Yu Jinnian worked overtime to delve into an action plan but didn’t really come up with anything in particular to solve the problem.
He examined Jiang Zheliu’s pulse again, whilst Wenren Ye sat on the sidelines watching over them.
“He just has a heightened body temperature.” The Divine Sage of Medicine stroked his chin whilst thinking, “He just needs to take care of his health for a little longer to recover some more, but if he still doesn’t recover enough, then the only solution is to use some stronger medicines to support him and let Wenren Ye take a stab at it.”
Those who were present all knew what “take a stab at it” meant.
Jiang Zheliu coughed lightly, he kind of wanted to cower away. But he did not show it, and continued to ask: “Stronger medicines?”
“That’s right.” Yu Jinnian sighed, “It won’t be too good for the recovery of your health, but there is no other way, if you get to the point that you cannot resist any longer, then the consequences are really unthinkable.”
Jiang Zheliu nodded quietly.
His body had still not returned to normal, now that he had taken his medicine, he seemed to be in better spirits, but his body temperature was higher than normal.
Even Yu Jinnian who was a mere mortal could smell this faintly discernible scent.
This matter had been temporarily put to rest, Yu Jinnian turned and changed the subject: “These last few days, I have been communicating with Qian Tong and Kun Tong, asking them to find out if Wang Wenyuan has been up to much…..”
Qian Tong and Kun Tong were the two little ginseng children.
He paused for a moment, and then looked at Jiang Zheliu pensively for a while, and then said: “Tianji Pavilion isn’t really doing anything out of the ordinary at the moment, they have just announced that er-shaoye has gone into closed door meditation. But over at Ling Xiao Sect…. They wish to have their sect’s precious treasure returned.”
Ling Xiao Sword was still at Zhongnan Mountain.
Jiang Zheliu lowered his head to drink his tea, just letting the tea wet and moisturize the lips. As he was looking down, it was not possible to see his facial expression. On the contrary, Wenren Ye who was sitting beside him furrowed his eyebrows, and his body emitted a vicious aura.
“Since Zhu Wuxin is dead, no matter who takes charge of Ling Xiao Sect, he must also have the treasure in his hand.” Yu Jinnian shared his analysis, “With the Devil Lord present, they wouldn’t dare to come here and take it with force, but they will probably come under the facade of righteousness and morality, crowing like a cock and stealing like a dog1 to try and threaten you.”
Jiang Zheliu’s gaze was still upon the contents of his cup, until he finally looked up, looking far outside the window of the little pine house at the pine trees that had survived the cold winter wind and snow.
The branches of the pine trees were covered by frost and snow.
He was sitting next to the little devil, his body temperature was high and he was wearing thick clothing, he shouldn’t have felt cold, but at this moment, his fingertips were still slightly frosty.
Jiang Zheliu closed up his palm, slowly kneading those cold fingertips, his expressionless face looked down at them for a while, and then he said: “All in the name of reputation and of benefit, in the end it’s difficult to entrust it to anyone.”
“That’s nothing.” Yu Jinnian said with a slightly sarcastic tone, “The Leader of the Four Great Immortal Sects, It’s just a pit dug for you. Okay, don’t think about it too much. You have to let go of this matter and choose someone to give the sword to, let the jackals and wolves2 tear each other apart, and not let any dirty blood splash upon you. ”
Jiang Zheliu rubbed his fingertips. He didn’t want to answer, but he couldn’t help but say, “That’s my sword.”
Yu Jinnian was taken aback, as if it was the first day that he had met him, and he said in surprise: “Jiang Xianzun, when you gave the sword to Zhu Wuxin, why didn’t you know then that it was your sword?”
Even if Jiang Zheliu didn’t answer, Yu Jinnian knew that Jiang Zheliu obviously hadn’t wanted to hand it over willingly. Someone like Zhu Wuxin who was the son of the former Sect Leader could only care about his own selfish desires. It is even harder to count upon the other people, so it wasn’t as simple as handing out a simple sword, but it was also the thousand years of strenuous work he had done on behalf of Ling Xiao Sect.
The more Yu Jinnian thought about it, the more he felt it was unfair, he frowned and said: “You’re still thinking like this, who do you think you are tormenting. If you can get better then I’d have the support of Jiang Xianzun, and then wouldn’t it be waving the flag to send you out of the mountain3? But with the state you are in now, don’t tell me you’re still thinking about holding a sword?”
