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Chao Jinsui had actually been awake the entire time.
Her sensitivity to killing intent was a sharp instinct, forged through countless brushes with death. The moment she sensed something amiss, she withdrew from the Founder’s small lecture hall, her divine sense returning to her body. She had been worried about him. After all, Yan Yan had gone out tonight to probe that group of people, and she feared an unexpected accident.
But when she saw the Demon God walking toward her, his mountain-like pressure weighing down, her heart remained strangely calm. It was as if she were certain of one thing: Yan Yan would never kill her.
She found it peculiar herself, why wasn't she the least bit nervous? In the world of cultivation, such a thought could be fatal, yet at some unknown point, her trust in him had shifted from a choice into a habit.
As she opened her eyes to look at the Demon God, a flicker of curiosity even crossed her mind: Does he actually dare to choke me?
As it turned out, the Demon God chose to follow his heart.
He claimed the wind was heavy, much like a massive hound that opens its maw to sneak a bite of a calico cat, only to shut its mouth and let out a soft whine while covering its head the moment the cat turns around.
She spoke intentionally, "I saw everything."
The Demon God froze instantly. She leaned in with a beaming smile. "What, did you want to kill me?"
The Demon God turned his head away. "I did not."
She smiled again. "Then why did you walk over here radiating such murderous intent?"
"..."
For a cruel, cold Demon God who would slap a passing dog just for looking at him, did he really need a reason to kill? He should have said coldly: you are the Heavenly Dao; it is your blessing that I do not slay you.
Instead, he subconsciously blurted out, "I was wrong."
She leaned in even closer, but the moment she approached, the Demon God vanished.
Absurd. Utterly absurd.
The great Demon God had actually apologized. He decided to disappear from the world for a moment, leaving "Yan Yan" to shoulder the blame.
Gradually, Yan Xueyi’s eyes returned to their deep black hue, and his demon horns reverted to their broken state. The Great Demon Lord thought disdainfully: So what if I'm a hopeless romantic? What's wrong with bowing my head?
He felt no shame. In his own eyes, he was simply Sui Sui’s little dog. He was a demon capable of faking an illness just for attention; clearly, his moral compass was extremely flexible.
He immediately leaned in to nuzzle her cheek. "I could never bring myself to kill you."
She pulled him into an embrace, muffled laughter escaping her for a long while. She had never found anything so hilarious.
He asked suspiciously, "Are you laughing at the Demon God?"
She refused to admit it, reaching out to push his head away. He leaned back in, and as she tried to dodge, he hooked his arm around her waist, pinning her to the bed to nuzzle her again. The two of them dissolved into a tangle of laughter.
After a while, she finally pushed the demon back slightly. "Let’s talk business, Yan Yan. What exactly happened tonight?"
The demon propped his chin on his hand, watching her lazily. "Nothing major, just your father trying to get you killed again."
That was certainly nothing new. In a few sentences, the Great Demon Lord recounted the night's events to her.
Chao Jinsui frowned. "Chao Taichu... where did he get so many men?"
"Do you remember the remnants of the Changming Sect?" the demon asked.
The Changming Sect forces near the Heavenly Gift Manor had been wiped out by the Demon Realm. However, the three "Vermin Brothers" had operated in the mortal realm for years; their influence extended far beyond Changming Mountain.
The Demon Lord had assumed that with the brothers dead, the leaderless remnants would soon fade into obscurity. Since the Demon Realm was busy moving away from the Myriad Demon Abyss, he hadn't sent anyone to hunt them down.
Who could have guessed that on the altar tonight, the Demon God would see not only humans but also quite a few demons? Because he recognized them as Changming remnants, he was able to trace the scheme directly back to Chao Taichu.
Chao Jinsui fell into deep thought. It seemed Chao Taichu’s relationship with the Changming Sect was more than just a simple partnership. After the brothers died, he must have absorbed their remaining forces. Otherwise, he couldn't have ordered disciples from the Kunlun Sword Sect to perform a blood sacrifice, he simply wouldn't have had the manpower.
Now that Yan Xueyi had destroyed the altar, she felt a bit more at ease. Chao Taichu’s logic was sound; after emerging from the Water-Cloud Realm, he likely realized he was no match for her. Driven into a corner, he had gambled on the Demon God, the sworn enemy of the Heavenly Dao. It was a massive risk, but if it succeeded, he could at least save his own life.
Yet, many questions remained. For instance, Yan Yan said the blood sacrifice was an ancient method from ten thousand years ago, how did Chao Taichu know about it? And since the altar was set up near Jade Sword Mountain, did he have an inside informant within the Jade Sword Alliance?
If that were true, would Chao Taichu sabotage the upcoming Jade Sword Conference?
As she lost herself in thought, she looked up to find the demon staring at her intently. His beautiful phoenix eyes were glowing with a touch of smugness, yet he pointedly kept his mouth shut. His entire being seemed to scream: I did something amazing, hurry up and ask me about it.
She leaned in and asked him, “Yan Yan, what exactly are you using the blood sacrifice for?”
The Great Demon Lord snorted smugly. “A mere demon god? I’ve already taken care of him.”
He brought her into his spiritual sea.
The Great Demon Lord said:
“Once I return to my divine seat, this body will be discarded, but my divine soul will directly transform back into a demon god, then sever all seven emotions and six desires, and return to the Nine Heavens.”
She was so clever that she immediately realized, “So you’re using the blood sacrifice to simulate the scene of your return?”
The Demon Lord leaned in, beaming with pride. "I still remember you. I still remember that I am Yan Yan.”
He didn’t tell her the details, because admitting he intended to die for love was a bit embarrassing.
The Great Demon Lord thought to himself: If I say it out loud, it’ll sound like I can’t live without her.
