Originally posted on RBKTR Translations.
Author: The One Who Tells Stories Under the Bridge (天桥底下说书的).
Translated by: Yujuan
This long-distance marathon led in by Ye Mingjun was ultimately ended by the Demon Lord, because he had realized that if he continued watching on any longer, with how inexhaustible a Celestial’s spiritual power on par with the five rulers could be, this shameless couple might actually run across the Demonic Palace’s rooftops until the seas ran dry and rocks crumbled, becoming the oddest scenic route in the entire Demonic Continent.
All the stone lions in the Demonic Palace were Ye Junhou’s contracts, and he’d discovered those three at the first roar. At first, he thought that these two ‘gods’ had come to negotiate with him just like Chang Hui, and so he sat drinking his booze among the flowering shrubs, waiting for them to act.
Little did he know that these two would actually turn a blind eye on him, proceeding with their cutsleeve behavior as if there was no one within the place grounds. Once again, the Demon Lord discovered that ‘gods’ were a strange species that couldn’t be understood by Celestials.
“Hey, are you strolling through my palace as though it’s a garden?”
The Demon Lord was rather miffed at being ignored, yet the sarcasm in his words and threat in his gaze was completely useless in deterring Ye Mingjun. So, with a glance at the colorful flowers below, the immortal replied honestly, “Isn’t this a garden?”
Hearing such words, Ye Junhou instantly smashed the wine jar in his hands, “Arrogant, as expected of a god!”
No, you’re overestimating Ye Mingjun’s faculty of understanding, he just can’t catch on to the fact that you’re displeased.
Seeing the Demon Lord about to launch an attack, Ji Mo gestured for Ye Mingjun to put him down, then calmly gave him an opportunity to extricate himself from this awkward situation, “Without the Demon Lord’s invitation, how could we possibly dare to remain in the Demonic Palace?”
Pah, you didn’t remain in here, you just took a few laps around the rooftops!
While Ye Junhou was ruthless against his enemies, he wasn’t that petty, and did not place too much importance in preserving his face. Casting a sideways glance at this Morning Star Priest, who was clearly lying through his teeth, he took the opportunity presented to him,
“Since you’ve come, why not have a drink before you go? Otherwise that old man Su Ge will keep on slandering me for not having any manners.”
No, I don’t think that’s slander. At least a normal person wouldn’t offer a whole jar to someone when treating them to a drink.
With a glance at the two jars containing bright red liquor in them, Ji Mo knew with one look that this was Ye Junhou’s mysterious personal brew— Belle.
No one knew the formula to this brew; even only Ye Junhou’s most favored people was granted a cup in the Demonic Continent. All they knew was that Demonic Lord’s expenses were second to none, and there would naturally be no other liquor like Belle. Thus, it was famed for being the best wine in the world.
Yet, at the sight of this rare, priceless gem, Ji Mo merely said indifferently, “We wouldn’t dare to drink the blood of the Demon Lord.”
Yes, since ancient times, only the belle and the hero were destined for each other; naturally, the wine named Belle would be brewed with the blood of a hero. And in Ye Junhou’s eyes, only he was worthy of being the hero. The reason why the Demon Lord was able to control a great number of blood contracts was that once a person drank his blood, they would be reduced to being his servants. So, this wine could only be consumed by Ye Junhou alone, and even his most beloved son Ye Po was not allowed to be tainted by it.
Ye Junhou had never told anyone of this profound secret, and seeing a single comment hit it on the mark, looked at the two in surprise. It was then that he understood why the Monster King had deliberately mentioned in his letter that to obtain the Godly Continent, he must firstly seize Ji Mo.
The obstinate Demon King refused to become another’s pawn, and at present, merely lifted his wine jar and drank, before saying nonchalantly, “Looks like the gods really do know plenty of secrets.”
I mean, your author is a Jianghu legend who’d spam the chat with 99+ new messages each time he appeared.
Ever since meeting Ye Mingjun, Ji Mo’s patience had grown by leaps and bounds, and now he only responded with a polite smile. As long as his heart remained indifferent, nothing was to be feared. While there were many Celestials to be found in this world, there was only one Ye Mingjun.
