He had long been used to pain. Compared with the pain in his palm, the inexplicable heat and indescribable throbbing gushing out of his body made him feel completely at a loss. Before that moment, Feng Qingyun had never experienced blooming, therefore, he had no idea what to expect. He only knew that if things went on like that… He was afraid we would end up losing his mind and enter Qi deviation. Even if Long Yin came to suppress him, he might still end up unknowingly killing the demonic cultivators within a radius of a dozen miles.
But he was not Mu Hanyang. Even if the remains of the ancient battlefield were full of demonic cultivators, there was no reason to kill them. The only thing he could do in his situation was to barely limit the scope of his movements… And if someone came to him, taking the initiative to find death… Then he couldn’t be blamed.
At the moment before reason left him, Feng Qingyun whispered a name from the bottom of his heart, but the voice was so small that even he could hardly hear it. Then, the huge and majestic flower demon exploded, covering the whole ruins.
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The demonic essence that permeated the air was so strong that it exceeded that of an ordinary demon general, directly approaching the realm of the Demon Emperor himself. Many demonic cultivators felt it as soon as they entered the ruins, but after witnessing the recorded memory inside, they immediately thought it belonged to the remains of the Xuanwu, forever sealed in the ancient relics.
Similar things have happened in other secret realms before, such as the remains of the three-legged Jinwu[mfn]The three-legged (or tripedal) crow is a mythological creature in various mythologies and arts of East Asia. It is believed to inhabit and represent the Sun. In Chinese mythology and culture, the three-legged crow is called the sanzuwu(simplified Chinese: 三足乌; traditional Chinese: 三足烏; pinyin: sān zú wū) and is present in many myths. The most popular depiction of a sanzuwu is of a sun crow called the Yangwu (陽烏), more commonly referred to as the Jinwu (金烏; ‘golden crow’) or “golden crow”. Even though it is described as a corvid, it is usually colored red instead of black[/mfn] in the Suzaku ruins, which made the first cultivator to discover it jump directly to the Golden Core stage. Therefore, the demonic cultivators who felt such majestic demonic power were instantly salivating, rushing towards the ruins from all directions, with an unlucky, nearby small demon arriving first. Seeing the thorny vines on the ground and the flowers that covered the entire Baihua Cave, he did not associate them with the power he felt, simply looking along the vines. Then, seeing the view at the end, his entire person was stunned.
There was a beauty holding his sword, looking up at him while heavily panting. At that moment, all the disguises carefully placed on the beauty’s body had faded, but the little demon unfortunately did not recognize him. Instead, after seeing the flower buds on the main vine, he immediately smiled maliciously before saying: “Yo, how come there’s a little flower demon here, all ready to bloom? Your flower buds are so small, but it’s okay. Why don’t you let me help–”
But before he could finish his words, he suddenly let out a scream, as soon as the thorny vines penetrated his heart, with blood gushing out… And that was the last sound he made in the world. After three breaths, the stupid demon who did not recognize the heights of Heaven went silent forever.
The blood flowing out of the corpse was wrapped in vines and sucked a couple of times, but it soon threw the body to the ground in disgust. On the main vine, the pale red flower buds that were waiting to bloom seemed to turn a little brighter because of the nourishment of blood. The demonic plant then gradually quieted down, like a lurking viper, patiently waiting for its next prey. And between the thorns, a man held a sword that pierced the palm of his hand, blushing heavily and leaning on the stone tablet. His plain robes were splashed with the demon’s blood he had just finished feeding on, looking like a burning fire, gorgeous and dazzling.
As one could imagine, everything that followed was like the perfect reproduction of a fable. Countless greedy demonic cultivations followed the mysterious power, only to find their demise. Some of them turned back when they saw the strange thorns and vines, but most of them continued to move forward and, by the time they realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
Among the bright deadly flowers, the screams of demons were endless, as the hunter finally became prey.
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When Long Yin arrived, the sea of flowers had already become a sea of corpses and fire, a scene that could only be called a beautiful purgatory. The Demon Emperor grabbed a fleeing cultivator and threw him aside at will, looking down at the thorny vines that almost covered the whole earth below. Seeing what the fuss was all about, he finally smiled and whispered: “It turned out to be a delicate, little rose…”
Next to the thorny vines, countless bodies looked as terrible as hell, most of them still stubbornly clinging to life. The vines only took a few bites and threw them aside in disgust, as if they were picky about food and cleanliness, and did not want to be contaminated with such a foul taste.
Seeing that, Long Yin could only sigh. After landing among the vines, he did not accuse Feng Qingyun of being picky about food. Instead, he said: “No wonder… Did that good brother of yours starve you so badly you weren’t able to blossom for 600 years?!”
Naturally, the vine couldn’t answer his words.
The demon clan was born from lust and blood, the spiritual animal clan was good at absorbing people’s essence, and spiritual plants were good at consuming flesh. Therefore, it was obvious that some demonic existences could only suppress their nature by absorbing the nourishment of blood.
However, Feng Qingyun was raised by righteous cultivators since he was a little sprout, never learning how to systematically transform blood into demonic power. In the end, he could only rely on willpower to suppress his nature, completely unskilled…
… And at present, he was fully controlled by instinct, just like a beast that had been hungry for hundreds of years, finding it hard to restrain itself. But Long Yin still looked at the ferocious vines without any sort of fear, walking over the mangled corpses of countless demons.
The vine, originally picky and extremely dissatisfied with its current choice of food, felt his breath, and after a pause, it rushed up. Long Yin raised his hand to grab one of the vines, and the thorns on it instantly penetrated his palm. The moment the vine touched his blood, even Long Yin as the “prey”, could feel its joy. But as if he couldn’t feel the pain, the Demon Lord raised his eyebrows and asked: “Do you like me that much?”