He narrowed his phoenix eyes like a beautiful, venomous serpent. "Once I regain my position, don't even think about shaking me off."
He looked quite sinister, like a ghost swearing to haunt her for centuries, yet she was stunned. This lawless demon was seriously planning their future. In that future, the Heavenly Dao and the Demon God could be together forever, possessing "eternity."
She blinked, taking a moment before speaking. "Yan Yan, I haven't even thought about what happens after returning to the Heavenly Dao."
For the Demon Lord, the next step was an early return. For Chao Jinsui, it still felt far off. Whether she could even become the true Heavenly Dao was still unknown; she had never looked that far ahead.
Yet this was the first time she realized he was already planning for life after their return, putting in the effort and schemes for their future. These words didn't sound like the typical romantic vows of cultivation partners; they were far heavier than that.
The Great Demon Lord didn't seem to care. He said lazily, "It’s fine. It’s enough that I think about it."
She asked again, "What if I also sever my emotions and desires after becoming the Heavenly Dao?"
"As long as I retain my memories, it will be fine," he replied.
When that time came, the Heavenly Dao would find a Demon God she couldn't get rid of, clinging to her like stubborn candy.
The Demon Lord gave a wicked grin. "When the time comes, wherever the Heavenly Dao goes, I will follow. I'll annoy you to death."
She watched him quietly for a moment. Just as the demon began to feel self-conscious under her gaze, she stood on her tiptoes, looped her arms around his neck, and pressed her soft lips against his.
The demon was caught completely off guard. What? Does she actually like it when I annoy her?
He paused for a heartbeat before pulling her against his waist and returning the kiss. He lowered his head to pry her teeth apart, invading her space with a passionate greed, as if he wanted to devour her whole. The temperature rose as their breaths turned scorching.
But as they kissed, the demon instinctively thought: Wait, I haven't checked the almanac yet.
Then, realizing those annoying flies from before had vanished, he froze for a second. A smile curled onto his lips, and his gaze toward her turned burning and fervent, as if a seal had been broken. The beast that had been starved for so long could finally enjoy a full meal.
Having been interrupted too many times lately, the demon simply pulled her out of the sea of consciousness and tossed her onto the bed. He kissed her again, his divine sense surging into her sea of consciousness to intertwine with hers.
She let out a soft muffled sound. "Yan Yan, wait!"
But how could he listen to any talk of waiting? His spirit wrapped around hers, as if he wanted to carve her into his very marrow.
She held onto him, biting down hard on his shoulder, her voice unsteady. "Yan Yan, your demonic energy isn't even acting up, why are you acting so crazy?"
He nipped at her earlobe, laughing loudly. "You call this crazy?" He narrowed his phoenix eyes and whispered, "Then how about this?"
She suddenly gripped his clothes, her entire body trembling as she went limp with weakness. She muttered resentfully, "Yan Yan, you're doing this on purpose."
Gradually, she could no longer hear what the demon was saying. She felt as if she were floating among the clouds, her consciousness drifting far away, like a fish tossing and turning in the deep sea, liable to be overturned by a giant wave at any moment. For cultivators, this touch and blending of souls felt like truly becoming one, allowing them to feel every thought and emotion of the other.
A long time later, she lay slumped over him, unwilling to lift even a finger. She felt him open his eyes as if to move closer. Terrified, she immediately said, "No more, Yan Yan, it's almost dawn!"
The demon seemed to chuckle and agreed, "No more."
The Great Demon Lord was a man of his word; he truly didn't intend to go another round. He supported her sliding body, but the look in his eyes began to change.
The atmosphere grew strange, reminiscent of the time he woke up in the pool, the look of a malevolent spirit enduring something. Back then, his demonic energy had been rampaging, making him appear aggressive and tyrannical, yet his eyes held a greed that even the soul-blending couldn't satisfy.
Now, his gaze held that same intense aggression. The beautiful demon Adam's apple bobbed. He shifted his gaze toward the window and said softly, "Sui Sui, it's raining."
The Great Demon Lord suddenly scooped her up. Before she could understand what was happening, he placed her on the side table by the bed. Just as she was about to speak, she met his beautiful eyes.
He said, "I want to kiss you."
With a sharp tear of fabric, the demon leaned in. He thought: It's not enough. How could a mere soul-blending ever be enough?
He had kissed her like this before, so she simply tilted her head slightly and let out a soft hum. Her old scars had vanished, so there was no burning pain this time; instead, her senses felt sharper. His breath was scalding, but this time, he didn't stop.
Sensing danger, she opened her eyes, only to hear another sharp rip. To her horror, she realized, the demon had ducked beneath her skirts.
His frame was much larger than a human's, making her seem tiny before him. Even as he knelt, his presence was overwhelming. He gave her a wicked smile, his broken demon horn tilting slightly, giving him a truly feral appearance.
She tried to get up, but he pinned her down. With his two demon horns and narrowed eyes, a flush of crimson at their corners, he looked both sinister and inexplicably alluring. His Adam's apple rolled as if he were starving. He held her firmly and went straight back under.
She let out a gasp, her hands deathly pale as she gripped the edge of the bed.
An unprecedented downpour blanketed the entirety of Jade Sword City, and the last lamp in the room flickered out. She bit down hard on the corner of the quilt, yet a stray sound or two still escaped her. Her fingers turned white from the force of her grip, like a fish gasping for air. Outside, the wind howled and the rain pounded, making the branches clatter. In the midst of such a storm, every sound was drowned out, be it broken breaths or unsteady curses.
A muffled word or two about a "mad dog" could almost be heard. But then, thunder rumbled and the rain intensified, and nothing more could be heard at all.
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