WYFSDLG Chapter 15

Feng Qingyun’s words were so loud that even those who stood far away could clearly see Mu Hanyang’s face being slapped into the dust. But that didn’t matter anymore. As soon as he turned around and left lightly, people from all over the world knew that…

 

… Feng Qingyun, the Second Palace Master of the Xiān Gōng Sect, resolutely tore off his wedding robes during his Dao ceremony with his brother Mu Hanyang and calmly went to the Demon World, accompanying the Demon Lord who came to steal the bride.

 

Such shocking news spread all over the world in just half a day and became the hottest topic in the cultivation world, so much so that Feng Qingyun didn’t even step into the demon world and that matter had already reached the ears of every single demon alive.

 

But he blissfully didn’t know about it for the time being.

 

Starting with the Foundation Building stage, cultivators weren’t that fond of speaking, preferring to use their divine consciousness to communicate instead. That being the case, the two people who just “eloped” did not talk much along the way. It was not until they reached the boundary between the human and the Demon World that Feng Qingyun finally stopped.

 

Long Yin was not surprised to see his reaction. After stopping as well, he simply looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and asked: “Tell me, what could be the intention of the Little Palace Master to come to my Demon World?”

 

“Isn’t it a little late to ask now, Your Majesty?” Feng Qingyun withdrew his gaze that covered the new environment around him, saying: “Are you afraid that I’m here to smash your magic palace with my sword?”

 

Long Yin smiled indifferently: “Even ordinary people tear their fans just to earn a smile worth a thousand gold coins[mfn]What he says here is: 凡人尚且撕扇子博千金一笑, meaning that even common individuals are willing to go to great lengths and make sacrifices for something as valuable as a smile from the person they love, indicating the importance of gaining someone’s favor or affection[/mfn]. If the Little Palace Master is willing to humour me, it’s just smashing a palace, which is nothing.”

 

Feng Qingyun: “…”

 

Listening to his words, Feng Qingyun couldn’t help but fall silent. After a long time, his thoughts returned to his head, making him ask: “Long Yin, have you really given up on cultivating the Ruthless Path?”

 

He originally hoped to gain Long Yin’s trust and then completely forget about the events of their past life, never planning to talk about what went on between them before the sky collapsed. However, Long Yin’s indifference to everything that happened around him and his cheeky demeanor sort of rubbed him the wrong way, urging that question to leave his mouth. In fact, he wanted to see Long Yin be stunned by his words, although the man was simply not as surprised as Feng Qingyun imagined. Instead, the Demon Lord smirked and answered: “Is it that obvious?”

 

Seeing his serene appearance, Feng Qingyun took a deep breath of anger, thinking he still needed to choose a more direct approach. In the end, he asked plainly: “Do you believe in the art of rebirth?”

 

Long Yin finally became a little more serious: “What do you mean?” He asked.

 

Feng Qingyun raised his eyes and looked at the Demon Palace in the distance as if he had made up his mind. After three breaths, he finally told Long Yin about the events of their past life and the collapse of the heavens. But of course… The fact that he was teased and deceived by Long Yin right until the last second of his life was sensibly omitted from his recollection.

 

Talking about rebirth was a shocking subject in itself, but it could only be said that the Demon Lord was worthy of ruling over everyone. After listening to Feng Qingyun’s narration, Long Yin was neither surprised nor questioned the truth of his words. Instead, he said calmly: “So that’s how it is. That’s to say, three hundred years from now, the heavens will collapse over the mortal world. You’re afraid to see your good brother die on his way to find the truth, so you came to this Lord and asked for my help… I originally thought that the Little Palace Master was sincerely looking for a new marriage.” He then hooked the corners of his mouth and showed a mocking smile, continuing: “But it turns out there’s another motive. How truly, utterly sad… Isn’t the Little Palace Master afraid that I won’t agree to cooperate with you, and by the way, make your rebirth public? After all, I am not the same as I was in my previous life since I’ve experienced three hundred years less. Maybe I’m not yet at that point in life where I wish to accompany you in death.”

