose the person he loved most? Too painful to live?

 

The whole figure seemed to have been crushed into pieces and turned into mud.

 

I can no longer find a complete place.

 

Is this the fruit of the Great Dao’s cultivation method?

 

Si Lan wanted to comfort Lou Yu, but the hand he stretched out passed through Lou Yu’s body. He saw Lou Yu lying on the ground, curled up together in pain.

 

The heavy rain is still falling, and the whole world has become gloomy and gray.

 

Si Lan’s eyes were also red, thinking that if he could appear at Lou Yu’s side at that time and comfort Lou Yu, Lou Yu would not be so sad.

 

“Why?”

 

Lou Yu suddenly spoke, as if talking to himself out of thin air, but looking at him, he looked like he was having a conversation with someone.

 

Si Lan was shocked and followed Lou Yu’s line of sight, but saw nothing.

 

“Is it because he doesn’t eat raw meat that his cultivation is weakened and his soul is gone?”

 

Lou Yu stood up from the ground, lowered her eyelids, and blood-colored tears fell down drop by drop.

 

His Zhongguan has no reincarnation, no afterlife, and has disappeared from this world forever. He destroyed it with his own hands.

 

“I just want Zhong Mu now…”

 

He never knew what it felt like to love, he just felt that he must choose the most correct path. But this path made his life worse than death.

 

In the first half of his life, he promised Taoism, but in the second half of his life, he regretted it and only wanted Zhongmu.

 

He wanted to be selfish for once.

 

Si Lan didn’t know who Lou Yu was talking to. He looked around and saw no one at all. The Demon Valley at this moment is like a bloody mouth, full of weird and bizarre meanings.

 

Si Lan felt inexplicably horrified, as if there was a big hand invisibly controlling them. Just when he was suspicious, he saw Lou Yu in the heavy rain without any hesitation, directly drew his sword and killed himself, and blood sprayed out instantly.

 

“Lou Yu…”

 

The scene in the Demon Valley came to an abrupt end, and Si Lan and Xiao Bailong were instantly freed from the illusion of the Purification Curse. The fake building jade in front of him moved his eyelids slightly, and he was about to wake up.

 

Seeing this, Si Lan quickly probed into the opponent’s spirit, only to see that the spirit was completely deserted, with only a black evil controlling the body.

 

Since he couldn’t find any information from Jialouyu, he cast a spell to leave and returned to the banquet without anyone noticing.

 

But he couldn’t calm down at the moment. He held the wine glass to try to calm down, but the slightly trembling wine still betrayed his emotions.

 

Although he only experienced the Demon Valley incident from the perspective of a bystander, those scenes were flashing in his mind now. The Demon Valley was burned to the ground, the soul of the Moth King was destroyed, and Lou Yu committed suicide…

 

Scene after scene, the information conveyed was so complicated that he had so many thoughts in his mind, but he had nowhere to say it. He unconsciously opened his mouth, revealing a hint of bitterness.

 

Everything in the world is determined by fate, and it is never up to anyone.

 

The last stage of Lou Yu’s tribulation period was the love tribulation. Lou Yu once thought that the love tribulation came from his junior sister Yun Lan, so he thought about killing demons outside to avoid the love tribulation. However, he never thought that at that time, the love tribulation was in the catastrophe. It started when he killed the demon.

 

Si Lan sighed, closed his eyes, and put his fingers between his eyebrows.

 

The last scene in the Purification Curse shows Lou Yu talking to an invisible person.

 

What did that person say that made Lou Yu willing to commit suicide?

 

Is he the same person who controls Lou Yu’s body now?

 

Si Lan was lost in thought when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

 

“Your Majesty… Your Majesty…”

 

It was Xie Li’s voice.

 

Si Lan suspected that he was hallucinating, so he turned around and saw a small dumpling in green robe breaking into the banquet and shouting loudly. The little dumpling looked left and right, and when he saw Si Lan, he ran towards Si Lan with excitement on his face.

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

It turned out to be Xie Li! After Xie Li died, Qu Ze followed suit.

 

Xie Li threw himself into Si Lan’s arms and murmured softly, “Oh, Your Majesty, I miss you.”

 

Thought Si Lan was fake, but craving a feast was real.

 

Xie Li was young and always eager to join in the fun. He used to tag along at various occasions like weddings and other worldly matters in the demon realm. However, this time, Si Lan had gone out for a feast without informing him. Once he found out the location, he immediately rushed over.

 

After all, there was nothing more important than feasting.

 

Si Lan could only helplessly massage his temples and then looked at Qu Ze, “How did you both get here?” Qu Ze was usually quite diligent, but this time, he had made a mistake and allowed Xie Li to come to such a dangerous place.

 

Qu Ze quickly bowed and admitted his mistake, “My Lord, I failed to watch over Xie Li properly. Please, punish me.”

 

At this point, Si Lan didn’t want to impose further punishment. He just sighed, rubbed his temples, and said, “Qu Ze, please take care of Xie Li.” Now that they were here, they probably couldn’t leave.

 

Fortunately, Qu Ze had a relatively high level of cultivation, and even with just one arm, his combat power in the demon realm was second only to the twelve peak lords. Si Lan felt relieved entrusting Xie Li to his care.

 

Qu Ze respectfully acknowledged the order.

 

“Uh, why is it all drinks? Where’s the food?” Xie Li grumbled, grabbing Si Lan’s belt with one hand, trying to climb into Si Lan’s lap. However, in the next moment, Xie Li’s consciousness suddenly heard a threatening voice.

 

“Stay away from him.”

 

Xie Li raised his head and saw a small white dragon with golden eyes glaring at him with anger.

 

“Or I’ll turn you into a pig’s head.”

 

The little white dragon squinted its eyes, but its mouth didn’t move; it only transmitted its voice directly to Xie Li’s ears.

 

Xie Li shivered, realizing that his true form was a beautiful brown jade, invisible to others. How did this little white dragon know? And he even threatened to turn him into a pig’s head!

 

Frightened, Xie Li quickly climbed down from Si Lan’s lap. With his heart pounding, he cast a fearful glance at the little white dragon and dared not demand food any longer.

 

The little white dragon, seeing Xie Li had yielded, retracted its head.

 

Clumsy and unruly, without any manners.

 

How did the Demon Lord educate his disciples, after all?

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Chapter 12

 

Si Lan had no choice but to cast another barrier, separating their line of sight.

 

No impropriety was allowed.

 

Although he had vaguely guessed the outcome, he had not expected the process to be like this. He could tell that at this moment, Lou Yu did not love the Moth King, and everything he did was merely to kill the Moth King.

 

However, the more it was like this, the more worried he became. Because once Lou Yu’s heart was moved, even if it was just a little, for Lou Yu, it would be an irreversible hell.

 

Si Lan furrowed his brow deeply, worrying about Lou Yu in his heart.

 

The Little White Dragon looked up at Si Lan, flicking its dragon whiskers.

 

Everything in the illusion had already happened.

 

No matter how much he worried, it wouldn’t change anything.

 

After an unknown amount of time, Lou Yu’s voice came from outside, with a hint of hoarseness.

 

“Why is your foot injured?”

 

“Uh, it happened while walking.” Zhong Mu’s voice was as if it had been soaked in water, inexplicably carrying a soft, sticky tone. “I’m not used to walking.” But ever since he met Lou Yu, he had been walking on two legs like a human.

 

Lou Yu fell silent for a while and then asked, “Why do you like me?”

 

“I saw you in a dream a long time ago. I saw you standing under the Soaring Dragon Tree, wearing a red wedding gown. When I walked towards you, you suddenly turned and smiled at me. Your smile was beautiful. But when I hugged you, your figure disappeared with the wind.”

 

Zhong Mu spoke seriously, but Lou Yu didn’t believe this reason. He closed his eyes, concealing all of his emotions.

 

He couldn’t understand Zhong Mu’s affection.

 

Zhong Mu still clung to him closely, seeming a bit shy, burying his head deeply in his neck, mumbling, “Although I have taken on a male form after transforming, I can also treat you like a woman would, and I…”

 

Lou Yu’s cheeks inexplicably grew hot, interrupting Zhong Mu, “I’m a bit thirsty.”

 

He was a cultivator of the unfeeling path and didn’t like to talk about matters of romance. What happened just now was simply Zhong Mu helping him recover, similar to the cultivation practice of “dual cultivation” in the cultivation world.

 

The more Lou Yu thought about it, the hotter his cheeks became.

 

Zhong Mu immediately got out of bed to fetch water for Lou Yu and almost tripped due to his weak legs.

 

When he brought the water over, he saw that Lou Yu had fallen asleep again.

 

Zhong Mu set the water aside, propped his chin with one hand, and lay on the bed, quietly watching Lou Yu.

 

Si Lan couldn’t help but feel that his friend was acting like a scoundrel who ignored the other person once he was satisfied, as if nothing had happened.

 

He looked at the Moth King’s affectionate eyes, feeling extremely complicated. This Moth King was somewhat cruel in his innocence and naive in love.

 

Perhaps spending too much time in the dark Demon Valley, where he only saw soft, white moths, led to his infatuation with Lou Yu, a remarkable and elegant cultivator. He fell in love at first sight.

 

But he hadn’t thought about how pie could fall from the sky or how a handsome man could appear in the demon realm. All of this was just a trap.

 

Thinking of this,Si Lan looked at the little white dragon, which he had found unconscious in the desert. Wasn’t it also somewhat strange?

 

The little white dragon sensed his scrutinizing gaze and instinctively retracted its claws, looking wary.

