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CHAPTER 22: Blame the Love-Gu
The Demon lord was, quite clearly, stunned senseless by the kiss.
Mainly because her initial move, a clean, decisive throat lock had been so lethal that he was currently fuming with a rage that could burn the heavens. His mind was filled with thoughts of this little white-eyed wolf, daring to claim his life before she had even recovered from her illness.
But then her breath brushed against his face. Those beautiful phoenix eyes, usually shimmering with a dangerous, sinister glint, widened ever so slightly. Though the physique of the Demon Race was far more imposing than that of humans, she had closed the distance with ease, pressing her body against his.
When he finally came to his senses, he was so stiff he was almost furious with embarrassment. Once was an accident, but what is the excuse this time?!
Yet, he found he couldn’t simply push her away. Her soul was unstable; what if he shoved her and she lost consciousness?
She felt like a block of soft tofu, a sheet of fragile glaze he hardly dared to touch her, and she was taking flagrant advantage of that fact, pushing her luck until she took an inch and demanded a mile.
She bit down. The stunning devil let out a sharp hiss; she had actually drawn blood.
Her kissing lacked any semblance of technique or order, yet through this frantic contact, the Love Gu screaming for proximity finally found a temporary reprieve. Her chaotic consciousness began to slowly drift back to the shore of lucidity.
It could hardly be called a romantic exchange of breaths, yet his respiration grew ragged. His long, lean body, poised like a hunting leopard, couldn't help but go taut with tension. His large hand, which had reflexively moved to seize her, found its way at some point to her small waist, supporting her.
Due to their positions, the devil’s head was tilted back, his long hair cascading down like silken water. His gaze, sharp and predatory, watched her with a ravenous intensity, as if he might devour her whole right then and there.
Finally, his elegant Adam’s apple bobbed.
The veins bulging on his neck made it clear: this demon had reached the absolute limit of his endurance. To expect a member of the Demon Race to practice asceticism and restraint was as futile as expecting a tiger to turn vegetarian.
He was desperate to flip their positions, to pin her down and kiss her back with a savage vengeance, returning the favor a thousandfold.
With a sudden surge of movement, he rolled over, pressing her beneath him. He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up, intending to claim her lips with a total lack of ceremony.
But the Kunlun Sword had done its work, and the Love Gu had quieted. Chao Jinsui had returned to herself, the fog of the "need to touch" dissipating as her awareness fully returned.
Almost instinctively, she raised a hand to block him.
His body was a wire of tension, his pulse thrumming visibly. His scorching breath fanned against her ear as a cold, mocking sneer curled his lips.
What, she could kiss him whenever she pleased, push him down at will, but he couldn't do the same?
Was she not simply bullying a demon at this point?!
This "vicious hound" was nearly driven to a laugh of pure exasperation.
Chao Jinsui felt utterly wretched. The symptoms of her unstable soul left her with a splitting headache, and the earlier interference of the Love Gu forcing her to mobilize her spiritual energy under its compulsion had left her face deathly pale.
The next words out of her mouth caused the nearly-exploding demon to freeze in his tracks.
"My head hurts," she whispered.
The demon went still, staring at her in sheer disbelief. He looked as though he was in shock that she could even have the audacity to say such a thing.
And yet, this sword cultivator met his gaze with an expression so upright and sincere it was galling. It was as if the person who had just shoved him down and kissed him senseless had absolutely nothing to do with her.
The Great Demon Lord: "..."
He took several deep, ragged breaths on the spot. His phoenix eyes were flushed red with fury, looking like the scorched petals of a decadent peach blossom. He glared at her with a ferocity that suggested he wanted to carve several pieces of flesh from her bones.
She silently averted her gaze.
The moment her consciousness had fully recovered, she realized she had done something... significant. She knew in her heart it was the Love Gu's doing but since she was the one who had physically committed the act, she couldn't exactly claim she was innocent.
Finding herself under a gaze so full of condemnation and incredulity, she gave a soft cough. She retreated, sliding back into the safety of the covers. She pulled the quilt up, closed her eyes, and let her face remain pale and sickly.
She looked as though she had "Do Not Disturb: Patient" written across her forehead.
She heard the sound of teeth grinding from across the room.
