37 Chapter Thirty-Seven
◎If I die, will she remember me more?
Wen Ruo restored his voluptuous female figure to its normal state, knowing that His Majesty might not be comfortable with it. However, seeing the disgust in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel a pang of unease; perhaps he had been too hasty and had disturbed His Majesty.
She has just woken up; there are some things that shouldn't be rushed.
When Wen Ruo served Lu Yue in the Demon Realm, she was also aware of Lu Yue's preferences. She liked young men with full breasts and gentle temperaments, and she had even seen the teeth marks on their chests after the Venerable One had favored them.
Of course, the Venerable One wasn't driven by lust; it was simply the nature of the snake race. Unlike his eagerness and unrestrained desires towards himself, Wen Ruo felt a swelling and pain in his chest for several days after serving the Venerable One. He could mask this pain, but after all, it was a mark given by the Venerable One, and Wen Ruo still wanted to savor it slowly.
He was born and raised in nature, and there was no difference between men and women to Wen Ruo; it all depended on the Venerable One's preferences.
Perhaps he's not used to it at first, but he might like it once he gets used to it. Now that things have come to this, he should retrieve the Venerable One's inner core; he must be quite full by now.
Wen Ruo couldn't understand why the Venerable One favored Yan Qing so much. Even the destruction of his memories was unacceptable. He was clearly just an insignificant child; Xue Ji was far more useful than him.
Fortunately, he managed to extract the inner core from Hu Mei. Temporarily banishing him to the mortal realm was merely a way to let those restless creatures fight amongst themselves, serving as excellent nourishment for the Venerable One's return to the Demon Realm.
Wen Ruo's lips curled slightly; he knew his decision was absolutely right. After erasing those terrible memories, the Venerable One still captivated and fascinated him as always; a single glance from those purple vertical pupils would set his dormant heart pounding wildly.
This is the Demon Lord he should serve, one who will not be swayed by empty emotions.
Wen Ruo first went to Chunhu's territory to have Heng Ji prepare several beauties before leaving with peace of mind. The Demon Realm's harem needed to be well-stocked to avoid future complications.
Upon receiving the order, Heng Ji was surprised to find Lu Yue still alive, but she had no idea where her devoted younger brother had gone. He had disappeared for quite some time. Given the recent unrest, she hoped he wouldn't run off and cause trouble.
But just as she had expected, A Yao had already secretly come to Shangqing. He came here after learning that Lu Yue had been taken away, even if it meant being buried with her. However, the protective formation of Shangqing prevented him from getting close, and he could only stand at a distance and look out.
He was spoiled from a young age and was highly respected in the Pure Fox Clan because of his outstanding looks. He always wore bright colors, and the deathly white was completely out of place for him.
But since he was Lu Yue's keepsake, he took it upon himself to dress her in mourning clothes. If she knew, she would surely be happy.
Ayao gazed at the distant palace, her beautiful face expressionless, her soft, fluffy eight tails drooping behind her. Just as she was pondering whether to possess a disciple and infiltrate Shangqing, a hand appeared out of thin air and then shoved her hard.
The abyss instantly gripped him tightly, leaving him unable to move and forced to fall.
In the last moment before losing consciousness, A Yao thought: If Lu Yue knew I was dead, would she be sad?
Scattered snowflakes fell from the sky, completely masking Ayao's scent. The snow came too quickly, accumulating into a thick layer on the ground in no time.
Even Shangqing fell silent, with disciples returning to their rooms to avoid the wind and snow. Only the sound of swords echoed from in front of Xie Shu Hall.
A fierce wind whipped up the flying snow, turning the man's hair white, his fluttering robes blending into the white expanse. A powerful sword aura emanated from him, but only Xue Ji knew the turmoil in her heart.
He remembered the warmth and fragrance of her holding him in her arms when he was a child, the focused look on her face as she fed him medicine, and even the bowl of longevity noodles he remembered clearly. But it was all a facade, nothing more than a pretense to prolong the life of his so-called younger brother.
Xueji didn't believe she had really forgotten Yan Qing. He knelt in the wind and snow for a long time before getting up and slowly pushing open the door to the palace.
Lu Yue leaned against the cold jade bed, her body growing weaker without her inner core. She closed her eyes, feigning sleep, but upon hearing a sound, she saw Xue Ji's reddened eyes. He was covered in thick frost, his brows furrowed with madness, as he walked towards her step by step.
He then knelt down, pressed a dagger against her chest, and asked in a cold voice, "Do you have even the slightest bit of affection for me in your heart?"
Xueji didn't believe it. Had she really forgotten her brother, or was she just trying to use herself as a substitute for that good-for-nothing?
Lu Yue stared calmly at the dagger in front of her chest, not understanding what Xue Ji was going crazy about again, and spoke in a very cold tone.
Never.
Xue Ji's face turned cold, and the dagger in his hand began to tremble. He refused to believe that even a substitute could be somewhat different.
Lu Yue didn't understand why Xue Ji would misunderstand, and said lazily, "I just raised you like a child for a while and played with you. I didn't even touch you."
Xue Ji's face held a half-smile, a mocking expression; five hundred years of forbearance had become a joke. Now she had forgotten her brother, remembering only herself, yet she still felt no emotion whatsoever.
How could she forget everything, leaving herself tormented and unable to sleep at night?
His beautiful eyes reddened, and his eye sockets gradually became hot and moist, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it. His pride was almost completely shattered, and his centuries of hatred seemed absurd. She had indeed never promised anything; it was all wishful thinking on his part.
Xueji stared silently at the unfaithful man before her.
Lu Yue had seen many men look at her with that kind of gaze, like a bewildered and pitiful dog, and she sighed helplessly.
She bent down and bestowed upon him a small kiss.