He was a little annoyed, but this kind of annoyance was the sort that a doctor would have towards his unruly patient. In the heat of the moment, he had completely forgotten about the difference in status and seniority between the two of them.
After he finished speaking, he felt a bit overwhelmed, and sat back in his original position angrily, turning his head to look away.
Jiang Zheliu was not angry at all. He even felt that Yu Jinnian made a lot of sense, but he did not change his mind. Instead, he reached out and poured a cup of tea for the Divine Sage of Medicine, and said, “Calm yourself.”
His hand rested on the edge of the tea cup, his transparent frost-white fingertips pressed up against the jade cup which had a snow-white background and green jade pattern. A faint glimmer of light cast in from outside the window and fell upon where his fingertips and the cup met casting a smooth halo.
It looked so good.
The little devil stared at his hand, and when he saw the other party put down the teacup, he turned and pulled Jiang Zheliu’s finger over into his arms and rubbed them ferociously.
Why was this the only place that was still ice cold.
His hands were very strange, they would turn red and flushed when he was exerting a lot of force or when he was feeling angry or embarrassed. Each joint was slightly pink, resembling a rose-tinted cloud. But normally, under the light, it was white and transparent, his nails had no sign of vitality, and his frail body was slender and could easily break.
Having his hands rubbed by the little devil, he didn’t really know what to say to Yu Jinnian. According to his age and seniority, he was the elder, but according to the current situation, he could not ignore the instructions of his doctor.
He thought for a while before slowly saying: “If… I really want to…”
“Wanted to do what?” Yu Jinnian originally wanted to drink his tea and leave it as that, it was not like anyone was going to immediately die. But he was irritated by this half a sentence, thinking that this person still wanted to go and offer up his life for that group of b*stards. Staring at him, “Don’t even think about it!”
“…Want to hold a sword.”
Jiang Zheliu calmly finished the second half sentence.
Yu Jinnian exhibited a ferocious angry face before he froze suddenly, and slowly calmed down, then glanced over at him a few times, and said: “You want to restore your cultivation now? It’s too late, it’s impossible. Unless you die, and have your corpse refined into a puppet, and then use the method of necromancy, that would perhaps be the only way to recover your body. But given the fragile state of your soul, you can’t even reincarnate.”
To reincarnate and keep your memories, the soul must have the corresponding cultivation realm. Although Jiang Zheliu had the cultivation realm, his primordial spirit was too fragile and couldn’t support reincarnation at all, his soul would most certainly return to heaven and earth.
“Refined into a puppet?” Jiang Zheliu seemed to think of something, “As far as I know, the only person who is able to do this, is the Lay Buddhist, Wang Xiangtai of the Netherworld…”
Although He Sorshi was the master of the Netherworld, he was bound by the giant chains, and was unable to leave his own body. So many things were taken care of by other ghost cultivators in collaboration. For example, the Lay Buddhist, Wang Xiangtai who Jiang Zheliu had just mentioned.
These ghost cultivators in the Netherworld seemingly acknowledged He Sorshi as their master, but in fact they only really worked for the Netherworld. So even like the last time when the River of the Dead trembled and shook, as long as they didn’t want to come, these ghost cultivators wouldn’t come.
Wang Xiangtai’s surname was Liu, but his actual name was unknown. Together with the Bridge Master of Naihe Bridge4, they were the actual rulers of the Netherworld.
Just after he finished speaking, he noticed two sets of eyes staring at him.
The little devil’s purple eyes had turned completely dark, and he looked at him intently. Yu Jinnian was understanding within his own confusion, and added: “If you really want to treat yourself like this…”
“No.” Wenren Ye clutched his sleeve, “I won’t allow it.”
He had always been worried about Jiang Zheliu’s physical condition. Recently, he had become even more anxious due to the situation arising in the Devil Realm, and his emotions were somewhat difficult to control: “No, you can’t.”
Just as Jiang Zheliu wanted to comfort him, he was picked up by the little devil involuntarily and taken from his beloved little chair. He didn’t manage to explain a word, when he had already been carried away towards the screen. He didn’t have time to explain to the little devil that he was simply just asking, but Wenren Ye had already placed him on the bed.
“Little Devil…? You…pfff…”
His primordial spirit had been invaded.
Instead of the word invasion, this feeling was more like a vicious hug, incredibly forceful, which hurt him a little.
But it was also very warm, wrapping up his fragile soul, and then slowly digging into the depths of his primordial spirit, slowly fitting and gradually blending with his soul.
This had started a bit too suddenly, but because of the dependency created from before, it was not so difficult for him to accept.