“Chang Hui told me that he’d summon my god to this world as long as I allied with the Monster Continent, and the Monster and Demonic Continents would divide the land into two. What sort of conditions have you prepared for me?”
The first to give in was the ever-impatient Demon Lord. He disliked beating around the bush, and sold out Chang Hui without an ounce of hesitation. Ji Mo, however, was a little surprised by these words. Not even Ye Mingjun could slip into the Demonic Palace without being discovered by the guards, could Chang Hui’s camouflage abilities have reached the acme of perfection?
“May I ask how he was able to enter the Demonic Palace?”
At the mention of this topic, Ye Junhou’s expression turned unsightly, as if he couldn’t bear to think of the past. Slamming a hand on the table, he raged, “I didn’t think that he would infiltrate the palace by disguising as a concubine! F*ck, I opened my covers to find a man lying in my bed, making me spend an entire night on my own, my mood killed! Do you old men from the Shrine have something against my nighttime activities?”
“The Rising Sun Priest… He…”
Even Ji Mo would lose some of his composure upon hearing about such an unexpected gambit, let alone Qing Ye, who had always regarded Chang Hui as his great benefactor. The boy who had been prudently on his guard against Ye Junhou was off in a dreamlike trance once he heard those words.
Glancing sympathetically at his dismayed expression, it wasn’t to say that Ji Mo couldn’t understand his line of thinking. After all, to Qing Ye, the impact of such words were no different to discovering a strict class teacher who regularly checked your homework was actually a crossdresser. It was truly enough to turn one’s world upside down.
Guessing that a straight man like Ye Junhou probably wouldn’t want to discuss something as traumatic as this, Ji Mo tactfully stopped questioning any further, indifferently laying down his cards, “Actually, we’re not too worried about this problem. I might not be certain of whether Su Ge and Chang Hui are able to summon their creators, but the Demon Lord’s creator definitely will not come.”
Ye Junhou had initially assumed that the Godly Continent had prepared much better conditions to negotiate with him, but he never expected for him to say something like this. He raised an eyebrow, “You seem to know what sort of spell it is?”
Of course he knew, or rather, not even the other authors from the actual world would know his setup concealed behind the foreshadowing.
Silently gripping Ye Mingjun’s sleeve, as if he would be able to receive some courage from the immortal, he finally spoke that name that had once been dear to him, “The Monster King Ren Qingya is the Celestial I created.”
No one knew a protagonist any better than the author did, even if Ren Qingya had already separated himself from Ji Mo’s control. All he needed was to deduce a little to guess the other’s tricks, just that he was no longer able to comprehend that person’s heart.
This was Ji Mo’s first time admitting his identity, and while Ye Junhou had faintly deduced this piece of information, he was still dumbfounded by these words, asking in puzzlement after thinking for a bit, “Why are you so sure that my god won’t come?”
Since he had spoken out, there was no trouble in continuing this talk. Without reminiscing on the past events, Ji Mo merely replied with slight irony, “The medium used to connect this spell is love and longing.”
That’s right, love and longing, the boy he used to be childishly believed in such a thing, and used this to create a spell to summon one’s blood relation to his side for his then favorite protagonist, writing in anticipation for the day this piece of foreshadowing was revealed. He believed, back then, that this would be a reunion that would cause his readers to be raptured.
However, when the one who appeared before the protagonist became the one who had genuinely created him, the story was not in the least worth getting excited for.
Ji Mo could remember Dark Black as someone who had always scoffed at the notion of love; each protagonist he’d ever written never truly fell in love with anyone. Dark Black, who had a background in economics, was extremely skilled in market analysis, and had admitted in the past that he would write any sort of protagonist that was popular with the readers. He had become a writer purely because this line of work earned him more than his previous job.
Ji Mo thought, someone like Dark Black probably wouldn’t respond to Ye Junhou’s calls.
As he recalled his memories, Ji Mo did not realize Ye Mingjun glancing at him in surprise at these words. However, when he felt the hand gripping his sleeve tighten even more, Ye Mingjun ultimately chose to keep silent.
“Hahahahaha, love and longing?”
The first to break the silence was Ye Junhou, who burst into laughter, as if he had heard some sort of astronomical joke. He clapped a hand on the wine jar, letting the bright red wine splash onto his palm. As he came to his senses from the acrid sensation, he suddenly said, “I see, I’m guessing that the one up there doesn’t think much of me. I wasn’t expecting much of him either.”