 

Because of Lou Yu’s injury, the wedding had to be postponed.

 

Zhong Mu heard somewhere that in the human world, after a wedding ceremony was held, the husband would devote himself entirely to his wife. If they had children, their relationship would become even stronger. So he was eager to conclude the marriage with Lou Yu, wanting to firmly bind this human to him.

 

After half a month of recuperation, Lou Yu’s body had fully recovered. Zhong Mu couldn’t figure out the human customs, and Lou Yu was equally clueless. So he brought a few humans to Demon Valley and inquired about the ceremony.

 

However, those humans were terrified when they saw him and even attempted to attack him with knives. But he suppressed the urge to kill, remembering his promise to Lou Yu. After some coercion and temptation, he finally learned about the wedding ceremony.

 

Since both he and Lou Yu had no parents, they regarded the Soaring Dragon Tree as their father and mother.

 

On the day of the wedding, Zhong Mu wore a red wedding gown, the first time he had worn so many clothes in his life, and he felt a bit nervous and excited.

 

He walked up to Lou Yu and looked at him expectantly. Lou Yu’s gaze flickered, but he didn’t say anything.

 

Seeing this, Zhong Mu sighed. He probably wasn’t suited for human clothing.

 

The two of them stood in front of the Soaring Dragon Tree, paying their respects to heaven and earth, to their parents, and to each other.

 

Si Lan could see that on that night, the Moth King was very happy. He drank a lot of wine and didn’t even notice Lou Yu’s covert actions.

 

Si Lan, though not directly involved, felt a heavier heart than those directly affected. The festive red that filled Demon Valley seemed to be replaced by a sinister shade of red.

 

This relationship began with slaughter, bonded through slaughter, and ended with slaughter.

 

Zhong Mu, in a drunken stupor, leaned against Lou Yu.

 

Lou Yu placed him in front of the bed and, in the darkness, silently watched him.

 

Zhong Mu, with a half-smile, absentmindedly tugged at the corner of Lou Yu’s clothing, like a child, pressing his head against Lou Yu’s clothes.

 

“The groom in the dream will fade away, but in reality, I’m holding the groom. It seems that dreams are not always reliable.”

 

Zhong Mu finished speaking with a smile but didn’t hear Lou Yu’s response. He lifted his head and saw Lou Yu’s face shrouded in shadows, unclear.

 

In the next moment, a burst of firelight outside the window illuminated Lou Yu’s cold features.

 

Zhong Mu felt an inexplicable unease and before he could say anything, the moths outside suddenly screamed in agony.

 

The sea of fire silently approached, like a raging fire, spreading from the Soaring Dragon Tree, consuming Demon Valley along with its red lanterns and banners.

 

The Soaring Dragon Tree was a spiritual form created by the thoughts of past Moth Kings, weaving a powerful protective barrier around the entire Sacred Demon Valley. Now, the Soaring Dragon Tree was being devoured by the flames.

 

The barrier was broken, and numerous human cultivators arrived.

 

Zhong Mu finally realized that something was wrong, stumbled out, and saw that Demon Valley was engulfed in flames. The gory redness was unmistakable.

 

These human cultivators, who appeared from nowhere, wielded their swords like the wind and moved like phantoms.

 

The moths, weakened by not consuming meat and now without the protection of the Soaring Dragon Tree, were no match for the cultivators.

 

Demon Valley was filled with the desperate cries and screams of the moths.

 

“Your Highness, run.”

 

An injured servant rushed over, grabbing his arm, trying to take him away.

 

He pushed the servant aside, turned around, and saw Lou Yu approaching step by step.

 

“Why?”

 

“Zhong Mu, Xuan Zhi is just my pseudonym. My real name is Lou Yu.” Lou Yu’s voice was unfamiliar, cold and ominous, like a demon in hell.

 

Zhong Mu’s face turned pale, and he couldn’t help but stagger backward. In his ears, he heard the words Lou Yu had spoken to him when they first met.

 

“Do you know that Lou Yu, the Sect Master of the Xuanling Sect in the mortal world, has a mission to exterminate demons and monsters? The Water Monster of the Qing River and the Eagle Demon of the Enchanted Forest have already perished by his hand. The next might be you.”

 

So, this man was Lou Yu.

 

Zhong Mu seemed to find it hard to accept and asked, “Why?”

 

“As you said, it’s a world where the strong prey on the weak. You devour humans, and now, humans are exterminating demons.”

 

Zhong Mu burst into laughter at the phrase “the strong preying on the weak.”

 

Ridiculous!

 

Clearly, Lou Yu had deceived him!

 

Deceived him into preventing the moths from consuming meat and revealing the secret of the Soaring Dragon.

 

At this moment, a cultivator swung his sword toward Zhong Mu. The servant rushed forward to shield Zhong Mu from the attack but was torn in two by the sword’s force, yet he used his last breath to plead.

 

“Your Highness, run.”

 

Zhong Mu wanted to escape, but the cultivators were relentless, and he had to transform into his true form. His crimson wings instantly swept away numerous cultivators.

 

His only thought at this moment was not to disappoint his people; he needed to escape…

 

However, when he soared out of the sea of fire and into the sky, Lou Yu was already holding a sword, waiting for him.

 

In the night sky, Lou Yu’s wedding gown fluttered in the wind, and his face remained unclear in the shadows. Only the sword was visible, gleaming with a chilling light.

 

Zhong Mu looked at the sword in Lou Yu’s hand, self-mockingly curling his lips. It seemed that Lou Yu had long found out how to kill him in secret. Coating the sword with the branch of the Soaring Dragon was an attempt to destroy his soul.

 

Zhong Mu clenched his teeth, his gaze fierce, and initiated an attack on Lou Yu. However, he had lost the protection of the Soaring Dragon and was no longer a match for Lou Yu. After just a few moves, he sustained several injuries.

 

He spread his wings, attempting to encircle Lou Yu, but Lou Yu seized the opportunity and drove the sword into his heart.

 

His eyes widened in an instant, intense pain spreading from his heart throughout his body.

 

“I originally… ” Lou Yu approached him, and the two were very close, nose to nose. “Didn’t plan to kill you, but why did I discover that you were preying on humans?”

 

Preying on humans?

 

He hadn’t preyed on humans!

 

Suddenly, he remembered that he had captured humans and brought them to Demon Valley, but it was to ask them about human wedding customs…

 

Could it be that Lou Yu had misunderstood him and thought he was preying on humans because of that?

 

He wanted to open his mouth to explain, but the longsword was deeply embedded in his heart, causing excruciating pain, making it impossible to speak.

 

As he fell rapidly, his body was frozen in place, and he gazed at Lou Yu, tears uncontrollably streaming down his face and crossing Lou Yu’s cheek.

 

It was unfortunate.

 

Unfortunately, Lou Yu had never loved him, never believed in him.

 

Unfortunately, he had poured out all his sincere feelings in vain.

 

—

 

At first, Si Lan was eager to kill the moths for their treatment of humans. However, when he saw the moths being burned alive by the fire, his mood became heavy once again.

 

From the moment of birth, life is not equal, but at the moment of death, it is. And in the journey from birth to death, if it can truly be summarized with the phrase “the strong prey on the weak,” then everything becomes simple.

 

He looked up at Lou Yu in the sky. As a spectator, he had a moment of belief that Lou Yu had fallen in love with Zhong Mu.

 

But at this moment, he had his doubts.

 

If it was true love, why could Lou Yu be so heartless?

 

Is it true that those who practice the Heartless Dao are truly without feelings and desires?

 

The scene continues, and after leaving the Sacred Demon Valley, Lou Yu returns to the Xuanling Sect.

 

Lou Yu, alone, successively exterminated three demons and monsters that had harmed humans, earning great fame in the cultivation world. Countless people came to the Xuanling Sect to meet him, including some of the humans who were once captured and taken to the Demon Valley by Zhong Mu.

 

“Master, thanks to you, we were rescued from the Demon Valley. However, that Moth King is really strange. He captured us but didn’t eat us; instead, he asked us some weird questions.”

 

Lou Yu, sitting in a high seat, supports his head with one hand. Upon hearing this, he raises his eyelids gently. “What questions?”

 

“Well, it’s about the human wedding ceremony. Every detail, he forced me to explain to him all night. It’s really funny. He’s a moth, yet he’s asking about these things.”

 

Lou Yu slowly relaxes his hand and sits on the high seat without uttering a word.

 

He recalls the words Zhong Mu once said to him, “I’ve heard that you humans have a wedding ceremony, and if a couple becomes husband and wife, the husband must forever protect and not betray the wife. I, too…”

 

At the time, he interrupted Zhong Mu because he didn’t want to hear that moth talking about love and romance…

 

So, that unfinished “I, too” was a reference to his intention to marry him according to human customs?

 

Did he capture those mortals just to understand the purpose of a wedding ceremony?

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Chapter 11

 

Luo Yuqing gazed back at him with deep eyes, “Xuan Zhi.”

 

Luo Yuqing, whose courtesy name was Xuan Zi.

 

So he didn’t exactly lie to him.

 

Zhong Mu suddenly smiled, “Xuan Zhi, it’s my first time walking this long as a human. My feet hurt a bit. Will you carry me?”

 

“…” Luo Yuqing.

 

“…” Si Lan.

 

Not only did this Moth King look like a child on the outside, but his behavior was also childlike. One moment he was complaining, and the next he was acting cute…

 

But Luo Yuqing, the cold-faced demon, probably wouldn’t fall for this.

