WYFSDLG Chapter 18

Because of Long Yin’s previous action of teasing him, the distance between them was narrow to the extreme, but in the face of Feng Qingyun’s relentless questioning, the air suddenly fell into stagnation. After a long time, Long Yin cleared his throat and looked away, in an effort to struggle away from the truth. “…It’s just a metaphor,” he whispered.

 

However, Feng Qingyun squinted his eyes slightly. In the reddish moonlight, he suddenly approached, stared at Long Yin without blinking, and called his name directly: “Long Yin, have you really never entered that illusion?”

 

He was close, too close even, but he didn’t feel anything was wrong with that. Long Yin suddenly found that his Little Palace Master, who was only a few hundred years old but seemed to be strong beyond his age, actually had no sense of self-preservation… And just like that, he couldn’t help but hook the corners of his mouth, raise his hand without warning, and press the back of Feng Qingyun’s neck, suddenly drawing the insignificant distance between them closer to zero.

 

“—?!”

 

The tip of their noses almost collided, and Feng Qingyun’s eyes opened wider. As for the Demon Lord, he pressed their foreheads together and whispered: “Little Palace Master, didn’t your ex-husband teach you what it means to stare at a man without blinking?”

 

The air became sticky in an instant, and Feng Qingyun’s breathing went completely stale. For a moment, he felt that the flower buds inside his primordial body seemed to undergo a subtle change.

 

“I…”

 

But before his words were finished, something suddenly changed outside. The bloody color finally climbed up and covered the whole moon completely, making even the earth tremble.

 

As if waking up from a dream, Feng Qingyun turned his head to look out the window, without realizing that, at the moment, he was almost completely held in the Demon Lord’d arms. As for Long Yin, he was known to be a man who excelled at taking advantage of the situation, so it was even more unlikely for him to be the first to break out of the situation. In the end, he half hugged and half supported Feng Qingyun, looking at him with deep eyes before saying: “Let’s go, the truth you are looking for may be inside.”

 

However, Feng Qingyun was innocent, but not easily fooled. Hearing the man’s words, he frowned and looked back at him: “You haven’t answered my question yet.”

 

“You’re so persistent. Do you really want to prove how much you like your Dragon God?”

 

After spending some time together, Feng Qingyun was finally immune to the Demon Lord’s smooth tongue. Faced with that sort of infuriating answer, he said nothing, instead continuing to frown and stare at him. In the end, no one could stand being looked at with such focused eyes, and even the Emperor of the entire demon race was no exception.

 

“Okay, okay, this Lord really can’t remember what you just asked…” Long Yin smiled while lowering his head to rest on Feng Qingyun’s shoulder, whispering in his ear and even changing the way he addressed himself, but it still did not change his nature of teasing people. “When this Lord remembers, I’ll make sure to tell you the answer, okay?”

 

All of his words sounded like an effort to coax him. In Feng Qingyun’s memory, Long Yin used the exact same tone as the Dragon God who was stuck in that cave, racking his brains to make him happy before dying to protect him.

 

It’s just that… Pretending to hide his identity and not admitting to anything made the current Long Yin so much more infuriating than all the previous times they were stuck together!

 

The light of the bloody moon shone in through the window. Feng Qingyun pursed his lips and gave up, saying: “…A gentleman shouldn’t be full of nonsense. If you don’t want to say it, that’s fine. But if you’re willing, please think about it clearly before admitting it.”

 

Obviously, the events of their previous life coaxed him into having a psychological shadow, willing to bow his head in front of Long Yin. The Demon Lord smiled even more happily when he heard that, saying: “Okay, okay, I see.”

 

The two finally separated and looked down through the window. The unique wind of the demon world blew across the earth, and an entrance like a whirlpool appeared directly below their residence, mirroring the bloody moon in the sky. It seemed that Yue Jinshu did not lie to them. There was indeed a valid reason why that floating mansion was so expensive. After looking at each other for a brief moment, the two finally jumped down from the window at the same time.

 

…………….