Ji Mo had always assumed that most Celestials harbored some curiosity towards their makers, and did not expect Ye Junhou’s attitude. He was momentarily unable to tell if he was saying this wholeheartedly, and said blandly, “The Demon Lord is truly one of a kind.”
“What’s the use of something like love? To run circles around the rooftops like you guys? Isn’t that just dumb?”
The moment he said that, Ji Mo, who had never done anything as stupid as this in his entire life, fell silent. While he was calm as ever on the surface, he couldn’t help but give Ye Mingjun’s waist a quiet pinch. Just look, you made us lose face in another’s backyard!
He wasn’t actually putting much force in the pinch, but Ye Mingjun, who had never received this sort of treatment before, let alone being pinched, instantly felt a little wronged. He immediately gripped that hand, and ignoring Ji Mo’s stiffening, merely fiddled with the other’s fingers, thinking,
Ji Mo had the emotion called love, so why had he given it to someone else, but was still unwilling to give it to him? Wasn’t he treating the little guy well enough?
Ji Mo much preferred the person who caused unhappiness at the mention of him.
F*ck, this shameless couple was actually hitting on each other right in front of him, just intolerable!
With Ye Junhou’s cultivation, it was impossible to miss their little movements. While he cursed inwardly, he felt a little bad, and took a sip of his wine, sighing slightly, “I’ve never been that stupid, I’ve only seen someone being so silly for a worthless scumbag…”
At present, Ji Mo was awkward, Ye Mingjun felt wronged, Qing Ye had his dreams shattered, and Ye Junhou seemed to be absent-minded; amid the silence, a maidservant came in great haste. While she was slightly puzzled by the scene, she immediately knelt to state her purpose for coming here, “Your Majesty, the Royal Uncle was seriously wounded in the red-light district, Her Majesty the Empress desires to visit him.”
The moment these words were spoken, the main culprits fell into a deeper silence. Ye Junhou did not notice their odd behavior, his expression becoming dissatisfied, “That useless good-for-nothing got into trouble again? Tell her she can go wherever she wants to, does my wife need my permission to return to her maiden home?”
All who worked in the Demonic Palace had their lives hinging on Ye Junhou’s mood, and the maidservant replied shakily at the first signs of his displeasure, “Her Majesty is talented and virtuous…”
“I told her, she can kick all the other women out of the palace if she doesn’t like it, for all I care she can scratch my face out of jealousy and I won’t strike back, what’s that silly girl acting all virtuous for…”
At the mention of the Empress, Ye Junhou’s tone became complicated all of a sudden. He had always been a person who killed decisively, turning anyone who rubbed him the wrong way into corpses with a lift of a hand. But faced with that woman, there was always some steam suppressed in his heart that he was unable to blow off. He was unwilling to say anymore in front of outsiders, so he spoke crankily,
“Forget it, bring the palace physician with you, don’t let that good-for-nothing actually die.”
Ji Mo recalled Dark Black mentioning that, in order to switch the female leads according to the readers’ tastes, he wasn’t planning on writing any romance. Ye Junhou was characterized as a demon full of lust with no love for others, and the story would end with him dominating the world with a harem in his possession.
However, this Ye Junhou appeared to be slightly different…
Silently observing the Demon Lord’s expression, he no longer bothered Ye Minjun, and probed, “Earlier, the Demon Lord questioned what our Godly Continent could offer you. Then, what do you want?”
Once the maidservant had left, Ye Junhou’s expression returned to its usual indolence, and thought simply before smiling,
“Beats me, there is no food or wine I’ve never tasted in my life, nor any unsurpassed beauty I’ve never had in my arms. Living a life of a self-indulgent ruler means that I don’t need to assume an emperor’s responsibilities, it may as well be called bliss on earth. I can’t really think of something I’m missing.”
The long-cherished life goal of every man, this was the setting that Dark Black had given to Ye Junhou. He did not lack anything at present, and only picked a fight with the other rulers whenever he felt like it. Regardless of success or failure, he didn’t actually care that much. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted, so he tossed the question back at them, “Aren’t you the gods? Think of a condition that will convince me on your own.”
