Chapter 65 The Demon Lord's "Wife" Being the Demon Lord's wife is truly a blessing, Xiao...
Recently, some curious demonic cultivators noticed that a mysterious person dressed in white with their face veiled had arrived at Changliu Mountain. It was rumored that the Demon Lord Fu Ming had personally brought him back on a dark and stormy night.
After this person arrived, he never left the main hall, and Fu Ming himself never left the main hall either, much like a monarch who no longer held morning court.
Could it be that they're going to have a Demon Lord's wife?
Unlike the Daoist cultivators who seek legitimacy in everything they do, the demonic cultivators are always open about their desires. Their leader is exceptionally handsome, so his skills in bed must be quite good as well; that mysterious woman is truly blessed.
At this moment, the Demon Lord's "wife" Xiao Huaiyuan said: They are right.
Fu Ming, in his high position, had a flushed face and a dazed look in his eyes. Xiao Huaiyuan's intense gaze almost set him ablaze, so he hurriedly covered his junior brother's eyes and gritted his teeth.
"You...you woke up but didn't say so earlier, were you deliberately trying to make fun of me?"
However, his anger had little deterrent effect. His narrow, lean waist was held in someone's hand, and a single blow could shatter his defenses.
After a muffled groan, Fu Ming's hand slid down limply.
Xiao Huaiyuan brushed Fu Ming's sweaty hair behind his ear: "I'm not here to laugh at you, I just want to see you."
By this time, Fu Ming was completely exhausted, so tired he could barely breathe, and he couldn't even retract the half-eaten tongue hanging out. He was soaking wet, like a water ghost luring someone into a river.
He never imagined the job would be so tiring.
Spiritual energy and true essence surged at the point of contact, helping Fu Ming consolidate his recently improved realm and slowly repairing the spiderweb-like cracks in Xiao Huaiyuan's soul.
In fact, Fu Ming knew in his heart that Xiao Huaiyuan had indeed woken up halfway through.
His junior brother was unconscious and unable to move, so he had to do it himself.
However, lately, he has been sleeping for longer and longer periods, and sometimes Xiao Huaiyuan even suddenly falls onto his shoulder, which is not a good sign.
That day in Los Angeles, Xiao Huaiyuan's warnings, which sounded like he was giving his last instructions, began to come true one after another.
The floods in Zhongzhou have come to an end. Although not many people drowned in the floodwaters, the farmland was destroyed and there was a severe drought that lasted for months. As a result, many refugees from Zhongzhou came to the border of the Demon Realm to make a living.
The Ghost Market has now become a tacitly understood meeting place for the righteous and the demonic paths.
However, with so many people talking at once, and the demonic cultivators being so irritable, they would often start arguing over a few words, sometimes requiring Fu Ming to step in and drag them back.
The Tianfu Society's rogue cultivators and the Tianyan Sect were locked in a stalemate. Judging from Xu Yan's letter, there seemed to be undercurrents within the Tianyan Sect as well. It was unknown whether there were any other spies besides Mo Shi.
These trivial matters always bothered Fu Ming, as did Xiao Huaiyuan.
In the Demon Realm, daylight is practically nonexistent. Inside the room, a lamp with nine red candles hung in a continuous wicker lamp, its warm light flickering and casting dappled shadows, making Fu Ming's skin appear radiant and rosy.
Fu Ming always liked to let his mind wander during tender moments. He tried to put on his coat, but found that he couldn't break free from Xiao Huaiyuan's embrace.
Xiao Huaiyuan, who was already half a head taller than him, could easily wrap his arms around him, and the long, mellow sandalwood incense lingered around his nose.
No, he reacts as soon as he smells this scent, and his back still hurts.
Fu Ming coldly pushed aside the heavy head on the side of his face: "Alright, that's enough, then get out."
Xiao Huaiyuan remained unmoved, his dark eyes fixed on him without blinking, like a venomous snake coiled on a branch, poised to strike: "Senior brother, are you trying to send me away again?"
