Despite his blurred consciousness, Feng Qingyun’s pupils still shook as soon as he was called by that name. “You…,” he muttered.
“What about me?” Long Yin asked teasingly while jokingly rubbing his finger over the swollen lips in front of him, lips that were slightly open because of shortness of breath. “Who would have thought that… The Second Palace Master of the Xiān Gōng Sect is such a beautiful monster who can suck people’s blood?”
The moment he kissed him again, the little drop of reason that still stubbornly clung in Feng Qingyun’s eyes dissipated in an instant. After all, that was the nature of the demon clan. Just like the fox clan which was renowned for excelling at sucking human essence, half of the spiritual plants were masters of devouring human bones and blood.
But being born to excel at something and actually doing it well were two very different things. For example, some weak demons of the fox clan often got too excited when sucking essence that their victims sometimes lost pieces of flesh as well.
And the spiritual plants that survived on eating flesh… If they let their hunger accumulate over time, they would also long for sucking their victims dry, flesh, blood, and essence in equal parts.
And of course, that was bound to happen right now.
At the moment when lips and teeth mingled, Feng Qingyun’s reason was completely extinguished, replaced by the instinctual behavior of his demonic nature. Therefore, his main vine continued to dig deeply into Long Yin’s side neck, greedily preventing even a single drop of blood from flowing outside.
However, the Demon Emperor was still partially human after all. Such an inhuman pain came without warning, finally making Long Yin react by subconsciously pausing his movements, but the person in his arms seemed to be very dissatisfied with that. In his desperation, Feng Qingyun grabbed the lapels of his robe, intending to drag him down. However, his right hand was still nailed in place by himself, and the left one had limited space to move, leaving him to depend solely on his vines to subdue his “prey”.
Caught by surprise, Long Yin’s neck was ripped open in an instant. He frowned slightly, but the next moment, his instinct was not to push Feng Qingyun away but to grab the Linshuang sword, pull it, and throw it on the ground next to him. Strangely enough, that kind of sword would never let an outsider touch it, but when the Demon Lord pulled it, it acted like his own sword, letting the man throw it away naturally and unobstructed.
Without the shackles he had set, Feng Qingyun immediately looked up and unconsciously came forward, desperately trying to kiss Long Yin despite the fact he did not know what to do. As for the Demon Lord, any normal person would have been terrified of having his blood sucked dry, but he instead hooked the corners of his mouth, pinched the beauty’s chin, and deepened their contact.
Feng Qingyun’s mind was not entirely there, blankly licking the intruder with no rhyme or reason. The soft and timid tip of his tongue seemed innocent, but in fact, it was abnormally dangerous. After all, getting blood and demonic qi out of Long Yin was not enough for Feng Qingyun since what he needed was the purest essence hidden deeply into the man’s body. Still, he was doing everything in his power to follow his demonic nature but tragically enough, Feng Qingyun really lacked skills when it came to bedroom matters. He pressed and pulled a few times, but still failed to charm his partner into giving him what he wanted. Seeing his clumsy but adorable movements, Long Yin deliberately suppressed his essence just below the surface, bullying Feng Qingyun almost to the point of tears. The rose thorns on his arms and neck suddenly pierced deeply, almost touching the bones, but that fierce and abnormal appearance looked like an angry and spoiled lover’s tantrum in Long Yin’s eyes. With a smile, he deliberately retreated for a moment. The person in his arms was short of breath and sobbing unconsciously, making Long Yin laugh while asking: “So anxious?”
Countless thorny vines were spreading over the blood-soaked land, desperately looking for relief. It was a scene that should have looked extremely terrible, but its charm couldn’t be hidden. The blood roses, a demonic spiritual plant that had not tasted blood in 600 years of combined two lifetimes, had multiplied to an unprecedentedly abundant point, almost covering the entire Baihua Cave. The original vegetation inside the secret realm, which had been silent for thousands of years, was so pressed that not even a single flower could raise its head at all. But despite its overwhelming momentum, the demonic plant’s main vine was ferocious and green, but the flower buds on it still showed no sign of blooming. Long Yin took a look at that view, unable to suppress a sigh while tightly hugging the person in his arms. “If only the flowers on it would open up for me… How nice would that be,” he whispered. However, the little relentless demon in his arms was too lazy to answer him, anxiously wrapping his entire being around Long Yin’s neck. Completely resigned to his fate, the Demon Lord lowered his head and kissed him with a smile, no longer trying to prevent his essence from being stolen.
