Chapter 406, Extra Chapter: Feng Yue x Qing Yu (Part 2) - The Live-in Son-in-Law, Little Yue
at this time.
Having flown thousands of miles away, Feng Yue's demonic power raged uncontrollably, causing him to madly bombard the surrounding mountains and forests.
After a long time, he finally controlled his violent demonic energy, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and sat down against a rock.
Since his awakening, his two personalities have been unable to merge, constantly restraining each other and frantically vying for dominance. Some time ago, his sea of consciousness almost collapsed.
Chu Mo had always wanted to kill Qing Yu, but under Feng Yue's influence, he had repeatedly let him go.
Qingyu's escape this time seemed to break some kind of balance, causing Feng Yue, who was always mild-mannered and timid, to have his spiritual pillar collapse, and he actually treated Qingyu fiercely.
It's like uncovering the deepest, dirtiest, and most shameful desires in one's heart; once exposed, they become uncontrollable.
First Demon: "Hmph, he should have been killed long ago!"
Feng Yue: "You...you dare!"
The First Demon said, "He doesn't care about you at all. Why force him? Listen to me and sever this ill-fated relationship. Get rid of this demon that is hindering your cultivation."
Feng Yue: "Shut up! You clearly like him too, so why are you making me the bad guy? You...you just want to have him all to yourself!"
First Demon: "Bullshit! I didn't!"
As the two personalities were arguing, they suddenly sensed something amiss behind them. A handsome man in a brocade robe was standing on a broken rock, looking at them.
Feng Yue stood up warily, sized up the newcomer, and coldly asked, "Who are you?"
"Qing Shiyu".
After frowning and pondering for a moment, Feng Yue had a vague idea of what was going on. "Leave, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
Hearing his order to leave, Qing Shiyu did not show any anger on her face. Instead, she crossed her arms and walked towards him. "You must be Xiao Yue, right? You should have guessed who I am. I've come here today to take Xiao Yu home."
"Don't even think about it!"
Qing Shiyu looked at him and shook her head, a look of sadness in her eyes. "Have you ever thought about his likes and dislikes? Do you really like him?"
Feng Yue looked at him without saying a word.
Qing Shiyu didn't wait for his reply, sighed and continued, "Although Yu'er is spoiled, he has a strong sense of self-respect and is very stubborn. Your actions will only backfire. Do you want to force him to his death?"
Feng Yue looked up at him, "I will not let him die."
Qing Shiyu shook her head and said, "Being together should be a joy, not this kind of torment. You've never truly understood him, so how can you talk about being in sync with him? Haven't you noticed that he's been very resistant ever since he entered the Demon Abyss?"
Feng Yue's face froze for a moment, a hint of annoyance in his expression. Indeed, as he had said, Qing Yu had been very obedient before, but then she tried every means to escape.
He seemed to have guessed something and asked hesitantly, "He hates demonic cultivators?"
Qing Shiyu shook his head. "It's not that I hate it, it's that I despise it. Because my beloved wife was brutally murdered by a demonic cultivator back then, and young Yu'er witnessed it all."
Feng Yue's face was full of surprise. He seemed to understand why Qing Yu's reaction was so resolute when he said he wanted to return to the Demon Abyss. It turned out there was another reason.
Looking at his expression, Qing Shiyu continued, "When I arrived, it was already too late. Yu'er was kneeling inside the lotus magic treasure, just standing there blankly, neither crying nor making a fuss. It took several months for him to recover."
"This has always been a knot in his heart. If you cannot resolve it and forcibly leave him in the Demon Abyss, it is tantamount to killing him! Just let him go."
Feng Yue felt a dull pain in his chest, his fists clenched tightly beneath his sleeves, and after a moment he roared, "Don't even think about it!"
Having said that, he transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the Demon Palace.
Qing Shiyu looked into the distance and shook her head, "He's a stubborn kid too..."
At this moment, a figure flew over from afar, stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Sect Master, the young master has already been taken away."
"Okay, let's go back too."
...
Where are they?!
Inside the Demon Palace, Feng Yue stared at the empty bedchamber, grabbed a maid by the neck, and gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, demanding, "Where are my people?"
"Lord Chu, please spare me! This servant truly did not know..."
"I've seen her off." At this moment, a figure flashed into the hall and rescued the maid from Feng Yue's hands. It was the Demon Lord who had rushed back from outside to apologize.
He gestured for everyone in the hall to leave, and was about to step forward to explain the situation when a sharp pain shot through his chest. He was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a stone pillar, and coughing up a mouthful of bright red blood.
At this moment, Feng Yue's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly grabbed his neck, "How dare you!"
"I did all this for you!" The Demon Lord was now filled with rage. "Don't think I can't see that you're in big trouble. If you continue like this, you'll be finished sooner or later!"
"Your most urgent task right now is to go into seclusion and cultivate. It's not too late to go find Qingyu after he's calmed down!"