Jiang Zheliu breathed out and whispered: “…Come out, stop messing around.”
Wenren Ye did not leave, not only did he not withdraw, but also he pressed against him more deeply, invading Jiang Zheliu’s spirit from the top to the bottom, grasping at the slightest change in his emotions.
He was like a large hound, stuck close to his neck, his canine teeth were almost about to bite into the slender white neck of the person in his arms, but when it really came down to it, he relaxed and only eagerly licked it.
“You can’t think like this.”
Jiang Zheliu didn’t know why the other suddenly felt so insecure. He lifted up his hand and began to stroke the little devil’s head, finding that feeling that made him feel captivated yet fearful, and whispered: “I didn’t……..”
“You can’t leave me alone.”
This sentence appeared suddenly. But it seemed that it had been lingering for a long time, it was something Wenren Ye wanted to say but never did.
Jiang Zheliu closed his fist, and some of the other’s hair was caught inside.
In fact, the little devil knew better than anyone else that he had lived a long life, but that was as short as a day and a night, he would not live for more than another one hundred years. To a cultivator, this really was too short, time flies and in a snap of the finger it would already be over.
He knew better than anyone that Jiang Zheliu would leave him. But he was more reluctant than anyone to believe this.
“…You…” Jiang Zheliu’s words paused, and a kiss was placed on his neck, and a thin layer of red flushed up. “…Don’t think so much.”
The little devil did not speak.
The two of them were entwined with each other, lingering together, and even the slightest emotional changes could be felt.
Jiang Zheliu felt the little devil’s emotions settle down.
After a while, he felt the warm breath of the little devil tickle his ears, and the other spoke in a low voice.
“Even if you are angry with me and think that I’ve done wrong in the future, don’t leave me…”
Jiang Zheliu frowned slightly, feeling that something was not quite right. He calmly said, “You won’t do anything bad to me.”
Wenren Ye stopped talking, and slowly hugged him tighter, as if a strange switch had been triggered with a subtle sense of self-doubt and worry.
His eyes were very special, because they were a magnificent purple. When he looked down, Jiang Zheliu was taken slightly aback.
“You and I are of different races, so we could never establish a Fate Seal5.” He lowered his head to Jiang Zheliu’s shoulder, “It makes me think you will leave me one day…”
Jiang Zheliu couldn’t help but smile, feeling that the little devil in front of him would also act like this, it was somewhat adorable.
He didn’t know how to act spoiled, but it didn’t prevent him from thinking that such a big devil was cute when he was acting coquettishly.
“It’s okay, don’t think like that.” Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, “I will always be with you, I will not leave you.”
Wenren Ye became overly cautious after that incident in the Netherworld, coupled with the recent preparations in the Devil Realm, making his attitude and care for Jiang Zheliu become even more extreme.
Because of the out of control behaviour of this Devil Lord, it had even made Yu Jinnian try to speak to Jiang Zheliu behind the Devil Lord’s back a several times, trying to find out what happened that day, but Jiang Zheliu ignored him and feigned ignorance to all of his questions.
The little mute had been very obedient the whole time, whilst Yu Jinnian held his hand pulling him here and there, he looked so obedient and cute, being quiet aside from the sound of his breathing.
Zhongnan Mountain was isolated from the rest of the world, and the internal and external communication depended on Yu Jinnian exchanging letters with the two ginseng children. This time it snowed for another half a month, so that even the woodcutters did not come up the mountain.
The mountains were covered by heavy snow, the pine and cypresses were covered with frost, and the branches were covered with a white dusting of snowflakes.
White plum blossoms fell onto the snow, it was daybreak, and the sky was boundless and vast.
Just as the morning sun began to come from between the clouds, the sky was pierced by an illuminating light, and then the dragon’s call rang out through the clouds, before crashing into the heavy snow.
The way all of the demons made their entrance was very similar. When Lie Zhen came over, it was also in this way, as if they wished for the whole world to know… It seemed that the way the demon race made an entrance originated from their methods to attract a mate.
It was just that when Lie Zhen came, there was not such heavy snow in Zhongnan Mountain. So it wasn’t enough to thrust a dignified Demon Zhenjun into a giant heap of snow.
Jiang Zheliu sat in front of the window, looking at the pocket in the snow that had been made by something crashing into it, he turned his head and glanced at Ah-Chu who was next to him: “…What’s that?”