 

The moment he touched the entrance, a dizzy feeling covered his entire being. When Feng Qingyun opened his eyes again, he found himself standing alone on a blood-red earth, with no one by his side. In fact, that was actually not surprising. After all, the place they entered was said to be the remains of an ancient battlefield, but it was actually just the product of a time and space distortion…

 

… And since that was the case, even if they entered from the same entrance, there was no guarantee they would find themselves in the same place. Therefore, there was no need to be worried. With Long Yin’s strength, Feng Qingyun was afraid there was nothing that could harm him except the complete collapse of the heavens, so worrying about the Demon Lord’s current situation was pointless.

 

Feng Qingyun looked up at the relics in front of him, only to see that half of the sky was empty, while the other half was just… Gone.

 

… What a familiar scene.

 

It turned out that the so-called ancient battlefield was actually a secret realm that couldn’t be interfered with by outsiders, retaining the exact appearance it had all those years ago, a faithful memory of the events that happened during the ancient war. As for getting the answers they were looking for or spying on the Heavenly Dao, it all depended on the personal luck and talent of those who entered.

 

In fact, if other cultivators were to enter the secret realm at that moment, they could only see the signs of the collapsed heaven, regarding it as the absolute end. But in Feng Qingyun’s eyes, the death of the Heavenly Dao was far from signaling the end, but the beginning.

 

On the bloody earth, a huge Xuanwu roared up to the sky, and three figures appeared suddenly in front of the black hole that tore Heaven to pieces, silhouettes that seemed to belong to two men and one woman. Feng Qingyun frowned slightly and suddenly realized something. It was actually the sole survivor of the ancient war, the immortal who became known as the Mistress of the Underworld, accompanied by two other immortals, possible members of the reclusive Huangquan clan.

 

But far from waiting to be admired by common people, the three immortals looked to be completely concerned with the scarred Xuanwu below. However, it was just defeating one divine beast. Was it really worth combining the powers of three immortals? Feng Qingyun felt puzzled, but what he witnessed was just a recorded shadow of a memory. He couldn’t interfere with it, nor could he help if needed, only able to continue watching it.

 

Although the Xuanwu was full of scars, it did not retreat in front of enemies, roaring loudly in their faces. In an instant, the fight between the divine beast and the three immortals began and for a brief moment, the sky collapsed a bit more and the earth cracked, covered in heavenly light.

 

In the end, the Xuanwu was outnumbered and lost the fight, but not before taking one immortal with it. And yet, the remaining two were not sad to see their companion die. Instead, they retreated immediately from the battlefield and looked around anxiously for something.

 

The earth that was soaked in Xuanwu’s blood was almost completely turned over by them and something floated up in the air, looking like specks of blood that quietly infiltrated the surrounding plants and trees. However, Feng Qingyun didn’t care what it was at first because, the next moment, he saw that the two immortals who were still searching until a moment ago suddenly froze in mid-air.

 

A third figure appeared on top of Xuanwu’s remains without warning.

 

Feng Qingyun squinted slightly, only to see that it was a clear-faced cultivator, wearing a black robe with golden details and holding a simple sword. He was covered in cuts all over his body, looking as if he just barely managed to escape another battle, but still half a step too late, failing to save the Xuanwu.

 

Despite not looking much different from ordinary cultivators, the vague and strange atmosphere around him made Feng Qingyun feel that he did not look like a righteous cultivator at all…

 

… After all, he had never seen a cultivator that exuded such an extremely inhuman and dangerous breath.

 

Feng Qingyun panicked slightly, but the black-clothed “cultivator” did not notice his existence, too tired to even acknowledge the other two immortals. But after seeing him, they in turn showed a look of meeting the greatest enemy of the entire human race. However, before Feng Qingyun could figure out the reason for that, he got his answer. The next second, that strange “cultivator” raised his hand and straightened his sword lightly. Even if the two immortals who were facing him were already prepared, they still failed to resist him, getting cut like two paper boats, drifting aimlessly in the air… But there was no blood flowing out of their bodies and instead, both of them gradually disappeared, their fates unknown. Seeing that happen before his very own eyes, Feng Qingyun froze in place.

