Chapter 73 Grand Ceremony - I Want to Kiss Her
"Pick me."
Mo Beili looked at him, unable to express the shock in her heart, her fingers clenched tightly under her sleeves.
She shook her head and, under Ying Shixue's pleading gaze, slowly took a few steps back.
They retreated to the side of the night tide.
Ying Shixue's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a smile returned to her face. "I know this isn't your true choice, and it's not worth it."
“It’s worth it,” Mo Beili replied. “It’s only seven years, of course it’s worth it.”
In the Demon Realm, forcibly taking her away would be a very simple matter for Ying Shixue.
But he remembered that she had said she didn't like being forced.
He closed his eyes, and the surging demonic energy slowly subsided. The intense pain caused by the reverse flow of blood and qi in his body made him taste blood in his throat.
He touched his chest and felt his once vibrant, wildly beating heart return to silence.
Mo Bei left his mouth and said, "Let's continue."
Ye Chao moved his fingertips, and the forbidden text on the scroll lit up again, landing in front of Fu Yunyao.
Under his smiling gaze, Fu Yunyao's fingertips touched the scroll.
"Sizzle—"
The Dust Sword pierced through the scroll, rendering the agreement scroll, which contained ancient forbidden text, completely unusable.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that the smile in Ye Chao's eyes hadn't even faded yet.
Fu Yunyao held the Rangchen Sword, and the scroll lost its spiritual light, falling gracefully to the ground.
"Why?" Ye Chao asked, puzzled and furious at being tricked. "Is the young master refusing the deal?"
Mo Beili murmured her name, "Sister Yao..."
She simply said, "I don't like this deal."
Ye Chao was furious and abandoned all pretense of composure. "Ha! A deal concerning the future of our two races—can it really be decided according to your personal preferences?"
Fu Yunyao countered, "Why not?"
At the same time, Fu Yusheng's sword was once again pressed against Ye Chao's neck.
Night Tide: ...
He's not interested in this deal; he's not doing it!
With a smile in her eyes, Fu Yunyao said, "Xiao Bei, come here."
“I…” Mo Beili bit her lip, trying to persuade, “This is the best choice.”
Fu Yunyao simply looked at her and asked again, "Is that so?"
"If we succeed, the two races will be able to coexist peacefully. I believe in Sister Yao, and everything will be perfect. The only thing I will have to sacrifice is my seven years of life."
"If sacrifice is required, then it is not perfect."
She looked up in a daze, her eyes reflecting the figure in plain clothes in front of her.
She heard her say, "Seven years of freedom, isn't that important?"
Does it matter?
Her fingertips trembled as she clenched her fist and pressed it to her lips, but what did it matter compared to the future of humanity?
“Those seven years are also your future.” Fu Yunyao seemed to know her thoughts and spoke again.
"It's like comparing one life to a hundred lives. Are a hundred lives more important than one life?"
Mo Beili didn't understand, "Isn't it worth it to achieve the best outcome with the least sacrifice?"
Fu Yunyao laughed, "What is the smallest sacrifice? And now is not the time for sacrifice."
She looked again at Ye Chao, who was being suppressed by Fu Yusheng, and took a few steps closer to him.
“I think you’ve misunderstood something. Our deal is that the demons will not be allowed to set foot in the human world for seven years. I will bring you the spring you desire. Once I succeed, the human and demon races will live separately and not interfere with each other.”
"You want us to stay in the Demon Realm for another seven years with just a word? On what grounds? Do you think you can get everything you want without paying any price?"
"Just because, if I wanted to, you would have absolutely no chance of leaving here alive, including all the demons in Blood Moon City."
Fu Yunyao's gentle voice sent a chill down Ye Chao's spine: "Although I cannot kill all the demons in the Demon Realm, I still have the ability to slaughter a city."
From the very beginning, the demons were at a disadvantage in this negotiation.
Ye Chao knew her abilities all too well. Not only her, but also those who were clearly on the opposite side of them, facing the young demon god. If they wanted to, they could easily destroy half of the demon realm.
Now that things have come to this, Ye Chao has no choice but to bow his head.
"Young Master, I believe you have the ability, but if all of my demon race were to be mobilized, I imagine countless cultivators in the mortal realm would die."
"It can't be that if the conditions you promised aren't fulfilled seven years later, humanity won't have to pay any price."