“That…” Ah-Chu raised his head and followed his gaze, and then turned back to fan the flames over the small stove. “Did we not break the railing on the second floor last time? When Devil Lord Wenren was repairing it, I’m not sure why but he also made a ditch, where he sprinkled some dust to repel insects.”
…A ditch?
Jiang Zheliu hugged his hand warmer, whilst wondering how a ditch would work in this kind of weather.
He estimated that there was a thin layer of ice underneath the thick snow.
The Azure Dragon was hydrophilic, so she wasn’t too bothered about this kind of weather. It was a spectacle however to see the Demon Realm’s Zhenjun climb out of the ice pocket. And Qing Lin’s weight corresponded to her body composition, which was completely different from Lie Zhen’s Vermillion Bird skeleton which was hollow. In contrast, the Azure Dragon’s body weighed at least a couple of tons.
He watched as the drenched Qing Lin pushed open the door, the dragon scales on her body were faintly discernible.
Jiang Zheliu resisted for a long while but finally still couldn’t hold it back, he smiled and said: “How was your cold shower?”
Qing Lin’s hair was wet, she took off her hairpin and the water beads continued to drop onto the floor. The frost and snow on her body all melted because of the temperature inside. Her dragon scales which were light blue with a hint of gold were shining brightly.
As soon as she came in, she scanned the room with her spiritual senses and found that Wenren Ye was not there, so she casually took a seat across from Jiang Zheliu.
After just taking a few steps, the clothes on Qing Lin’s body were completely dried, and she replied indifferently: “It wasn’t bad, quite refreshing.”
Jiang Zheliu’s body composition was not as good as hers. He was more like a retired old veteran who had a blanket spread out on him whilst sipping on hot tea. He held onto his hand warmer through all of the seasons. At this very moment, he was in the middle of a game of Go with his neighbour, Wang Moxuan.
Qing Lin glanced at the Go board, her eyes stopped, and said: “I specially came to see you, but you treat me like this, Jiang Xianzun is extremely ruthless.”
Jiang Zheliu raised his eyebrows and said, “Came to see me specifically?”
His tone was gentle but also with a hint of suspicion.
Qing Lin coughed twice and explained: “Well, I have something to ask of you.”
“En, tell me.”
“After the Pure Flame Pearl was put back into the Four Divisions Pill Furnace, I am the only one left to guard over the Demon Realm.” Qing Lin looked at him and said, “A few days ago, a mysterious person sent me a letter, saying that the Demon Realm and the Cultivation Realm would unite to carry out a major event.”
What could the major event be, there was nothing bigger than the Xuan Tongju Gate of the Devil Realm, in which there were countless secret treasures, this was known to everyone.
“That person told me that there is something behind the Xuan Tongju Gate, which can make the Four Divisions Pill Furnace give birth to a second Zhenjun of the Demon Realm immediately, which could save me years of trouble. He wants me to join hands with him.”
Qing Lin was extremely calm when explaining all of this.
“Please help me ask Devil Lord Wenren if such a thing really exists. If what he said is false, I will find out who that person is and punish him on the spot.” She paused, and continued, “If it is true. This thing, I’m willing to trade any treasure that Devil Lord Wenren wants from the Demon Realm for this. Good friend, please could you do me this favour.”
Qing Lin was a lot more mature than Lie Zhen, she would not easily instigate trouble, and understood how to weigh up the pros and the cons.
Jiang Zheliu listened quietly, without commenting, and then said: “After how the Demon Realm treated me, you still want me to make an effort for you. Why do I look like I can be easily persuaded?”
The Azure Dragon Zhenjun’s black hair scattered, her blue pupils glowed, and the dragon scales under her eyes glistened with an extremely soft shimmer. She came closer to him, breathed slowly beside Jiang Zheliu for a while, and suddenly said: “Yes, the way you are now, you not only look like you can be easily persuaded, but also easy to bully. Good friend, if you are tired of staying beside Wenren Ye, why don’t you come to Wan Ling Palace for a while, I will give you all my Dragon Pearls to play with…”
The dragon pearls of the dragon race would only be given to their other half. Wenren Ye mentioned before they were of different races so a Fate Seal1 cannot be established between them, plus there were several different kinds of seals, including one-way and two-way. But the dragon race was different, after the dragon pearl was divided into two halves, it would have the same effect as a Fate Seal, but they had another benefit, the partner could be of any race.
Jiang Zheliu was not affected at all by her words, his eyes were tranquil, he looked at her calmly, and said: “You——”
Qing Lin listened attentively.
“Are you dragons in heat at the moment?”
