38 Chapter Thirty-Eight
I am, after all, your father in name only.
After being mocked by Xue Ji, Xie Shu admitted his fault. The child was kind-hearted and must have acted so rashly because she had been bullied. In addition, he had already spent some time in the Demon Realm to protect Shang Qing. It was inevitable that he would harbor resentment upon seeing Lu Yue again, especially since she had forcibly taken his virginity.
He looked at Simiao and hurriedly asked, "Haven't you found Xueji yet?"
Simiao shook his head: "No, it seems that my junior brother's aura has disappeared, but the ever-burning lamp is still being offered."
She didn't know why her junior brother had left in a huff, disappearing without a word. Now that demons were wreaking havoc on the human world, it was a time when human strength was truly needed.
"Never mind, you stay here in my palace and guard her for now."
Xie Shu's face was grim. He had thought Xue Ji had seen through his selfish motives, but Xue Ji had uttered such absurd remarks. Whether it was out of shame and anger or something he had planned all along, Xie Shu couldn't tell.
Upon closer reflection, the child was young and orphaned, and his senior sister had neglected him, even harboring some hidden resentment. Furthermore, Lu Yue was capricious and willful, which inevitably led to some of her actions causing Xue Ji to misunderstand.
No wonder he was moved; his serene and aloof self was unforgettable at first sight. He was captivated, as if possessed, and even the mere thought of being near her caused his heart to ache and his throat to go dry.
"You've been taking care of her these past few days, and it must have been tiring for you."
“It is a disciple’s duty,” Simiao said hesitantly, but still slowly added, “Besides, she doesn’t seem as bad as the rumors suggest.”
Simiao's impression of Lu Yue mostly came from Erkong Zhenren, a senior and highly skilled master who had instructed all his disciples. Naturally, he couldn't escape being lectured by Erkong Zhenren on Lu Yue's faults.
She wasn't an ignorant child, but she felt that even the most wicked demon, who had draped himself in a robe, couldn't be too bad.
As the sect leader, Xie Shu was adept at seeing through people's hearts. Knowing that Simiao was still young, he sighed and whispered his instructions.
"Don't let her good deeds make you overlook her evil. The Simiao Serpent Clan is devoid of emotion; they can even eat their own kind. We cannot judge her actions by the standards of our human race."
Simiao nodded. She knew she was indeed captivated by Lu Yue's stunning beauty and aloof yet gentle demeanor. Fortunately, she could control herself. How many could resist the allure of a powerful and beautiful Venerable like Lu Yue? Even her junior brother, when favored, would find it hard to resist and fall deeply in love.
The rulers of the Demon Realm have changed hands for countless millennia, yet this calamity has struck only with her. It's clear she differs from the previous Demon Lords.
Simiao took a deep breath and returned to the palace. When she saw Lu Yue, who had returned to normal, she was astonished. She was afraid of the snake clan, but she couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful colors of the scales.
When Lu Yue saw her return, her expression was somewhat strange: "Isn't Xue Ji here?"
"My junior brother had a disagreement with the sect leader and is temporarily not in Shangqing."
"oh."
Lu Yue was not satisfied with this answer, or rather, she was not satisfied that Xue Ji had not informed her when she left.
He seemed quite comfortable last night, so why did he leave so early? Was he dissatisfied with her? He even left a strange note that read, "Wishful thinking."
"Your cultivation seems to have recovered somewhat?"
"yes."
Lu Yue looked much better than yesterday. Xue Ji's vital energy was indeed pure. She got up from the cold jade bed and looked at the Shangqing disciples practicing swordsmanship not far away. They were all quite young, and one could see that they had a strange naiveté about them.
"You'll be able to leave after some time."
"They want me to go back and clean up that mess, don't they?"
Lu Yue wasn't stupid, but she had no attachment to the position of Demon Lord. Having not been in her dragon form for a long time, she was even somewhat lost.
Why can Chongli do it, but she can't?
It was just a matter of confronting her inner demons. She considered herself to be ruthless and without desire, with a peaceful state of mind, but she never saw a breakthrough.
Lu Yue was disgusted with the peaceful days. She even missed the days when Chong Li assigned her tasks. Even if failure meant death, it was much more interesting than being bored all the time.
Xueji's disappearance amused her, and the tenderness of last night left him with her scent.
She looked at Simiao, who was always by her side, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Do you want to go find your junior brother?"
Simiao was stunned: "Ah."
Although the sect leader ordered her to guard Lu Yue, he did not say that she could not go out. Moreover, the disappearance of her junior brother was a matter of great importance, so it was up to Lu Yue to handle it. She was just careful along the way, fearing that some disciples might discover her presence.
Although the breath was faint, Lu Yue still detected that Xue Ji's last breath was coming from the edge of a cliff. She smelled a strange odor below and asked, "What's down there?"
“This is the Fallen Immortal Platform; Junior Brother cannot jump down here.”
Simiao felt a tightness in her chest. Although Xueji was old-fashioned and boring, he was, after all, her junior brother whom she had watched grow up since childhood, and she was unwilling to make the worst assumption.
What does "Fallen Immortal Platform" mean?
"None of the disciples who jumped down came out alive."
"Yeah?"
Lu Yue found things interesting; after being bored for so long, there was finally something worth having fun with.
"I'm bored anyway, I'll go down and take a look."
"No, this is the Fallen Immortal Platform."
Simiao hurriedly tried to stop her, but Luyue was intrigued. She grabbed the hand that was trying to stop her, pushed the person aside, and smiled faintly at her with her back turned.
"So what if I've fallen from the Immortal Platform? I am the Demon."
