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CHAPTER 56: The One-Month Covenant (Part IV)

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For the first two days after the Great Demon awoke, his demeanor grew considerably cold, as if he remained only out of the necessity of his injuries. He stopped telling her bedtime ghost stories, ceased being clingy, and would often fix her with a chilling sneer.

The small building had two floors. Sensing his irritation, Sui gave it some thought and moved her things downstairs to sleep.

The demon said nothing. He merely spared her a frigid glance, maintaining an air of extreme, lofty indifference, fully embodying the majestic aura of a Demon God.

The following morning, however, she found herself waking up in the Demon Lord’s bed.

The Demon Lord turned a page of his book with an icy expression. "You were sleepwalking last night. You insisted on sleeping with me."

Sui: "..."

He turned another page, his voice detached. "I tried to push you away, but you refused to let go, clinging to me with all your might."

Should she tell him that she had been tempering her sword within her sea of consciousness all night and hadn't slept at all?

Regardless, once they were back to sleeping in the same bed, she woke in the middle of the night to find that the Demon Lord beside her was not asleep. He sat propped up against the headboard, his phoenix-eyes staring into the distance, his face devoid of emotion.

The depths of the night always invited stray thoughts.

Thinking he was dwelling on the memory of her stabbing him, she sat up. Little did she know that the reason the demon couldn't sleep had nothing to do with that life-and-death grudge; rather, he was nursing a very specific, petty grievance.

He turned his head, his expression grim. "You told me to get lost."

Sui’s face immediately filled with confusion.

She never expected that what this demon balanced on his heart wasn't an old blood debt, but a bit of ancient, trivial history.

The demon let out an immediate sneer. "Forgotten, have you?"

"That year, when I learned you were injured and went to visit you, you told me to get lost."

Sui wondered: Which year was that?

She said softly, "Yanyan, you can tell me to get lost, too."

He glared at her with lingering resentment. "Then why don't you get lost for me to see?"

She considered this for a moment, then wrapped herself in the quilt and literally rolled across the bed.

The Demon: "..."

At first, she didn't believe he was truly ill.

She expected a medical miracle of the cultivation world to occur the moment he woke, but the demon seemed to have no intention of recovering. He remained daily with a face as pallid as a ghost, occasionally coughing up blood. Despite this, he didn't look like a frail scholar; he looked more like a ruthless character who could crush ten skulls while simultaneously spitting blood.

She checked his pulse several times before finally realizing that this demon was truly ruthless, he had actually injured himself.

Furthermore, he kept using various methods to hint at her: I'm wounded. This is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity to kill me.

“He said he cannot mobilize his demonic energy."

“He said he woke today only to feel a piercing pain in his heart vessels."

“He even started coughing more blood."

She thought: He seems to be hinting at something.

It was just like the dog on Bright Moon Mountain, which loved to pretend it had a limp to gain the affection of the calico cat. Normally, if the dog approached, it would be swatted away by the cat’s paw; but once it acted lame, the cat would allow it to gently take its head in its mouth.

Thinking of it this way, she understood the demon's mindset. He was hinting that he was so pitiful, why wasn't she coming to pamper him?

So, she walked over. The Demon Lord sneered inwardly: Has she finally realized she can make her move?

Instead, she leaned in and planted a kiss on the cold, hostile face of the demon.

The Gloomy Demon: (...)

From then on, whenever his face turned pale or he let out a cough, no matter what she was doing, she would return to give him a kiss. Consequently, despite taking his medicine, the demon’s "illness" seemed to grow even more severe.

While she slept, the demon brought her flowers every day. In return, she plucked fresh blooms from the Valley of Flying Frost for him. The demon didn't care for flowers, but because she gave them, he arranged them by his bedside.

He stopped returning to the Demon Realm, lingering in the small building and occupying her bed. It was as if he were truly convalescing; he stopped his cultivation and spent his days flipping through books from her shelves. Titles like the Classic of the Clear Heart and Discourses on the Dao seemed to fascinate him. When she practiced her sword, he would sit to the side, watching her lazily like a large cat.

Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "Yanyan, aren't you going back to the Demon Realm?"

The demon raised his eyes, turned a page, and said languidly, "I have decided to turn over a new leaf."

Sui: "..."

The question was: how exactly does a Demon God turn over a new leaf?

When Guang Ping came to find the Demon Lord, he saw his master holding a copy of the Tao Te Ching, looking like a man who had transcended worldly desires and seen through life and death. Except for one detail, he was holding the book upside down.

Guang Ping opened his mouth to speak but hesitated. On second thought, the Demon Race had no morals anyway; holding the book upside down didn't matter.

"Lord, when will you return to the Demon Realm?" Guang Ping asked.

The Demon Lord flipped a page, realized it was upside down, and simply tossed it behind him. He leaned back into his chair. "I am not going back."