 

However, in the next instant, Si Lan saw Luo Yuqing bend down and pick up the Moth King. He widened his eyes, doubting if he had seen it correctly. Did Luo Yuqing actually carry someone like a princess?

 

In front of his beautiful junior sister, wasn’t Luo Yuqing always indifferent?

 

Zhong Mu’s arms naturally wrapped around Luo Yuqing’s neck, and his lips lightly touched Luo Yuqing’s neck, exhaling warmth.

 

Luo Yuqing, however, maintained a stoic expression, as if he hadn’t sensed Zhong Mu’s intentions.

 

Si Lan followed the two of them, watching the scene with mixed emotions. Unconsciously, he stroked his dragon horns and said, “The most unforgettable image for Luo Yuqing, how could it be these?”

 

The dragon’s horn was gripped, and his face was filled with anger.

 

An impolite Demon Lord.

 

Luo Yuqing’s most unforgettable memory was not these images but the person in this scene.

 

Luo Yuqing’s death was probably related to the current Moth King.

 

But if it remembered correctly, half a year ago, the Earth Immortal had reported this matter to it. The Moth King of the Holy Domain’s Demonic Valley was pierced through the heart by a cultivator’s sword, and his soul was destroyed.

 

All the other demonic creatures in the Holy Domain’s Demonic Valley were burned to ashes.

 

It didn’t mention what happened to the cultivator.

 

Inside the cocoon…

 

Luo Yuqing placed Zhong Mu on a white jade platform, and Zhong Mu suddenly asked with curiosity, “Are you considered a strange person among humans?”

 

Luo Yuqing raised his eyelids and replied, “Why do you ask that?”

 

“Because you have no expression, unlike other humans who always have fear on their faces,” Zhong Mu reminisced.

 

“…” Luo Yuqing.

 

That was because when they saw you, their faces would naturally show fear.

 

“Have you not asked me… I want to hear you ask me…” Zhong Mu’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as he tilted his head and smiled.

 

Luo Yuqing hesitated about whether to kill Zhong Mu, but then he remembered what his Master had mentioned. Zhong Mu was not afraid of normal injuries.

 

Luo Yuqing put away the whip in his sleeve and slowly approached Zhong Mu. “Well, I ask you.” Reluctantly, he spoke with a husky and magnetic voice, which strangely sounded sexy to Zhong Mu’s ears.

 

Zhong Mu looked at him steadily. “If all humans were as good-looking and had such a pleasant voice as you, I wouldn’t be willing to eat them.”

 

“…” Luo Yuqing.

 

“By the way, do you have a wife?”

 

“No.”

 

“So… what kind of person do you like?” When Zhong Mu asked this question, there was a hint of nervousness in his tone.

 

He was hinting something to Luo Yuqing, not knowing if this handsome human could understand.

 

Luo Yuqing met Zhong Mu’s gaze and slowly replied, “No one.”

 

Zhong Mu’s disappointment inched onto his face, but he still reached out and embraced Luo Yuqing, resting his chin gently on Luo Yuqing’s shoulder.

 

Having no one might not be a bad thing.

 

“Will you stay in the Demonic Valley with me? Otherwise, I might have to give you to those moths outside to eat.”

 

Zhong Mu sounded like he was threatening Luo Yuqing, but also like he was casually speaking, his tone flat.

 

Luo Yuqing lowered his head and saw Zhong Mu’s long, thick eyelashes resting against his forehead, making Zhong Mu’s fair skin even whiter.

 

If Luo Yuqing hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that the young man in his arms was just a delicate young noble, not the ruthless Moth King.

 

He hadn’t had a chance to reply when Zhong Mu, after his threat, fell asleep heavily in his arms.

 

Luo Yuqing looked at him, furrowing his brows in thought. He was probably wondering why the Moth King trusted him so much. Wasn’t he afraid of what Luo Yuqing might do while he slept?

 

Luo Yuqing’s hand hesitated in mid-air, unsure whether to hold him or push him away. Eventually, he let his hand drop and leaned back against the white jade platform, lost in thought.

 

Without his cultivation, he was starting to feel a bit tired and soon drifted off to sleep.

 

Si Lan, seeing that both of them were asleep, emerged from the corner and watched his slumbering friend with mixed feelings.

 

Luo Yuqing was now a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, and this physical body was just a vessel for him… So even if the body perished, Luo Yuqing wouldn’t die.

 

So, the only person who could kill Luo Yuqing would be someone with a higher level of cultivation than him. During this time, Si Lan had observed the Holy Domain’s Demonic Valley and found no such person.

 

As for the Six Realms, the Four Realms of humans, ghosts, spirits, and demons, there were hardly any individuals who could match Luo Yuqing. The relationship between the two higher realms, the gods and immortals, and the cultivation world was always close, so it was highly unlikely for a Nascent Soul stage cultivator to be killed inexplicably.

 

In the Demon Realm, Si Lan was revered, and he would never harm Luo Yuqing.

 

“So, who exactly killed you?”

 

Si Lan stared at Luo Yuqing’s face, muttering to himself. Just as he was completely puzzled, the scene in front of him changed once again.

 

Shortly after Luo Yuqing fell asleep, the Moth King got out of bed and went to another room.

 

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood, nauseating. After a while, there were sounds of bones breaking and chewing in the room, particularly clear in the dark night.

 

Si Lan vaguely understood what was happening but chose not to follow.

 

He covered the little white dragon’s ears, fearing that it might be a bad influence.

 

At that moment, Si Lan saw that Luo Yuqing had also awakened at some point. Luo Yuqing walked through him, following the sounds directly to the door. His face turned ashen as he grasped the doorknob, his fingers turning white.

 

Zhong Mu was sitting in a pool of blood, likely hearing Luo Yuqing’s footsteps approaching. He turned, facing Luo Yuqing, and suddenly smiled.

 

The smile was candid, innocent, yet eerie and seductive.

 

Luo Yuqing instinctively took a step back, a look of reluctance in his eyes.

 

Zhong Mu stood up and suddenly threw himself into Luo Yuqing’s arms.

 

“You’re awake.”

 

“Don’t touch me,” Luo Yuqing said coldly.

 

Zhong Mu’s body trembled, and he bit his lower lip, “You don’t like me eating…”

 

“Yes.”

 

Zhong Mu seemed childlike, sighed, and said, “Then I’ll become a vegetarian.”

 

Luo Yuqing heard this and coldly remarked, “Can moths even be vegetarian?”

 

“We can maintain a vegetarian diet, but it affects our bodies and cultivation. Eating meat regularly ensures our strength.”

 

Luo Yuqing lowered his eyelids, his expression inscrutable. “I don’t like you this way.”

 

Zhong Mu struggled with his thoughts, then raised his head, looking at Luo Yuqing pitifully. “How about I have meat every ten days? Would that be acceptable?”

 

“No.”

 

“But if I don’t eat this, I…”

 

Seeing Luo Yuqing’s unyielding expression, Zhong Mu sighed, “Alright, I won’t eat it. How about this, can you smile at me? No, from now on, you have to smile at me every day, okay?”

 

As he said this, his tone slightly flirtatious.

 

Luo Yuqing remained silent for a while and finally said, “Hmm.”

 

“Then you can start by smiling once…”

 

Luo Yuqing seemed somewhat hesitant and tried to smile, but he didn’t quite know how. So, he awkwardly stretched his lips into a smile, which made Zhong Mu burst into laughter.

 

“You smile like this…”

 

Zhong Mu tiptoed, reached out to lift the corners of Luo Yuqing’s eyes and lips, and said, “Both your eyes and mouth need to move together to make a real smile.”

 

Luo Yuqing tried to smile tentatively, his eyes deep, and a gentle smile on his face.

 

Zhong Mu stared at him blankly, then burst into laughter and buried his head in Luo Yuqing’s chest, holding him tightly.

 

But Zhong Mu didn’t see the fleeting grimace that crossed Luo Yuqing’s face.

 

In the following days in the illusion, Luo Yuqing was constantly looking for ways to get rid of Zhong Mu. He was secretly restoring his cultivation while trying to persuade Zhong Mu not to allow the moths to eat humans.

 

So, the entire Demonic Valley turned into a place of vegetarian moths, which led to their dissatisfaction.

 

Si Lan had an instinct that Luo Yuqing couldn’t stay in the Demonic Valley any longer, not out of fear for his life, but for his emotional well-being.

 

Luo Yuqing practiced a heart-based cultivation path, so even if he got married, had children, and led a normal life, it wouldn’t affect his cultivation. The only thing that could impact him was emotional attachment.

 

Si Lan was afraid that if Luo Yuqing kept calculating and planning, he might eventually calculate himself into a corner.

 

But Luo Yuqing showed no intention of leaving.

 

In the illusion, Zhong Mu was blissfully unaware of any impending danger. He was busy preparing for his upcoming wedding with Luo Yuqing.

 

Following human customs, he decorated the once dark Demonic Valley with red lanterns and banners, filling the entire valley with a festive atmosphere.

 

On the day before the wedding, a group of servants tried to capture Luo Yuqing with the intention of devouring him. They didn’t want to see the Moth King played with by a human.

 

When Zhong Mu found them, Luo Yuqing was already severely injured. His right arm had been bitten, and blood was flowing profusely.

 

Zhong Mu immediately transformed into his true form and rushed to save Luo Yuqing. He grabbed Luo Yuqing and used his wings to attack the servants, sending them flying. They lay on the ground, spitting blood.