 

Feng Qingyun thought that was the longest he had ever heard Long Yin speak[mfn]same, Qingyun, same :))[/mfn], but seeing that he still mentioned Mu Hanyang, he immediately frowned and said: “What I said has nothing to do with Mu Hanyang. As for whether you want to help me or not, I just want to see the Dao and find out the truth myself. I didn’t ask you to die with me.” The topic of “let’s cheerfully accompany each other in death” somehow poked at two indescribable memories buried deep inside Feng Qingyun’s heart. For a moment, it was difficult to get angry, so he could only frown and endure it.

 

Long Yin looked at him for a moment and then suddenly said with a slightly more serious tone: “Okay, I was just joking with you. Why do you look so angry?” After saying that, he took Feng Qingyun in the direction of his demon palace without looking back. “Don’t mention that surname Mu,” he continued. “Let’s go and see if my Demon Palace is qualified to be smashed by my beloved.”

 

Feng Qingyun originally stood right on the boundary between the two worlds, thinking that if Long Yin didn’t believe him, he would simply turn around and go back to where he came from. However, the man in front of him believed his words so naturally that he didn’t know what to say for a moment. In the end, Feng Qingyun had to accept defeat. After following Long Yin for a few steps, he pursed his lips, looked at him, and asked gloomily: “…You really don’t remember anything?”

 

Long Yin raised his eyebrows and said: “If I knew what kind of life your good brother would subject you to for the next three hundred years, do you think today’s affairs would have ended so peacefully?”

 

…It turned out that he called his sensational posture of teaching the entire Righteous Path a lesson “peaceful”, making Feng Qingyun lose all his words once again.

 

Seeing that he was silent, Long Yin thought he still didn’t believe him, so he just said directly: “There is only one on us who got reborn, and that’s the Little Palace Master. Maybe even in death, the Heavenly Dao still has a favorite person. Aren’t you the little darling of the heavens?”

 

However, Feng Qingyun felt a little sad when he heard those words. The man who accompanied him to death and resolutely stood in front of him only to give him a couple more breaths of life did not return to the starting point with him.

 

That’s to say, the dragon emperor died while protecting him under the collapsed heaven, just like the dragon god who died protecting “her”. Thinking of that, the tip of Feng Qingyun’s heart tingled as if it had been pinched.

 

However, Long Yin seemed to have been born without a single ounce of sentimentality. Suddenly, he stopped in place and said: “Speaking of which… While we were busy dying together in our previous life, you were already 600 years old, right?”

 

Feng Qingyun came back to his senses and replied defenselessly: “Well, what’s wrong with that?”

 

Long Yin smiled slightly: “Have you bloomed yet?”

 

Feng Qingyun: “…”

 

“There can’t be a spiritual plant that hasn’t bloomed yet at the age of 600, right?” Seeing his reaction, Long Yin pretended to be surprised and cheekily asked: “Is there something difficult to say about the Little Palace Master’s body?”

 

The pressure and inexplicable melancholy in Feng Qingyun’s heart was swept away in an instant, making him throw his sleeves with a cold face. Then, accompanied by Long Yin’s undisguised laughter, he simply walked towards the palace, which was a landmark of the demon world.

 

…………..

 

The Demon Lord’s magic palace was located in the north of Luojia Mountain, surrounded by beautiful forests and huge flower fields on both sides. The whole palace was carved from a giant piece of star jade that fell from heaven in ancient times and in fact, it was a magic weapon in itself, with a grade that could reach that of an immortal weapon.

 

Even if Feng Qingyun really wanted to smash it, he was afraid there was no way to achieve that goal with his poor sword. The splendid palace stood at an extreme, completely different from the simple and ascetic style of his Phoenix Palace in the Xiān Gōng Sect.

 

The attendants in the hall seemed to have received the news long ago, but when they saw Feng Qingyun and Long Yin appear in the palace together, a trace of shock and astonishment still flashed between their eyes. Feng Qingyun took a look at all those present and found that the number of demonic cultivators in the Demon Palace was almost ten times that of the number of disciples in his sect. In its essence, the structure of the Demon Palace was different from any of the righteous sects, since its sole purpose was to cater to the whims and desires of a single man. Therefore, in addition to the Demon Lord, everyone else was just a servant.