Feng Yue gradually loosened his grip on his neck, his steps faltering as he walked back into the hall. "It's too late. It seems we were never meant to be..."
Qingyu hated demonic cultivators from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't change his identity as a demonic cultivator, and was even humiliated like that...
He couldn't imagine what Qingyu had been feeling all this time, staying by his side.
At that moment, he really wanted to hug him again.
I wanted to ask him why he wouldn't say anything.
The Demon Lord listened to his murmur, and although he had doubts, he still advised, "No, Qingyu has always been stubborn but soft-hearted, and I can also feel that he truly likes you. Give him some more time."
"Really? But how long will it take?" Feng Yue stared blankly out the window, as if the question wasn't directed at him, but at himself.
...
Time flies, seasons change, and seven years have passed in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, ships came and went in an endless stream within the Heavenly Sea, all dressed in their finest attire, heading to the Misty Pavilion to attend the enthronement ceremony of the new Pavilion Master.
"Hey, I heard that the former master of the Misty Pavilion is planning to choose a wife for the new master today."
"Really?"
"Didn't you see that almost every ship has young women on board? They're all trying their best to get noticed and hopefully be chosen!"
"I see. I've heard that the new Pavilion Master, Qing Yu, is not only very handsome, but also very gentle and polite. I hope he can choose me!"
"Keep dreaming, haha!"
On the deck, several female cultivators gathered in twos and threes, chatting and joking. They were completely unaware that the black-robed man beside them, who was covered up tightly, had his fists clenched so tightly that they cracked.
"Master, we've reached the shore!" A joyful voice came from afar; it was the Huan Yin Sect members who had come to witness the ceremony.
Shuiyun's face was full of joy, and the years had left no trace on her face. "Let's go, I'll take you to see your senior brother."
"OK!"
Meanwhile, inside the Misty Pavilion.
In an extremely luxurious bedchamber, Qingyu wore a gold-embroidered robe, her thick, black hair styled high with a golden crown. Beneath her sword-like eyebrows, her gentle, starry eyes, weathered by time, were even more captivating, enough to make anyone fall for her without even realizing it.
"Yu'er".
"Father." Qingyu put down the Moon-Hidden Gauze in her hand, stood up and walked towards him with a smile, "Is there something you need?"
Looking at her son, who had matured, Qing Shiyu felt both gratified and heartbroken. "It's nothing. I just wanted to see how your preparations are going."
"Don't worry, everything is taken care of on my end."
"Whether it's appropriate or not, I'll have to see for myself!" Shui Yun said with a beaming smile, followed by a group of Huan Yin Sect disciples.
"Master, what brings you here?"
"How could such an important day be complete without Master!" Shuiyun looked at Qingyu in front of her, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "Hmm, not bad. You are composed and dignified today, and look very beautiful."
Qingyu: "Thank you for the praise, Master!"
"Alright." Qing Shiyu patted his shoulder: "You brat, don't be so smug. All the guests are here. Hurry up and come with your father to greet them!"
"good!"
As the group left happily, the bedchamber fell silent. At that moment, a black figure emerged from the inner room; it was Feng Yue, who had rushed over upon hearing the news.
His handsome face looked haggard. He took a few steps and sat down in Qingyu's chair, picking up the Moon Shadow Gauze he had casually tossed aside earlier, his eyes filled with disappointment.
For seven long years, the longing he poured out gnawed at him every day, causing him sleepless nights and unbearable pain.
When he finally saw the person he had been longing for, the moment his face lit up with a smile, his frozen heart seemed to soften instantly, and his gloomy mind brightened.
At this moment, Qing Shiyu, who had returned, looked at the black-robed figure before her and sighed, "Aren't you going to see Yu'er?"
"No, he's doing very well now." Feng Yue smiled, put away the Moon Concealing Veil in his hand, took out the repaired lotus magic weapon and placed it on the table, then disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.
"Oh, you fool."
late at night.
After several rounds of drinks, the guests had all left.
A little tipsy, Qingyu's pale skin flushed red as she was helped back to her bedchamber by her maids. She waved her hand and said with a forced smile, "I'm fine, you may all leave."
Upon hearing this, the maids hesitated for a moment, knowing their master's temperament, then curtsied and withdrew. As the heavy palace doors closed, the somewhat empty palace fell silent.
Qingyu walked slowly and unsteadily. She had forced a smile all day to greet guests, and now that she had shed her pretense, she felt completely exhausted.
Suddenly, the lotus-shaped magical artifact on the table instantly sobered him up a bit. He picked it up with trembling hands and examined it repeatedly, somewhat unable to believe it was real.
In addition, he discovered that the Moon-Hidden Gauze on the table was missing. His wildly beating heart sank, and he anxiously searched for the person in the vast hall, but unfortunately, there was no trace of him at all.