 

The servants were not Zhong Mu’s match, and they lay injured on the ground. Still, they refused to give up and wanted to attack Luo Yuqing.

 

“King, even if you kill me, today, I will kill this human!”

 

“King, we will never allow you to be with a human!”

 

They all kneeled on the ground, willing to die in order to threaten Zhong Mu. Even if they couldn’t kill Luo Yuqing today, they would do it tomorrow. Even if they died, other servants would continue their mission.

 

Zhong Mu was infuriated and used his magic to transport them beneath the Soaring Dragon Tree.

 

Zhong Mu pointed to the enormous tree and threatened, “If you kill him, I will destroy the Soaring Dragon Tree. If you’re not afraid to die, then neither am I. We will die together.”

 

The servants were shocked by this threat, their faces full of disbelief.

 

Zhong Mu was willing to destroy the entire Demonic Valley for a human?

 

He’s gone mad!

 

Hearing this, Luo Yuqing raised his head and looked at the Soaring Dragon Tree, his eyes gleaming.

 

This strange tree seemed different from the rest of the Holy Domain’s Demonic Valley.

 

“King…”

 

The servants wanted to say something more, but at that moment, Luo Yuqing suddenly fainted from his severe injuries. Zhong Mu hastily caught him.

 

“Don’t say anything more. My mind is made up.”

 

Zhong Mu finished speaking and, carrying Luo Yuqing, vanished in the blink of an eye.

 

Luo Yuqing had suffered numerous injuries, with the most severe being the chunk of flesh torn from his right arm, causing blood to flow continuously.

 

Zhong Mu helped stop the bleeding and used magic to stabilize Luo Yuqing’s injuries. Likely because he had exerted too much inner energy to save Luo Yuqing, Zhong Mu’s face turned slightly pale as he leaned against Luo Yuqing’s chest.

 

When Luo Yuqing woke up from his unconscious state, he found himself looking into Zhong Mu’s unusually pale face. Zhong Mu was sleeping lightly, his breath falling gently on Luo Yuqing’s chest.

 

The area under his touch seemed to swell and throb.

 

Zhong Mu’s voice became softer as he asked, “How are you?”

 

Luo Yuqing nodded gently.

 

Zhong Mu raised his head, his gaze fixed on Luo Yuqing. They were close, just inches apart, their breaths mingling.

 

Zhong Mu suddenly tugged at the corner of his lips, closed his eyes, lowered his head, and kissed Luo Yuqing’s lips. Luo Yuqing didn’t push him away.

 

Countless white lights appeared out of thin air, forming a barrier around them, tightly enveloping the two of them.

 

Inside the barrier, there were sounds of love and pleasure.

 

Si Lan hadn’t expected to witness such a scene. He stood outside the barrier, feeling a bit awkward. Instinctively, he covered the little white dragon’s eyes, and then, recalling something, he also covered the dragon’s ears.

 

“No peeking, and no eavesdropping!” Si Lan warned the little white dragon.

 

The little white dragon remained silent.

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T/N: Hey there! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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Chapter 10

 

The moth spirit, upon hearing these words, awoke from his slumber. He lazily yawned, stretching and sitting up. He had no upper clothing on, and his snow-white skin was prominently exposed.

 

Si Lan instinctively averted his gaze, but his peripheral vision caught an unexpected glimpse of the spirit’s body. Upon realizing that the spirit was male, Si Lan maintained a stern expression and continued to observe.

 

This moth spirit had a subtly androgynous, beautiful appearance, making it difficult to distinguish their gender.

 

“Lift his face,” the moth spirit tilted his head and instructed. The attendants promptly raised Lou Yuqing’s face.

 

The moth spirit, with a lazy expression, examined Lou Yuqing’s face closely, and suddenly, a glint of fascination appeared in his eyes, as if he had discovered something amusing. He approached Lou Yuqing, closely studying his features.

 

“This human is quite handsome. I find it hard to devour him,” the moth spirit said languidly. “How could he have fallen into the Demon Valley and survived?”

 

The Demon Valley, located on the outskirts of the Holy Realm, was protected by an array. Ordinary humans who fell into it would have their internal organs turned to ash. Even practitioners would be left powerless, if not dead. Yet, this man who had fallen appeared only unconscious.

 

“Perhaps he miraculously survived, but living prey is more nourishing,” an attendant said, showing deference.

 

The moth spirit chuckled oddly, “Keep him here, and the rest of you may leave.”

 

“Yes.”

 

The moth spirit placed Lou Yuqing on the white jade platform, his own body partially resting against Lou Yuqing’s. His gaze seemed a mix of curiosity and obsession as he studied Lou Yuqing’s face.

 

Si Lan, witnessing this scene, furrowed his brow. He couldn’t fathom the moth spirit’s intentions. The spirit simply continued to gaze at Lou Yuqing for a while, and then, surprisingly, used a strand of hair to touch Lou Yuqing’s face… and his throat.

 

The more you look into it, the more it seems to be explicit.

 

Si Lan was debating whether to look away when Lou Yuqing, lying on the white jade platform, suddenly opened his eyes.

 

“Cough…”

 

Lou Yuqing coughed unexpectedly and opened his eyes.

 

“You’re awake?” The moth spirit moved closer to Lou Yuqing. His soft body almost pressed against Lou Yuqing’s chest as he spoke. His black hair cascaded down gently on Lou Yuqing’s cheeks.

 

Lou Yuqing, confronted with the close proximity of this figure, seemed momentarily unable to react. His gaze slowly drifted downward, and when he saw the delicate, fair collarbones, his eyes abruptly shut, and he turned his head, his face turning crimson.

 

Si Lan, observing this, couldn’t help but smirk. He hadn’t recognized the moth spirit either, so it wasn’t entirely his fault.

 

At that moment, Si Lan noticed movement on his clothing. He lowered his gaze to see two small pink claws emerging from his collar, followed by two pink dragon horns and a pair of golden eyes.

 

Si Lan was surprised to find that Little White Dragon had also ventured into this illusion with him. It seemed to be curious about everything, even if it was a true dragon’s offspring, it couldn’t resist its inquisitive nature.

 

“Hahaha… Why is this human so adorable?” The moth spirit reached out to playfully rub Lou Yuqing’s blushing ears, as if he were handling an amusing toy.

 

Upon hearing the spirit’s voice, Lou Yuqing’s furrowed brows slightly relaxed, and he became aware that the spirit was male. He tried to use his magic to push the man away but found himself unable to use his powers.

 

It seemed that his cultivation had been sealed by the formation when he jumped into the Demon Valley from the Holy Realm.

 

Lou Yuqing’s expression grew somber as he opened his eyes, realizing he couldn’t employ his magic. He asked, “Where is this?”

 

“It’s the Demon Valley in the Holy Realm.”

 

The moth spirit tilted his head and inched closer to Lou Yuqing. The dark strands of his hair gently brushed against Lou Yuqing’s face as he spoke.

 

Lou Yuqing stared at the face right in front of him, appearing completely unresponsive at first. His gaze then dropped, and when he noticed the man’s exquisitely fair collarbones, he instantly closed his eyes, turned his head away, and blushed.

 

Si Lan watched the scene, amused by the fact that Lou Yuqing, like him, had initially mistaken the spirit for a woman.

 

However, Lou Yuqing’s expression changed when he noticed the delicate situation. He opened his eyes again and attempted to use magic to push away the man before him, only to realize that his powers were sealed. It appeared that his cultivation had been restricted when he descended into the Demon Valley.

 

Lou Yuqing’s gaze darkened, and he sat up on the white jade platform, distancing himself from the moth spirit. The spirit, undeterred, still sat close, even placing a hand on Lou Yuqing’s shoulder.

 

Lou Yuqing wanted to say something, but then he noticed the moth spirit’s massive wings behind him and refrained from speaking. The person before him, seemingly of ambiguous gender, was actually a monster!

 

The moth spirit saw Lou Yuqing scrutinizing his wings and, to show off, folded his wings against his chest, shaking them a few times for Lou Yuqing to see clearly.

 

“In our Holy Realm, the stronger your cultivation, the more beautiful your wings become.”

 

Lou Yuqing remained silent, his brow slightly furrowed. He instinctively went on guard against the moth spirit. He hadn’t forgotten his mission to enter the Demon Valley of the Holy Realm to kill the troublesome creature that caused havoc in the mortal realm, the Moth King.

 

At this point, Lou Yuqing was likely injured by the formation and saved by this moth spirit.

 

His top priority now was to find a way to recover his cultivation quickly.

 

“Do you like my wings?” The moth spirit fluttered his wings and leaned in closer to Lou Yuqing. Lou Yuqing, looking at the spirit’s striking red wings, furrowed his brow.

 

Seeing Lou Yuqing’s reaction, the moth spirit wasn’t offended. He laughed and leaned over Lou Yuqing’s shoulder, gently pressing his pale fingers against Lou Yuqing’s skin.

 

Lou Yuqing stiffened, and his gaze turned strange as he looked at the moth spirit. He wondered why this male moth spirit lacked a sense of propriety.

 

“I know that you humans don’t appreciate our form, but it’s alright; I can take on a human appearance as well…”

 

With that, the moth spirit was surrounded by a white mist, and his wings slowly disappeared within the mist, revealing an entirely human body.

 

This body was perfectly proportioned, with flawless fair skin, akin to a finely carved jade sculpture. Although also a man, Lou Yuqing’s face turned red immediately when he saw this transformation. He hurriedly turned his head.

 

“What is this? Please… please put on some clothes.”