Lu Yue stepped off the cliff, the wind whistling in her ears, her long hair flying wildly. It felt as if something was pulling her down, accompanied by a strange fragrance. Her consciousness gradually faded, and in the last moment before closing her eyes, Lu Yue was certain that the fragrance was odd.
"His Majesty."
"Your Majesty, please try this wine."
Lu Yue opened her eyes and smelled a rich floral fragrance. She found herself in a golden gauze tent, with several beauties sitting or kneeling around her on a large white jade bed. They were all dressed in thin clothes, their white chests exposed, adorned with jeweled silver bells, but nothing was covered except for gauze robes that casually wrapped around their pert buttocks, revealing a pair of slender legs.
A pure and lovely rabbit-woman knelt before her, her fluffy ears being played with in her palms. Behind her stood a stunning fox-woman. She leaned against the fox-woman's soft fox tail, while on either side of her knelt on the bed, offering white jade cups with their red lips. Three other women were massaging her back and legs.
The depraved state of the place struck Lu Yue as odd. She was certain that this was an illusion, but an illusion should be drawn according to one's own desires.
But Lu Yue knew that her desires were not so trivial. If it weren't for her serpentine nature, she wouldn't have touched those beauties who were just empty shells.
"Your Majesty, why aren't you drinking?" the snake-woman asked reproachfully, biting her lip. He was handsome with a slender waist. His moist eyes were misty as he gently licked her fingers with his forked tongue.
Lu Yue forcefully shoved the snake's tongue back into her mouth. Didn't he know she disliked snake-men? Seeing what was vaguely visible under her gauze dress made her even more disgusted.
The fact that their physical structure was different from other races made Lu Yue unable to accept it, and she even felt extremely repulsed by men of her own race.
She rose and walked out of the hall, which resembled the palace of an emperor on earth. Her loose-fitting dragon robe also looked particularly strange.
Just as Lu Yue was wondering why Xue Ji's dream was so unbearable, she heard the beauty in the room complain: "No matter how much His Majesty favors us, he only has the Empress in his heart. We are nothing but toys for him to vent his lust. We are not even worth a finger of the Empress."
Lu Yue felt disgusted after hearing this. Was this how Xue Ji truly saw her? It seemed he was the so-called Empress.
She wandered around and came across a magnificent palace. Pushing open the door, she saw a man sitting in front of his dressing table, combing his long hair.
"Xueji, it's time for you to wake up."
Lu Yue grabbed his shoulder, but when she turned around, the face she saw was Wen Ruo.
Why is he here too?
Wen Ruo looked terrified. When she saw the emperor in front of her, she exclaimed and stepped back, clutching her clothes tightly: "How could you come here? I am your father in name only!"
"Father?"
Looking at the frail and weak Wen Ruo before him, Lu Yue felt puzzled, unsure whether he was real or not. Xue Ji's illusion was truly fascinating.
“Your Majesty, you have three thousand beauties in your harem. As the Empress Dowager, I am your father according to the law. Moreover, my body is no longer pure. Why do you have to force me?”
Lu Yue pondered for a long time, unable to understand the dream. So, in Xue Ji's heart, did he see her and Wen Ruo as having such a sordid relationship?
Even though he was physically weak, his shy and embarrassed appearance, which he couldn't avoid, made Lu Yue's scalp tingle. It was even more disgusting than seeing Wen Ruo turn into a woman.
Lu Yue took several steps back, her eyes dark and gloomy. Just as she was about to walk away to find Xue Ji to end this terrifying dream, she was grabbed by the waist by the person behind her.
"Your Majesty," Wen Ruo said, her voice strained and her eyes red with reluctance, "I have given my body to your mother, please don't torture me anymore."
"open."
Lu Yue spoke coldly, showing no interest in continuing the argument, especially since his humble and pitiful appearance was completely unlike his usual self.
Wen Ruo had been with her for a long time, but this was the first time Lu Yue had ever seen him cry so helplessly. Disgusting, utterly disgusting. She was used to Wen Ruo's dagger-like smile, and his sudden display of tenderness seemed absurd.
I wanted to slash his face to pieces.
"How about you act like you used to?"
Wen Ruo lowered her eyes, bit her lip, and unbuttoned her clothes. After Lu Yue saw it clearly, her purple vertical pupils remained still for a long time, unable to believe what she had seen.
The tranquility of over a thousand years was suddenly shattered. Was it because the fantasy was too real, or because it struck at her weak spot?
"Your Majesty." Wen Ruo's face was pale and her body was trembling from the cold. Who would have thought that His Majesty would have such a strange hobby? He could only let her do as she pleased in private.
Lu Yue was stunned and subconsciously asked, "Since you have breast milk, you also gave birth to a child."
She remembered that Wen Ruo had wanted to have her child before, and she never expected that she would actually be able to give birth. Even if his body was special, how could he give birth?
"It was just that the snake egg was incubating inside my body. The child was not born because my body couldn't handle it."
Even though Lu Yue knew it was strange, she still felt a stirring of desire as she gazed at those full breasts. Perhaps the illusion reflected a part of her hidden desires; in any case, it was just an illusion, and no one else knew.
Even though Lu Yue knew it was strange, she still felt a stirring within her. Perhaps the illusion reflected a part of her desires; in any case, it was just an illusion, and no one else knew.
She is the Demon Lord, and should be proud and without weaknesses. Yet, she has lived alone in the dense forest since childhood, and maternal love is a warmth she has never experienced.
So she still succumbed to it.
Wen Ruo's face was flushed, and he looked at the Venerable One, whom he rarely saw, with satisfaction.
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