The vine responded with a gradually tight force and a deeper and deeper stab. As for Long Yin, he let the vine wrap around his right hand, raising his foot to continue walking closer.
Finally, he saw the beauty who leaned on the stone tablet, nailing himself in place with his sword. “This is the Demon World, Little Palace Master,” he said. “If you sacrifice yourself like this, you’ll be swallowed up.”
“I… I’m fine. Don’t get too close…” Feng Qingyun felt hot all over, and both his thoughts and words scattered all over the place. “I’m sorry… Need your help…”
In front of that scene, the Demon Lord asked leisurely as if the situation was not urgent at all: “What do you want me to help you with?”
Feng Qingyun exhaled another breath of hot air, struggling to answer: “Please help me… Cut off all the vines…”
It was about time for Long Yin to finally be surprised by something, almost thinking he had auditory hallucinations: “… What… Did you say?!”
“Cutting off the branches can temporarily relieve the pressure on the main vine…” Feng Qingyun gasped, and even his eyelashes were trembling. “Just hurry…”
However, Long Yin’s expression turned a little obscure for a moment before asking: “Won’t it hurt?”
Poor Feng Qingyun couldn’t understand why pain mattered at the moment at all! Was it really important whether he was in pain or not?! In the end, he simply blurted out: “Pain is also a way to relieve it… Hurry up… Long Yin…”
His words were mixed with gasps, sounding suspiciously like the urging of lovers in the deep night. However, Long Yin was not in the mood to tease him. He simply looked down condescendingly, with no evident emotions in his eyes. The next moment, he raised his foot and continued to approach, and the out-of-control vines rushed up, wrapping around his exposed neck.
Feng Qingyun was shocked, and the tears on his eyelashes fell down while he said with all his strength: “Let go… Let go! You will die!” However, his vines showed a completely different attitude, almost happily burrowing themselves under Long Yin’s skin.
“What you say is different from what your heart desires.” Long Yin didn’t seem to feel pain at all. Instead, he stepped forward and pinched Feng Qingyun’s chin and, in his slightly surprised and confused eyes, raised his face and asked: “You lived your previous life in the Xiān Gōng Sect for more than 600 years. Did your good brother ever let you play to your heart’s content?”
Feng Qingyun stared at him blankly for a long time, then trembled and begged with a watery voice: “You let go of me…”
And yet, the unmoving Demon Lord simply squinted at the beauty in front of him, a man who had finally and thoroughly shown the true essence of the demon clan. In Long Yin’s eyes, there was only the reflection of that face, a face that was originally beautiful and famous in the world, but now came with bewitching eyes that were red around the corners and slightly opened, moist lips. A face that was dazzlingly amours, dangerous, and unforgettable.
However, his eyelashes were trembling with water hanging on them, covering eyes that seemed innocent but belonged to a beautiful poisonous snake that lured its prey in for the kill.
Long Yin pinched that small chin slightly, and the closer he leaned over, the more Feng Qingyun could no longer control himself, allowing the rose vine to pierce deeply along Long Yin’s spine and taste blood in an instant.
His demonic power was completely out of control and, if he didn’t pay attention, both of them would disappear. However, Long Yin didn’t seem to care.
His eyes were very deep as if he was suppressing some sort of anger.
… But what was he angry about?!
Feng Qingyun’s chaotic brain couldn’t understand, but he still subconsciously blocked the main vine that came out of his primordial body with his still usable, trembling arm, preventing it from touching Long Yin. At present, that was the only part of his body he could barely control and…
… If his main vine also went wild, the consequences would be unimaginable.
“You go… Leave…” Feng Qingyun’s words were hot, almost squeezed out from between his teeth. “You will die… It will suck you dry… Don’t…”
He couldn’t figure out why Long Yin didn’t do what he asked. Obviously, he only needed to cut down some vines. After he survived that, everything should be alleviated, and it was just a disobedient vine… How could someone pay so much attention to protecting it?!
But while he refused, his main vine full of trembling flower buds still found its way up to Long Yin’s face. The Demon Lord still didn’t move, looking at the peerless face that stared at him through the ferocious vines. And a moment later, he suddenly lowered his eyes, and Feng Qingyun’s stare turned to confusion. The next second, Long Yin opened his mouth without warning and directly bit down on one flower bud, swallowing it completely.
Feng Qingyun was shocked all over, looking at the other party in complete bewilderment. It was difficult to describe it in words. The huge impact of that action climbed from the tip of his vines all the way to his brain in an instant, and Feng Qingyun’s pupils trembled for a moment, containing his… His…
The overly stimulating feeling instantly washed away his last bit of reason and the flower buds that were still struggling to bloom a moment before lost a few petals. As for Long Yin, he grabbed the falling petals and handed them to Feng Qingyun’s mouth. However, when he tried to dodge, the Demon Lord unceremoniously grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard.
It was a kiss mixed with blood and the taste of roses. Feng Qingyun sobbed unconsciously, and the tears at the corners of his eyes kept falling as if he were being bullied. However, despite the pitifulness in his expression, his ferocious and beautiful vines still climbed over Long Yin’s shoulders and tightened happily, sucking both the blood and the demonic qi in his body.
And yet, Long Yin still didn’t seem to care about the pain at all.
Feng Qingyun was forced to swallow his own petals, watching the man in front of him completely swallow them as well. For a split second, his whole existence turned red, so ashamed that he couldn’t wait to find a way to vanish on the spot.
But the next moment, the man who was so adamant about never admitting he was indeed caught up in an illusion and forced to play the Dragon God in a mysterious secret realm, whispered in his ear: “… Miss Yu, do you need me to pollinate you?”
As soon as his words fully registered, Feng Qingyun’s main vine finally went berserk, taking with it his last bit of reason.
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