 

The moth spirit muttered, “You humans are so concerned about appearances.” Yet, he couldn’t help but chuckle, clearly enamored by this handsome human.

 

The moth spirit grabbed a thin veil from the edge of the white jade platform and dr4p3d it lightly over himself. He looked like a seductive enchantress, partially veiled, with every move radiating an irresistible charm.

 

He approached Lou Yuqing’s face, and Lou Yuqing immediately withdrew, maintaining a distance. Lou Yuqing seemed wary, but the spirit couldn’t resist teasing him. “You humans are so afraid of me…”

 

“Don’t worry, I won’t eat you.” The moth spirit circled around to the other side of Lou Yuqing, his eyes intense, but the expression in those eyes was even scarier than wanting to devour him.

 

Lou Yuqing, unsure of the moth spirit’s intentions, didn’t want to speculate on the thoughts of a mere moth spirit. Since the spirit didn’t seem hostile, he tentatively asked, “Since this is the Demon Valley in the Holy Realm, where is the Moth King?”

 

“I am the Moth King.”

 

Si Lan, hearing this, was mildly surprised. The young figure with snow-white skin, clean features, and androgynous looks was the Moth King?

 

Lou Yuqing, at this moment, appeared just as surprised as Si Lan, staring at the young man before him with a puzzled expression.

 

The young man’s long hair cascaded loosely down his back, with a strand of black hair resting on his chest. This, combined with the delicate figure underneath the white veil, created a mesmerizing and captivating sight.

 

Lou Yuqing averted his eyes, unable to reconcile the figure in front of him with the ruthless and ferocious Moth King he had learned about.

 

The Moth King was known for his brutality, delighting in devouring humans, especially when they were alive. Anyone who fell into the Demon Valley was usually consumed by the moths. As a result, the number of victims dropped, and the Moth King led his moths to actively capture humans.

 

The Moth King excelled in illusions and song, luring humans to their doom. In one of his most horrifying acts, he led the moths to devour an entire village of humans overnight.

 

Lou Yuqing’s master, responsible for investigating the bloodbath in the village, had instructed Lou Yuqing on his deathbed to slay the Green River Water Monster, the Lost Forest Eagle Demon, and the Moth King in the Holy Realm. Over the years, Lou Yuqing had managed to kill the Green River Water Monster and the Lost Forest Eagle Demon, leaving only the Holy Realm Moth King.

 

In the illusion, the Moth King smiled and introduced himself, “They all call me the Moth King, but you can call me Zhong Mu.”

 

Zhong Mu found that Lou Yuqing was silent all the time, so he came close to Lou Yuqing. The tip of his small nose was directly next to the tip of Lou Yuqing’s nose, and his slender eyelashes almost touched Lou Yuqing’s eyes when they blinked.

 

That charming and beautiful face gradually enlarged in Lou Yuqing’s pupils, like a blooming poppy flower, filled with toxins.

 

“Why are you not talking?”

 

Lou Yuqing calmed down and stepped back calmly, trying to avoid Zhong Mu. In the end, Zhong Mu directly grabbed Lou Yuqing’s lapel and suddenly pulled Lou Yuqing forward. Lou Yuqing was caught off guard and bumped into Zhong Mu’s face, the corner of mouths touched.

 

Si Lan saw this scene and quickly reached out to cover the little white dragon’s eyes.

 

This scene was not suitable for children.

 

“…” The little white dragon.

 

Lou Yuqing’s pupils dilated instantly and his limbs stiffened. Zhong Mu was like a greedy child, and he moved and kissed along the corners of Lou Yuqing’s lips little by little, as if he was tasting something delicious and new. His eyes didn’t look like a devil at all, but were clean and bright, as pure as a child’s, looking at Lou Yuqing intently.

 

“Well, it’s obviously not sweet…” But he still really wanted to touch him.

Zhong Mu felt his heart beating thumping, which was the impulse and possession of unknown love. His heat seemed to have come early… I didn’t expect that his first estrus would be for a weak and pitiful human being.

 

Zhong Mu still wanted to feel the touch of kissing, and was about to kiss Lou Yuqing again, but didn’t know that Lou Yuqing obtained a sharp piece of rattan.

 

Lou Yuqing held on to the cane tightly and was about to stab Zhong Mu in the neck when Zhong Mu was not paying attention.

 

At this time, a horn suddenly sounded outside.

 

Zhong Mu’s thoughts were interrupted instantly. He let go of Lou Yuqing’s clothes, looked out the door and murmured, “It seems that the results of this hunt was not too bad.”

 

With that said, Zhong Mu turned around and looked at Lou Yuqing, “Do you want to go see the trophies with me?”

 

Lou Yuqing wiped the corners of his mouth and hid the cane in his sleeves, his eyes dark and deep, “Yeah.”

 

Si Lan’s vision also changed with the two of them, and came outside.

 

In the dark valley bottom, a group of moths gathered together, holding weapons and cheering in celebration, and the cheers were mixed with the painful howls of humans.

 

Most of the “trophies” tied together by the rope net are dead, and the living ones are just hanging on and struggling to survive.

 

Blood covered the entire ground, and the smell of blood was everywhere. Even after living in the demon world for more than a thousand years, Si Lan couldn’t bear to look at it and turned away.

 

Zhong Mu sat on the high platform and looked down at the group of celebrating moths below. He leaned on his seat, supported his head with one hand, and listened casually to his subordinates’ report on the capture.

 

Lou Yuqing clenched her fingers tightly and moved the corners of her lips, “Those who are still alive, can you let them go?”

 

“Are you begging me?”

 

Zhong Mu tilted his head, opening his beautiful eyes like a child, looking at Lou Yuqing for a moment.

 

Lou Yuqing’s Adam’s apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something, but he held it back, with a look of unhappiness on his face. If it weren’t for his total lack of cultivation, why would he bow his head like this? He had never been so aggrieved in his life.

 

“If I beg you, would you let those people go?”

 

Zhong Mu nodded.

 

Lou Yuqing closed his eyelids and was just about to ask for mercy when Zhong Mu snuggled softly onto Lou Yuqing’s shoulder and said, “Please beg me again when you go back. I think I only want to see you beg me in private.”

 

Lou Yuqing looked at Zhong Mu’s hand on his shoulder, his expression stiffened, but he didn’t avoid it.

 

Lou Yuqing is a practitioner of the ruthless way and cannot understand love. In his eyes, those joys, tears, infatuation, and lingering are meaningless expressions of emotion.

 

But he never thought that one day he would use this emotion to achieve some purpose.

 

Zhong Mu turned around and ordered the moths to release the humans who were still alive. After hearing this, the moths all showed expressions of surprise and dissatisfaction, and their eyes towards Lou Yuqing were filled with hatred.

 

“King, you must not be enarmoured by a human being.”

 

Si Lan saw the anxious look on the moth’s face when he spoke, and suddenly understood what the moth was feeling.

 

In the world of moths, moths fall in love with humans, which is probably the same as in the world of humans, humans fall in love with roast duck.

 

Very funny.

 

Si Lan exhaled and lowered his eyes to look at the little white dragon in his arms. He didn’t know if his pheasant was also food in the eyes of the little white dragon…

 

Thinking of this, Si Lan shuddered.

 

Zhong Mu ignored the moths’ advice and made a gesture. The moths reluctantly retreated and let out the humans who were still alive. Then the carnival began, and they danced around the piled corpses, spreading their wings and shouting.

 

After the carnival, there is a gluttonous feast.

 

Lou Yuqing avoided his gaze and tried his best to hide his anger. Zhong Mu saw Lou Yuqing’s discomfort and took Lou Yuqing away.

 

Zhong Mu said casually as he walked, “After you humans catch the chickens, you pluck the feathers, chop them into pieces, stir-fry, braise, or deep-fry them. You can eat them however you want. You don’t think that’s remotely cruel at all.”

 

As a member of the chicken clan, Si Lan couldn’t help but nodded when he heard this, and then shook his head… It seemed to be the truth, but it seemed not to be the truth.

 

He saw Lou Yuqing’s expression condensed, and there was a faint feeling of disgust between his eyebrows.

 

Lou Yuqing said, “That’s different.”

 

“How could it be different? When you eat others, you say that the weak eat the strong. But when others eat you, you start talking about benevolence and morality, and even regard those races that harm you as evil people, and kill them all. It has risen to the level of doing justice for heaven, punishing evil and promoting good. But at this time, why don’t you say that the weak should eat the strong?”

 

Lou Yuqing’s voice was neither soft nor serious, “Humans are not necessarily weak. Do you know that Lou Yuqing, the master of the Xuanling Sect in the human world, his mission is to kill monsters. The Qinghe water monster and the confusing forest eagle monster have already died at his hands. The next one could be you.”

 

“Lou Yuqing?” Zhong Mu didn’t care, “No cultivator has ever been able to enter the Demon Valley unharmed. I’m not afraid of them.”

 

Lou Yuqing said nothing.

 

After walking a distance, Zhong Mu suddenly stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Luo Yuqing.

 

“By the way, I forgot to ask, what’s your name?”

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T/N: Hey there! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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What about the perfect, most non-toxic male lead ever? Laws of Love

How about MC nursing ML back to health? Forced into the Deep

 

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Chapter 9

 

Si Lan had noticed before that Little White Dragon could repair its internal energy on its own, so he didn’t take it to see a doctor. But he didn’t expect that the little thing’s internal energy had gone haywire again.

 

“Little one, hold on for now. After the wedding, I’ll take you to see a healer,” Si Lan said.