 

And the number of servants was never fixed. It was said that Long Yin liked to catch dozens or even hundreds of demonic cultivators from all over the world and force them to act as his servants. As for the previous batch of attendants, they would be released if still alive, or buried directly outside as flower fertilizer if dead.

 

In the beginning, only half of the demonic cultivators would survive, but with the accumulation of time, the survival rate had increased a lot over the years. As early as when he was still a bud in the Xiān Gōng Sect, Feng Qingyun had heard of that matter, since everyone knew that the laws of the Demon World were different from the Righteous Path. After all, there were vicious cultivators everywhere, and the connections between them were not close. Long Yin’s irregular bouts of kidnapping and enslaving random demons were simply one of the means to govern the demon world and keep everyone in check.

 

But when he saw the absurd number of unwilling servants, Feng Qingyun still couldn’t help but ask using his divine consciousness: “Aren’t you afraid of being killed by them when you’re in seclusion?”

 

“The position of the Demon Lord belongs to the one who’s capable of keeping it.” As expected, Long Yin didn’t care. “If they can kill me, that’s their ability. However, if they can’t kill me and they end up as flower fertilizer… It’s their own fault that they now suffer retribution, so it’s not pitiful.”

 

Those words were more or less familiar, sounding exactly like the ones Feng Qingyun used to comfort the wounded dragon god who confessed to punishing mortal villagers. In fact, they were so familiar that Feng Qingyun stopped when he heard them, and the guess in his heart became even clearer, despite the fact that he still did not have enough guts to open his mouth and simply ask.

 

…For a sword practitioner that had not bloomed in 600 years, the embarrassment of what happened in that illusory world finally washed over him. If his guess was indeed correct and Long Yin had also entered that mysterious secret realm in search of some magic treasure, only to end up caught in an illusion then…

 

The one he ended up marrying first was never Mu Hanyang, but… The man in front of him.

 

Long Yin didn’t know what he was hesitating about. Instead, he just took him to his bedroom and said to a random servant: “Go and move everything in my library here.”

 

The demonic cultivator was obviously not a newcomer. Hearing such an outrageous order, there was a flash of surprise between his eyebrows as if he was looking at a dumb emperor and his bewitching, demon concubine. However, the desire to stay alive still compelled him to answer respectfully: “I’ll obey my Lord’s order.”

 

At first, Feng Qingyun didn’t understand what the servant’s subtle and complicated eyes meant, and it wasn’t until he saw the two humongous bookshelves that magically appeared in Long Yin’s bedroom that his whole person suddenly fell silent.

 

“You said some dusty demonic cultivators mentioned the ancient war while the sky collapsed. I don’t know where those bastards are now, but the things about the ancient war should be in these jade books.” Long Yin then casually took out a handful of jade slips from one of the bookcases and sat on his bed before continuing: “It’s just that in order to prevent this Lord’s servants from stealing my secrets, I have put a one-way forbidden art on everything that stops cultivators from using their divine consciousness to spy on me. At present, you can only read each one of them slowly and try to find what you’re looking for.” When he said that, he hooked the corners of his mouth and continued in a hard-to-conceal flirty tone: “Do you need my help, Little Palace Master?”

 

… It was simply asking knowingly.

 

“…I’m no longer the master of any palace.” Feng Qingyun pursed his lips. “I’ll gladly accept your help, Your Majesty.”

 

The bedroom fell into a brief silence, leaving only the sound of the jade slips colliding. It seemed that because of his nature as a spiritual plant and the fact that he hardly went down the mountain, Feng Qingyun had never experienced intimacy with another person, except for his humiliating past of being obsessed with Mu Hanyang.

 

Therefore, at present, he had no idea how fundamentally shocking it was in the eyes of others for him to blissfully sit on another man’s bed, in another man’s bedroom, while casually accompanying the Demon Lord to read books in the most secluded corner of the Demon Palace.

 

In fact, he had no idea how disheveled his appearance looked either, with his robes still in disarray after his fight with Mu Hanyang, and the simple hairband that kept his hair together in danger of snapping at any moment.

 

Long Yin said he was going to help, but in fact, all he did was look at Feng Qingyun who was innocently sitting on his bed, unaware of the way the entire situation looked like. Suddenly, he raised his hand without warning and quite rudely but naturally removed the worn-out hairband from the other party’s head, and the waterfall-like black silk immediately slipped through his fingertips.