At the moment when Feng Qingyun finally got what he wanted, countless blood-colored flower buds as small as rice grains grew on his vines in an instant, rapidly spreading out. And when Hua Ying and her companions sensed the demonic breath surrounding the ruins and rushed over to Baihua Cave, it was that scene they saw…
The overwhelmingly fierce vines penetrated the hearts of countless demons, and the corpses were piled up among the bright red flower buds. But the vines seemed to be disgusted with them. After taking a single bite, it abandoned the abundant “food” in favor of climbing over someone’s shoulders.
The one wrapped in vines seemed to be a man. His back was wide and strong, but the rose thorns were firmly embedded in both his arms and neck. And amidst such a dangerous scene, the little demon in his arms seemed to be pitifully asking for love.
The gorgeous, dangerously beautiful, and dazzling demon mindlessly devoured his prey. Everything was clear in an instant, and everyone thought that man was a lost cause. After all, anyone who was unlucky enough to be both strong and adhere to the flower demon’s aesthetics could only be seduced to death or survive long enough to see himself fall into ruin…
… And unfortunately for him, the flower demon in question looked very hungry. Nobody knew for how many years it had starved, but it for sure looked like it planned to devour the man in its grasp, blood, bone, qi, and essence altogether.
Despite not knowing who that flower demon was or how it managed to grow so strong, almost reaching the level of the Demon Emperor himself, seeing the still alive “prey” that was tangled in its vines prevented the righteous cultivators from abandoning the scene and running for their lives.
It was during that brief moment of hesitation that the vines seemed to sway a little, drunk on pleasure, making everyone feel stunned in an instant.
It was… Feng Qingyun.
The Feng Qingyun who not long ago used his sword to block Mu Hanyang, brazenly abandoned his sect during his Dao ceremony, fleeing to the Demon World accompanied by the Demon Lord himself.
And the same Feng Qingyun was now… A blood-devouring flower demon?! And how could he even be here?!
Hua Ying opened her eyes wide in astonishment. In her memory, Feng Qingyun had always been gentle and restrained, and even when he was completely obsessed with Mu Hanyang, he still only showed adoration and respect for him, never daring to cross the line ans show such an lascivious attitude.
As for his identity as a spiritual plant… He had lived in the Xiān Gōng Sect for three hundred years, without ever showing signs of awakening his demonic bloodline. Since Feng Qingyun cultivated his human form, it was speculated that even Mu Hanyang forgot what he originally used to be. Therefore, most of the disciples of the Xiān Gōng Sect only knew that he was some sort of spiritual plant, with only Mu Hanyang’s three disciples having access to the information that he was of the vine variety. However, other than that, nobody knew the real situation.
No one had ever seen Feng Qingyun’s true nature, and neither had anyone seen him look like that… Unspeakably dangerous and inhumanly beautiful.
For a moment, Hua Ying even wanted to deceive herself. Maybe… Just maybe, it was a demon who deliberately transformed into Feng Qingyun’s appearance to play games with them, but with her level of cultivation… Even if she stood at a certain distance from everything, she could still clearly feel the familiar breath of that person.
It was indeed her Martial Uncle, Feng Qingyun.
Hua Ying suddenly felt an indescribable jealousy and bitterness at the bottom of her heart. Filled with uncontrollable malice, she thought that her Master had been deceived by an unholy thing, doomed to be humiliated at the hands of the dirty and non-human demon clan. As for Feng Qingyun, he had pretended to be as gentle as jade while hiding in the Xiān Gōng Sect for so long, acting completely harmless. However, as soon as he entered the Demon World, he could no longer control his corrupted heart, showing his true, disgusting face…
…And in a way, Hua Ying’s distorted idea was not completely wrong.
Feng Qingyun grew up under the upbringing of a renowned Sword Master, and Zhong Yulan belonged to the Righteous Path in the standard sense of sword cultivation. She didn’t know how to raise children at all, let alone how to raise a little demon. However, she was a serious and hard-working person, so she could only use what she knew, teaching Feng Qingyun to restrain his nature and stick to the sword.
And yet, she failed to acknowledge something. In the thousands of years that followed after the ancient war, nobody had ever heard of a demon who managed to cultivate the sword path. But despite it all, Feng Qingyun did it. He followed the teachings of his Master and relied on his willpower to suppress his own strength, persisting in hard work all the way to the Foundation-Building stage.