Yu Jinnian worked overtime to delve into an action plan but didn’t really come up with anything in particular to solve the problem.
He examined Jiang Zheliu’s pulse again, whilst Wenren Ye sat on the sidelines watching over them.
“He just has a heightened body temperature.” The Divine Sage of Medicine stroked his chin whilst thinking, “He just needs to take care of his health for a little longer to recover some more, but if he still doesn’t recover enough, then the only solution is to use some stronger medicines to support him and let Wenren Ye take a stab at it.”
Those who were present all knew what “take a stab at it” meant.
Jiang Zheliu coughed lightly, he kind of wanted to cower away. But he did not show it, and continued to ask: “Stronger medicines?”
“That’s right.” Yu Jinnian sighed, “It won’t be too good for the recovery of your health, but there is no other way, if you get to the point that you cannot resist any longer, then the consequences are really unthinkable.”
Jiang Zheliu nodded quietly.
His body had still not returned to normal, now that he had taken his medicine, he seemed to be in better spirits, but his body temperature was higher than normal.
Even Yu Jinnian who was a mere mortal could smell this faintly discernible scent.
This matter had been temporarily put to rest, Yu Jinnian turned and changed the subject: “These last few days, I have been communicating with Qian Tong and Kun Tong, asking them to find out if Wang Wenyuan has been up to much…..”
Qian Tong and Kun Tong were the two little ginseng children.
He paused for a moment, and then looked at Jiang Zheliu pensively for a while, and then said: “Tianji Pavilion isn’t really doing anything out of the ordinary at the moment, they have just announced that er-shaoye has gone into closed door meditation. But over at Ling Xiao Sect…. They wish to have their sect’s precious treasure returned.”
Ling Xiao Sword was still at Zhongnan Mountain.
Jiang Zheliu lowered his head to drink his tea, just letting the tea wet and moisturize the lips. As he was looking down, it was not possible to see his facial expression. On the contrary, Wenren Ye who was sitting beside him furrowed his eyebrows, and his body emitted a vicious aura.
“Since Zhu Wuxin is dead, no matter who takes charge of Ling Xiao Sect, he must also have the treasure in his hand.” Yu Jinnian shared his analysis, “With the Devil Lord present, they wouldn’t dare to come here and take it with force, but they will probably come under the facade of righteousness and morality, crowing like a cock and stealing like a dog1 to try and threaten you.”
Jiang Zheliu’s gaze was still upon the contents of his cup, until he finally looked up, looking far outside the window of the little pine house at the pine trees that had survived the cold winter wind and snow.
The branches of the pine trees were covered by frost and snow.
He was sitting next to the little devil, his body temperature was high and he was wearing thick clothing, he shouldn’t have felt cold, but at this moment, his fingertips were still slightly frosty.
Jiang Zheliu closed up his palm, slowly kneading those cold fingertips, his expressionless face looked down at them for a while, and then he said: “All in the name of reputation and of benefit, in the end it’s difficult to entrust it to anyone.”
“That’s nothing.” Yu Jinnian said with a slightly sarcastic tone, “The Leader of the Four Great Immortal Sects, It’s just a pit dug for you. Okay, don’t think about it too much. You have to let go of this matter and choose someone to give the sword to, let the jackals and wolves2 tear each other apart, and not let any dirty blood splash upon you. ”
Jiang Zheliu rubbed his fingertips. He didn’t want to answer, but he couldn’t help but say, “That’s my sword.”
Yu Jinnian was taken aback, as if it was the first day that he had met him, and he said in surprise: “Jiang Xianzun, when you gave the sword to Zhu Wuxin, why didn’t you know then that it was your sword?”
Even if Jiang Zheliu didn’t answer, Yu Jinnian knew that Jiang Zheliu obviously hadn’t wanted to hand it over willingly. Someone like Zhu Wuxin who was the son of the former Sect Leader could only care about his own selfish desires. It is even harder to count upon the other people, so it wasn’t as simple as handing out a simple sword, but it was also the thousand years of strenuous work he had done on behalf of Ling Xiao Sect.
The more Yu Jinnian thought about it, the more he felt it was unfair, he frowned and said: “You’re still thinking like this, who do you think you are tormenting. If you can get better then I’d have the support of Jiang Xianzun, and then wouldn’t it be waving the flag to send you out of the mountain3? But with the state you are in now, don’t tell me you’re still thinking about holding a sword?”
