Feng Xuan felt that Qi Zhuoyu had been acting strange since the dual cultivation.
He was always staring at him for no apparent reason.
Sometimes he would lie on the couch in Chengming Palace, sunbathing.
After court, Qi Zhuoyu would come over and quietly hold him in his arms.
After this happened several times, Feng Xuan found it a bit odd.
Once again, as Qi Zhuoyu held and caressed him, Feng Xuan thought he should resist a little.
He couldn’t always just lie there passively being fondled.
If they really got married in the future, would he have any status in the family at all?
“Your Highness,” Feng Xuan sat up straight, “I feel you’ve been acting strange lately.”
“Strange?” Qi Zhuoyu held his waist, squeezing it contentedly, “How so? Is it because I’m too fond of you?”
Feng Xuan: “…”
Had he awakened some cheesy romantic persona after their dual cultivation?
Not only that, after Qi Zhuoyu said this,
He pondered for a moment, as if he had opened the door to a new world, and repeated, “I truly am very fond of you.”
Obviously, you big devil.
If you dare not to be fond of me, you can go through the lightning tribulation today.jpg
Qi Zhuoyu had also recently developed a habit of pinching his cheeks.
Feng Xuan had lost a lot of weight for a long time before, due to losing his husband – yes, losing his husband.
When he first descended to the mortal realm, he was as thin as a rake. Qi Zhuoyu remembered when he rescued him from the pool, holding him felt like embracing a bag of bones.
Recently, he had finally managed to put some meat on Feng Xuan’s bones. Seeing that the flesh on his cheeks had reappeared, Qi Zhuoyu’s recent pleasure was pinching his face.
Sometimes when he pinched too hard and Feng Xuan was about to get angry,
Qi Zhuoyu would lean in to kiss him, kissing endlessly, saying it was an apology.
By the end, not only was Feng Xuan’s face red,
His lips were also swollen from the biting. He began to suspect whether this was really an apology or just taking advantage of him.
Qi Zhuoyu somehow recalled the memories he saw in Feng Xuan’s sea of consciousness during their first dual cultivation.
He paused, then said, “I must have loved you deeply in my previous life too.”
Of course.
To think that he was actually a fox demon, yet fell in love with a chicken demon.
Just based on the fact that he could resist the instinct to eat this little chicken as food, he felt his love must have been quite profound.
He also didn’t know exactly how he died.
Was it because they tried to forcibly merge despite being different species, and ended up being struck dead by the lightning tribulation?
Feng Xuan didn’t know what Qi Zhuoyu was imagining.
But seeing his very smug expression, he felt that,
Some things, not knowing,
Might actually be better for himself.
“Have you remembered your past life?” Feng Xuan asked in surprise.
Although when he returned to the White Jade Capital last time, Siming had told him,
Qi Zhuoyu, like his father god, was one of the earliest divine spirits born from the Primordial River. His primordial spirit was naturally a divine embryo, and once his memories were awakened, after experiencing nine lightning tribulations, he could return to his divine position.
But awakening memories wasn’t that easy.
Either he had to take the old path of cultivation, like Qi Zhuoyu did before, cultivating for many years before ascending to the upper realm.
However, there were very few cultivation sects left in the mortal world now.
Even if there were, Qi Zhuoyu still had such a large country to manage, so it didn’t seem feasible.
The remaining method to recover memories was through dual cultivation.
During Shenjiao, their primordial spirits would merge.
Qi Zhuoyu spoke, “During Shenjiao, I saw some glimpses of the past.”
The term ‘Shenjiao’ was also taught to him by Feng Xuan.
Qi Zhuoyu’s knowledge of cultivation was now half-baked, so Feng Xuan had to take on the role of his former teaching elder, explaining things like dual cultivation, primordial spirit, and sea of consciousness to him.
He wondered if the teaching elder knew that the former bottom student at Shangqing Academy was now teaching his star pupil,
Would he be so angry that he’d crawl out of his coffin to give him a couple of punches?
But it had to be said, Qi Zhuoyu was truly a chosen one in the cultivation business.
He grasped things quickly and could even draw inferences. No wonder others took a thousand years to become immortals, while he unified the Three Realms in just two hundred years.
How to put it.
The world of geniuses was truly hard to understand.
Qi Zhuoyu said, “You used to call me senior brother.”
Feng Xuan, nestled in his arms, felt a sting in his eyes.
Seeing his reaction, Qi Zhuoyu understood.
He really was from the same sect as this little demon.
Feng Xuan asked, “Besides that, what else do you remember?”
Qi Zhuoyu hadn’t actually remembered much, only seeing some scenes. He answered honestly. “Not yet. I just saw some scenes during Shenjiao.”
Feng Xuan immediately felt a bit worried.
Qi Zhuoyu asked. “Do you really want me to remember?”
Feng Xuan glanced at him and muttered. “Actually, I’m not sure.”
Qi Zhuoyu looked at him.
Feng Xuan said, “I’ve also lost my memory before. At that time, you told me it didn’t matter if I couldn’t remember.”
Back then, Feng Xuan had severed all his emotions and had the Heartless Pearl inside him, so he couldn’t really understand why Qi Zhuoyu would say such things.