 

Feng Qingyun was stunned and suddenly raised his eyes, only to see the other man magically grab a hairpin out of thin air, a specific hairpin he had seen countless times in his heart. With a gentle pull, Long Yin gathered all his hair up and took the opportunity to insert the hairpin.

 

Feng Qingyun’s heart jumped, and the vague guess in his heart became even more intense. After a while, he couldn’t help but want to test: “You…”

 

However, at that moment and right before he finished speaking, a summons of divine consciousness entered the bedroom, forcing Feng Qingyun to immediately bite his words.

 

Long Yin put down the jade slip. After listening to the summons, he immediately turned his head and said: “What’s wrong? What did you just want to say?”

 

“…Nothing.” In the end, Feng Qingyun still couldn’t find out what was going on with the hairpin in his hair. “Is someone looking for you?” He asked.

 

“Well, it looks like someone sent a pillow right as we started to get sleepy. Maybe the Little Palace Master really is heaven’s beloved after all,” Long Yin said. “There is a small demon realm below our own, and for some time, they had been fighting to elect a new ruler. Until now, more than 10,000 demons have been killed or injured, but all that fighting has actually led to the discovery of an ancient battlefield. Judging from the fact that we still haven’t found anything about the ancient war in these jade slips… I want to know if there’s any relationship between that ancient battlefield and the war you spoke about. It seems that it’s necessary to go to that small demon realm.”

 

Feng Qingyun immediately sat up straight when he heard those words, but the realization soon followed, making him awkwardly ask: “Shall we just go like this? Directly into some unstable demon territory?”

 

Long Yin thought for a moment before answering: “As the Demon Emperor, it’s not impossible for me to go directly, but that will inevitably attract other demons to try their hands at fighting me. If you want to investigate the ancient war in these conditions, I’m afraid it won’t be peaceful.”

 

That coincided with what Feng Qingyun was afraid of. In that way, it was simply best for the two of them to cover up their identities. However, Long Yin was originally a demonic cultivator, so hiding his realm was good enough, but Feng Qingyun was a righteous sword cultivator in the Foundation-Building period. At the moment, he looked very much like the sun that fell into the night of the demon world, making countless people’s eyes hurt when they looked at him.

 

Feng Qingyun asked: “Is there any way to cover my spiritual breath as a sword cultivator?”

 

Long Yin paused for a moment, saying ambiguously: “Yes, but…”

 

Feng Qingyun frowned: “Yes, but what?”

 

Long Yin looked at him for three seconds, and then said meaningfully: “But you need to have enough demonic essence in your body to completely cover the rest of your cultivation.”

 

The words used were delicate enough, but the “demonic essence in your body” part still sounded piercing to the ears. Feng Qingyun’s heart jumped and he couldn’t help but look at Long Yin. Contrary to what other righteous cultivators might think at that moment, he was not afraid of the dragon trying to fool him into falling into the demonic path. Instead, what he worried about was something completely different that involved “exchanging essences”…

 

… And Long Yin didn’t help at all, falling silent and just looking at him without blinking.

 

Feng Qingyun’s heart was at war, and his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably. Just when he was going to refuse the “kindness” and look for a way by himself, Long Yin suddenly raised his hand without warning, grabbed Feng Qingyun’s wrist, and pulled him towards himself.

 

“——?!”

 

Feng Qingyun suddenly opened his eyes wide and immediately tried his best to hide: “Wait! Isn’t it better to change the method…?!”

 

And yet, Long Yin asked knowingly: “How is this a bad method? Not to mention harming your foundation, the effects won’t even last for long. Can’t the Little Palace Master simply trust me? What else do you want to change?”

 

“…I trust you.” Feng Qingyun gritted his teeth, and his ears turned so red that they were about to drip blood. “But it’s better to change to a method that doesn’t involve… Mouths to intersect.”

 

Long Yin looked at him for three seconds before suddenly smiling. “What is my Little Palace Master thinking about every day?” He said, using a particularly infuriating tone. “It’s so easy to exchange essences along the meridians. I never said there was a need for mouth-to-mouth… Communication.”

