36 Chapter Thirty-Six
How delightful it would be to raise His Majesty personally!
Simiao was so exhausted that he fell asleep while on night watch. Shangqing had been very busy lately, and he had thought that destroying the Demon Realm would bring some peace. However, the scattered demons did not settle down; instead, they became even more vicious and rampant.
Some small, insignificant families were even wiped out entirely. After witnessing that horrific scene, Simiao barely closed his eyes.
They seemed to be searching for something, so they frantically devoured the inner cores of cultivators in an attempt to gain stronger cultivation.
Many disciples of Shangqing descended the mountain to stop them, but the situation was clearly out of control. Several of them had already reached a terrifying level of cultivation, completely disregarding even the Golden Core realm. They roamed the mortal world with utter impunity.
As Wei Mengqiu's chief disciple, Simiao, now promoted to elder, had no choice but to set up an array to trap them. If they continued to advance, even several powerful sects might be slaughtered.
She was in a daze, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw the empty, cold jade bed, and instantly all sleepiness vanished. The golden bell on the red thread did not ring, and when she got up, she realized that she was wearing a heavy robe.
Upon picking it up, he realized it belonged to the Demon Lord. Si Miao's heart sank. He was about to go out to search for it when Lu Yue returned.
The moonlight shone on her thin robe, her long hair was casually tied up, and her purple eyes were filled with cold indifference. Although her cultivation had clearly dissipated, the oppressive aura emanating from her was still unbearable to behold. Like a sword that had been sealed away for many years, it still gleamed with a chilling light.
Simiao gripped her sword, reluctantly raised her head, and looked directly at the other person, whose expression remained calm, seemingly having no intention of killing her.
"Are you Wei Mengqiu's disciple?" Lu Yue remembered seeing her before.
"Yes," Simiao replied in a low voice, while simultaneously sending a talisman to the sect leader to inform her of the message.
"How much time has passed now?"
Five hundred years.
"Yeah?"
Lu Yue had a slight headache and sat on the cold jade bed, rubbing it casually. She had slept for too long and couldn't remember many things.
Seeing that she had no intention of killing him, Simiao asked in a trembling voice, "My master killed you, but you don't seem to hate me."
"Hmm," Lu Yue slowly opened her eyes, her expression puzzled, "Why would I hate you?"
"My master killed you."
“That’s right,” Lu Yue’s memory confirmed that Wei Mengqiu had indeed stabbed her in the heart with a sword. “That was between her and me, it has nothing to do with you.”
It was her own immersion in her so-called past that gave Wei Mengqiu the opportunity, even though she thought she had long since stopped caring. She thought those fragmented memories of her childhood had been forgotten, but unexpectedly, she was still craving so-called maternal love.
It's truly shameful.
Lu Yue knew that her current body wouldn't last much longer; without her inner core, she would be nothing more than a walking corpse.
She asked in confusion, "Why did you go to such lengths to bring me back to life?"
“We did not intend to revive you; it was only because the current Demon Lord, Hu Mei, wanted to save his own life that he offered you up.”
Simiao's voice was much calmer, and he was still wearing Lu Yue's robe, enveloped in a cold aura. Even though he knew that her current cultivation was insufficient to fight him, he was still afraid of her casual sitting posture.
"How boring. Do they want me to become a prisoner?"
Lu Yue sat back on the cold jade bed; she was too weak to maintain her human form. Her snake tail gradually became visible, and her expression began to show signs of drowsiness.
"I thought Wen Ruo would help her become the new master. I never imagined that the Demon Realm would fall into such a state in just five hundred years. But you have been deceived. I won't live much longer. Even if I am conscious now, I am only barely alive."
"Wen Ruo has always been by your side."
"What?" Lu Yue was stunned.
"When Hu Mei handed you over to us, he was right beside you. Everyone outside is saying that he is extremely loyal to you and that you have a deep bond with your master."