 

Little White Dragon blinked its eyes, which was its way of responding to Si Lan.

 

After a night’s rest, Si Lan’s mood had calmed down considerably. He pushed the door open and saw the Teng Ying plant crawling on the Xuanling Mountain, and he could now calm his mind.

 

The weather today was nice, with the golden sun high in the sky. Floating clouds gently moved above the mountain peak, obscuring beams of golden sunlight. The valley breeze brushed through the trees, causing the branches and leaves to sway gently.

 

Si Lan performed a spell, and countless brown feathers materialized in his palm. These feathers seemed to have a life of their own, floating in mid-air and flying around the Xuanling Mountain.

 

They were his little spies.

 

“No matter what happens today, make sure you stay in my arms. Don’t run off on your own,” Si Lan touched Little White Dragon’s head.

 

Little White Dragon looked up at Si Lan with a hint of seriousness in its expression.

 

What would this Demon Lord do today?

 

Xuyi, leading a group of disciples, arrived. Seeing Si Lan talking to Little White Dragon, he respectfully greeted, “Master Si Lan, the banquet is about to begin. I’ll escort you.”

 

The marriage ceremony in the cultivation world was quite elaborate, and Xuyi was worried that Si Lan might not understand, so he had come to find him.

 

“Thank you,” Si Lan nodded slightly.

 

Xuyi noticed that Si Lan’s eyes were a bit tired and couldn’t help but ask, “Master Si Lan, did you rest well last night?”

 

“Um, last night around midnight, I heard some insects outside the window, and I couldn’t sleep. Are there insects in Xuanling Mountain with teeth that look like… human teeth?” Si Lan coughed slightly as he spoke, seeming somewhat embarrassed.

 

Xuyi was stunned, “Insects with teeth that look like human teeth? I’ve never seen anything like that…”

 

Were there no such insects?

 

Si Lan unconsciously touched his neck. If it weren’t for the faint pain in his neck, he would have thought it was just his imagination.

 

If it wasn’t insects, could it be demons?

 

What kind of demon could bite him without him noticing?

 

He couldn’t help muttering to himself in his mind, but he didn’t notice that Little White Dragon in his arms buried its head even deeper.

 

This wedding in Xuanling Gate had attracted prominent figures from the cultivation world.

 

During the banquet, people gathered in small groups, chatting and mingling. Although they wore robes from different sects, they all exuded an otherworldly and elegant aura.

 

Si Lan glanced at the people, then withdrew his gaze and took a seat on the side.

 

As soon as he sat down, a cultivator leaned over and asked, “Brother, you look unfamiliar. May I ask which sect you belong to?”

 

Si Lan looked at the man’s attire, white inner robe with a blue silk Zen robe on the outside, exactly the same as Song Guang’s attire.

 

Probably due to his unfavorable impression of Song Guang, and by extension, his fellow disciples, Si Lan casually replied, “I’m an unaffiliated cultivator.”

 

As soon as he said this, the expressions of the nearby cultivators subtly changed.

 

In the cultivation world, a cultivator’s background was highly regarded, and it was believed that those from renowned sects and families had the potential to reach great heights. Therefore, unaffiliated cultivators were always seen as the lowest in the cultivation hierarchy.

 

In other words, unaffiliated cultivators were at the bottom of the food chain in the cultivation world.

 

The Nascent Soul stage cultivator who had initially thought that Si Lan was some hidden immortal now didn’t want to get too close after hearing that he was an unaffiliated cultivator. He gave a perfunctory smile and turned to continue his conversation with the people around him.

 

“Has anyone seen Brother Song Guang today? I went to his room this morning, and he wasn’t there. I thought he had already come,” someone said.

 

“Yeah, Song Guang usually loves to join in the fun…”

 

“Have any of you seen him today?”

“No.”

 

“I haven’t seen him either…”

 

Si Lan listened to the conversation of the people nearby and quietly played with the glass of lustrous wine in front of him.

 

If everything went as expected, they probably wouldn’t see Song Guang again.

 

Shaoqing, a Xuanling Gate disciple, carried a green jug and entered to serve the guests. The faint fragrance of the wine instantly filled the air, clear and enticing, impressing the cultivators.

 

“What kind of wine is this? It’s so fragrant…”

 

Si Lan glanced at the wine in the glass. It was clear and transparent, but the halo reflected on the glass was colorful and looked rather peculiar.

 

Just as he was about to pick up the glass to examine it closely, he suddenly heard the voices of the cultivators.

 

“Lord Lou is here!”

 

Si Lan raised his head and saw Lou Yuqing emerging from behind the bead curtains.

 

Lou Yuqing wore a brown jade crown on his head, and he was dressed in a red wedding robe, making his handsome features even more striking. He deliberately kept a distance from everyone and stood on the high platform at the banquet, addressing the crowd from afar, “Today’s ceremony is quite elaborate, and if there are any lapses in Xuanling Gate’s hospitality, please forgive us.”

 

The people below hurriedly responded with polite words, “Lord Lou, you’re too kind. The disciples of Xuanling Gate have taken excellent care of us.”

 

Lou Yuqing remained silent, maintaining a smile on his face. His gaze swept over the crowd, locking eyes with Si Lan across the space.

 

Si Lan smiled, and the fake Lou Yu, seeing this, nodded in return. Soon, he averted his gaze and addressed the crowd, “Everyone, the wine in the green jugs before you is called Xiangdan Nectar. It’s made from the hundred-year jade lotus of the Zunsheng Mountain. A single cup can add decades to your cultivation. Please enjoy it slowly.”

 

“Lord Lou, you are really too kind. How can you serve us immortal nectar when we are mere mortals?”

 

“Yeah, just a bit of wine is enough. After all, we have gathered here today mainly to celebrate Lord Lou’s return with his beloved. Whether we drink or not doesn’t matter.”

 

The cultivators, on the surface, continued to exchange polite words, but in their hearts, they were already excited upon learning that a single cup of wine could add decades to their cultivation.

 

One cup for ten years, two cups for twenty years… wouldn’t ten cups be a hundred years?

 

This kind of celestial nectar was offered by Xuanling Gate as a common wine, revealing that Xuanling Gate was truly a treasure trove that made people envious and a little covetous.

 

Lou Yuqing took a sip of wine, then excused himself and retreated. The disciples took over to serve the guests.

 

Si Lan’s gaze remained fixed on Lou Yuqing’s departing figure, and the hand holding the wine glass unconsciously tightened.

 

This fake Lou Yuqing was deliberately avoiding him, and it seemed that he also knew that approaching him would expose his true identity.

 

But now, Si Lan needed to find an opportunity to get close to him, so he could use the Purification Curse on Lou Yuqing’s body and see everything Lou Yuqing had experienced in the past year.

 

“Would you like to try the celestial nectar, sir?” The Nascent Soul stage cultivator, seeing Si Lan frowning in contemplation and showing no interest in the celestial nectar in front of him, leaned closer and asked.

 

Si Lan smiled and explained, “I’m afraid that if I drink too much, I might make a fool of myself.”

 

“Oh, that’s a shame.”

 

The Nascent Soul stage cultivator spoke without looking at Si Lan, but his gaze was fixed on the glass of lustrous wine in front of Si Lan. His eyes revealed unmistakable greed.

 

Si Lan pushed the glass toward him, and he quickly put on an appearance of gracious acceptance, saying, “How can I accept this?” But he didn’t refuse and drank the wine in one go.

 

Everyone was immersed in the celestial nectar, toasting and chatting.

 

Si Lan felt out of place and decided to leave. As he walked through the crowd, a cultivator accidentally bumped into him and hurriedly apologized.

 

Si Lan took a closer look at the young man. He appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen, with a wounded eyebrow, and a rather delicate appearance. However, the young man seemed reluctant to make eye contact and, after apologizing, intended to leave.

 

Suddenly, Si Lan detected a familiar scent on the young man—a hint of a snake’s odor…

 

Si Lan grabbed the young man’s elbow with a sudden force.

 

Startled, the young man tried to break free, but Si Lan cast a spell and instantly transported the two of them to an empty corner.

 

“What… What are you doing?” The young man panicked and tried to push Si Lan’s arm away. When he spoke, his voice was distorted, and his words were barely intelligible.

 

“Are you trying to get yourself killed? How dare you come back to Xuanling Gate!” Si Lan stared coldly at him. The young man he held was the Little Enchanting Snake whose two poisonous fangs Si Lan had extracted earlier.

 

He had released it to carry a message back to the Enchanting Snake clan, but he didn’t expect it to return.

 

Yu Shi realized his cover was blown and swallowed nervously, “I’m not afraid to tell you, the Enchanting Snake clan is planning to go down with Lou Yuqing.”

 

From the last attack of the Enchanting Snake clan on Xuanling Gate, it appeared that they were annihilated even before they could approach Lou Yu. How could they talk about going down with him?

 

Si Lan couldn’t understand the Enchanting Snake clan’s suicide mission.

 

“How many of you have infiltrated here now?”

 

Yu Shi didn’t want to talk, but the two missing fangs in his mouth still caused him pain, and he had a lingering fear. “Including me, there are three of us. The others don’t have strong enough demon power; if they infiltrate, they will be discovered.”

 

“Are you planning another suicide attack, just like the previous one?”

 

“What suicide attack? This is faith, it’s fervor. Even if it means sacrificing the entire clan, we must rescue the Snake Mother.”

 

“But you don’t even know where the Snake Mother is now.”

 

“…” Yu Shi fell silent.