 

Feng Qingyun’s movements stiffened as soon as he realized his thoughts really… Really went too far. For a moment, he was so embarrassed that he couldn’t wait to escape back to the Xiān Gōng Sect overnight. However, as soon as he turned his head, he came face to face with Long Yin’s joyful eyes. In a second, it became clear that he had been once again set up from the very beginning, making Feng Qingyun immediately become angry: “Long Yin, if you dare mess with me again–”

 

“Oh okay, okay, it’s this Lord’s fault for not making it clear enough.” Long Yin said with a smile. “If I mess with you again, let this Lord be punished by heavenly thunder.”

 

Both of them knew that the heavenly Dao was thoroughly dead and buried. In addition to advancing their cultivation, ordinary cultivators could barely attract one thunder tribulation, let alone swear an oath in Heaven’s name.

 

Feng Qingyun glared at him fiercely but finally said nothing more, simply handing his right arm to Long Yin. His wrist was as white as jade, and it appeared in front of Long Yin’s eyes defenselessly. Looking at it, the Demon Lord couldn’t help but think of a poem that came out of thin air in his mind:

 

“By the wine shop counter, she is as fair as the moon. Her pale wrists gleam like frost and snow[mfn]垆边人似月，皓腕凝霜雪, comes from Tang dynasty poet Wei Zhuang’s poem Bodhisattva Barbarian (菩萨蛮). It paints a vivid picture of a beautiful woman working in a wine shop, and despite her humble upbringing, she is ethereal, with a moon-like radiance and snow-white skin. It evokes both admiration and a touch of melancholy, suggesting that beauty could appear unexpectedly[/mfn].”

 

Seeing that he had not moved in such a long time, Feng Qingyun couldn’t help but frown at him, asking while feeling puzzled: “What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing.” Long Yin returned to his mind and said. “I just suddenly feel that I should be grateful.” However, he did not wait for Feng Qingyun to figure out what exactly he was grateful for and directly put his fingertips on that beautiful wrist.

 

Unlike the cold temperature of his fingers when the sky collapsed in Feng Qingyun’s memory, the man’s fingertips were now warm and rough from holding a sword all year round, grinding the delicate skin of his wrist, bringing forward a layer of indescribable numbness.

 

Feng Qingyun’s eyebrows jumped. He just wanted to open his mouth and ask Long Yin not to treat him so gently but, the next second, the demonic essence unapologetically poured into his body. Before he could say anything, his whole body froze.

 

The fundamental difference between the righteous and the demonic path lay in the way of cultivation, with the demonic path cultivating in a completely reversed order. Compared with the magic qi flowing from the Dantian to each and every meridian in the body, the demonic qi actually traveled retrograde along the veins.

 

The moment Long Yin’s essence entered Feng Qingyun’s body, it began to wash his meridians in the opposite direction along the pulse of his wrist. The oncoming aura was so overbearing that it slightly opened his veins, slowly merging with his own spiritual essence.

 

A sort of unspeakable stimulation and numbness instantly covered all of Feng Qingyun’s body. In fact, he was used to dealing with pain but had no resistance to such a strange feeling. For a moment, his brain went completely blank, and his body could not stop shivering slightly. In the end, he subconsciously clenched his lips and tried his best to suppress the instinctual urge to drive away that foreign essence that slowly invaded his very being.

 

It took two whole days for the entire process to be finally over, and the demonic qi was fully integrated into his Dantian. After having his meridians washed and reshaped countless times, the numbing and throbbing feeling slowly stopped.

 

The entire ordeal simply felt like a year for Feng Qingyun, but after his meridians finally calmed down, Feng Qingyun suddenly found that his body began to heat up inexplicably before he could even breathe a single sigh of relief.

 

Since he had never experienced such a thing, he couldn’t even react at first and…

 

… It wasn’t until he checked all the meridians in his body that he realized there was nothing wrong with him. In fact, he was the farthest away from “wrong” he had ever been in 600 years. As soon as he looked deep inside his Dantian to see his primordial body, Feng Qingyun’s brain exploded with a bang – a few slender but bright flower buds appeared on the main vine that showed no signs of life since the day he sprouted.

 

Because of a small amount of demonic qi, he was finally about to bloom.

 

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