Many disciples who witnessed this scene even believed that Wen Ruo was deeply in love with Lu Yue, and privately began to fabricate stories about their romantic escapades. They tales of a loyal servant devotedly guarding the amorous and philandering Demon Lord, waiting only for her to glance at him. Some even went through tabloids filled with unsavory tales. Even Si Miao blushed after reading them; the suggestive phrases like "ten men in one night" sent chills down her spine.
It's hard to imagine that such a cold and aloof Demon Lord has such a personality; Simiao couldn't even picture what Lu Yue Chongyu looked like.
"You mean he's next to me?" Lu Yue's voice turned cold. The thought of this scene made her feel disgusted. She never thought Wen Ruo would be loyal to her. He had served the Demon Lords of all ages, and she would not be an exception.
“That’s right, he should still be in the ice coffin.”
Lu Yue didn't think Si Miao would lie; after all, not everyone on the righteous path spoke the truth. But she still didn't believe Wen Ruo would be with her in the ice coffin. His master could only be the Demon Lord, not anyone else.
But none of this concerned her.
Xie Shu rushed over immediately upon receiving Simiao's letter, and this was the first time he had seen her so clearly. Her tired eyes drooped lazily, and he didn't know how to speak for a moment, when a furious voice behind him broke the silence.
“Damn demon, you’ve finally woken up. You will pay back all the humiliation we suffered back then,” Master Erkong’s eyes were bloodshot, wishing he could tear Lu Yue to pieces right now. “You committed all sorts of evil back then, even slaughtering all the disciples of my sect when I was young.”
Simiao was surprised, feeling that Lu Yue, who had draped the robe over him, was not as bad as the rumors suggested.
But the other party's answer made her give up.
"That should be one of my tasks."
Lu Yue did indeed kill many people because of the mission assigned to her by Chong Li.
“You…” Master Erkong gritted his teeth at her indifferent attitude.
But she also knew that demons' thoughts couldn't be considered from a human perspective. Even the snake race could kill each other; how could she possibly have feelings?
Xie Shu stopped Er Kong Zhenren and asked, "There is something we don't understand. Recently, demons have been running rampant, seemingly searching for something, and have even gone to great lengths to do so."
"It should be my inner core. I originally gave it to Hu Mei, but it seems she couldn't keep it."
With her millennia of cultivation combined with Chongli's ten thousand years of cultivation, Hu Mei would surely be able to firmly control the Demon Realm. The fact that she was offered up now only proves that her inner core had been stolen.
"So what they're searching for everywhere right now is your inner core." Xie Shu immediately understood; in the end, they were still vying for the position of Demon Lord.
"Perhaps. Without my inner core, I won't live much longer. Just bury me anywhere."
She didn't want to be with Wen Ruo anymore; she just wanted some peace and quiet. Lu Yue was drowsy, knowing her weak breath wouldn't last much longer. But clearly, those bored fellows from Shangqing continued to bother her.
When she awoke again, Lu Yue smelled a familiar scent. Opening her eyes, she saw a long-lost friend; five hundred years had passed, and he had transformed from a naive youth into a mature man. His bearing was even more elegant now, his taut white Taoist robe clinging to his body like a bow and arrow.
Lu Yue glanced at it casually and then looked away.
"What, are you still missing my brother?" Xue Ji had thought about how to humiliate her when she saw her, but the words that came out of her mouth were still Yan Qing.
"What does your brother have to do with me? Did I kill him before?" Lu Yue remembered that she had only brought Xue Ji to the Demon Realm for a while for fun, and then threw him back after she got tired of him.
"you……"
Xueji almost thought he had lost his mind, but he was aware of Yan Qing's existence. So, had she forgotten? Only he remembered his existence.
But why should I be the only one suffering?
"Junior brother, come out first."
Simiao rushed over in a hurry. Xueji got up, glanced at Luyue after hearing what had happened, and walked out of the palace.