He narrowed his phoenix-eyes lazily. "Whoever wants to be the Demon Lord can take the post. I have decided to switch sects and stay here as an Elder."

Guang Ping: "..."

Guang Ping wondered why he had ever followed this love-struck fool. He offered a subtle persuasion. "Lord, a man without a career is easily abandoned by his lover."

The Demon Lord sneered, about to snap that she wouldn't dare, but then he felt a flicker of hesitation.

Thus, the Demon Lord went to find her. "I told Guang Ping that I won't be returning to the Demon Realm."

He spoke as if it were of no consequence. "I won't be the Demon Lord anymore, nor will I have so many subordinates to command."

She replied, "Then I will support you."

The corners of his mouth instantly curled upward.

The Demon Lord returned to Guang Ping, propped his legs up on the tea table, leaned back, and said triumphantly, "She said she will support me."

Guang Ping: "..."

Demon Lord: "I think things are quite good as they are."

Guang Ping: "Lord, that is called living off a woman!"

Demon Lord: "What would a monk like you know? You don't have a partner, not even a sweetheart."

Guang Ping: ?

When the Demon Lord saw the sword cultivator’s silhouette in the distance, his sneer vanished. Abandoning his "I am the greatest in the world" attitude, he smiled and vanished, reappearing instantly before her.

Guang Ping: "..."

The Demon Realm subsequently sent Little Eyes, Hong Niang, and Ran Yang one by one to persuade him, hoping to pull their love-blinded leader back.

However, when Little Eyes arrived at the Valley of Flying Frost and saw the divine life his master was leading, he immediately decided to stay and share the food and drink. Hong Niang arrived full of zeal, but upon seeing a handsome youth walking by downstairs, her eyes lit up, and she decided to stay as a manager.

In the end, only Ran Yang returned.

Ran Yang said to Guang Ping, "Look on the bright side. Why not just treat the Valley of Flying Frost as a branch office of the Demon Realm?"

Guang Ping: "Perhaps this poor monk should also go be a manager."

Ran Yang: "I want to go be a chef."

But they were the only two left to manage the Demon Realm’s affairs, and both demons sighed in unison.

However, at that moment, a great event occurred in the Demon Realm.

Guang Ping rushed over one day and said to the Demon Lord, "Lord, a beast tide!"

The Demon Lord, who had been ignoring the outside world, underwent a change in expression. He finally agreed to return. This time, he mobilized a vast number of demon generals to block the onslaught.

It wasn't just the Demon Realm; a massive beast tide had also appeared outside the Valley of Flying Frost. That morning, the earth shook. Chao Jinsui and Chao Zhaoyue swiftly set up a grand array above the valley.

They saw countless spiritual beasts outside the valley, kicking up clouds of dust as they rushed toward the distance like an army of thousands. The dust obscured the sky, and the vegetation was trampled into a mess.

It was a beast tide.

Chao Zhaoyue said, "The cultivation world has never seen a beast tide of this scale!"

They returned to the valley, but Chao Jinsui frowned. "Zhaoyue, do you feel something is wrong?"

Chao Zhaoyue looked at her in confusion, only to see her reach out and brush the air. "It's demonic energy."

She continued, "Look, within this spiritual energy, there is a trace of demonic qi."

The Demon Realm and the Human Realm were separated by thousands of miles of Red Wilderness. The demonic energy was usually blocked by that wilderness, dividing the world into two distinct halves: the cultivation world filled with spiritual energy and the Demon Realm filled with demonic qi. They usually kept to their own sides.

But now, the demonic energy had begun to seep into the cultivation world, polluting the pure spiritual energy and driving the beasts into a frenzy.

Chao Zhaoyue’s face turned solemn.

Soon, the entire Valley of Flying Frost knew. Both realms realized the severity of the situation, and panic began to spread. They didn't know what the consequences of this unprecedented change would be.

But Chao Jinsui and Yan Xueyi knew very well.

The Demon Lord looked up at the distant beast tide, and Chao Jinsui looked toward the Demon Realm. Both saw memories of their past lives.

Thus, they knew, the beast tide was supposed to happen fifty years later!

The riot of beasts was a signal, a sign that the demonic energy in the world was beginning to surge. Shortly after the tide, the Myriad Demon Abyss would crack, triggering the first collective demonic energy riot of the demon race. Following that, humans in the cultivation world would fall into demonic paths in large numbers, beginning a slaughter. After frequent riots, the demons would gradually turn into mindless beasts. Finally, when the demonic energy reached a certain density, the Demon God would return to his position, initiating the calamity that would end the world.

...But the beast tide had arrived fifty years early.

Everything was as if an acceleration button had been pressed. The gears of fate were turning at an unprecedented speed.

Yan Xueyi withdrew his gaze and issued his first command: "All demons, evacuate the Myriad Demon Abyss."

