Chapter 9: "Visiting" the Demon Realm and the Straight Man's Survival Guide 2
Li Jiuyou's hand froze in mid-air. Seeing the other man's evasive manner, a strange rage of disdain suddenly flared up, instantly overwhelming the strange throbbing sensation. "Who wants to touch you!" He withdrew his hand angrily, as if burned. He paced back and forth impatiently, like a caged beast.
"Wang!" Man Gu's voice echoed cautiously outside the hall, tinged with relief at having survived a catastrophe. "You're finally back! The Immortal Sect is in turmoil. The old Immortal Venerable is so angry his beard is sticking up, and that woman Bai Zhi is even more..." He poked his head in, saw Jiang Xuelan, wet and pale on the couch, and his own Wang pacing irritably, and his voice stopped abruptly. He quickly pulled out his small notebook and recorded: "Wang and the Immortal Lord 'elope' successfully! Immortal Lord's status: weak, wet (?), suspected of being frightened by Wang? Wang's status: irritable, anxious, suspected of being... sexually unsatisfied? Conclusion: The medicinal bath is very effective, but the communication method needs improvement. Suggestions: Feed? Soothe? Or... just practice dual cultivation?"
Li Jiuyou glared at him and said, "Shut up! Go get the medicine! The best medicine! And... clean clothes!" He almost shouted the last few words.
"Yes! Yes!" Man Gu shrank his neck in fear and rolled away quickly. Before leaving, he secretly glanced at the wound on Jiang Xuelan's shoulder and added a sentence in the small notebook: "The wound has the aura of a king, and the red-gold demon pattern is visible. It seems to be... a mark?"
Soon, Man Gu came back with a pile of bottles and jars and a brand new black robe made of luxurious-looking fabric.
"Put it there! Get out!" Li Jiuyou pointed at the stone table next to him without even looking at Man Gu.
Man Gu put down his things and slipped away as if he had been pardoned. Before leaving, he considerately (? ) closed the heavy door of the palace.
There were only two people left in the hall, and the atmosphere once again fell into an eerie silence and tension.
Li Jiuyou stared at the pile of medicine and clothes, then looked at Jiang Xuelan, who lay on the couch, eyes closed, breathing, his body still trembling slightly from the intertwined pain and pleasure. He felt an immense sense of unease. Asking him to apply medicine to this pretty boy? He might as well kill him! But… the chilling pain and strange pleasure emanating from the other end of the contract scratched his heart like a cat's claw.
"Hey!" Li Jiuyou said unhappily, trying to break the damn silence, "The medicine and clothes are there, get them yourself!"
Jiang Xuelan opened her eyes, gave him a cold glance, and said nothing. He wanted to do it himself, but the slightest movement sent a piercing pain through his shoulder, not to mention the lingering aftermath of the deadly pleasure, which made him feel weak all over. He tried to mobilize his spiritual power, but it was distorted by the chaotic God-Slaying Gu and Heart-Slaying Contract within his body.
“…” Jiang Xuelan pursed his lips, turned his face away stubbornly, and acted as if he was being arrogant (and suicidal), as if saying, “I’d rather die in pain than have you bother me.”
Li Jiuyou was furious at his attitude. "Alright! You've got guts! You deserve this pain!" He turned around angrily, his back to Jiang Xuelan, out of sight, out of mind.
However, the existence of the contract made it impossible for him to ignore any slight fluctuations behind him. He could clearly "feel" the cold gasp Jiang Xuelan drew in when he tried to move, the lines of his body that instantly tensed in pain, and even the subtle, uncontrollable tremors of his body when the pleasure came...
This feeling... is so torturous! It's more tiring than fighting a tough battle!
As time passed, the silence in the hall became almost tangible. Jiang Xuelan's forehead became increasingly covered in cold sweat, and his face grew paler.
Li Jiuyou suddenly turned around and rushed to the bed in a few steps. His bloodshot eyes were full of rage and helplessness of being forced into a desperate situation: "Jiang Xuelan! Are you fucking made of stone?! You can't make a sound when it hurts?!" He grabbed the medicine bottle on the table and pulled out the cork roughly. A strong and spicy smell of medicine filled the air.
"What are you doing?!" Jiang Xuelan looked at his outstretched hand in shock and anger.
"Apply medicine! Shut up!" Li Jiuyou roared back. With irresistible force, his large hand ripped open the soaked fabric of Jiang Xuelan's shirt that was stuck to the wound! A large area of his fair, tight chest and the hideous wound with the scarlet-gold demonic pattern were exposed to the cool air.
