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CHAPTER 55: The One-Month Covenant (Part III)
Chao Jinsui intended to feign an illness.
She knew this devil would surely soften. For all his fierce appearance, he actually cared for her deeply. At the time, she thought her actions might be a bit despicable, but if she fell ill, he would stay, and she could use the recovery as a chance to have a proper heart-to-heart.
In her previous life, she had indeed done many things to hurt him and said many heartless words. This was indisputable, and thus, a little trickery was necessary.
She asked the System if it could alter her pulse; the System said it was entirely possible. She also asked if it could make her cough up a few mouthfuls of blood; the System said there was no problem at all. Having been ill for a long time in her past life, acting the part was not difficult. In an instant, her face turned pale, her coughing became incessant, and the small building was filled with the bitter scent of medicine.
Everything was ready, and she only awaited the "east wind"
But the devil beat her to it. His face went ghostly pale, and he collapsed directly onto her. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and lost consciousness immediately.
She reached out and found her hand covered in Blood. She fell into a deep silence.
This blood... should I still spit mine out?
She didn't quite believe it at first. As she dragged the devil onto the bed, she eyed his complexion with suspicion. The timing was far too coincidental, and she herself wasn't exactly innocent in her intentions. Because she had planned to fake an illness, she immediately doubted him when he did the same. He had been perfectly fine yesterday, so how could he look like he was at death’s door today?
Thus, she sat down by the bedside.
"Yanyan, in my previous life, I didn't know you liked me. I didn't know the person who saved me in the Myriad Demon Abyss was you."
"Back then, I was bound by the Oaths of Heavenly Dao. Many things were beyond my control, and I didn't know what kind of devil you were. I had many misunderstandings about you, which led to how I treated you in the end."
Her voice was very soft.
"This life is different. Yanyan, I like you."
The devil thought: Sweet words and honeyed phrases. Does she think that by saying a few nice things, I will forgive her so easily?
But her voice gradually grew dejected. "Yanyan, when you aren't here, I miss you a lot."
The surrounding air seemed to go still.
The devil mocked himself in his heart: See? She says she misses you, and you already start to waver.
Someone leaned close to him, and a kiss fell upon him. Her lips were soft yet slightly cool, like a snowflake landing on the tip of his nose. She then kissed his eyelashes and his tightly closed, thin lips.
The devil remained silent.
During those seven days, he had often thought of her kisses, and of her calling him "My Yanyan." Yet, he also felt that the place where she had stabbed his chest was empty and hollow. He loved her, yet he hated her. But when her kiss landed on his cheek, gentle and a bit clumsy, he realized he couldn't bear to let go.
She believed the devil was faking his illness, so she took the opportunity to speak her true feelings. She knew he wouldn't reconcile with her so easily this time. When the devil’s long eyelashes fluttered, about to open his phoenix eyes.
She actually felt a spark of nervousness in her heart.
Would he coldly utter harsh words, or would he mock her for her hollow sentiments? She was a coward; she feared he was truly heartbroken and that his first words would be to sever all ties with her.
But she had overthought it. The devil was actually terrified that if he spoke, the first thing he would say was that he forgave her.
He had only been estranged from her for seven days before coming back to find her. If she said two nice words and he immediately forgave her, wouldn't that make him too "cheap"? How could the dignified Demon Lord fall to such a state?
Consequently, in the next second, the Demon Lord opened his eyes and sat up with a deathly pale face. Just as he was about to say something, he began to cough violently, spitting blood as he did so.
She tried to pat his back, but he fell forward directly. He didn't fall toward the bed, nor toward the floor; he specifically collapsed onto her.
Sui: "..."
The Demon Lord, leaning against her, let out a cold, triumphant smirk behind her back. He had truly allowed Guang Ping to strike him with a palm. To make it convincing, he had even used demonic energy to disguise his pulse. Even if a Great Golden Immortal arrived, they would think he was dying!
The devil thought: You told me to get lost, so I'll show you how I die.
She reached for his pulse, and her heart sank. His internal breath was chaotic, and his heart vessels were trembling. Why did it truly look like he was near the end?
She grew suspicious: Could this devil actually be injured?
Whether he was faking it or not, the blood he spat was real. She rummaged through the small building and found a bottle of Bodhi Seeds. Bodhi Seeds were a supreme healing holy product. Without another thought, she fed him a few.
Seeing that the devil had no reaction, she simply stayed by his bedside. She stroked his pale cheek and softly called out, "Yanyan."
As she watched him, she grew sleepy. She had been unable to sleep lately, but with him by her side, she drifted off in moments.
As soon as she closed her eyes, the Demon Lord who had looked half-dead just a moment ago, immediately opened his eyes. He looked ready to go out and kill ten people on the spot. He stared at her with a resentful, flickering expression. He didn't know how long he stared, looking as if he wanted to kill her.
In the end, he didn't lift a finger. Instead, he pinched her face and tugged it outward. He thought: I should draw a few more turtles on her face to vent the hatred in my heart.