 

Who on earth was that person…?! 

 

How could someone be that strong?! 

 

In his shocked eyes, he then saw the man drag his tired body and cut off the dead Xuanwu’s four legs, planning to use its mangled corpse to support the sky that was about to fully collapse. Waving his hand once more, the massive body of the divine beast turned to light and flew to the canopy, blocking the ferocious and terrible black hole that started to form.

 

After doing all of that, the strange “cultivator” in black did not look back, disappearing from the battlefield with his sword. However, looking at the man’s gradually dissipating back, Feng Qingyun couldn’t help but furrow his brows. That person was clearly not similar to anyone he knew in his memory, but Feng Qingyun still felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity…

 

Why was someone he felt was familiar doing in the shadow of an ancient battlefield?!

 

But before Feng Qingyun could understand the connection, the corpse of the dead Xuanwu unfortunately fell down from the sky and hit the ground straight, splashing a ripple on the reddish earth. However, what flew out of it was not blood. As the recorded memory gradually faded, Feng Qingyun’s expression turned blank. It was petals, real, bright red flower petals, overwhelmingly scattering from every corner of the earth…

 

… And after the illusion faded completely, there was now a stone tablet wrapped in vines where the huge corpse of the Xuanwu used to be. Feng Qingyun’s heart jumped suddenly. He raised his hand and pulled at the vines, revealing the ancient font engraved on the stone tablet: Baihua Cave.

 

Feng Qingyun opened his eyes wide and looked at the sea of flying petals in astonishment, feeling completely dumbfounded.

 

How could the Xuanwu beast die in Baihua Cave?! Or was it that after its death, the corpse nourished the place, creating a sacred ground?!

 

And most importantly, how could the Baihua Cave, a place that in ancient legends symbolized peace and abundance appear right here, in the demon world?!

 

Despite his shock, Feng Qingyun didn’t have time to think about it at all. Before, everything was blocked in layers upon layers of illusions, but the Baihua Cave revealed behind it all was real.

 

And the most fatal thing for him was that those flying petals were also just as real.

 

Those ruins have been sealed for thousands of years, and the strange flower petals that grew out of Xuanwu’s corpse were simply a natural tonic for spiritual plants. Feng Qingyun’s primordial body started to feel extreme joy, uncontrollably and greedily absorbing the spiritual power in the air, and the buds on his vine finally moved, growing rapidly.

 

Feng Qingyun’s face became a little blank, followed by a sudden attack of furious blushing. For a brief second, even the corners of his eyes were dyed crimson. But the next moment, an overwhelming amount of vines came out of his body and covered the whole earth, with thorn-like branches stretching up to block half of the sky, looking as if they wanted to suck the bloody moon out of the canopy.

 

No one could have thought that the Second Palace Master of the Xiān Gōng Sect, the righteous sword cultivator and master of the pristine Linshuang sword who was always as gentle as jade would harbor such a dark and terrifying secret…

 

Among the overwhelming number of vines, a main branch full of delicate and seemingly harmless flower buds staggered up the stone tablet…

 

… However, if knowledgeable people were to see it, they could only retreat in shock and fear because it was none other than the bloody rose of the demon race, a beautiful and frightening existence that fed upon flesh and blood.

 

 

The author has something to say: Hey, hey, hey, Qingyun is a little rose. It was guessed right by a cutie before. As for why he never bloomed before, it’s because he didn’t suck blood, so theoretically, Qingyun is still a minor, and he can only bloom after gnawing his husband.

And who doesn’t know that roses are really resilient? Other flower demons only have one flower, but when he blooms, Qingyun blooms hundreds of them.

T.N: I don’t get why Feng Qingyun insisted on becoming a righteous sword cultivator when he clearly has the body of a demonic spiritual plant, thriving in the Demon World and excelling at sucking demonic essence from his Demon Emperor husband :))

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