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CHAPTER 40: Daily Life of Cohabitation in the Demon Realm (Part II)
It was as if a scene from the past was replaying, except this time, the one caught off guard and forced into a passive role was her.
She had never experienced a kiss while fully conscious. His kiss was exactly like the man himself: overbearing and savage, possessing the raw, primal power of the wilderness. Seizing the moment her mind went blank, he pried open her soft lips and teeth, conquering her territory with fierce aggression.
Even without the Love Gu, her breath turned scalding, their respirations intertwining like a hurried, urgent melody.
Blood dripped steadily, making the kiss feel both bloody and interminable.
Her instinct was to struggle, but she could feel the Kunlun Sword slicing through his flesh. As the blood continued to patter down, she realized that he felt no pain; the more she moved, the tighter he restrained her, and the faster the blood flowed.
In the end, she did not pull away.
Amidst his greedy demands, she managed to gasp, "Yan, mmph…"
But all sound was smothered in her throat as she was pulled once more into a dizzying vortex.
Finally, she grasped his fingers and applied slight pressure, causing the Kunlun Sword to slip from his hand and clatter onto the floor.
He seemed only then to remember the sword’s existence. A hoarse laugh bubbled in his throat. He caught her fingers, tilted her chin up, and deepened the kiss as if intent on devouring her whole.
It was like the licking of a wild beast.
They allowed the blood to trail down their necks, creating a scene that was both decadent and eerie.
A long time passed before he rested his forehead against hers, opening his eyes to look at her with a laugh. Both had disheveled black hair and ragged breaths.
As he laughed, his long fingers reached out to touch her soft lips, rubbing them in an ambiguous, suggestive manner.
She tried to turn her head away to avoid his gaze, but his eyes remained deathly locked onto hers. She attempted to appear indifferent and calm herself, but her rapid breathing and messy hair betrayed her.
His gaze was scorching, their breaths mingling, as if something were on the verge of erupting. The beast, suppressed for so long, finally stopped concealing its hunger; his look was almost carnal.
Just as he moved to kiss her again, the sound of Ran Yang knocking on the door drifted in from outside.
Ran Yang was shrewd; unless it was a matter of great importance, he would never dare disturb them at a moment like this.
The demon’s movements stiffened. His dark eyes lingered on her before he reluctantly pulled back from her lips. Like a raging fire that had been barred from rising any higher, the temperature finally dropped slightly, sparing her from being melted by the heat.
As the scalding intensity receded and the pressure lifted, she let out a visible sigh of relief.
He noticed her small reaction, tilted his head, and gave her a smile of absolute certainty. It was as if he were saying he wasn't in a hurry, he had all the time in the world.
Back in the Demon Realm, the Demon Lord had to attend to various affairs. As the master of this realm, he could usually dump the work on Guang Ping, but now that he was physically in the palace, there was no escape.
Though he was displeased at being interrupted, he carried a sense of post-gratification joy. Like a single drop of sweetness dangled before him for decades, now that he had finally tasted it, he was loath to finish it. He would treasure her, feeling satisfied just by looking at her occasionally, like a greedy, miserly dragon guarding its most precious hoard.
He could now be certain that none of this was a dream.
The mere thought of her being inside this palace made this place, where he had lived for years feeling nothing but emptiness and solitude, seem wonderful.
The Demon Lord departed from the room, and the tension that had been compressed to the point of being suffocating gradually dissipated.
She had never truly believed he was a demon easily controlled. Yet, day after day, she had indeed lowered her guard amidst his displays of vulnerability. She had truly grown accustomed to her way of "soothing" him, thinking that would suffice to keep the peace.
As her focus shifted toward the Heaven-Mending Stones, she had even begun to forget how terrifying and dangerous her old nemesis could be.
To mistake this demon for a tame creature was a grave error. He was clearly a wolf whose greed could never be sated.
The cold, dark-haired girl adjusted the wick of the Evernight Candle, her profile flickering in the light. After a long silence, the System finally spoke up: "Host, what is wrong with you?"
She snapped out of her daze, smoothing her messy hair and her slightly crumpled skirt. The demon had left, yet his presence seemed to permeate every inch of the bedroom.
The System whispered, "In the past, weren't you…"
Back when the System mistakenly believed that conquering the Demon Lord was the key to saving everything, her attitude had been much more natural and relaxed, as if everything were under her control. That incomparable confidence had led the System to believe she was a natural-born romance genius.
She remained silent for a while before answering, "Because in the past, I only felt guilt. I simply wanted to be kinder to him; I had no selfish motives."
The System didn't understand. "And now?"
She didn't answer. She simply picked up the scattered incense, sat on the couch, and poured herself some tea.
She gulped down cup after cup of cold tea, yet a subtle, unignorable sting remained on her lips, and her tongue felt numb. It felt as if she had swallowed a pungent, choking, and intoxicating liquor.