What do you mean "again"? What do you mean "drive away"? He'll do whatever you want, he'll do whatever you want him to say. Isn't he good enough to Xiao Huaiyuan? Fu Ming laughed angrily.
He made a hand seal and threw Xiao Huaiyuan onto the other side of the prayer mat, displaying the Demon Lord's absolute authority.
As Fu Ming lay half-reclined on the couch, he pulled his inner robe tighter and raised an eyebrow as he asked, "Tell me, what kind of dream was it this time? Did I die, or did I abandon you?"
Xiao Huaiyuan closed his eyes and recalled: "I... dreamed that you went to an extremely far place and never came back."
"..."
Fu Ming's movements as he tied the inner garment suddenly slowed down. He realized that he seemed to have tied the knot upside down. Sure enough, after all these years, he was still not quite used to the way ancient people dressed, just as he still couldn't tie his hair in a bun.
He replied casually, "Why would you dream of this? For a Nascent Soul cultivator like you, traveling all over the Three Realms is not a difficult task. Where is there a place that even you cannot go?"
"What if my senior brother ascends to immortality?"
"Then why don't you ascend as well? With your talent and merits, it's only a matter of time."
During this period, Fu Ming also imparted all the knowledge that the system and the remnant soul of the True Immortal had shared to Xiao Huaiyuan, such as the need to follow the Heavenly Dao and accumulate merit for ascension. He poured out all of this knowledge to Xiao Huaiyuan like beans.
He certainly missed his junior brother, cared about him, hoped that he would survive, and also hoped that his path to enlightenment would be smooth.
But he really wanted to go home and visit.
After ascending, he will be able to shatter the barrier of space and time. He has heard that there are three thousand worlds in the universe, and perhaps the Earth of the 21st century is among them. His mother and father may still be waiting for him to come home.
If he's lucky enough, his body might still be alive, lying in a hospital somewhere maintaining his vital signs. If he's not so lucky, he could go back as a ghost to see how his parents are doing, which would be fine too.
Fu Ming, who loves reading male-oriented novels, always sees himself as an overpowered male protagonist, but deep down he has also thought how much better it would be if he hadn't transmigrated.
"quack--"
Few birds and beasts can survive in the Demon Realm. In the long night, only the hoarse cries of ravens accompany one. Those who are far from home and whose will is not firm will will be saddened by the cries and go mad after hearing them for a long time.
Fu Ming walked barefoot on the fire-velvet carpet, a specialty of the Demon Realm. His excessively long black gold outer robe trailed on the ground. The tailor's design concept was supposedly to highlight the Demon Lord's majestic and domineering aura. However, beneath the outer robe, which was hastily draped over his shoulders, were an inner garment and a lining that were not properly tied.
Xiao Huaiyuan was meditating and circulating his qi on a futon when Fu Ming sat directly on his lap, his loosely fastened undergarment being carelessly thrown off.
He lit a twig with his own hands, and then the fire spread like wildfire.
Three hours later, in the Fox Palace, Fu Ming, who could only enter the palace in his soul form, regretted it again.
The remnant soul of the true immortal saw through his exhaustion but said nothing: "You're much late."
Fu Ming's calves were trembling, but he couldn't stand up or sit down, so he could only slump in a strange position in the chair of the Immortal Palace Hall.
He was utterly baffled: "Senior, do you think it's normal for a patient to have such boundless energy? Is he trying to fool me?"
The remnant soul of the True Immortal had clearly witnessed similar scenes many times and felt no sympathy for him: "Then why did you provoke him, young friend?"
Good question.
Thinking about it this way, Fu Ming realized that he had brought almost all the trouble upon himself. Sigh, what a headache.
But he wasn't without a legitimate reason. He had memorized the prescription for the antidote to the poison of the tracing mechanism. The salvia miltiorrhiza and jade marrow in it were fine, but there were two other herbs whose medicinal properties would be rapidly lost once they were picked. One was the white bone lotus that grows in the sea of blood, and the other was the soul-gathering fungus that can only be produced in the Nether Spring.
We need to stabilize Xiao Huaiyuan's mind first, otherwise it would be a lot of trouble if he fainted on the way.