He issued his second: "The main force of the Demon Race is to retreat in batches to the Changming Sect!"

The demon generals shouted in unison, "Understood!"

The entire Demon Race moved quickly. They didn't understand why the Demon Lord gave this order, but in the Demon Realm, might made right. Thus, the demons migrated toward the Human Realm like black worker ants.

The Demon Realm was the first place to be hit by the surge of demonic energy. Once the beast tide ended, the crack in the abyss was imminent. The best way was to temporarily leave the front line of the outbreak. The Changming Sect occupied the vast mountainous area outside the Heaven-Gifted Prefecture; over the years, their territory had grown. Thus, the Demon Lord decided to seize their land.

However, all of this was merely a temporary measure.

Yan Xueyi looked down at the crowd and said to Guang Ping, "I always thought that in this life, there was still a lot of time."

Guang Ping replied, "Once you return to your position as the Demon God, your time will be as long as the heavens and earth."

But the long-haired youth merely smiled and said nothing. He realized he suddenly missed her terribly and wanted to see her immediately. He would stop quarreling with her. They had already missed one lifetime; even if there had been pain, he no longer cared.

Chao Jinsui stood on the cliff of Flying Frost Valley. Before her lay three Heaven-Mending Stones, from the Su family, from the Taixuan Wuji, and from the Bodhi Tree.

She had thought she had plenty of time, but now she realized that too much had changed. Once the beast tide began, the time left for her was short. She looked toward the Demon Realm. She didn't know how much time remained.

She knew that the sword strike from her past life had poked a gaping hole in his heart, through which the wind whistled. His weakness and feigned illness were only to tell her one thing: he was no longer a threat, and he wanted to stay by her side. He was like a dog constantly worried about gain and loss.

Once trust is pierced, it is difficult to mend. He never truly believed she had lowered her guard against him, yet he couldn't bear to leave her. Even if he thought she might hurt him, he wouldn't go. Thus, the way he looked at her was so complex; he wouldn't sleep at night, staring at her in silence as if he couldn't bear to blink. When he held her, he held her so tightly, as if she might vanish at any moment.

He was anxious, haunted by insecurity.

If it were anyone else, a Heavenly Oath could heal the wound. But in this world, she was the only one for whom that wouldn't work.

She finally made a decision: she would tell him about the Heaven-Mending Stones.

The system was aghast.

She said, "I’ve thought about this for a long time. I need help. Yanyan is currently in a very delicate state. He knows he is the Demon God, yet he possesses Yanyan’s emotions."

Once the Demon God fully returned, if the demonic energy became unbalanced, the God of Slaughter would begin the path of world destruction. At that point, there would be no reason to speak of. To talk of cooperation then would be to seek death. But the current Demon God had reason and emotion; he could think normally, and he was unconditionally biased toward her.

She asked, "Besides, System, do you really think the Demon God is unaware of the Heaven-Mending Stones?"

The Demon God had lived longer than the Bodhi Tree. Since he could speak of the "Deficiency of the Heavenly Dao," did he really not know of the stones?

The system was speechless, realizing she might be right. She hadn't actually hidden the importance of the stones from him. Hadn't the Demon Lord helped her with the previous three? She was simply bringing the cooperation into the light.

She said, "Don't worry, I won't gamble with my life. I will try to talk to him first and test his attitude."

But when he had walked ninety-nine steps toward her, she didn't want to be a coward. The final step would be taken by her.

After the beast tide, a torrential rain fell, as if trying to wash away the dust. Amidst the sound of the storm, she flipped through a book, waiting for the great demon to return.

Suddenly, the door was blown open by the wind. She saw the demon, drenched to the bone and pale. He took two steps and collapsed directly onto her.

A familiar script. The next step should be coughing blood and acting as if his heart were breaking.

But Chao Jinsui soon realized something was wrong. He was too quiet.

He held her with his eyes closed for a moment. The demonic energy within him began to surge violently. He tried desperately to suppress it but couldn't. Finally, he gave her one last, fierce hug, turned, and vanished into the rain toward the dense forest of the valley.

When he wasn't ill, he wouldn't hesitate to use feigned sickness to gain sympathy. But if something were truly wrong, he wouldn't stay to let her care for him; he would hide away, refusing to let her see even a trace of his wretchedness.

She immediately gave chase. She suddenly remembered the surge of demonic energy in the world. The beast tide signaled the overflow; while other demons might not feel it as strongly yet, the Demon God was the first to be affected.

She searched for a long time. Fortunately, the area outside the valley wasn't large. Finally, she found a deep pool in the forest. By the pool was a giant rock connected to the mountain, with a golden chain wrapped tightly around it.