Both of them froze at the same time!
Jiang Xuelan was filled with shame and indignation. How could the Qingleng Immortal Lord ever be treated so roughly? Li Jiuyou, on the other hand, was stunned by the overly "stimulating" scene before him. The smooth lines of muscle, the delicate clavicle, and the winding red-gold lines along the edge of the wound, which belonged to his power... The visual impact was a hundred times stronger than the illusion! A heat instantly rose from his lower abdomen.
What was even more terrible was that when Li Jiuyou's fingers, covered with ointment and thinly calloused, inevitably touched the burning skin on Jiang Xuelan's shoulder——
The side effects of the Heart-Destroying Contract were completely triggered by physical contact!
An electric-like tingling sensation several times stronger than before exploded from the point of contact without any warning, instantly sweeping over both of their bodies!
"Hmm..." Jiang Xuelan couldn't help but let out a short, trembling moan, and her body suddenly arched backwards, as if trying to escape from this deadly feeling, but also as if... to cater to it?
Li Jiuyou felt similarly struck! His fingers felt like they were glued to that smooth, slightly cool skin. That moan, like a demonic sound, pierced his ears, reaching straight to the top of his head! A powerful, primal urge, like wildfire, instantly consumed his already precarious sanity! His blood-red eyes suddenly deepened, and like a ferocious beast stalking its prey, his body uncontrollably swooped down, his scorching breath spraying against the sensitive side of Jiang Xuelan's neck, their noses almost touching!
"You..." Li Jiuyou's voice was terribly hoarse, filled with strong desire and a hint of confusion that he himself was not aware of. "...try to hum again?"
Jiang Xuelan was terrified by the unfamiliar, aggressive light in his eyes and the scorching heat so close to him. His mind went blank. A mixture of pleasure and fear froze his body. He could only futilely press his hands against Li Jiuyou's advancing chest, his fingertips digging deep into the solid muscle. His voice trembled with tears, "Li... Li Jiuyou! You... you dare...!"
At this critical moment, when the air seemed to be on fire——
The palace door was suddenly slammed open by a brute force! A figure tumbled in, tumbling and crawling, shouting in panic and tears:
"Brother! Where are you?! I'm here to save you! Demon King, let go of my brother! Come at me if you dare...eh?"
Ah Che, with a messy head of weeds (as if he'd traveled through a demonic thorn forest), his face streaked with black ash, held a... uh, broom (?) in his hand, frozen in the doorway in a heroic pose. His gaze accurately captured the restricted scene on the stone couch:
His cold, snow-like, unattainable senior brother, his clothes half-ripped (ripped), his face flushed (pain? or...), his eyes watery (anger?), held captive by the ferocious demon king, Li Jiuyou, in an absolutely oppressive, extremely ambiguous position! The demon king's gaze... hiss, Ah Che felt like he was being burned to ashes by the flames in that gaze! The distance between them was so close... were they about to make contact?!
The broom in Ah Che's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter". His mouth opened wide enough to fit a duck egg. There was only one thought in his mind:
**It's over! Senior Brother's innocence... seems... probably... maybe... is really gone?! The "dual cultivation suggestions" written in Man Gu's diary... did Wang... put them into practice?! **
Li Jiuyou was so angry at this sudden interruption that he almost exploded! He raised his head abruptly, his blood-red eyes like the magma of hell, fixed on the idiot at the door who had ruined his "good deed" (?), and squeezed out a murderous roar from between his teeth:
"Are you looking for death?!"
Jiang Xuelan took advantage of his distraction and pushed with all his strength! Li Jiuyou was caught off guard and stumbled back a step.
Jiang Xuelan immediately curled up in the innermost part of the stone bed, wrapping himself tightly in his tattered undershirt. His face was a mixture of red and white, and he was so ashamed and angry that he wished he could die on the spot! He looked at A Che, who had petrified at the door, and then at Li Jiuyou, who was on the verge of rage and seemed ready to tear A Che to pieces in the next second. An unprecedented feeling of despair and powerlessness surged in his heart.
This life... is unbearable!
Xuanjia slowly crawled in from the shadows outside the hall (how did it follow here?), his green eyes swept over the chaotic scene, and he slowly chewed the flame grass, a specialty of the demon domain, and muttered:
"Tsk, saving someone? I think you're here to offer some help, right? I've added some 'Red Flame Vine' to this ointment, it's incredibly effective in promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, but... it's a little hot. Young people are full of energy, I understand, I understand. It's just that there are a lot of onlookers... It's lively, really lively."
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