The dagger fell from Xue Ji's hand, his body stiffened, and the cold touch on his lips felt so real. It was just a touch, yet his whole body was burning hot. He had seen how passionately Lu Yue kissed that young master Bai, but he had never dared to dream of such a thing.
But he didn't succumb to the temptation; he simply wondered to himself: Had she ever kissed Yan Qing like that?
Looking at Xue Ji with her eyes closed, Lu Yue felt a strange sensation in her heart. She admitted that the child was beautiful, but she felt no emotion. Instead, she felt a strange irritation, followed by a great hunger that filled her body.
Her purple vertical pupils suddenly brightened, a reminder that she needed to eat, or she would be forced to continue sleeping.
The snow that has just cleared is the best food.
She touched that beautiful face, and then mercilessly left her mark on that snow-white neck.
Xueji was still caught in his inner struggle. The stinging pain on his neck made him want to break free, but the snake venom quickly took effect. His thoughts became sluggish, and his movements gradually stiffened.
Despite his inner resistance, his body reacted honestly, which made him feel both ashamed and annoyed, as this was the sect leader's room.
He suppressed his shame and indignation and said, "Go to my room, not here."
Lu Yue was in a state of confusion and only heard the last two words.
no.
She couldn't tolerate being rejected. Hunger made her want to devour Xueji. Her cold fingers probed down her chest, tearing open the fabric to reveal a patch of white skin.
She buried her face in it, her clear eyes becoming hazy, kissing that delicate collarbone, and asked, "Are you clean?"
She needs pure primordial yang to replenish her missing golden core; otherwise, the serpent race's bestial nature will cause her to lose her way and completely revert to her original form.
Xueji turned her head away, her face slightly flushed: "Why don't you try it yourself and you'll see?"
He bit his lip, afraid that someone might intrude and hear the sounds inside. Even after living for hundreds of years, he still didn't understand matters of the heart and could only let Lu Yue tease him.
Her fair, jade-like skin turned pink, and her whole body felt soft and burning hot.
He could only awkwardly comply, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused. His hair ornament was thrown to the ground, and his elaborate waist sash was carelessly removed. Xue Ji knelt on the white jade bed, tilting his head back to receive Lu Yue's rough kiss, before his gaze went blank.
Lu Yue touched his cheek, and seeing Xue Ji, who was usually cold and aloof, showing a rare submissive attitude, a wicked thought suddenly grew in her heart.
She kissed his lips forcefully, and Xueji, though his gaze was vacant, obediently opened his beautiful lips to let her taste them.
A powerful snake tail hooked around his narrow waist. Xue Ji felt the cold scales encircling him, and his breathing became rapid. He still gritted his teeth, fearing that the disciples outside would notice.
The wind and snow outside intensified, but inside the house, spring was in full bloom.
Lu Yue had fallen asleep, and the snake tail had disappeared after the energy harvest. She was fully clothed, still wearing her robe, while Xue Ji was completely naked.
The person beside her was cold. Xue Ji opened her eyes and stared at Lu Yue's peaceful sleeping face. Her behavior in bed was different from usual; she was quite rough and fierce.
He gently touched the deep bite mark on his neck, which Xueji had been forced to endure due to the snake venom, and only felt slightly relieved in the latter half of the night.
Lu Yue was an expert in love affairs, but even a slight touch was enough to make him addicted.
But the thought that he wasn't the first brought back mixed feelings.
Xue Ji even absurdly thought that all those men who had been favored by Lu Yue in the past were just there to make it easier for him to meet her.
But after regaining consciousness, he felt even more ashamed and angry.
What is he doing, offering his virginity to her and serving her all night like a lowly male concubine?
Xueji knew that the sect leader intended to send Luyue back to the Demon Realm to quell the recent unrest.
So, will he just stand by and watch her go back?
Xueji slowly picked up the scattered clothes from the ground and put them on one by one, as if reclaiming her pride. No one would know what had happened tonight.
However, when he pushed open the door, he saw the sect leader. Xie Shu had faint dark circles under his eyes, and he looked inevitably tired after guarding the door all night.
"Sect Master, I..."
Xie Shu didn't dare to speak. He had already noticed something was wrong but hadn't stopped it. Lu Yue's body was getting weaker and weaker, while Xue Ji was young, and his primordial yang was the best choice.
Therefore, he remained outside, without interfering. The demons wreaking havoc in the mortal realm now need to be dealt with by the Demon Realm itself. Since the current Demon Lord is difficult to command respect, Lu Yue is the best choice.
"You've had a hard time, child," Xie Shu said, not daring to look Xue Ji in the eye. "I will pretend that what happened last night never happened. When the time is right, I will send her back."
After all, Xueji had been humiliated before, and if he suffered this injustice, he might try to commit suicide. He should comfort him properly.
"It's hard work, Sect Master. Why pretend to be so understanding? You probably wish you were the one last night."
Even for just a moment, Xueji noticed the disgust in Xie Shu's eyes.
"It's a pity you're too old, and she prefers someone like me."
Xie Shu was speechless. He thought he had hidden it well, but Xue Ji had still noticed something. He felt ashamed, yet he couldn't control his trembling heart.
I've only met her a few times, but it feels like I've known her for a long time.
Xue Ji, distraught and aimless, wandered until she slowly arrived at the forbidden area of Shangqing, the Fallen Immortal Platform.
It is said that all disciples who fall from here will disappear, and even if they don't die, their cultivation will be completely destroyed. It can be said that they are unable to live and unable to die.
He was disgusted by his own illicit feelings for Lu Yue and hated being used as a substitute for his younger brother. He had fallen and was no longer worthy of being a disciple of Shangqing.
In the final moments before falling, Xueji silently recited.
If I die, will she remember me more deeply?
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