Evidently, a demon accustomed to being the most despicable and shameless creature in the room had, for the first time, encountered a "vicious act" greater than his own.
The devil sat up, his eyes lingering on her with a haunting, ghostly intensity. Anyone else would have felt their skin crawl under such a stare, but having been subjected to this gaze frequently in her past life, she felt a bizarre sense of familiarity.
Ah, the true gaze of an arch-nemesis.
The demon let out two chilling, sinister laughs, as if he were currently calculating exactly which pit to throw her into to be ground into ten thousand pieces.
She coughed twice at the opportune moment, a gentle reminder of her status as an invalid.
With a hateful huff, he paced in circles a few times before finally storming out, throwing the curtain aside with a violent snap!
She thought: He must be dreaming of killing me tonight.
Chao Jinsui: What a sin.
The System was speechless.
Chao Jinsui endured the throbbing in her temples and frowned. "This Love Gu... what is actually going on with it?"
She was, of course, deeply concerned about her current state. She had only just obtained the Kunlun Sword and hadn't had time to attune to it, let alone study the heritage left by the Sect Founder. To be hit with this mess at such a juncture, "unlucky" was an understatement.
However, she wasn't overly worried about the "unstable soul" the System mentioned. In the cultivation world, such a condition usually followed a possession or a soul-transfer; it wasn't rare, and solutions could always be found.
Instead, it was the sensation brought by the Love Gu that night that was truly harrowing. Her mind had been a blur of chaos, leaving only that singular, driving voice. She had lost all capacity for rational thought, acting purely on the instinct to get closer to him.
She realized then that this Love Gu wasn't some minor nuisance she could ignore by dealing with it once every three months. She could not allow such a massive vulnerability to remain in her body.
"I can tolerate an unstable soul," she frowned, "but I will never allow myself to be controlled by some heterodox sorcery."
The System shared her sentiment. It had tried calling out to its host earlier, but while she was under the Love Gu's control, its voice had been like a stone sinking into a vast, silent ocean.
The System hadn't found any records of this in the original plot. After all, in her previous life, Chao Jinsui’s reaction had been too swift she had forced the Love Gu out using a suicidal method, so the parasite had never left a lasting mark on the narrative.
However, the System managed to find a clue within the underlying logic of the story:
"Host, this Love Gu isn't like a simple aphrodisiac. I'm afraid the 'once every three months' solution is merely a temporary reprieve."
Chao Jinsui: "What do you mean?"
"It seems," the System replied, "that this Love-Gu can be manipulated."
She wanted to press further, but a sharp, stabbing pain suddenly bloomed in her mind.
An unstable soul was like a crumbling foundation; the moment she exerted too much effort or forcibly channeled her spiritual energy, her spirit felt as though it might drift away from her physical shell.
She sighed, ceasing her forced contemplation. She told the System to investigate further and drifted back into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, Hong Niang went out to feed "Little Eyes." She and the beast's four heads watched in unison as the Demon Lord leaped across the roof of the Wuxiang Pavilion, heading in the direction of the icy lake. In the dead of winter, they thought they heard a faint splash.
Hong Niang and Little Eyes exchanged a look.
While the Demon Lord certainly had many quirks such as his penchant for kicking subordinates, his habit of staring people to death, his constant lecturing on the "indecent behavior" of other demons, and his pickiness regarding demonic fashion. Was "jumping into a lake at midnight" a newly added symptom?
The monk Guangping, who was passing by, put his palms together and sighed:
"What is this thing called love!"
The next morning, Chao Jinsui did not see the devil again.
Her headache had subsided. Her conscience pricked her slightly, but not enough to ruin her appetite. Instead, she calmly sipped her porridge while chatting with Hong Niang.
Hong Niang was quite easy to get along with and had lived in the cultivation world before. If one ignored her three heads, she was much like the young girl Ling Yun, though perhaps a bit overly enthusiastic.
One look at the eternal night outside the window told Jinsui she was in the Demon Realm.
However, this wasn't the capital, Fengdu, nor was it anywhere near the Demon Palace. It was a courtyard nestled halfway up a mountain valley. The demonic energy here was sparse, so much that even some resilient spiritual herbs could survive. Ignoring the perpetual darkness, the scenery was unexpectedly lovely.
