In the evening, Ye Shang stood on the deck, the cool sea breeze blowing her robes. Her waist-length hair was tied into a long ponytail, secured with a simple rubber band.
A few stray hairs that couldn't be tied up remained on her full forehead, fluttering in the sea breeze.
She gazed quietly at the sea, her hands hanging naturally at her sides. The light shadow beside her wasn't returning to its spatial dimension or being nurtured in her dantian; it hovered upright beside Ye Shang, as if accompanying her as she looked into the distance.
The moon was still crescent-shaped, casting a dim, yellowish light upon the world.
This made her appear even more lonely, as if this world-changing event was a battle fought by her alone.
Not far away, Qingli stood ten meters away from her, leaning against the door frame, quietly watching the dim figure in front of him. Her black pupils reflected her shadow. She stood there casually, neither straight nor bent, which made him feel a strange heartache.
What was Ah Shang thinking? Could he help her? He always felt weak in front of her. There seemed to be unyielding darkness in Qing Li's eyes. He forced a smile.
A smile returned to his eyebrows as he walked up to her, put his arm around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said softly in a low, husky voice, "Ah Shang, we will change all of this, won't we?"
Ye Shang placed a hand on his head and responded, "Mmm."
As long as she remains, she will not allow the Flower Kingdom to be destroyed, or even to perish.
She lowered her eyes, looking at the person trying to warm her. How many parts had the Demon King's soul been divided into? She didn't believe the Demon King had no backup plan; it was just a matter of how he would execute it.
I wonder if Qingli can cultivate the Power Control Technique. Will this thing conflict with demonic power?
"How's your practice going these past two days?"
The person in his arms paused, and said in a deep voice, "It's alright, but I'm still a bit unskilled. I haven't cultivated the kind of qi you mentioned."
Ye Shang pinched the back of his neck with his right hand and pulled him into his arms. "With your talent, is it really that difficult?"
That shouldn't be the case. When she first returned to the modern world to cultivate using the Energy Control Technique, she was able to cultivate Qi in no time.
Qingli felt a little uncomfortable, a thin blush rising on her fair, jade-like face. "It's not that, it's just that I feel a bit unwell inside."
It felt as if two energies were colliding, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable, sometimes tingling, sometimes slightly painful, but he thought this was normal.
Ye Shang frowned. "If you're not used to it, then don't practice. This might not be suitable for everyone."
Qingli asked in confusion, "Why? Haven't you been cultivating all along?"
Ye Shang reached out and gathered some energy in his palm, then gently pressed it against his abdomen.
Qingli was momentarily stunned by this strange energy, and her body went limp.
Ye Shang helped him sit on a chair to the side, letting him sit on one of her laps so that she could easily examine his body to find the cause.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Qingli's forehead. The cold sea breeze made him feel both hot and cold, and he kept his eyes tightly closed, his long, dark eyelashes trembling incessantly.
He moved closer to Ye Shang, wrapped his arms around her neck, buried his head in her neck, and whispered, "Ah Shang...it hurts."
Ye Shang withdrew the energy he had probed, then changed his approach, gently dispersing it for him, his voice slightly hoarse: "Are you feeling better now?"
As she had expected, the power of the Demon King had returned to Qingli's body, preventing him from cultivating human techniques. Most importantly, his Demon King power had not yet awakened, which meant he was still unable to use demonic energy.
The collision of the two energies caused the wisp of energy she probed into him to soothe the pain he had been experiencing over the past two days, which is why he felt such intense pain.
Qingli carefully examined her and nodded slightly in her arms: "I feel much better."
Once the power that didn't belong to him dissipated, that inexplicable, slight sensation disappeared.
"Don't cultivate anymore. Your body is different from ordinary people. There is another kind of powerful energy in your body."
Ye Shang picked him up horizontally, and he was still so light: "Do you usually get hungry?"
Qingli was clearly used to it by now. He put his arms around her neck and asked in confusion, "Aren't you hungry? What's wrong?"
Ye Shang carried him towards the room, saying, "You're too light and too thin."
When you touch it, except for...cough...certain areas, the rest is almost entirely bone, and it doesn't feel good at all.
Qingli explained with some grievance, "It's because of my constitution. I also want to gain weight, but no matter how much I eat, I've maintained this weight for so many years."
Ye Shang recalled that the Demon King in the Demon Realm seemed to be only slightly more robust than Qing Li. "It's alright, we can raise him again when we have the chance."
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The next day, the ship was still sailing at sea, and it was around 10 a.m.
Meng Qiulan sat to the side, somewhat bored, and asked Ye Shang, "Boss, how much longer until we reach the next country?"
Ye Shang calculated the itinerary: "I'll arrive the day after tomorrow morning."
Meng Qiulan sighed, "Ugh, how boring."
Life at sea was incredibly boring. The jobs on the ship were all assigned, and she and her cousin couldn't disrupt their order, so they could only help out occasionally.
Liang You sat at another table, which was filled with various drawing papers and cinnabar pens. Every now and then he would concentrate his energy and write with divine skill, but sometimes the strokes of the talisman he was drawing would break.
According to him, the paper was ruined and unusable.
Whenever he has time, he draws a picture and saves them up. For him, these things can be lifesavers in times of crisis.
Qingli couldn't understand what he was drawing. He sat next to Ye Shang the whole time. The only difference was that he was holding the food Ye Shang had given him: soft and sticky glutinous rice balls and fluffy little cakes.
At first, as soon as he finished eating, Ye Shang would bring out other food for him. He didn't want to refuse, so he could only eat slowly in small bites.
He was holding a bottle of milk in his right hand, taking a sip now and then. He hadn't gone to the dining room for breakfast this morning.
He quietly leaned closer and snuggled against her left shoulder, saying coquettishly, "Ah Shang, I can't eat anymore. Feel my belly; it's a little bulging."
He was really stuffed.
Ye Shang reached out and touched it, feeling it for a while, and thought to himself, "Isn't this flat? Where is it bulging?"
"Then let's rest for a while before eating."
Qingli nodded in satisfaction and smiled happily: "Okay."
On the other side, Meng Qiulan's lips twitched uncontrollably. "Do you two have to be so mushy?"
Although she witnessed the two of them together back then, more than a year has passed and they are still so lovey-dovey. She used to think the boy was good-looking and had some feelings for him, but now it seems that it's a good thing he was taken in by this big shot. She couldn't afford to support him.
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