 

“I will find a way to rescue the Snake Mother. In the meantime, you should refrain from reckless actions.”

 

Yu Shi looked at Si Lan but didn’t say anything.

 

After their second attack on Xuanling Gate, the Snake Mother had stopped transmitting information through dreams. The elders said it was because she didn’t want them to die. However, through Teng Dan, they had sensed the Snake Mother’s aura growing weaker. It was feared that once today’s wedding was over, Lou Yuqing would use the Snake Mother’s blood to break the seal. So, if they wanted to rescue the Snake Mother, today was their last chance.

 

At this moment, several Xuanling Gate disciples approached from the distant corridor. Si Lan quickly waved his hand and created a barrier to conceal himself and Yu Shi.

 

After the departure of the others, reiterated, “The situation inside Xuanling Gate is not as simple as it seems. Your actions now are putting your lives at risk.”

 

Yu Zhi raised an eyebrow, not really trusting . He believed that  was no different from Lou Yuqing and, therefore, didn’t take his warning to heart.

 

 gently touched Yu Zhi’s forehead, concealing his aura to prevent his limited cultivation from being instantly exposed when facing the fake Lou Yu.

 

However, Yu Zhi remained cautious. “What did you just do to me?”

 

“I placed a forbidden curse on you. If you don’t obey, your internal organs will explode.”

 

Yu Zhi stared at  with a mixture of fear and anger, and  couldn’t help but laugh. With a swift motion, he left the area.

 

“Treating a snake too harshly… really too harsh…” Yu Zhi muttered through gritted teeth as he watched ‘s departure.

 

Through the scattered feathers placed in Xuanling Gate,  quickly located the fake Lou Yu. However, he was surrounded by disciples of Xuanling Gate.

 

he concealed himself, quietly slipping into the room and opening a window to observe the situation inside.

 

Inside the room, shadows played on the window frames, and the scent of sandalwood wafted from the stove.

 

Within a set of twelve folding screens, Lou Yuqing stood in front of a dressing table, speaking softly with Yun Lan. Yun Lan sat in front of a bronze mirror, motionless.

 

After a moment, Yun Lan suddenly stood up, reached out to touch Lou Yu’s face, her eyes filled with tenderness. Lou Yuqing embraced Yun Lan’s waist, and the two stood closely together, like celestial lovers.

 

His eyes revealed a surge of killing intent. This imposter, pretending to be Lou Yuqing and trying to claim Lou Yuqing’s junior sister, was unforgivable.

 

He had no intention of letting this imposter linger before him any longer.

 

After a few more words between the two inside the room, Lou Yuqing left. His disciples reported on the situation at the banquet as Lou Yuqing listened and walked away.

 

However, as he reached a corner of the courtyard, a streak of red light suddenly rushed toward him. Lou Yuqing instinctively tried to dodge, but in that instant, he found himself frozen in place.

 

A figure gradually materialized before him, a young man.

 

“Si…”

 

Before Lou Yuqing could finish his sentence,  had already used magic to enter Lou Yu’s consciousness and cast the Purification Curse.

 

The Purification Curse allowed one to see the most vivid memories from the past year of the deceased. It had been categorized as forbidden magic by the heavenly realms due to its frequent misuse in dark and twisted ways. However as a great demon lord, he feared no such restrictions.

 

As the caster of the curse, also found himself appearing in Lou Yu’s memories, witnessing everything that Lou Yuqing had experienced but unable to change the course of events.

 

He had expected to see the final moments before Lou Yu’s death in Lou Yu’s deepest memories, but what he discovered was different.

 

The scene that unfolded before his eyes was that of a lush, sprawling celestial tree, casting its shade and extending its massive roots like beastly claws into the ground. The ground was covered in layers of withered leaves emitting a foul odor.

 

Puzzled by this scene, he was about to move closer when a strong gust of wind blew, scattering the accumulated leaves and revealing a corner of a purple robe.

 

It was Lou Yuqing!

 

He watched as a group of creatures, humanoid in appearance but with wings of various colors, quickly gathered around.

 

They picked up the unconscious Lou Yuqing and headed toward a colossal chrysalis. This chrysalis, resembling a silkworm cocoon, was about six or seven stories tall, with layers of brown ridges on its surface. At the bottom was a door covered in white silken threads, and a few moth spirits carried Lou Yuqing inside.

 

He followed suit, entering the chrysalis and discovering an otherworldly space inside.

 

Countless fireflies clung to the inner walls, their bioluminescence illuminating the surroundings.

 

In the center stood a massive white jade platform, and on the platform lay a pure white… moth spirit.

 

The moth spirit had beautiful crimson wings that covered most of its body, leaving only its black hair and a clean, white neck exposed.

 

“King, this is the new intruder. Please enjoy,” a voice said.

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Chapter 8

 

It seemed like he had sensed what he was thinking. Slowly, Si Lan transformed his shape within the dark mist.

 

Si Lan intentionally cast a spell, allowing only Song Guang to see him. In Song Guang’s complex and shocked gaze, he calmly removed the seal on his forehead.

 

The ordinary cultivator’s seal couldn’t control him at all, and this decaying black mist was terrifying to mortals but meant very little to him, a demon lord who had lived for over a thousand years.

 

Previously, he had avoided the black mist out of fear that it might attract the attention of Lou Yu.

 

He didn’t want to stir up too much trouble.

 

Song Guang struggled, trying to crawl towards Si Lan. His eyes changed from shock to a plea, as if he wanted Si Lan to save him again. However, only cracking sounds were heard from his mouth, the sound of bones breaking.

 

Si Lan continued to watch him with an expressionless face. If Song Guang hadn’t betrayed him earlier, he might have considered saving him. But now, this man deserved his fate.

 

“So, it was you.”

 

Lou Yu’s figure slowly became clear in the pitch-black stone passage. His purple immortal robe was shrouded in black mist, flowing elegantly without any wind, and his gaze was stern and sharp, with a hint of a strange aura.

 

Upon hearing Lou Yu’s voice, a strange, despairing wail escaped from Song Guang’s throat. He stared fixedly in Si Lan’s direction and tried to crawl closer to him.

 

Seeing that Si Lan refused to lend a helping hand, Song Guang used his gaze to implore Lou Yu. There was someone else there, and he wanted to use them as a shield in his final moments.

 

Unfortunately, before he could reach Si Lan, his body was engulfed by the black mist. Initially, his limbs twitched, but they gradually fell still. After the mist dissipated, only a skeleton remained on the ground.

 

Lou Yuqing cast a cold gaze at the skeleton, which instantly turned to ashes. He then walked slowly, as if he had recalled Song Guang’s gaze just moments ago, and his eyes happened to look in Si Lan’s direction.

 

Si Lan’s heart leaped into his throat, and he involuntarily held his breath. He had used invisibility magic at the moment and was concealed above the tunnel’s ceiling. He wasn’t sure if Lou Yu, with his current cultivation level, could detect anything.

 

Fortunately, Lou Yuqing furrowed his brow, concentrated for a moment, but didn’t notice anything unusual. He then proceeded towards the round platform with the mist spirit.

 

Si Lan, however, fell into silence. He gazed at Lou Yu’s departing figure, his brows furrowed.

 

The little white dragon in his arms, seeing Lou Yuqing leave, couldn’t help but tug at Si Lan’s collar, urging him to leave quickly.

 

There were many traps in this tunnel, and they had already raised Lou Yu’s suspicions. If   Lou Yuqing managed to extract any information from the snake spirit, escaping would become difficult.

 

But at this moment, Si Lan seemed to have lost his spirit, staring blankly and motionless.

 

The little white dragon had to bite Si Lan’s chest to get his attention. Si Lan snapped out of it, his form turning into a streak of blue light as he left the secret passage.

 

Once back on the surface, the little white dragon gave Si Lan an annoyed look and flicked his two dragon whiskers.

 

A procrastinating demon lord.

 

He couldn’t even understand its hints.

 

If they were too slow, who knew what might happen.

 

It couldn’t help but look at Si Lan with a sense of frustration. After observing Si Lan’s expression carefully, it suddenly froze.

 

Si Lan’s face was frozen, his eyes vacant, and he mechanically moved forward like an emotionless puppet.

 

The little white dragon felt something was wrong and tugged at Si Lan’s collar.

 

Si Lan lowered his gaze and looked at the little white dragon, and it noticed a glimmer of moisture in his eyes.

 

Suddenly, he smiled, but there was no hint of joy in his eyes.

 

Why did Lou Yuqing, who had always been focused on cultivation, suddenly get married? Why did the compassionate Lou Yuqing turn into an executioner who showed no mercy? And why had Lou Yu, whom he had known for years, always avoided him?

 

He finally understood now.

 

It was because Lou Yuqing was dead.

 

When the fake Lou Yuqing walked up to him, Si Lan realized that Lou Yu’s core was corrupted, his soul had left his body, and his flesh had long been dead.

 

The current   Lou Yuqing was merely a puppet manipulated by dark magic. His internal organs had been hollowed out, and his scent was masked by a strange fragrance.

 

But Lou Yuqing was an Immortal at the Tribulation Crossing stage, and there were very few in the Six Realms who could easily take his life…

 

How could he have died?

 

Si Lan couldn’t comprehend it.

 

The grayish-white moonlight spread like a vast, all-encompassing net, piercing through to Si Lan’s core. The bone-chilling cold seeped into his flesh and bones along the lattice, freezing his boiling blood. The intense sorrow felt like a sharp sword deeply embedded in his back.