Recently, Xiao Huaiyuan's dark spots have faded considerably, but what caught Fu Ming's attention was the dark gold vertical line that had appeared between his eyebrows.
When asked, the remnant soul of the True Immortal said he didn't know what it was, since he was just a wisp of the True Immortal's soul, not the True Immortal himself.
Fu Ming sat quietly on the steps of the Immortal Palace for a while, letting the gentle breeze from the sky caress his aching body and gradually cool down his overheated body temperature. He spread his five fingers to touch the warm sun.
The Immortal Islands of the Grand Competition Secret Realm are now bathed in the gentle warmth of spring, and the Formless Sea is calm and undisturbed. Over the years, he has spent his free time digging up seeds to plant trees and flowers, raising several newborn little demons, and also awakening seven or eight dormant great demons in caves and beneath glaciers.
The Fox Palace now stands beside the waterfall in Daiyu. Fu Ming gazes intently at the Pearl Jade Tree and the fox, who are frolicking with their offspring on the boundless meadow. It must be said, the image of the saplings uprooted and chasing after the fox is still quite imaginative.
A True Immortal approached from behind: "Young Friend Fu is now a qualified master of the secret realm."
Fu Ming modestly replied, "Not at all, isn't the Lord of the Secret Realm yours, senior?"
"My master is calling me; I will soon be leaving." The remnant soul of the True Immortal still wore a faint smile as always.
"Young friend, you may not know this, but every time a new True Immortal emerges in the Immortal Realm after a tribulation, the Immortal who rules this realm will also be replaced."
This does indeed match the great calamity that Xiao Huaiyuan mentioned.
Fu Ming turned his head: "A calamity? Senior, could you elaborate?"
The True Immortal smiled and said, "I don't know, you'll find out in time."
...The answer was as expected.
Fu Ming asked again, "Can I take the Xuanyuan Mirror from under the Immortal Palace?"
He was quite interested in the ending reflected in the mirror, wondering if it could help him or Xiao Huaiyuan predict their ascension.
“That won’t do. The Xuanyuan Mirror consists of two mirrors, the mother and the child. The one I have is the child mirror. The mother mirror was lost to the mortal realm for some reason and caused a great disaster. It was later sealed away by another True Immortal. Those who have not yet passed the Ascension Tribulation have weak Dao hearts and should absolutely not look at the Xuanyuan Mirror too much.”
Fu Ming wasn't a person with deep obsessions, and he didn't feel the need to obtain the Xuanyuan Mirror. He nodded and went to watch the fox chasing the tree again.
"Alright, if I am able to ascend in the future, I should still have the opportunity to meet with you again, senior."
"When fate brings us together, anything is possible. My name is Jiang Jin. I hope we meet again someday."
The lingering image of the True Immortal who had protected the Grand Competition Secret Realm for thousands of years floated upwards in the sky like a light jellyfish until it transformed into a stream of light.
Fu Ming felt that he was completely taking over this small world. His soul was like a gentle rain and flowing water, slowly seeping into every blade of grass, every monster, every inch of soil and every breath of air.
This feeling, both lonely and warm, gave him, a wandering soul who had been adrift in another world for a hundred years, a place to rest.
He was thinking of bringing Xiao Huaiyuan here to take a look.
Click. Fu Ming's late-stage Nascent Soul realm seems to have loosened somewhat.
"Your condition is much more stable now, so I can take you to the Nether Spring and the Blood Sea."
After exploring Xiao Huaiyuan's sea of consciousness, Fu Ming climbed off him, their noses rubbing against each other, making the silver ornaments on his ankles, neck, and wrists jingle.
In an attempt to curry favor, Fang, the administrator, presented a batch of exquisite ornaments with extraordinary significance, which were ultimately used on his superior.
This really benefited Xiao Huaiyuan.
Xiao Huaiyuan released the shackles with great satisfaction: "Senior brother, when shall we hold the covenant ceremony?"
"What's the rush? Let's talk about it when you're better."
Fu Ming thought casually, "I'll take a stroll outside and clear out my tasks while I'm at it."
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