Seeing him respond with that, Ji Mo doubted his conjecture once more, but did not continue rashly probing him, replying smoothly,
“Please allow us to return to confer with the High Priest. During this period, we hope that the Demon Lord does not come to an agreement with the Monster Continent just yet, negotiations should always be finalized at the very end to show sincerity.”
“That’ll depend on my mood.”
Regardless of whether his mood had been unsettled by the Demonic Empress’ message, Ye Junhou’s reply made it clear that he did not have much interest left in him. Seeing this, Ji Mo took the opportunity to leave. As the three exited the Demonic Palace, he finally contemplated on the unusual discoveries they had found.
Yet, he was not the most stimulated of the three today, and as the guards sending them off faded behind them, Qing Ye slowly came to his senses, his expression very odd, “Morning Star Priest, I didn’t think that the Demon Lord was someone like this… It’s too strange.”
Ji Mo understood what he meant. In the tales told by others, the Demon Lord had single-handedly brought calamity upon the Fei Kingdom, and all who incurred his wrath would get a horrible end, a truly ruthless character that would send babies bawling.
These were all facts, but Ye Junhou’s temper wasn’t as bad as foretold, and if no one came to provoke him and his women, he wouldn’t cause trouble on his own initiative.
Apparently he had been an ordinary human before turning into a demon?
He was suddenly reminded that The Legend of Darkness had briefly touched upon Ye Junhou’s life before transmigrating, but was momentarily unable to recall those few lines that had absolutely nothing to do with the main storyline. Ji Mo said softly, “Let’s return. As long as the Demonic Continent does not ally themselves with the Monster Continent for the time being, we’ve benefitted somewhat from that encounter.”
Ji Mo thought, as long as he could help Su Ge stall some time, it was worth mentioning his past. However, he had forgotten that Ye Mingjun was quieter than usual at the moment.
As they returned to the ark, the immortal clutched his hand once more. The System tossed into the city moat before its warning cries would reach, Ye Mingjun finally asked the question that he had been holding in for a very long time,
“You said that the medium used to connect the spell was love and longing, so, which emotion was it that brought you here?”
Originally posted on RBKTR Translations.
Author: The One Who Tells Stories Under the Bridge (天桥底下说书的).
Translated by: Yujuan
This long-distance marathon led in by Ye Mingjun was ultimately ended by the Demon Lord, because he had realized that if he continued watching on any longer, with how inexhaustible a Celestial’s spiritual power on par with the five rulers could be, this shameless couple might actually run across the Demonic Palace’s rooftops until the seas ran dry and rocks crumbled, becoming the oddest scenic route in the entire Demonic Continent.
All the stone lions in the Demonic Palace were Ye Junhou’s contracts, and he’d discovered those three at the first roar. At first, he thought that these two ‘gods’ had come to negotiate with him just like Chang Hui, and so he sat drinking his booze among the flowering shrubs, waiting for them to act.
Little did he know that these two would actually turn a blind eye on him, proceeding with their cutsleeve behavior as if there was no one within the place grounds. Once again, the Demon Lord discovered that ‘gods’ were a strange species that couldn’t be understood by Celestials.
“Hey, are you strolling through my palace as though it’s a garden?”
The Demon Lord was rather miffed at being ignored, yet the sarcasm in his words and threat in his gaze was completely useless in deterring Ye Mingjun. So, with a glance at the colorful flowers below, the immortal replied honestly, “Isn’t this a garden?”
Hearing such words, Ye Junhou instantly smashed the wine jar in his hands, “Arrogant, as expected of a god!”
No, you’re overestimating Ye Mingjun’s faculty of understanding, he just can’t catch on to the fact that you’re displeased.
Seeing the Demon Lord about to launch an attack, Ji Mo gestured for Ye Mingjun to put him down, then calmly gave him an opportunity to extricate himself from this awkward situation, “Without the Demon Lord’s invitation, how could we possibly dare to remain in the Demonic Palace?”
Pah, you didn’t remain in here, you just took a few laps around the rooftops!
While Ye Junhou was ruthless against his enemies, he wasn’t that petty, and did not place too much importance in preserving his face. Casting a sideways glance at this Morning Star Priest, who was clearly lying through his teeth, he took the opportunity presented to him,
“Since you’ve come, why not have a drink before you go? Otherwise that old man Su Ge will keep on slandering me for not having any manners.”