"I have never failed at anything I've set my mind to." Fu Yunyao always had this confidence in herself.
"However, since you've brought it up, I'll grant the Demon Clan another promise: if I fail to keep my promise seven years from now, may my soul depart for the heavens, never to be reborn."
"That's it!" Fu Yusheng didn't expect her to suddenly come up with this promise and wanted to stop her.
However, the oath on the new scroll has been made and cannot be changed.
Ye Chao hadn't expected her to make such a promise. He stared at the red characters on the scroll, speechless for a long time.
madman.
This was the assessment that surfaced in his mind.
...
“Actually, if we push him a little harder, he will agree.” Fu Yusheng looked at the scroll on the table and rubbed his temples.
He could see clearly that Ye Chao, as the newly born Demon Lord of the past ten years, was not bloodthirsty or cruel. All he wanted was to lead the demon race to survive in the light. Given such an opportunity, he would not refuse it.
Moreover, he had already begun to regress, and she really didn't need to persuade him at such a cost.
Fu Yunyao smiled and gently comforted her, "I won't lose."
“I know.” Fu Yusheng never questioned any of her decisions. “But I don’t want you to gamble with your life, even if you have a sure chance of winning.”
"But I don't want to spend any more time in the Demon Realm."
Fu Yusheng looked at him and said nothing more. She knew in her heart that Shi Yubai's whereabouts were still unknown, which made her uneasy. She wanted to resolve the matter in the Demon Realm as soon as possible and go to find him.
Thinking of this, he sighed softly, "Do you know where he might be?"
Fu Yunyao lowered her eyes and replied, "Mm."
When she left the ancient ruins, the spirits there told her that ten days later, the nine stars would unite, and the signs of the White Jade Capital God would appear in the world, as well as the gates of the underworld would open.
At that time, if someone cast an ancient forbidden spell, they could forcibly bring back the deceased by using half of their soul.
They had spent quite a bit of time in the Demon Realm, and only three days remained until the day the Divine Soul had mentioned.
If Mu Jiuqing, who has gone mad in his desire to revive Mu Shu, knew about this, he would definitely try it.
Fu Yusheng also thought of this matter. He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table and said, "It concerns the secrets of Baiyujing. He may not know about it."
“Yes.” Fu Yunyao gazed out the window. “There is no record of this in the books. If those few wisps of divine souls hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known either. But what if he knew? If he knew all this, where would he have gotten the information from?”
Fu Yusheng paused, his fingertips tapping on the table.
In this world, if anyone could possibly know this, it would only be someone who can observe the stars and predict the future—
Stargazing Pavilion...
Fu Yunyao smiled and said, "Thinking about it this way, it's better for him not to know."
Just then, the door was pushed open.
"Sister Yao—"
Mo Beili called to her with a drawn-out tone, his expression cheerful.
Fu Yunyao looked up and responded.
"Shixue and I went out for a stroll, and someone... someone from the Demon Realm told us that there's a grand festival that takes place every three years in the Demon Realm tonight, it's called something like..."
“Baiyue,” Ying Shixue added, leaning against the doorframe.
“Yes!” Mo Beili’s eyes lit up. “Anyway, we’re leaving the Demon Realm tomorrow, Sister Yao, let’s go take a look tonight. I’ve never seen the Demon Realm’s grand celebration before.”
"Baiyue?" Fu Yunyao repeated, looking at the expectation in Mo Beili's eyes, but in the end she did not refuse.
Along the streets, strangely shaped lanterns were hung in front of every household. The blood-red moonlight fell and, under the reflection of the lanterns, turned into a soft light.
Each demon wore a strange mask, some resembling monstrous ghosts with blue faces and fangs, others like delicate and beautiful white foxes.
They wore masks and wandered the streets, bathed in moonlight. Each demon was a devout follower of the bright moon.
Fu Yunyao looked up at the night tide above the pavilion, raising her cup in remembrance of him.
Fu Yusheng, who was standing beside her, also noticed it and turned his head slightly.
"I was thinking that in just ten years, he went from an unknown little demon to the current Demon Lord, and even the most powerful of the seven Demon Lords, so he must have devoured a lot of demons."
Now it seems that the source of his power is the faith in him within this Demon Realm. No wonder he is so eager to lead the Demon Realm to a future.
He was born of faith, and he will die of faith.