His eyes reddened, and tears reflected the shimmering light. The bitter emotions he had suppressed for years seemed to burst forth like a dam breaking, and he could no longer hold back his sobs.
"Waaaaah, you bastard! Now that you're here... why didn't you see me...?"
Qingyu slumped by the window, all traces of her daytime charm gone. She buried her head and sobbed softly, as if trying to vent all the grievances she had held over the years.
"Yu'er..."
A deep, husky voice came, and then he was pulled into a warm embrace. "Don't, don't cry."
Qingyu raised her tear-blurred eyes and looked at the man who had appeared before her, feeling a sense of unreality. "Feng Yue?"
"Yes, it's me." Feng Yue wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, tightened his arms around him, and his arms were still trembling slightly.
Qingyu pushed him to the ground, crying even harder than before, sobbing, "What do you mean? You're returning the things to their rightful owner, are you trying to even things out?!"
Looking at him like this, Feng Yue felt a pang of pain in his heart and awkwardly explained, "N-no, I just..."
"Just what?"
A hint of disappointment flashed in Feng Yue's eyes. He lowered his gaze, fiddling with his fingers, and whispered, "I... I heard you were going to choose a Daoist partner, and I thought you didn't want to see me again..."
Upon hearing this, Qingyu's face froze, and she gradually stopped crying. Sniffing, she asked in confusion, "What Daoist partner?"
This time, it was Feng Yue's turn to be stunned. "There are rumors circulating outside that after you succeed as Palace Master, you will choose your cultivation partner on the spot—"
Suddenly he stopped speaking, the image of the Demon Lord's wicked smile flashing through his mind, and he seemed to understand something at that moment.
Does the Demon Lord really think he'll never go back?
"Oh, so you dared to play me! Just wait and see how I deal with you later!"
Seeing him rambling on and on, and now muttering to himself, Qingyu said with some dissatisfaction, "What are you saying?"
Feng Yue looked at him and chuckled, "It's nothing."
Qingyu snorted coldly: "Give it back to me..."
"Um?"
"Moonlight Veil!"
"Oh..." Feng Yue responded and took it out. Qing Yu reached out to take it, but he raised it up and dodged her.
"What are you doing? Give it to me now!"
Feng Yue smiled and pinned him against the windowsill, looking intently at him. "Lord Pavilion Master, is it all you want?"
The sudden closeness between the two made Qingyu look at him with shame and anger. He saw his breathing become heavy, and his eyes were filled with a dark fire that surged, as if it were magma filled with love, about to burn him to ashes.
Seeing that he was stunned and didn't answer, Feng Yue leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Do you want me?"
Qingyu's already flushed cheeks seemed to blush even more as she looked away, "I don't want to..."
As if his protests were ineffective, Feng Yue tilted his head and kissed his neck, continuing to bewitch him, "Go ahead, from now on, whether you beat me, scold me, kill me, or torture me, it's all up to you, Lord Pavilion Master, okay?"
Feng Yue's teasing made his body go weak, his reddened eyes turned a lustful hue, and he lightly bit his red lips, mumbling, "You bastard...you...you're not going back?"
"My heart is locked here, where else can it go?" Feng Yue's Adam's apple bobbed twice as he desperately suppressed the fire surging within him, his voice hoarse as he said, "Yu'er, I want to..."
Before he could finish speaking, he lowered his head and kissed the lips he had longed for, like a wild beast that had been starving for a long time, prying open his teeth and sweeping away all obstacles in his path.
The feeling of almost suffocating made Qingyu struggle slightly, causing her high-standing hair ornament to fall off, and her long, black, shiny hair to fall over her shoulders, adding to her charm.
Seeing such alluring beauty, Feng Yue, who had been suffering from a long drought, could no longer restrain himself. He eagerly tore open the clothes on his body, looking like a lustful ghost.
Qingyu glanced at the window and said shyly, "Don't do that here... If someone is flying on a sword, they can be seen from outside!"
"Oh?" Feng Yue smiled, took out the Moon-Hidden Gauze and threw it upwards. The white gauze slowly covered the two of them. "That's fine."
"??"
Just as Qing Yu was speechless, Feng Yue suddenly picked him up and sat him on the windowsill, startling him into exclaiming, "What are you trying to do?!"
Feng Yue's eyes revealed a wicked smile: "Don't worry, Lord Pavilion Master, no one outside can see us. Let this servant serve you well."
"..."
"You...you mustn't do anything reckless!"
Before Qingyu could refuse, her lips were sealed with a domineering kiss, all her words turning into whispered tenderness that disappeared into the enchanting night.
...
"Bang bang bang—!"
"Let's set off fireworks!"
Brilliant fireworks exploded in the night sky, illuminating half of Tianquehai. Qing Shiyu and Shuiyun watched the fireworks and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
Shui Yun took a sip of spiritual tea, raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "It seems you'll have to host another banquet."
Qing Shiyu: "Hahaha, very good, very good!"
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