Turning toward the bronze mirror, she saw that the person reflected within looked as though they had indeed been drinking. Her eyes were no longer clear and steady, but hazy and tipsy; a flush of crimson, unprecedented in its depth, spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.
The night should have been chaotic, yet strangely, in this unfamiliar Demon Palace where she ought to have been on high alert, she slept remarkably well.
She had a dreamless night.
Early the next morning, the ground began to shake. She pulled back the curtains, thinking something had happened, only to find Little Eyes rolling around in front of the palace.
In its true form, Little Eyes was nearly half the size of a mountain; its movements were enough to make the earth tremble.
As she watched from the window, she noticed a small, unknown black flower climbing up the sill. When she rested her finger on the ledge, the flower immediately wound around her slender digit like a unique floral ring.
"That is a spiritual plant that blooms by sensing the emotions carried within demonic qi. It is the only flower capable of growing in the depths of the Demon Realm."
The speaker was Ran Yang, who was outside feeding Little Eyes.
Rarely curious, she asked, "What is its name?"
Ran Yang turned with a smile. "The Demon-Vine Flower."
Ran Yang also possessed two demon horns, but they were different from the Demon Lord’s; they resembled ram horns. "However, since the Demon Palace was built and these vines were planted, they have never bloomed."
Yet this morning, the Demon-Vines had suddenly burst into a riot of blossoms overnight, growing wildly.
She looked down and saw the tiny flower extending its black vine, wrapping around her finger and swaying joyfully in the wind. Another small black blossom drifted into her palm, tickling her.
The once-empty palace now possessed a brilliant, eerie beauty.
Just as she was about to speak, she saw the demon walking toward her. His face, which had been expressionless as if someone owed him a fortune in spirit stones, instantly became animated the moment he saw her.
As if confirming Ran Yang’s words, the buds on her hand immediately sensed the emotions in his demonic qi and bloomed instantly.
Seeing her smiling as he approached, the demon felt baffled and gave her a suspicious look. He leaned in, saw the small flowers on her hand, and plucked them into a crumpled heap. "What are you smiling at?"
She glanced at the flowers that were now blooming even more vibrantly and cleared her throat. "I quite like this Demon-Vine Flower."
The demon glanced at the common flower and thought: Next time, I must give her something else. This flower is ordinary and grows everywhere; it isn't worthy of her. She deserves only the most expensive flowers in the world.
He didn't say this aloud, however, and simply pulled her along.
Life in the Demon Palace was actually quite pleasant. No one dared to disturb them, making it very peaceful. Generally, the Demon Lord only summoned his generals for major issues; if anyone bothered him for no reason, he would likely kick them into the Myriad Demon Abyss to wail for their parents.
Furthermore, they had a top-tier chef , Ran Yang. His cooking was world-class. Cultivators usually neglected their palates, making spiritual food that was bland and tasteless, but demons had no such qualms, if it tasted good, that was enough.
In the past, Ran Yang’s skills were wasted. The Demon Lord was like a chronic anorexic with no interest in food, and Little Eyes swallowed everything in one gulp like a pig.
A steaming bowl of noodles was placed before her, topped with neatly sliced, perfectly roasted spiritual beast meat. Surrounding the bowl were seven or eight side dishes.
She took a bite and suddenly felt that the delicacies beneath the Kunlun Sword Sect were dull in comparison. "Excellent skill," she praised.
Ran Yang looked moved.
She reflexively said, "Yanyan, try this."
The moment the words left her mouth, Ran Yang’s expression changed, and he looked at the Demon Lord warily.
When the demon was young, life was hard; he ate cold, hard buns that were often filthy and caused stomach pain. He had developed a severe aversion to food ever since. Since achieving Inedia, he never touched spiritual food again. No matter how fancy Ran Yang made it, a single glance reminded him of the taste of his childhood, and he lost all interest.
Yan Xueyi should have been utterly uninterested.
But for some reason, seeing her eat with such elegance and enjoyment made him think it might actually taste good. To Ran Yang’s shock, the Demon Lord suddenly snatched a slice of meat from her bowl.
He tasted it and frowned. "It's alright."
Chao Jinsui: So why did he eat from my bowl?
She soon realized that inviting this demon to eat with her was a mistake. Every time she reached for a side dish, the demon would intercept her in mid-air.
She suddenly channeled a bit of spiritual qi, her chopsticks moving like lightning. One flew toward the demon while the other aimed for a piece of meat. Just as she was about to succeed, he caught her chopsticks.
The Demon: "Ha!"
The Demon: "Hahaha!"
Chao Jinsui: "How old are you exactly?"
War broke out. The chopsticks moved so fast they became a blur.
Ran Yang: "Wait, couldn't I just bring another bowl?"