"This place is called Wuxiang Valley," Hong Niang said with a beam. "His Majesty said it was the perfect place for you to recuperate."
The master of Wuxiang Valley was named Guang Ping, a monk of high attainment and, supposedly, the devil’s closest confidant. If demon generals like Mo Xie were peripheral figures, then Guang Ping and Hong Niang were the true inner circle.
(Little Eyes didn't count; Little Eyes was a pet.)
Monk Guang Ping was a master of medicine, and his valley was the most tranquil spot in the entire Demon Realm. It was here the devil had brought her in a frantic rush the previous night, nearly turning the peaceful valley upside down.
Chao Jinsui soon met this legendary "best friend."
Guang Ping wore black Buddhist robes and radiated a gentle, approachable aura. He greeted her with a formal Buddhist salute. If one ignored the fact that his prayer beads were carved from bone, he was indistinguishable from the traveling monks of the cultivation world.
However, he was a Demon Monk.
According to Hong Niang, there was a saying: "Face the wall for ten years to break through the barrier." Guang Ping had not only failed to break through but had suffered a cultivation deviation and fallen into the demonic path. He had then quite nonchalantly moved to the Demon Realm to continue his "asceticism," eventually joining the young devil’s cause decades ago.
Driven by a rare spark of curiosity, she asked, "Does the Master wish to 'guide' the demons within this realm?"
This wasn't uncommon among Buddhist cultivators; they were the primary force trying to bridge the gap between humans and demons, often willing to sacrifice themselves for the Dao.
Guang Ping smiled faintly. "Indeed. This humble monk has already delivered nine hundred and ninety demons."
"Delivered them where?"
Guang Ping pressed his palms together. "Delivered them... to the Western Paradise of the Buddha"
Chao Jinsui: "..."
She took a sip of tea. Truly, it is not strange at all that he turned to the demonic path.
Guang Ping took her pulse. As expected, he clicked his beads together, not appearing overly concerned about the unstable soul.
"There is a soul-supplementing method that will surely have a miraculous effect. You need not worry, Miss."
His tone shifted. "However, the Love Gu remains in your body. If we rashly supplement the soul, I fear the Gu will trigger a backlash."
All Gu (a type of poisonous insect) was, by nature, a parasitic evil. Regardless of its intended purpose, it would seize any opportunity to gnaw at its host to strengthen itself. If she attempted to mend her soul while her body was in a weakened state, the thing would immediately revolt.
Fortunately, Chao Jinsui possessed the Kunlun Sword, a fierce, ominous artifact to suppress it. Otherwise, she wouldn't even be able to sit here drinking tea.
The young man who stepped through the curtain just then happened to catch that last sentence. He gave a cold snort and sat on the other side of Guang Ping, pointedly avoiding her.
He watched her with a sinister, brooding gaze, occasionally baring his snow-white fangs as if he truly wished to bite her to death.
Yes, the devil had spent the entire night in the icy lake.
Initially, he had been livid, wanting to drag her out for an interrogation. But as his rationality returned along with his freezing, dripping hair he quickly pieced together the truth.
The Love-Gu. It was definitely that wretched Love-Gu!
He knew it was that damn thing! When she had kissed him, she hadn't said a word; her eyes had been glazed, completely different from her usual clear, cold composure.
He also realized the gravity of the situation. This Love-Gu was different from the last time; it seemed to have been nurtured into something much stronger. During the first flare-up, she had been in agony but remained conscious with a choice. This time, she had been reduced to pure instinct.
With Guang Ping’s explanation, Jinsui felt a weight lift. She turned to the devil, offering him that same sincere, upright look.
His face was as dark as a thundercloud as he shot her a glare.
Regardless of whether she was controlled by the Gu to kiss him and then immediately pull up the covers, cough twice about a headache, and dismiss him like that... it was enough to make a demon’s blood boil!
What made him even angrier was the fact that he had actually let himself be dismissed!
The demon was furious.
She kisses him? Oh, it’s just the Love-Gu.
He tries to kiss her? She faints, her head hurts, she’s too sick to move.
Meeting his glare, she quietly took another sip of tea, thinking to herself:
How can I be blamed for something I did while under the control of a Gu?
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