The next day, Chao Jinsui found Granny Shui. To be honest, she still didn't quite believe it; she felt there was a trick involved.
If you said the devil was truly sick, he managed to fall onto her with unerring accuracy every time. But if you said he was faking, his pulse was right there, and he truly appeared heavily injured. Furthermore, those Bodhi Seeds were supreme healing items; even Chao Zhaoyue had recovered quickly from his injuries with them. How could this devil still look half-dead after an entire night?
Granny Shui’s expression was extremely grave. "His heart vessels are damaged. Since the Bodhi Seeds were ineffective, you should find a doctor from the Demon Race to take a look."
Her heart sank. Upon stepping out, she ran into Chao Zhaoyue. He looked at her, appearing as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Chao Jinsui asked, "What happened?"
Chao Zhaoyue wavered for a moment. "Yesterday, while the Demon Lord was hunting down the remnants of the Nie Hie, he was ambushed. He was injured and fell off a cliff. His life or death is unknown. The news has spread, and the entire Demon Realm knows."
Did he really get hurt?
Was she so suspicious because of her own guilty conscience that she had misunderstood him? After thinking it over, she headed straight for the Wuxiang Valley and found Guang Ping.
She asked, "What exactly happened?"
Guang Ping replied, "Lately, the Lord often couldn't distinguish whether he was the Devil God or Yan Xueyi. He was frequently in a trance, his expression was ghastly, and his demonic energy even went berserk once."
The story was starting to become believable.
Guang Ping continued, "A few days ago, as soon as the Lord returned, he looked as if he had suffered some great blow. He was utterly disheartened. He didn't eat or drink for seven days in the Wuxiang Valley. This humble monk does not know what occurred."
Although fasting for seven days wouldn't harm the Demon Lord, he could fast for seven hundred years and still slap Guang Ping into the horizon, it served to illustrate his mood.
"Yesterday, when he went to hunt the remnants of the Nie Hie, the Lord was already distracted. It was that momentary lapse that allowed the ambush to succeed."
Regardless, Chao Jinsui asked Guang Ping to check on the devil's condition. Thus, Guang Ping suffered.
Initially, he made up a story about heart vessel issues, but the Demon Lord sent a telepathic message: "I don't think I'm sick enough."
If Guang Ping had hair, it would surely be falling out by now. Fortunately, he had already taken the shortcut and shaved off his three thousand threads of worry. In the end, a minor illness became a major one, and a major illness became terminal.
At first: "The Demon Lord is too heavily injured. The heart vessels affect the whole body; he cannot move his demonic energy for now and must stay in bed to recover."
Next: "The Demon Lord currently cannot distinguish himself from the Devil God. He has suffered a deviation in cultivation, and his soul is severely shaken."
Finally: "It is possible... that for this period of time, he will be no different from a mortal."
Guang Ping: This monk's conscience hurts!
To make the Demon Lord’s illness seem less absurd, he wrung his brain to weave a narrative, trying his best to explain the bizarre condition rationally until his throat was dry. Thus, within a short half-hour, the great devil's condition took a turn for the worse.
Sui: "..."
She had only wanted to spit some blood; her plan had been a bit too conservative. But when she checked his pulse, it matched what Guang Ping said.
Chao Jinsui knew this devil; she knew he was harshest toward himself. Her heart sank slightly: Did this devil really torment himself into this state?
She asked Guang Ping again, "He took two Bodhi Seeds; why hasn't he woken up?"
Guang Ping checked the Demon Lord’s pulse and fell into silence.
Guang Ping: A monk does not lie. I am in a dilemma!
Guang Ping: Forget it, I’ve already fallen into the demonic path.
Guang Ping: But saying these things is still so painful!
Guang Ping spoke with a distorted expression, "The Demon Lord... his heart is broken and he wishes for death. He is unwilling to wake up."
Sui: "..."
She took a sip of tea and asked, "Then what should be done?"
Guang Ping: "Miss Chao, you can enter the Demon Lord's sea of consciousness to see if you can wake him."
In the past, when she wanted to enter his sea of consciousness, the devil had refused, insisting instead on loitering in hers. This was her first time stepping into his.
A thousand miles of red wilderness, it looked a bit like the Demon Realm, but the only difference was that when she looked up, she saw a full moon. That bright moon shone for thousands of miles, illuminating the entire desolate sea of consciousness.
The devil was the final reincarnation of the Devil God; he should have been without attachments. Where did this moon come from? It was just like the "Sui Sui Ping An" (Peace Year After Year), hiding the devil's unspeakable, unvoiced affection.
She thought: Coward!
Why didn't he tell her sooner? But then she remembered how the young devil wouldn't tell her he was the one who saved her in the Abyss because of his own miserable state. It was the same now. The devil had a strong sense of pride and never wanted to show his soft side to others, just like a hedgehog.