At this moment, Shangqing welcomed an uninvited guest. A gentle man walked openly through the front door. The protective formation set up by Master Erkong and the elders was completely ineffective. The man seemed to have no ill intentions, but his cultivation level was also unclear.
"What kind of junior dares to be so arrogant?" Master Erkong's face was ferocious as he held his sword in front of him.
Wen Ruo didn't take these insignificant ants seriously. Her brows relaxed, and she smiled faintly as she replied, "I'm here to welcome my master."
"Master?" Master Erkong didn't understand.
Simiao explained in a low voice, "He is Wen Ruo from the Demon Realm."
Master Erkong immediately realized what was happening and shouted, "So it's that demon's lover. Is he trying to provoke Shangqing because he wants to be buried with her?"
"I'm just here to see my master. Of course, you can refuse my request. I don't mind using some brutal methods, like wiping out the Shangqing."
Wen Ruomei smiled, but his words chilled everyone to the bone. Even though he was surrounded by a hundred disciples, the black mist emanating from him seemed capable of taking their lives at any moment.
Xie Shu was aware of the other party's reputation, but no one knew how long he had lived. However, there were records of him in the notes left by the founder of Shangqing Sect.
Wen Ruo is eccentric and loyal to the Demon Lord.
Xie Shu agreed to Wen Ruo's request and had Simiao take him to see Lu Yue. Given the current situation, the Demon Realm needs a powerful new ruler to stabilize, which might not be a bad thing.
Xue Ji stood coldly at the door, stopping as she brushed past Wen Ruo.
"Is he really dead?"
“Of course, His Majesty cherishes him like a precious treasure, treating him like his own child. This is incomparable to those men who casually offer themselves to him.” Wen Ruo’s gaze lingered on the hall. He could already sense His Majesty’s presence and couldn’t wait to invite her back to the Demon Realm to continue serving him. Five hundred years was but a fleeting moment to him, but Wen Ruo couldn’t bear a separation for too long.
"She doesn't remember Yan Qing."
"Your Majesty has simply forgotten some things that shouldn't exist."
After examining the Venerable One's memories, Wen Ruo discovered many aspects of the past that the Venerable One was unaware of. He had been incredibly foolish; his dereliction of duty as a subordinate was unforgivable.
Xue Ji listened with a blank expression, so now only she still remembers that unbearable period?
That's ridiculous.
Wen Ruo pushed open the door and saw the Venerable One leisurely drinking tea; her eyes brightened slightly. Lu Yue knew he would come. She calmly watched as Wen Ruo slowly pulled open her robe, revealing her snow-white, full breasts, and knelt before her.
"I have failed in my duty and have never understood what you truly want."
"Um?"
As Lu Yue watched, the outline that had once belonged to a man became blurred, his honey-colored, full chest transformed into round, perky breasts, and his strong waist became supple. His long, straight legs also became fuller, and his facial features gradually softened.
Lu Yue's usually cold face broke down, and he frowned as he looked at the woman's body before him.
Wen Ruo's voice softened into a woman's gentle tone as she smiled and said, "I've seen your past and know that you envy those cubs who are cared for by their mothers from a young age. If you're willing, I can be your mother. I'd even be willing to raise you again."
Although producing breast milk would be troublesome, he could modify his body to satisfy the Venerable One's secret desires. Just imagining that scene made Wen Ruo's body tremble with excitement. How delightful it would be to personally nurture the Venerable One!
For the first time, Lu Yue was puzzled by Wen Ruo's identity. What exactly was he that allowed him to stay in the Demon Realm for so many years?
"I have no interest in returning to the Demon Realm. I'm fed up with my boring life over the years. And I have no interest in cleaning up that mess."
"I knew Your Majesty would say that, but I will be waiting for your arrival in the Demon Realm."
Wen Ruo knelt on the ground devoutly, gazing at Lu Yue with burning eyes. No one was more suitable to be her master than her.
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