In the middle of the pool, a demon was chained. He was chanting the Clear Heart Mantra, binding himself to the stone. His face was expressionless, but terrifying demonic markings surfaced on his cheeks, and his veins bulged. His eyes shifted rapidly between black and gold. The aura of his riot was countless times more terrifying than what she had seen at the arena or the Su family, because he now realized he was the Demon God and could fully control the Asura Path.

The surroundings were silent; birds and beasts had fled. Only the pouring rain remained.

Chao Jinsui had seen this scene many times in her past life. Back then, she only wanted to stop him and never looked closely at his suffering. Seeing him from afar now, she realized he was in immense pain.

She should have left him to endure this period alone and come back when it ended. But she knew that with the start of the beast tide, this would become more frequent until this state became his norm. If she wanted to be with him, she would have to face this "mad" demon often.

The beast tide was a watershed moment. Yan Xueyi had realized this too. After the tide, his moments of clarity would become shorter. If he had only had a few demonic outbursts before, he would only get crazier from here. Perhaps in a few years, he would spend most of his time in a state of frenzy.

Realizing this, the demon who had a belly full of words for her suddenly retreated. He thought: If I am to be this mad in the future, will she still like me?

So he said nothing, only hugged her fiercely, breathing in her scent, before finding a place to hide. He saw his reflection in the water, monstrous and frightening. He turned his head away with a self-mocking smile. It wasn't strange that she wanted to kill such a demon in her past life, was it?

He endured the pain of the demonic surge, his veins bulging in the pool, waiting for greater agony to turn him into a madman. The feeling of consciously waiting to go insane was truly unpleasant.

But in the next second, he heard footsteps.

He said, "Go."

The footsteps did not stop.

He tried to remain calm. "When it’s over, I will find you. Go back first."

She said, "Yan Xueyi, you’re a liar."

She continued, "You can hide once, but do you plan to hide from me every time?"

His gaze fell, his expression shadowed.

"Are you thinking that if you’re always in a demonic frenzy, I won't like you anymore, so you’ll just hide away and never come to me again?"

She asked, "Yanyan, what kind of person do you take me for?"

She wanted to kill him, and now she would despise him, there truly wasn't a worse person in the world than her.

The sound of splashing water came from the pool. She stood before the monstrous demon, looking into his eyes. She cupped his cheeks and kissed his cold lips.

The demonic energy surged, his eyes grew clouded, and his veins strained against the chains. The pain forced a low, raspy growl from his throat. He suppressed the urge to bite her, turning his head sharply. "Go, quickly!"

Her fingers stroked his long hair. "Yanyan, you can't hide."

He mocked himself. "It's different. Once or twice is one thing, but how can it be the same if it's constant?"

She said, "I knew you were a mad dog in my past life. If I were afraid, I wouldn't be here. Don't look down on me."

She knew from ancient texts that in such a state, one could alleviate the pain by temporarily extracting the soul. But there was only one way to do that.

She held him, and in that moment, she did something, she thrust half of her divine sense into his sea of consciousness!

He rasped, "You’re crazy! Get out!"

She replied, "Soul blending, do you know how?"

He said, "I can't control myself right now. Aren't you afraid of death?"

She pulled on his chain, dragging him toward her with a loud clang. Her forehead pressed against his, and she smiled playfully. "I’m not afraid of death. Are you?"

The demon froze. After a long moment, he wanted to laugh, but it looked like a grimace. He simply cursed, "Little maniac."

As the words fell, the chains snapped. She was suddenly tackled into the pool by the demon. He lifted her, her back against the giant rock, his forehead pressed to hers, his voice incredibly low.

"You asked for this."

She yanked what remained of his chains and laughed. "Less talk."

But in the next second, pain and pleasure surged through the blended divine senses like an electric current. She groaned, falling against his shoulder, clinging to him as her body trembled.

He laughed hoarsely. "Do you only know of soul blending, or do you actually know what it entails? Did you learn this from a book? A Daoist scripture?"

She snapped, "Shut up!"

The demon tilted his horns. "As you command."

In the next moment, she bit down hard on his shoulder, let out a muffled sound, her beautiful fingers trembling as she clung to him to keep from slipping.

Gradually, the demon lost the last shred of his sanity. She felt the violent aura and the terrifying pressure. The sense of danger made her entire being want to flee. But she didn't move, letting the storm wrap around her.

Anyone with a soul less powerful would have been torn apart, but a Nascent Soul Great Circle cultivator's soul was extraordinary. It was like being repeatedly pulled into a boundless tide; the tireless waves brought a shuddering joy, yet because the waves were mad and unrestrained, the pleasure became almost unbearable.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely within the pool. Only their broken, chaotic breathing remained. To an outsider, they merely stood with foreheads pressed together, but who knew that in another world, they were entangled in a desperate, frenzied delight?

Finally, she held his shoulder and slowly slid down his body, trembling, only to be caught by a strong arm. It was the demon, gradually waking from his demonic state.

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