After searching for a while, she finally saw that familiar back on a cliffside. The wind blew his long hair, and his beautiful face was expressionless, momentarily looking exactly like the Devil God.
He said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
She thought: Didn't you let me come?
But she couldn't say that. They had been in a cold war for a long time. If she made him fly into a rage out of shame, what if this petty devil immediately severed ties with her?
She spoke softly, "I heard from Guang Ping that you were heavily injured. I was worried about you, so I came to find you."
The devil stared at her and said gloomily, "After what you did to me, aren't you afraid I'll kill you here?"
She approached him. For every step she took closer, the devil leaned back a bit further. She simply held the devil's face in her hands and whispered, "Yanyan, would you have the heart to extinguish your moon?"
Silence fell over the surroundings.
Look at this moonlight spanning thousands of miles. Countless times he had looked up, relying on that high-hanging moon to get through the long nights. He had watched the moonlight for nearly a hundred years; how could he have the heart to extinguish the full moon in his heart?
After a long time, he turned his head away in self-mockery. The moonlight illuminated the devil’s exceptionally handsome profile, his long hair fluttering in the wind, but his voice was full of bitterness.
"You are just bullying me."
Bullying the fact that he liked her. Even if it happened a thousand or ten thousand times, he couldn't bear to extinguish that moon.
But what about her? In her heart, what was he?
He rose to leave, but her voice came from behind him. "Yanyan, what you said is wrong."
The devil immediately let out a cold sneer.
"I'm not bullying you," she said seriously. "I'm coaxing you."
The devil's footsteps faltered.
When the Demon Lord was in Wuxiang Valley, he truly felt he was being pathetic in front of her. He hadn't killed her, but instead hid away like a coward. Even when he was faking his illness and heard her sweet words, he felt she was bullying him, bullying him because he liked her and couldn't bear to leave her no matter what.
It was as she said: Would you have the heart to extinguish your moon?
A surge of anger had been hidden in the depths of his heart, but it didn't make him violent; it only made his heart feel sour and astringent. He felt like he had become a sour orange, only tasting a tiny bit of sweetness before being overwhelmed by tart emotions.
The reincarnation of the Devil God lacked many things, so he didn't know what this sour feeling was called.
But she said she wasn't bullying him; she was coaxing him. Thus, that nameless anger slowly dissipated, and the sour emotions began to recede. During this time away from her, the anger, hatred, and sadness all seemed to be smoothed over by her single sentence.
He was like a puppy that had been abandoned once; if she kissed him, the puppy would return to her side.
Yet on the surface, he still let out a cold laugh. "I am not a three-year-old child."
"Who asked you to coax me?"
She ignored the devil's cold laugh. If someone else heard his harsh tone, they would surely be scared away, but she was coming to understand him more each day. How could she not know what he was thinking?
He spat blood, he fainted, wasn't he clearly telling her: Hurry up and coax me?
The ladder he provided was so obvious. He was already "heartbroken and wishing for death"; if she didn't coax him, was she even human? He was already "terminally ill"; if she didn't take the initiative to reconcile, was she even human? He was spitting blood; if she didn't feel sorry for him, was she even human?
...
Thus, she skipped the topic entirely. She fell silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "Yanyan, does it hurt?"
She was asking him if it hurt when she stabbed him in their previous life.
He fell silent. After a long time, he asked back mockingly, "I don't feel pain, didn't you know?"
It shouldn't have hurt. It just felt like his chest was empty, as if a piece of his heart had been carved out.
She hugged him tightly and said, "Not anymore. Never again."
He didn't speak. She said, "I can't bear to do it anymore."
…
The devil opened his eyes and looked at her sleeping face. Never had he been so clear-headed. He couldn't bear to leave his moon.
However, the devil still didn't plan to give up on faking his illness. He knew what kind of person she was: she always pitied the weak. Toward those who were fragile, she always adopted a protective stance. Conversely, she was quite wary of him as the reincarnation of the Demon God, perhaps a subconscious reaction to the Heavenly Dao.
Then it was simple: wouldn't it be enough to become the "weak one" she pitied?
Doing this was risky. He had truly injured himself; if she wanted to strike now, she could take his life at any time. The devil was sometimes like a madman. Knowing she was the Heavenly Dao and having been stabbed by her in a past life, his most rational and safest move would be to kill her to end all future troubles. Yet now, not only did he not kill her, but he came before her injured, obsessively handing her the blade just to see if she would stab him again.
He thought he might be insane. He told himself: I will give her one last chance.
The devil thought: You want me to get lost? Not a chance!
The devil would never admit that he missed her to death. Under the guise of testing her, he was just looking for a justifiable excuse to stay by her side.
On the surface: He was injured, the Demon Realm was dangerous, he had nowhere to go, and he only came to her because he was at the end of his rope.
Internally: He could also test her. It was killing two birds with one stone.
He was a dignified Demon Lord, wise and mighty.
Definitely not like a puppy wagging its tail to find her.
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