He was a little annoyed, but this kind of annoyance was the sort that a doctor would have towards his unruly patient. In the heat of the moment, he had completely forgotten about the difference in status and seniority between the two of them.
After he finished speaking, he felt a bit overwhelmed, and sat back in his original position angrily, turning his head to look away.
Jiang Zheliu was not angry at all. He even felt that Yu Jinnian made a lot of sense, but he did not change his mind. Instead, he reached out and poured a cup of tea for the Divine Sage of Medicine, and said, “Calm yourself.”
His hand rested on the edge of the tea cup, his transparent frost-white fingertips pressed up against the jade cup which had a snow-white background and green jade pattern. A faint glimmer of light cast in from outside the window and fell upon where his fingertips and the cup met casting a smooth halo.
It looked so good.
The little devil stared at his hand, and when he saw the other party put down the teacup, he turned and pulled Jiang Zheliu’s finger over into his arms and rubbed them ferociously.
Why was this the only place that was still ice cold.
His hands were very strange, they would turn red and flushed when he was exerting a lot of force or when he was feeling angry or embarrassed. Each joint was slightly pink, resembling a rose-tinted cloud. But normally, under the light, it was white and transparent, his nails had no sign of vitality, and his frail body was slender and could easily break.
Having his hands rubbed by the little devil, he didn’t really know what to say to Yu Jinnian. According to his age and seniority, he was the elder, but according to the current situation, he could not ignore the instructions of his doctor.
He thought for a while before slowly saying: “If… I really want to…”
“Wanted to do what?” Yu Jinnian originally wanted to drink his tea and leave it as that, it was not like anyone was going to immediately die. But he was irritated by this half a sentence, thinking that this person still wanted to go and offer up his life for that group of b*stards. Staring at him, “Don’t even think about it!”
“…Want to hold a sword.”
Jiang Zheliu calmly finished the second half sentence.
Yu Jinnian exhibited a ferocious angry face before he froze suddenly, and slowly calmed down, then glanced over at him a few times, and said: “You want to restore your cultivation now? It’s too late, it’s impossible. Unless you die, and have your corpse refined into a puppet, and then use the method of necromancy, that would perhaps be the only way to recover your body. But given the fragile state of your soul, you can’t even reincarnate.”
To reincarnate and keep your memories, the soul must have the corresponding cultivation realm. Although Jiang Zheliu had the cultivation realm, his primordial spirit was too fragile and couldn’t support reincarnation at all, his soul would most certainly return to heaven and earth.
“Refined into a puppet?” Jiang Zheliu seemed to think of something, “As far as I know, the only person who is able to do this, is the Lay Buddhist, Wang Xiangtai of the Netherworld…”
Although He Sorshi was the master of the Netherworld, he was bound by the giant chains, and was unable to leave his own body. So many things were taken care of by other ghost cultivators in collaboration. For example, the Lay Buddhist, Wang Xiangtai who Jiang Zheliu had just mentioned.
These ghost cultivators in the Netherworld seemingly acknowledged He Sorshi as their master, but in fact they only really worked for the Netherworld. So even like the last time when the River of the Dead trembled and shook, as long as they didn’t want to come, these ghost cultivators wouldn’t come.
Wang Xiangtai’s surname was Liu, but his actual name was unknown. Together with the Bridge Master of Naihe Bridge4, they were the actual rulers of the Netherworld.
Just after he finished speaking, he noticed two sets of eyes staring at him.
The little devil’s purple eyes had turned completely dark, and he looked at him intently. Yu Jinnian was understanding within his own confusion, and added: “If you really want to treat yourself like this…”
“No.” Wenren Ye clutched his sleeve, “I won’t allow it.”
He had always been worried about Jiang Zheliu’s physical condition. Recently, he had become even more anxious due to the situation arising in the Devil Realm, and his emotions were somewhat difficult to control: “No, you can’t.”
Just as Jiang Zheliu wanted to comfort him, he was picked up by the little devil involuntarily and taken from his beloved little chair. He didn’t manage to explain a word, when he had already been carried away towards the screen. He didn’t have time to explain to the little devil that he was simply just asking, but Wenren Ye had already placed him on the bed.
“Little Devil…? You…pfff…”
His primordial spirit had been invaded.
Instead of the word invasion, this feeling was more like a vicious hug, incredibly forceful, which hurt him a little.
But it was also very warm, wrapping up his fragile soul, and then slowly digging into the depths of his primordial spirit, slowly fitting and gradually blending with his soul.
This had started a bit too suddenly, but because of the dependency created from before, it was not so difficult for him to accept.