No, I don’t think that’s slander. At least a normal person wouldn’t offer a whole jar to someone when treating them to a drink.
With a glance at the two jars containing bright red liquor in them, Ji Mo knew with one look that this was Ye Junhou’s mysterious personal brew— Belle.
No one knew the formula to this brew; even only Ye Junhou’s most favored people was granted a cup in the Demonic Continent. All they knew was that Demonic Lord’s expenses were second to none, and there would naturally be no other liquor like Belle. Thus, it was famed for being the best wine in the world.
Yet, at the sight of this rare, priceless gem, Ji Mo merely said indifferently, “We wouldn’t dare to drink the blood of the Demon Lord.”
Yes, since ancient times, only the belle and the hero were destined for each other; naturally, the wine named Belle would be brewed with the blood of a hero. And in Ye Junhou’s eyes, only he was worthy of being the hero. The reason why the Demon Lord was able to control a great number of blood contracts was that once a person drank his blood, they would be reduced to being his servants. So, this wine could only be consumed by Ye Junhou alone, and even his most beloved son Ye Po was not allowed to be tainted by it.
Ye Junhou had never told anyone of this profound secret, and seeing a single comment hit it on the mark, looked at the two in surprise. It was then that he understood why the Monster King had deliberately mentioned in his letter that to obtain the Godly Continent, he must firstly seize Ji Mo.
The obstinate Demon King refused to become another’s pawn, and at present, merely lifted his wine jar and drank, before saying nonchalantly, “Looks like the gods really do know plenty of secrets.”
I mean, your author is a Jianghu legend who’d spam the chat with 99+ new messages each time he appeared.
Ever since meeting Ye Mingjun, Ji Mo’s patience had grown by leaps and bounds, and now he only responded with a polite smile. As long as his heart remained indifferent, nothing was to be feared. While there were many Celestials to be found in this world, there was only one Ye Mingjun.
“Chang Hui told me that he’d summon my god to this world as long as I allied with the Monster Continent, and the Monster and Demonic Continents would divide the land into two. What sort of conditions have you prepared for me?”
The first to give in was the ever-impatient Demon Lord. He disliked beating around the bush, and sold out Chang Hui without an ounce of hesitation. Ji Mo, however, was a little surprised by these words. Not even Ye Mingjun could slip into the Demonic Palace without being discovered by the guards, could Chang Hui’s camouflage abilities have reached the acme of perfection?
“May I ask how he was able to enter the Demonic Palace?”
At the mention of this topic, Ye Junhou’s expression turned unsightly, as if he couldn’t bear to think of the past. Slamming a hand on the table, he raged, “I didn’t think that he would infiltrate the palace by disguising as a concubine! F*ck, I opened my covers to find a man lying in my bed, making me spend an entire night on my own, my mood killed! Do you old men from the Shrine have something against my nighttime activities?”
“The Rising Sun Priest… He…”
Even Ji Mo would lose some of his composure upon hearing about such an unexpected gambit, let alone Qing Ye, who had always regarded Chang Hui as his great benefactor. The boy who had been prudently on his guard against Ye Junhou was off in a dreamlike trance once he heard those words.
Glancing sympathetically at his dismayed expression, it wasn’t to say that Ji Mo couldn’t understand his line of thinking. After all, to Qing Ye, the impact of such words were no different to discovering a strict class teacher who regularly checked your homework was actually a crossdresser. It was truly enough to turn one’s world upside down.
Guessing that a straight man like Ye Junhou probably wouldn’t want to discuss something as traumatic as this, Ji Mo tactfully stopped questioning any further, indifferently laying down his cards, “Actually, we’re not too worried about this problem. I might not be certain of whether Su Ge and Chang Hui are able to summon their creators, but the Demon Lord’s creator definitely will not come.”
Ye Junhou had initially assumed that the Godly Continent had prepared much better conditions to negotiate with him, but he never expected for him to say something like this. He raised an eyebrow, “You seem to know what sort of spell it is?”
Of course he knew, or rather, not even the other authors from the actual world would know his setup concealed behind the foreshadowing.