Just as Fu Yunyao was about to say something, she suddenly felt a darkness before her eyes, and at the same time, she heard Mo Beili's voice.
"Sister Yao, don't move. This is a mask I specially picked out for you. The shopkeeper who sells masks said that if you wear the mask on the day of the grand ceremony, you will receive the protection of the moon goddess and have a smooth and successful life from now on."
Fu Yunyao didn't actually feel that she needed the protection of the Moon Goddess; she always got what she wanted through her own efforts.
However, she felt the girl's fingertips fall on her hair, carefully putting the mask on for her.
The words of refusal were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back down.
She thought it was just a nice wish, and there was no need to refuse it.
She let Mo Beili put the mask on her.
"I knew it, this mask is perfect for Sister Yao."
"Mmm," she responded softly, her eyes filled with tenderness, making her appear exceptionally gentle.
Fu Yusheng looked at the mask on her face, and her fingertips, hidden under her sleeves, twitched slightly.
Ying Shixue walked over slowly, his face also wearing the mask that Mo Beili had stuffed into his arms. The mask had a blue face and fangs, but it didn't look scary on him. He said, "The Nuo mask procession of the wandering gods is coming soon. Aren't you going to take a look?"
"Yes, yes!" she quickly replied, then waved to the person to the side, "Sister Yao, I'm leaving now."
Fu Yunyao couldn't help but laugh at her hurried appearance.
Amidst cheers and laughter, the grand Nuo mask procession appeared.
They moved forward little by little, striking wooden mallets and dancing a sacrificial dance.
Fu Yunyao watched for a while, then suddenly realized that Fu Yusheng beside her had stopped moving.
She tilted her head slightly to look at it, and the red tassel on the side of her mask swayed slightly with her movement.
Behind them, sparks burst forth, dazzling and brilliant.
But for Fu Yusheng, nothing was more desirable than the look in the eyes of the person in front of him.
He reached out, his fingertips brushing against the tassel on the side of her mask, stopping its swaying, but unable to stop the flutter in his heart that arose because of her.
"What's wrong?" Fu Yunyao asked him, her eyes gesturing.
He shook his head, his light-colored eyes smiling, full of tenderness.
He thought, "This mask really suits me."
The Nuo mask procession walked up to them and surrounded them in the center.
Amidst the envious gazes of a group of demons, the demon general leading the group handed over the wooden plaque.
Fu Yunyao stared blankly at the wooden plaque in front of her, engraved with the color Crimson Moon.
Fu Yusheng explained, "The Nuo mask troupe will present the Moon Goddess wooden plaque during the parade, offering their highest blessings."
The wooden plaque in front of her was pushed forward again, and Fu Yunyao finally raised her hand and accepted the plaque that represented her wishes.
She watched the honor guard depart cheerfully, somewhat puzzled.
"Don't they know I'm a human being?"
This is a question that doesn't need an answer; after all, what demon wouldn't be able to distinguish between a human and a demon?
The person beside her fell silent again, which Fu Yunyao found strange. It seemed that after she put on the mask, he was in a state of wandering.
"Fu Yusheng".
She called out to him.
He replied, "Yes, I'm here."
The moment their eyes met, Fu Yunyao removed the white fox mask from her face, revealing her gentle features once again to Fu Yusheng.
She tilted her head, and sparks flew from behind her, beautiful and breathtaking.
At that moment, everything around him vanished into nothingness in Fu Yusheng's eyes.
In his eyes, the only thing left was the figure in plain clothes in front of him.
He heard her say, "You're acting a little strange tonight."
It is a bit strange.
As he thought about it, his gaze fell on her eyebrows and eyes, then on the stray hairs falling on the side of her face, and finally on her lips.
My heart was pounding wildly for her.
He wanted to kiss her.
Under Fu Yunyao's questioning gaze, he reached out, his fingertips brushing against her cheek, landing on the corner of her lips, gently brushing away the stray hairs stuck to her lips.
"That's it..."
Fu Yusheng's voice was slightly hoarse.
Fu Yunyao raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"
Hearing her soft question, he closed his eyes and slowly withdrew his hand.
In the end, he simply said...
"It's alright, let's go."
What happened last time was already an overstepping of boundaries; he couldn't take advantage of her ignorance about love and offend her.
He has plenty of time; he's willing to wait patiently.
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