Jiang Zheliu breathed out and whispered: “…Come out, stop messing around.”
Wenren Ye did not leave, not only did he not withdraw, but also he pressed against him more deeply, invading Jiang Zheliu’s spirit from the top to the bottom, grasping at the slightest change in his emotions.
He was like a large hound, stuck close to his neck, his canine teeth were almost about to bite into the slender white neck of the person in his arms, but when it really came down to it, he relaxed and only eagerly licked it.
“You can’t think like this.”
Jiang Zheliu didn’t know why the other suddenly felt so insecure. He lifted up his hand and began to stroke the little devil’s head, finding that feeling that made him feel captivated yet fearful, and whispered: “I didn’t……..”
“You can’t leave me alone.”
This sentence appeared suddenly. But it seemed that it had been lingering for a long time, it was something Wenren Ye wanted to say but never did.
Jiang Zheliu closed his fist, and some of the other’s hair was caught inside.
In fact, the little devil knew better than anyone else that he had lived a long life, but that was as short as a day and a night, he would not live for more than another one hundred years. To a cultivator, this really was too short, time flies and in a snap of the finger it would already be over.
He knew better than anyone that Jiang Zheliu would leave him. But he was more reluctant than anyone to believe this.
“…You…” Jiang Zheliu’s words paused, and a kiss was placed on his neck, and a thin layer of red flushed up. “…Don’t think so much.”
The little devil did not speak.
The two of them were entwined with each other, lingering together, and even the slightest emotional changes could be felt.
Jiang Zheliu felt the little devil’s emotions settle down.
After a while, he felt the warm breath of the little devil tickle his ears, and the other spoke in a low voice.
“Even if you are angry with me and think that I’ve done wrong in the future, don’t leave me…”
Jiang Zheliu frowned slightly, feeling that something was not quite right. He calmly said, “You won’t do anything bad to me.”
Wenren Ye stopped talking, and slowly hugged him tighter, as if a strange switch had been triggered with a subtle sense of self-doubt and worry.
His eyes were very special, because they were a magnificent purple. When he looked down, Jiang Zheliu was taken slightly aback.
“You and I are of different races, so we could never establish a Fate Seal5.” He lowered his head to Jiang Zheliu’s shoulder, “It makes me think you will leave me one day…”
Jiang Zheliu couldn’t help but smile, feeling that the little devil in front of him would also act like this, it was somewhat adorable.
He didn’t know how to act spoiled, but it didn’t prevent him from thinking that such a big devil was cute when he was acting coquettishly.
“It’s okay, don’t think like that.” Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, “I will always be with you, I will not leave you.”
Wenren Ye became overly cautious after that incident in the Netherworld, coupled with the recent preparations in the Devil Realm, making his attitude and care for Jiang Zheliu become even more extreme.
Because of the out of control behaviour of this Devil Lord, it had even made Yu Jinnian try to speak to Jiang Zheliu behind the Devil Lord’s back a several times, trying to find out what happened that day, but Jiang Zheliu ignored him and feigned ignorance to all of his questions.
The little mute had been very obedient the whole time, whilst Yu Jinnian held his hand pulling him here and there, he looked so obedient and cute, being quiet aside from the sound of his breathing.
Zhongnan Mountain was isolated from the rest of the world, and the internal and external communication depended on Yu Jinnian exchanging letters with the two ginseng children. This time it snowed for another half a month, so that even the woodcutters did not come up the mountain.
The mountains were covered by heavy snow, the pine and cypresses were covered with frost, and the branches were covered with a white dusting of snowflakes.
White plum blossoms fell onto the snow, it was daybreak, and the sky was boundless and vast.
Just as the morning sun began to come from between the clouds, the sky was pierced by an illuminating light, and then the dragon’s call rang out through the clouds, before crashing into the heavy snow.
The way all of the demons made their entrance was very similar. When Lie Zhen came over, it was also in this way, as if they wished for the whole world to know… It seemed that the way the demon race made an entrance originated from their methods to attract a mate.
It was just that when Lie Zhen came, there was not such heavy snow in Zhongnan Mountain. So it wasn’t enough to thrust a dignified Demon Zhenjun into a giant heap of snow.
Jiang Zheliu sat in front of the window, looking at the pocket in the snow that had been made by something crashing into it, he turned his head and glanced at Ah-Chu who was next to him: “…What’s that?”