He moved to the kitchen, but the Demon Lord spoke up: "No need. Food tastes better when you have to fight for it."
Ran Yang: "?"
In the end, the battle concluded with both sets of chopsticks being knocked away. Neither of them got much to eat.
The demon pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his hands and raised an eyebrow at her. They sat facing each other as if they were about to discuss a matter of state, though the way he leaned back made him look more like a debt collector preparing to demand payment.
The events of the previous night flashed through her mind, and she immediately looked for an excuse to leave. To anyone else, she looked like the debtor who couldn't pay.
The demon had truly caught her off guard last night.
What did he mean, "You want me to be your dog"?
And "That wouldn't be so bad"?
She often thought his tendency to bite was like a large dog, and she had learned how to soothe him to keep him stable, but he was, after all, a demon, the reincarnation of a ferocious Demon God.
Yet this demon suddenly didn't want to be a man or a demon, saying it wouldn't be bad to be her dog. She had never encountered such a thing!
But the "debt collector" suddenly changed his tune. "Do you want to go to the Myriad Demon Abyss to practice your sword?"
She froze.
"Follow me," he said.
Sure enough, a moment later, she followed him.
The Great Demon narrowed his beautiful eyes, watching her with immense satisfaction as she pursed her lips. He curled his lips into a wicked smile. He was like a dragon that had carried its treasure back to its lair and confirmed it was still there.
He understood her; he knew that what she needed most right now was to consolidate her cultivation. And where in this world was there a better place for a sword cultivator than the Myriad Demon Abyss?
It was filled with countless chaotic, evil newborn demons, most of whom lacked self-awareness and were simply clouds of chaotic demonic qi. It was the perfect training ground, a natural whetstone.
Years ago, it had been a place of extreme danger for both of them. But now, her cultivation had reached the mid-stage of Nascent Soul; the Myriad Demon Abyss was no longer a place of no return. In fact, if she wanted to accumulate experience and stabilize her realm quickly, it was the best choice.
She couldn't refuse him.
And so, she followed the demon to the Myriad Demon Abyss. It was like a massive rift had been carved into the earth of the Demon Realm, stretching across the horizon and plunging to unknowable, bottomless depths. It looked like a cavernous mouth ready to swallow anyone whole.
No one knew what lay at the very bottom, or exactly how deep it was.
They arrived at the outermost edge, far from the depths. The demon stopped and had no intention of following her in.
"Do not go into the depths. If the demonic qi becomes too overwhelming to bear, return immediately."
"Alright."
"If an accident occurs, you can call for the Inner Demon."
"Alright."
He looked at her deeply, then suddenly lowered his head to lean close. His breath was hot against her cheek, and the world around them fell silent.
He suddenly smiled. "Come back early."
He had only experienced one day of having a "home." While eating with her, he almost felt like a normal person. Without her, the palace wouldn't feel like home; it would return to being cold and lifeless.
After a moment, the demon transformed into black mist and vanished.
She flicked the tip of her sword and, without looking back, flew down into the abyss.
Only after the demon's shadow had disappeared did she slowly calm down. The further she went, the more she found herself surrounded by a dense, silent darkness. Every so often, shrieking demonic qi would roar toward her, only to be knocked aside by her Kunlun Sword.
There wasn't a trace of light; the darkness seemed endless.
This wasn't her first time here, but it was her first time being conscious. Looking at this place where light never reached, a place where one couldn't even sleep in peace, how many years had the little demon spent here? Six? Five?
She didn't know.
And this was only the outermost layer, containing only chaotic qi and no powerful demons.
She let out a sigh, struck down a demon, and sat cross-legged in a corner.
During her battle with the giant stone beast, she had broken through to the Thousand-Jin Realm. On the way back to the Demon Realm, she had turned to the next page of the Kunlun Sword Manual: the fourth stage, the Golden Bell Realm.
She had tried it against the stone beast but could only manage to defend small areas. The demonstration by the "Little Golden Man" in her mind was simple: she needed to cover her entire body with the inscriptions of small golden swords. This way, as long as she circulated the manual, she wouldn't need to divert her attention to defense while wielding her sword.
She sat in the corner of the abyss, letting the golden inscriptions crawl up her face. It made her look like a deity, possessing a strange sense of compassion.
In this chaotic darkness, the golden light was incredibly conspicuous. Countless wisps of demonic qi swarmed toward her like moths to a flame. The chaotic roars of their attacks were instantly repelled by the golden inscriptions.
The Founder of her sect had not been narrow-minded; while creating the Kunlun Sword Manual, he had drawn from many sources. Clearly, the Golden Bell Realm was influenced by Buddhist cultivation techniques.
At first, the inscriptions were faint, but with each successive impact, they became more solid. This was far more effective than practicing against the Little Golden Man in her sea of consciousness. The Myriad Demon Abyss truly was a sacred ground for cultivation.