With Feng Qingyun’s strength and determination to survive for hundreds of years, no one would have thought that he was, in fact, a blood-sucking rose, let alone one who still struggled to bloom. Once his suppressed nature finally broke out, Hua Ying was afraid that even if her Master, Mu Hanyang came, he could only come over to personally deliver his corpse.
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At the moment, the bright green, thorny rose vines wrapped themselves around a man’s shoulders and neck, deeply buried into his bone marrow, looking like poisoned snakes drunk on the pleasure of hunting. Watching the scene from a distance, an indescribable emotion pervaded Hua Ying’s heart, and she couldn’t help sneering from the bottom of her heart. She didn’t know which unlucky demon became Feng Qingyun’s most beloved hunt, but there was no way she would endanger herself to save him. What a joke, she thought… Forget about Mu Hanyang, even if that Demon Emperor were to come in person, maybe… Maybe not even he could escape with a few intact bones.
However, the next moment, just as she was being disdainful, Hua Ying and her fellow cultivators suddenly opened their eyes wide, only to see that the vines seemed to have finally eaten enough. Even the flower buds on them seemed to carry the dewdrops of the morning, so delicate and plump, as if they were just about to bloom. And when the vines slowly moved away a little, everyone finally saw who that “unlucky bastard” was… The dragon demon, the Demon Emperor himself.
Everyone opened their eyes wide in shock, filled with complete disbelief. The poor man looked completely disheveled, with ripped clothes barely covering gruesome wounds that crisscrossed every inch of visible flesh, and yet, there was no blood in those ferocious wounds. That part alone symbolised that his body had been sucked dry, making the whole situation feel even more terrible. After all, if it was anyone else, they would have reincarnated a long time ago…
…But Long Yin was not angry, even looking quite happy to be of use. Pinching the soft waist of the person in his arms, he fiercely kissed Feng Qingyun once more, right in front of his former “nephews”. And this time around, it was no longer a feeding type of kiss, but a real, ambiguous, and heavy one.
After not having a meal for hundreds of years and suppressing his nature for just as long, the way-to-abundant spiritual power in his body left Feng Qingyun confused for a moment. Despite being sane, he still was helplessly kissed, all the way until the tip of his tongue went numb. Even the vines he did not manage to withdraw in time showed the real feelings in his heart, curling in shame all over the ground, with exposed, trembling buds.
When he calmed down and finally regained a little sanity, he immediately lifted the hand that had been previously pierced by his own sword, weakly trying to push away the man in front of him. However, that action worked a little better than he thought. Long Yin was now as frail as a mortal with no cultivation, easily being subdued by him.
Feng Qingyun was stunned, and his whole attention focused on the man’s chest, eagerly checking the ups and downs of his breathing. His pupils gradually focused, and the memories of what happened while his primordial body rioted gradually returned to the cage of his mind. Instantly, he knew both what he had done, and the fact that familiar people were looking at them in shock from not far away.
However, even if he were to be attacked the next moment, Feng Qingyun still had no time to care about others at all. He suddenly sat up straight, exclaiming in fear: “You!” In both of his lifetimes, every time Long Yin had been on the verge of death, he had never looked as tragic as now. Both of his arms were covered in wounds, and the terrible one on his neck extended all the way to his shoulder, deep enough to show the bones of his shoulder blade.
But the Demon Lord was still his cheeky self, leisurely asking: “What about me?”
“…Don’t you have ears?!” Feng Qingyun came back to his senses and felt an unspeakable anger for a moment. For the first time, he panicked enough to not be able to find his next words. “I told you to cut off all the vines! Even if… Even if you did not want to do it, was it too hard for you to hide?!”
“Sucking me dry and still blaming me,” Long Yin pretended to sigh. “Miss Yu, you really make me feel sad.”
The mention of that name suddenly exploded in Feng Qingyun’s mind, and the color of his complexion immediately turned from white to red.
After a brief moment of panic, the feeling of guilt permeated his heart.
…It was he who made him look like that. And yet, Long Yin not only didn’t blame him at all, but even his words were as always, sweet like candy.
Feng Qingyun’s heart seemed to be pinched. He immediately grabbed Long Yin’s arm, pressing him to sit down next to the stone tablet he had been leaning on earlier. Then, touching one of the few still intact places on the man’s arm, he lowered his head and started to convey spiritual power to him. Normally, although the rules of their cultivation were different, spiritual power could still be exchanged between a demonic and a righteous cultivator.