“That…” Ah-Chu raised his head and followed his gaze, and then turned back to fan the flames over the small stove. “Did we not break the railing on the second floor last time? When Devil Lord Wenren was repairing it, I’m not sure why but he also made a ditch, where he sprinkled some dust to repel insects.”
…A ditch?
Jiang Zheliu hugged his hand warmer, whilst wondering how a ditch would work in this kind of weather.
He estimated that there was a thin layer of ice underneath the thick snow.
The Azure Dragon was hydrophilic, so she wasn’t too bothered about this kind of weather. It was a spectacle however to see the Demon Realm’s Zhenjun climb out of the ice pocket. And Qing Lin’s weight corresponded to her body composition, which was completely different from Lie Zhen’s Vermillion Bird skeleton which was hollow. In contrast, the Azure Dragon’s body weighed at least a couple of tons.
He watched as the drenched Qing Lin pushed open the door, the dragon scales on her body were faintly discernible.
Jiang Zheliu resisted for a long while but finally still couldn’t hold it back, he smiled and said: “How was your cold shower?”
Qing Lin’s hair was wet, she took off her hairpin and the water beads continued to drop onto the floor. The frost and snow on her body all melted because of the temperature inside. Her dragon scales which were light blue with a hint of gold were shining brightly.
As soon as she came in, she scanned the room with her spiritual senses and found that Wenren Ye was not there, so she casually took a seat across from Jiang Zheliu.
After just taking a few steps, the clothes on Qing Lin’s body were completely dried, and she replied indifferently: “It wasn’t bad, quite refreshing.”
Jiang Zheliu’s body composition was not as good as hers. He was more like a retired old veteran who had a blanket spread out on him whilst sipping on hot tea. He held onto his hand warmer through all of the seasons. At this very moment, he was in the middle of a game of Go with his neighbour, Wang Moxuan.
Qing Lin glanced at the Go board, her eyes stopped, and said: “I specially came to see you, but you treat me like this, Jiang Xianzun is extremely ruthless.”
Jiang Zheliu raised his eyebrows and said, “Came to see me specifically?”
His tone was gentle but also with a hint of suspicion.
Qing Lin coughed twice and explained: “Well, I have something to ask of you.”
“En, tell me.”
“After the Pure Flame Pearl was put back into the Four Divisions Pill Furnace, I am the only one left to guard over the Demon Realm.” Qing Lin looked at him and said, “A few days ago, a mysterious person sent me a letter, saying that the Demon Realm and the Cultivation Realm would unite to carry out a major event.”
What could the major event be, there was nothing bigger than the Xuan Tongju Gate of the Devil Realm, in which there were countless secret treasures, this was known to everyone.
“That person told me that there is something behind the Xuan Tongju Gate, which can make the Four Divisions Pill Furnace give birth to a second Zhenjun of the Demon Realm immediately, which could save me years of trouble. He wants me to join hands with him.”
Qing Lin was extremely calm when explaining all of this.
“Please help me ask Devil Lord Wenren if such a thing really exists. If what he said is false, I will find out who that person is and punish him on the spot.” She paused, and continued, “If it is true. This thing, I’m willing to trade any treasure that Devil Lord Wenren wants from the Demon Realm for this. Good friend, please could you do me this favour.”
Qing Lin was a lot more mature than Lie Zhen, she would not easily instigate trouble, and understood how to weigh up the pros and the cons.
Jiang Zheliu listened quietly, without commenting, and then said: “After how the Demon Realm treated me, you still want me to make an effort for you. Why do I look like I can be easily persuaded?”
The Azure Dragon Zhenjun’s black hair scattered, her blue pupils glowed, and the dragon scales under her eyes glistened with an extremely soft shimmer. She came closer to him, breathed slowly beside Jiang Zheliu for a while, and suddenly said: “Yes, the way you are now, you not only look like you can be easily persuaded, but also easy to bully. Good friend, if you are tired of staying beside Wenren Ye, why don’t you come to Wan Ling Palace for a while, I will give you all my Dragon Pearls to play with…”
The dragon pearls of the dragon race would only be given to their other half. Wenren Ye mentioned before they were of different races so a Fate Seal1 cannot be established between them, plus there were several different kinds of seals, including one-way and two-way. But the dragon race was different, after the dragon pearl was divided into two halves, it would have the same effect as a Fate Seal, but they had another benefit, the partner could be of any race.
Jiang Zheliu was not affected at all by her words, his eyes were tranquil, he looked at her calmly, and said: “You——”
Qing Lin listened attentively.
“Are you dragons in heat at the moment?”