Gradually, she realized the demons here were inexhaustible. There were always more shrieking clouds of qi flying toward her. She had to strengthen her defense repeatedly as the Kunlun Sword let out a low hum.
Much later, when she felt the demonic qi in the vicinity thinning, she stood up and moved deeper.
Soon, she witnessed the sight of "ten thousand demons climbing the abyss." It wasn't a grand or magnificent scene; rather, it was a cramped, frantic struggle. Countless black mists surged upward, trampling those below with utter disregard. Accompanied by the slaughter between demons, it was a scene of pure chaos.
This was still just the outer layer. The demons appearing were of the lowest grade, chaotic qi with no intellect, knowing only to kill and devour. Yet the cruel rules of survival were already on full display.
She stopped there.
Back then, when the little demon’s cultivation was low, had he also climbed up like this with gritted teeth? Trampling others, being trampled upon, fighting his way up while dragging her along as a burden?
Did he save her simply to repay a debt?
But he was lawless and far from a man of virtue; he was an infamous demon.
The place where he had kissed her yesterday suddenly became incredibly hot, as if the scorching heat of that kiss still lingered there.
She found a place to sit and activated the Golden Bell Realm once more, the inscriptions climbing up her face.
However, she heard the voice of the Sword Spirit: "If your heart is not steady, how can you be as unshakeable as a Golden Bell?"
She steadied her mind and tried to calm down as the inscriptions spread across her body.
The Sword Spirit spoke lazily: "In this world, only an outsider is truly calm. If you are a player in the game but wish to remain as indifferent as before, you are dreaming."
It was rare for it not to mock her, but the words felt very pointed.
She ignored the spirit. Her black hair fluttered in the golden light as she allowed the inscriptions to cover her face.
The Sword Spirit added idly: "The Golden Bell Realm should be the easiest for you, but your conviction is lacking."
Conviction?
Sword Spirit: "The conviction to protect yourself. But for a stupid cultivator like you, I doubt you have a strong desire to protect yourself. Perhaps think about protecting someone else."
She paused.
She tried to imagine: what if she were the little demon from back then? How strong would her conviction have to be to carry a person on her back and climb out of this ten-thousand-foot abyss?
She gathered all the spiritual qi in her Dantian. Gradually, the golden inscriptions brightened and surged, covering nearly half her body. Countless roaring demons surged toward her, wave after wave crashing against the golden sword inscriptions.
It was like a series of washings; each wave made the inscriptions brighter and the Golden Bell Realm more powerful.
She had never thought about conviction before, but once she realized it, her progress was divinely aided. She fell into a strange state of meditative trance.
She realized the Myriad Demon Abyss wasn't the ideal place for this, but weighing the rarity of the opportunity, she decided to continue. As long as she had a sliver of spiritual qi, she could maintain the technique. She might never be pushed to her limit like this again; she wanted to see just how far her limit went and how much chaotic qi this Golden Bell could withstand.
Seeing that she hadn't returned for a long time, the demon went to the abyss to find her.
He had intended to stroll in and see what the sword cultivator was up to, only to find a disturbance. The shrieking demons were swarming frantically toward one direction, as if something were there.
He indeed found her figure. The girl sat cross-legged on a rock, her short black hair fluttering, the golden inscriptions still emitting light but beginning to dim.
She had actually fallen into a deep trance!
He thought she had some common sense, but he hadn't expected her to be this obsessed with training. She was trying to test her limits, but this was the Myriad Demon Abyss! She actually dared to go into a deep trance here!
His heart nearly leapt out of his chest, especially as the golden light on her body grew dimmer. If she didn't wake in time, she would become just another bit of fodder for the abyss!
Demonic qi exploded from him instantly, forcing back the unending swarm of demons. He strode over, scooped her up, and headed back toward the palace with a dark, brooding expression.
A long time passed before she finally emerged from the trance. Opening her eyes, she realized she was no longer in the abyss but in the Demon Palace.
"Yanyan?"
He sat silently to the side, looking like a tall black ghost as he stared at her coldly without a word.
She sat up. "Yanyan."
His face was so dark it seemed it might drip ink. He had never been this angry. His demonic qi was surging, and his phoenix eyes were filled with violent rage.
"Have you lost your mind? Entering a trance in the Myriad Demon Abyss?"
"If you wish for death, I can accommodate you at any time."
She said softly, "I do not wish for death."
The pressure he emitted was terrifyingly low. He stared at her with an overwhelming intensity, his voice slow and mocking.
"Then tell me. What other life-saving measure do you have?"
He looked as if he were waiting to see what excuse she could possibly come up with.
She was silent for a moment, then spoke softly:
"You."
She was not a golden statue of Buddha; how could she be entirely void of desire? She was not a hollow deity; how could she pretend not to see or hear?
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