Long Yin let himself be pushed down without saying a word, leaning on the stone tablet with a smile. However, his attitude made Feng Qingyun feel extremely guilty and ashamed, keeping his eyes slightly closed, with trembling eyelashes that hinted at his heartbroken state.
After the magnificent spiritual power was delivered, the effect was almost immediate, and the wounds on Long Yin’s arms soon showed signs of healing. However, Feng Qingyun still thought that the speed was too slow, so he frowned and accelerated the flow a little.
Seeing that he was so dignified, Long Yin couldn’t help but tease him: “This is not good, why do you look like a widow who had just finished burying her husband? At least wait until I’m really dead…”
However, Feng Qingyun scolded without waiting for him to finish his words: “You can’t talk! Shut up, okay?!”
Long Yin was scolded, but not angry. Instead, he closed his mouth with a smile.
However, his loss was too serious. Feng Qingyun’s continuous spiritual power never ceased to pour into him, but except for a little bit in the beginning, the rest was like stones sinking into the sea, with no effect at all. Feng Qingyun’s heart gradually fell to the bottom, making him anxiously bite his lip. He didn’t know how much blood he had drawn from Long Yin, letting the man actually fall so far.
And yet, Long Yin was still in the mood to talk nonsense, saying: “My Little Palace Master, you have scolded me so many times indiscriminately… But is it that hard to just say thank you?”
Hearing his words, Feng Qingyun’s thoughts reluctantly came back to earth, making him purse his lips for a long time: “…Thank you.”
But as expected, it was an answer that did not satisfy Long Yin. “Is that how you address me?” He asked teasingly. ” It looks like the Second Palace Master is still reluctant to thank me.”
Seeing that he was getting inch by inch, Feng Qingyun took a deep breath and said patiently: “…Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Long Yin raised his eyebrows and answered: “Shouldn’t you thank your Dragon God instead?”
Now, Feng Qingyun really wanted to get angry. He felt that he was the one in pain, and that infuriating man was not qualified to tease him like that. Finally, he took a deep breath and said: “…Don’t take more than what I’m willing to give!”
And yet, Long Yin didn’t say anything. He simply raised his neck and presented the ferocious wound on it that still showed no signs of healing.
Feng Qingyun suddenly felt suffocated. After a long time, he squeezed from between his teeth:”…Thank you, my Dragon God.”
“Two words are still missing.”
“…Your Excellency!”
Long Yin finally smiled at him and suddenly pulled back the arm that was still being healed. Feng Qingyun immediately sat up straight, almost screaming: “What are you doing?! I haven’t finished…!”
But before he could finish his words, Long Yin produced a storage ring out of thin air and presented it to him. Feng Qingyun took it, only to fall into deep shock as soon as he finished investigating it.
“The heart of the Xuanwu, the real treasure of the Baihua Cave, and your dowry.” Long Yin said to him without blinking. “As for the wedding gift that the Dragon God promised to you, I’ll make up for it when we go back. Please forgive the delay, Little Palace Master.”
The most precious treasure, which countless people couldn’t even dream of touching, was now lying quietly in the storage ring. Long Yin still wanted to say something, but Feng Qingyun suddenly took a deep breath with red ears. He then turned his head and immediately broke the biggest flower bud from his main vine that was still not fully retracted into his primordial body.
Long Yin was stunned but didn’t have time to stop it, helplessly watching as the flower bud was forcefully shoved into his mouth by Feng Qingyun. The rosebud melted on his tongue, instantly bringing forward his lost aura and healing his wounds. No matter what was on the inside, at least on the surface, His Excellency the Demon Lord had regained his former handsomeness, no longer looking like a piece of chewed-up bone that was spit on the side of the road.
And after feeding him his flower bud, Feng Qingyun took Long Yin’s wrist again, but after detecting the still-empty response, he turned pale. It seemed that he… Really sucked Long Yin dry!
T.N: I have decided to split this chapter in two parts. Please don’t come after me for being lazy, the original chapter has over 7000 characters! 7000!!! Also, I know what the author wanted to do with all the “sucking essence”, “sucking dry” and whatnots, I know what they meant to say but hell, trying to translate a censored text is going to be the death of me :)) just read it as it is and imagine whatever you want. As far as I’m concerned, they did more than kissing
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