Silently gripping Ye Mingjun’s sleeve, as if he would be able to receive some courage from the immortal, he finally spoke that name that had once been dear to him, “The Monster King Ren Qingya is the Celestial I created.”
No one knew a protagonist any better than the author did, even if Ren Qingya had already separated himself from Ji Mo’s control. All he needed was to deduce a little to guess the other’s tricks, just that he was no longer able to comprehend that person’s heart.
This was Ji Mo’s first time admitting his identity, and while Ye Junhou had faintly deduced this piece of information, he was still dumbfounded by these words, asking in puzzlement after thinking for a bit, “Why are you so sure that my god won’t come?”
Since he had spoken out, there was no trouble in continuing this talk. Without reminiscing on the past events, Ji Mo merely replied with slight irony, “The medium used to connect this spell is love and longing.”
That’s right, love and longing, the boy he used to be childishly believed in such a thing, and used this to create a spell to summon one’s blood relation to his side for his then favorite protagonist, writing in anticipation for the day this piece of foreshadowing was revealed. He believed, back then, that this would be a reunion that would cause his readers to be raptured.
However, when the one who appeared before the protagonist became the one who had genuinely created him, the story was not in the least worth getting excited for.
Ji Mo could remember Dark Black as someone who had always scoffed at the notion of love; each protagonist he’d ever written never truly fell in love with anyone. Dark Black, who had a background in economics, was extremely skilled in market analysis, and had admitted in the past that he would write any sort of protagonist that was popular with the readers. He had become a writer purely because this line of work earned him more than his previous job.
Ji Mo thought, someone like Dark Black probably wouldn’t respond to Ye Junhou’s calls.
As he recalled his memories, Ji Mo did not realize Ye Mingjun glancing at him in surprise at these words. However, when he felt the hand gripping his sleeve tighten even more, Ye Mingjun ultimately chose to keep silent.
“Hahahahaha, love and longing?”
The first to break the silence was Ye Junhou, who burst into laughter, as if he had heard some sort of astronomical joke. He clapped a hand on the wine jar, letting the bright red wine splash onto his palm. As he came to his senses from the acrid sensation, he suddenly said, “I see, I’m guessing that the one up there doesn’t think much of me. I wasn’t expecting much of him either.”
Ji Mo had always assumed that most Celestials harbored some curiosity towards their makers, and did not expect Ye Junhou’s attitude. He was momentarily unable to tell if he was saying this wholeheartedly, and said blandly, “The Demon Lord is truly one of a kind.”
“What’s the use of something like love? To run circles around the rooftops like you guys? Isn’t that just dumb?”
The moment he said that, Ji Mo, who had never done anything as stupid as this in his entire life, fell silent. While he was calm as ever on the surface, he couldn’t help but give Ye Mingjun’s waist a quiet pinch. Just look, you made us lose face in another’s backyard!
He wasn’t actually putting much force in the pinch, but Ye Mingjun, who had never received this sort of treatment before, let alone being pinched, instantly felt a little wronged. He immediately gripped that hand, and ignoring Ji Mo’s stiffening, merely fiddled with the other’s fingers, thinking,
Ji Mo had the emotion called love, so why had he given it to someone else, but was still unwilling to give it to him? Wasn’t he treating the little guy well enough?
Ji Mo much preferred the person who caused unhappiness at the mention of him.
F*ck, this shameless couple was actually hitting on each other right in front of him, just intolerable!
With Ye Junhou’s cultivation, it was impossible to miss their little movements. While he cursed inwardly, he felt a little bad, and took a sip of his wine, sighing slightly, “I’ve never been that stupid, I’ve only seen someone being so silly for a worthless scumbag…”
At present, Ji Mo was awkward, Ye Mingjun felt wronged, Qing Ye had his dreams shattered, and Ye Junhou seemed to be absent-minded; amid the silence, a maidservant came in great haste. While she was slightly puzzled by the scene, she immediately knelt to state her purpose for coming here, “Your Majesty, the Royal Uncle was seriously wounded in the red-light district, Her Majesty the Empress desires to visit him.”
The moment these words were spoken, the main culprits fell into a deeper silence. Ye Junhou did not notice their odd behavior, his expression becoming dissatisfied, “That useless good-for-nothing got into trouble again? Tell her she can go wherever she wants to, does my wife need my permission to return to her maiden home?”