 

He stood on the mountaintop, facing the chilly wind, his face pale, eyes bloodshot. He wanted to control himself, but his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

 

He didn’t know how long he had been standing there, but by the time dawn approached and the crescent moon hung high in the sky.

 

He remembered that he had first met Lou Yuqing at a similar time.

 

Back then, because of the failure of his third marriage, he was depressed and withdrawn, finding solace in a secluded cave and sleeping all day.

 

One day, while he was soundly asleep, the cave suddenly collapsed, burying him under a pile of rubble.

 

Angrily, he brushed aside the dirt and rubble to reveal his head. He saw a menacing black eagle with spread wings attacking a cultivator on the ground. Each step the eagle took shook the earth, and the cave he had been sleeping in was crushed by the eagle’s talon.

He generally avoided getting involved in matters of other realms, especially when it concerned the mortal realm. But today, this eagle demon had overstepped its bounds, and it was asking for trouble!

 

He lashed the eagle demon’s back with his whip, causing it to screech in pain. The sharp-beaked eagle suddenly turned towards him and launched an attack. Its enormous wings flapped, stirring up dust in the air.

 

He refused to be outdone, revealing his own massive phoenix wings, and with a single stroke, he made the old eagle disappear without a trace.

 

He slowly retracted his wings, transforming back into human form, and descended gracefully in front of the wounded cultivator.

 

The cultivator was covered in blood, his features barely discernible, and his purple robe was soaked in crimson. However, he still tightly held onto his longsword, even in his near-death state, maintaining a fighting stance.

 

Si Lan silently sighed in his heart, feeling it was a shame. If this man weren’t a cultivator, he would have taken him to the demon realm.

 

He took out a medicinal fruit from his storage bag and gave it to the wounded man to eat, then paid him no further attention.

 

Several days later, the eagle demon came for revenge, using human children as bait to lure Si Lan into a trap. Si Lan was on the verge of death when a purple aura came from the east, slicing through the trap.

 

He turned around and saw a cultivator in a purple robe and a jade belt descending from the sky.

 

The cultivator had a handsome face and a cold expression. Though he wasn’t a god, he exuded an aura similar to one.

 

Si Lan took a glance at the cultivator and deduced that he was the wounded cultivator from that night. So what Xu Yi had said about him being Lou Yu’s savior wasn’t entirely accurate, because   Lou Yuqing had also saved him.

 

Between the two of them, it didn’t matter who owed whom.

 

He knew that humans feared and despised the demon race, especially the vengeful cultivators. So, after he and Lou Yuqing had jointly defeated the eagle demon, he had prepared to fight Lou Yuqing again.

 

However, to his surprise, Lou Yuqing tossed him a spiritual fruit.

 

The fruit was from the hundred-year-old cypress tree on White Dragon Mountain, capable of extending one’s spiritual power by twenty years.

 

Si Lan looked at Lou Yuqing with confusion. Lou Yuqing calmly said, “Consider it a repayment for your fruit.”

 

As he turned to leave, Lou Yuqing added in a calm tone, “Thank you for that night.”

 

Si Lan held the fruit in his hand for a while, then smiled faintly.

 

This was the first time he had smiled since his third wife had passed away.

 

In the following years, whenever he encountered misbehaving demons in the mortal realm, he often crossed paths with this cultivator. They indirectly witnessed the cultivator’s transition from the Golden Core stage to the Tribulation Crossing stage.

 

Unknowingly, they had become friends.

 

Even though there were times when Si Lan and the cultivator didn’t see each other for years due to their seclusion in cultivation, their friendship remained strong.

 

But now,  Lou Yuqing  had suddenly died, in a gruesome and mysterious manner, without a word.

 

What was even more ironic was that he was supposed to attend Lou Yu’s wedding celebration tomorrow!

 

Thinking about this, Si Lan couldn’t help but clench his fists and stared fiercely at the massive and bizarre Teng Ying tree in front of him.

 

It looked like a wild beast, coiled on the Xuanling Mountain, showing off in the night wind. Its appearance seemed like a challenge to Si Lan, telling him that it was responsible for all of this, and he couldn’t escape it.

 

Si Lan couldn’t resist taking out his Xuanxin whip to discipline the creature, but as he lashed out at Teng Ying, his sleeve was suddenly grabbed.

 

He turned to see the little white dragon tugging at his clothes with both paws.

 

Though it didn’t say anything, its crimson eyes were filled with concern. Its two front paws clung to Si Lan’s sleeve, and it shook its head.

 

The enemy was hidden in the dark, while they were in the light. It wasn’t wise to startle the snake in the grass.

 

Si Lan’s lips moved, as if he wanted to say something to the little white dragon, but he felt a bitter lump in his throat and couldn’t speak.

 

He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again. The raging flames in his eyes had dissipated, replaced by a calm demeanor.

 

He put away the Xuanxin whip, which coiled around his right arm like a vine, instantly transforming into an embroidery pattern on his clothing.

 

He embraced the little white dragon and whispered in its ear, taking a deep breath.

 

He needed to stay calm.

Right now, he had no idea how powerful the person behind all this was, and he didn’t know their intentions. Recklessly making a move now would only worsen the situation.

 

The cold wind blew, cooling his anger. After calming himself down, he returned to his chamber.

 

The enchanting snake he had captured yesterday still lay in the corner, looking weak.

 

Si Lan cast a spell to release the snake and heal its external injuries. “I saw your snake mother today. Go back and tell your people that she’s currently safe.”

 

With those words, he extinguished the oil lamp and went to sleep.

 

The snake hesitated for a moment and then, as if realizing something, quickly disappeared from the room.

 

In the darkness, Si Lan’s back gradually relaxed, as if it could ease some of the discomfort in his heart.

 

The little white dragon sat by the bed, coiled its tail, and watched silently.

 

At first, it didn’t know what had happened, but from his reaction, it began to guess what might be going on.

 

Poor Demon Lord.

 

His cultivator friend was now just a puppet supported by dark arts.

 

However, from that puppet, it had faintly sensed a familiar aura, suspecting that the person controlling the puppet was the same one who had disrupted its tribulation.

 

But why were they now targeting the friend of the Demon Lord? Was it ultimately to draw the attention to the Demon Lord?

 

Thinking about this, the little white dragon’s golden eyes grew solemn.

 

It didn’t take long for Si Lan to fall into a deep slumber, but he was awakened by eerie hissing sounds in his dream, with the overwhelming scent of blood filling his nostrils.

 

He opened his eyes and suddenly found himself in a dark dungeon, surrounded by invisible monsters that pressed against his skin. The intense smell of blood hung in the air, but he couldn’t see anything. All he could hear was the dripping of water, and rhythmic, echoing sounds in his ears.

 

A shiver ran down his spine, and he hastily turned around, only to see a massive serpent head materialize behind him.

 

The serpent head had a gaping maw, and it devoured him in one swift motion.

He jolted upright from his nightmare, fear in his eyes. Sweat drenched his hair, and a few strands stuck to his face.

 

It was just a bad dream.

 

Could it be that dealing with snakes these past few days had led to such strange nightmares?

 

He wiped the sweat from his face, took a deep breath, and sat in front of the bronze mirror. However, his mind couldn’t help but wander back to the recent series of events at the Xuanling Sect, making his head spin. He decided to pause for a moment, tidy up his hair, only to discover a row of bite marks on his neck.

 

These bite marks were in the same place as yesterday’s, but they were of different sizes.

 

He hadn’t realized that he had been so heartbroken last night, and even the spirits of this Xuanling Mountain didn’t forget to take a bite of him in the middle of the night.

 

They were truly pushing their luck.

 

Unable to contain his frustration, Si Lan tapped the table, and the vibration woke up the little white dragon in his bed. The dragon opened its eyes groggily and heard Si Lan’s angry muttering.

 

“If I find out who bit me, I will definitely squash that little bug.”

 

The little white dragon: …

 

It curled its tail, feeling guilty. Last night, it had been afraid for his safety, so it had silently guarded him. But while guarding, it suddenly found him somewhat enticing and couldn’t resist taking a bite.

 

However, after sating its hunger, it forgot to destroy the “evidence.”

 

Could it be true, as Yugan said, that its smaller form has made it a bit less intelligent?

 

Si Lan cast a soul-binding array on himself. If the little critter came to suck his blood again tonight, the array would capture it. He wanted to see which audacious creature dared to sneakily drink his blood.

 

He had initially wanted to ask the little white dragon if it noticed anything strange last night. But when the dragon met his gaze, it immediately turned its head away and buried it under its body.

 

Thinking it didn’t want to talk to him, Si Lan didn’t press the matter.

 

Little did he know that the dragon was feeling guilty.

 

He reached out to touch the dragon’s spiritual void and realized that it was even less vibrant than it had been during their time at the Seven-Stringed Cave. How could it deteriorate while being taken care of?

 

“Little one, what have you been up to recently?”

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T/N: Hey there! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

If you like my translations, feel free to donate to my ko-fi!

I really, really appreciate all the support from my readers <3 It goes a long way and motivates me lots!

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Also, check out the other series we have on HoH!

If you like cats, check out Revenge of the Garfield

If you like dragons, check out I’m Pregnant with the Hope of the Entire Planet and The Dragon and the ‘Princess’

How about some mystery or showbiz? Check out Morbid Addiction & Perfection

What about the perfect, most non-toxic male lead ever? Laws of Love

How about MC nursing ML back to health? Forced into the Deep

 

Thank you for all your support <3 Leave a comment if you like 🙂 I love reading them!