All who worked in the Demonic Palace had their lives hinging on Ye Junhou’s mood, and the maidservant replied shakily at the first signs of his displeasure, “Her Majesty is talented and virtuous…”
“I told her, she can kick all the other women out of the palace if she doesn’t like it, for all I care she can scratch my face out of jealousy and I won’t strike back, what’s that silly girl acting all virtuous for…”
At the mention of the Empress, Ye Junhou’s tone became complicated all of a sudden. He had always been a person who killed decisively, turning anyone who rubbed him the wrong way into corpses with a lift of a hand. But faced with that woman, there was always some steam suppressed in his heart that he was unable to blow off. He was unwilling to say anymore in front of outsiders, so he spoke crankily,
“Forget it, bring the palace physician with you, don’t let that good-for-nothing actually die.”
Ji Mo recalled Dark Black mentioning that, in order to switch the female leads according to the readers’ tastes, he wasn’t planning on writing any romance. Ye Junhou was characterized as a demon full of lust with no love for others, and the story would end with him dominating the world with a harem in his possession.
However, this Ye Junhou appeared to be slightly different…
Silently observing the Demon Lord’s expression, he no longer bothered Ye Minjun, and probed, “Earlier, the Demon Lord questioned what our Godly Continent could offer you. Then, what do you want?”
Once the maidservant had left, Ye Junhou’s expression returned to its usual indolence, and thought simply before smiling,
“Beats me, there is no food or wine I’ve never tasted in my life, nor any unsurpassed beauty I’ve never had in my arms. Living a life of a self-indulgent ruler means that I don’t need to assume an emperor’s responsibilities, it may as well be called bliss on earth. I can’t really think of something I’m missing.”
The long-cherished life goal of every man, this was the setting that Dark Black had given to Ye Junhou. He did not lack anything at present, and only picked a fight with the other rulers whenever he felt like it. Regardless of success or failure, he didn’t actually care that much. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted, so he tossed the question back at them, “Aren’t you the gods? Think of a condition that will convince me on your own.”
Seeing him respond with that, Ji Mo doubted his conjecture once more, but did not continue rashly probing him, replying smoothly,
“Please allow us to return to confer with the High Priest. During this period, we hope that the Demon Lord does not come to an agreement with the Monster Continent just yet, negotiations should always be finalized at the very end to show sincerity.”
“That’ll depend on my mood.”
Regardless of whether his mood had been unsettled by the Demonic Empress’ message, Ye Junhou’s reply made it clear that he did not have much interest left in him. Seeing this, Ji Mo took the opportunity to leave. As the three exited the Demonic Palace, he finally contemplated on the unusual discoveries they had found.
Yet, he was not the most stimulated of the three today, and as the guards sending them off faded behind them, Qing Ye slowly came to his senses, his expression very odd, “Morning Star Priest, I didn’t think that the Demon Lord was someone like this… It’s too strange.”
Ji Mo understood what he meant. In the tales told by others, the Demon Lord had single-handedly brought calamity upon the Fei Kingdom, and all who incurred his wrath would get a horrible end, a truly ruthless character that would send babies bawling.
These were all facts, but Ye Junhou’s temper wasn’t as bad as foretold, and if no one came to provoke him and his women, he wouldn’t cause trouble on his own initiative.
Apparently he had been an ordinary human before turning into a demon?
He was suddenly reminded that The Legend of Darkness had briefly touched upon Ye Junhou’s life before transmigrating, but was momentarily unable to recall those few lines that had absolutely nothing to do with the main storyline. Ji Mo said softly, “Let’s return. As long as the Demonic Continent does not ally themselves with the Monster Continent for the time being, we’ve benefitted somewhat from that encounter.”
Ji Mo thought, as long as he could help Su Ge stall some time, it was worth mentioning his past. However, he had forgotten that Ye Mingjun was quieter than usual at the moment.
As they returned to the ark, the immortal clutched his hand once more. The System tossed into the city moat before its warning cries would reach, Ye Mingjun finally asked the question that he had been holding in for a very long time,
“You said that the medium used to connect the spell was love and longing, so, which emotion was it that brought you here?”