But now, he seemed to understand.
Qi Zhuoyu’s previous life wasn’t actually very happy.
He was a tragic seed born from the endless war between the human empire and the demon race. As a child, he witnessed his birth father kill his mother. After a long childhood, his adoptive father indirectly died because of him. In his youth, he even repeated the tragedy of the previous generation – despite hating his father the most, he almost did the same thing, letting his wife die by his own sword.
It could be said he lost his mother in childhood and his wife in youth.
It was simply a life written in capital letters of tragedy.
When Feng Xuan had descended to the mortal realm before, he had only sighed briefly upon viewing Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate.
The fate in the Book of Fate couldn’t be violated; Feng Xuan couldn’t change the past destiny.
But now Qi Zhuoyu had forgotten his past life.
Those painful memories he had been willing to sever his emotions to forget – did he really want to remember them again?
Actually, forgetting that painful past,
For Qi Zhuoyu, might be a kind of liberation.
After some hesitation, Feng Xuan said, “It’s just… your previous life was quite miserable.”
Qi Zhuoyu asked. “Very miserable?”
He smiled, in a somewhat charming way. “Not necessarily. Didn’t I still have you?”
Feng Xuan: “.”
Please, with him constantly causing trouble for the big devil, he still thought it was quite good.
It seemed he hadn’t misunderstood, Qi Zhuoyu was truly a bit of a masochist!
But hearing such sweet talk, even knowing it was just flattery,
Feng Xuan still felt sweet inside.
Perhaps it was because Feng Xuan was now lying in his arms.
This familiar posture instantly reminded him of the scene he saw in Feng Xuan’s sea of consciousness.
He had never seen Feng Xuan cry so heartbrokenly since.
As if he had shed all his tears.
He had also never felt such intense emotions from himself.
The memories brought by the sea of consciousness weren’t false. Qi Zhuoyu had been arrogant and overbearing all his life, rarely feeling regret. But when he saw Feng Xuan begging him not to die, that world-destroying pain almost overwhelmed him.
Qi Zhuoyu pressed his hand to his chest.
He knew that was the deepest part of his sea of consciousness, the emotions engraved in his primordial spirit.
Feng Xuan was still struggling, knowing rationally that it was best if Qi Zhuoyu couldn’t remember, but emotionally hoping he would.
After all, although the big devil treated him well now, they had so many shared memories before. It felt unfair for them to be forgotten just like that.
While lost in thought, Qi Zhuoyu spoke, “I probably want to remember quite badly.”
Feng Xuan looked up, surprised. “Why?”
More images flashed through Qi Zhuoyu’s mind as he said, “Just a feeling.”
He continued, “Although I don’t know what deep grudges or sufferings my past self had that were worth forgetting, if I chose to forget the memories of being with you because of those things.”
Qi Zhuoyu paused, “Whether it’s my past self or my current self.”
“I would hate myself for it.”
It took Feng Xuan several days to belatedly realize, was the big devil confessing to him?
Like, even though his past life was very bitter, when he thought about the time spent with Feng Xuan, he felt that bitter life was still worth it?
Oh my.
This was too much.
How did he become so good at sweet talk after one reincarnation?
Was this still the straight man, annoying senior brother he knew?
Moreover, when Qi Zhuoyu said he wanted to recover his memories, he wasn’t just paying lip service.
After all, the only way to recover memories now was through Shenjiao, obtaining some fragmented scenes from Feng Xuan’s primordial spirit, then gradually awakening his own primordial spirit.
So during this period, Qi Zhuoyu would engage in Shenjiao with Feng Xuan whenever he had free time.
Since he discovered this extremely convenient method of sleeping with his wife without taking off clothes, he fell completely in love with Shenjiao.
Sometimes, marrying a demon as a wife,
The pleasures were truly endless.
Whenever he had nothing to do, he would hold Feng Xuan and connect their primordial spirits.
Although Shenjiao was slightly different from dual cultivation, it was essentially the same thing. After each Shenjiao, Feng Xuan would be as limp as if he’d been pulled out of water, soft all over. Moreover, this pervert Qi Zhuoyu wouldn’t leave his sea of consciousness after finishing, patrolling around as if it were his own home.
How was this any different from not pulling out after finishing?!
Feng Xuan felt that if this continued,
Before the big devil recovered his memories, he would be drained empty.
For a moment, Feng Xuan wasn’t sure who the real “demon” was.
Qi Zhuoyu, however, accepted it well, seeing Feng Xuan’s ravished and watery appearance.
He was quite satisfied inside.
As expected of him.
Even after reincarnation, his skills hadn’t declined.
His fox demon, with such skill level,
Must have been a great demon ruling over a region in the past.
However, Feng Xuan’s days of slacking off in the Great Xin Dynasty had just begun.
After all, he was of the divine race. Although he looked forward to Qi Zhuoyu recovering his memories, awakening the primordial spirit wasn’t such a simple matter.
Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit had been extinguished in the Chaotic Sea for who knows how many days and nights. Now after reincarnation, it had only slowly recovered. To become a god again would probably take quite some time.
The divine race had long lives, waiting one or two hundred years was the same as waiting one or two thousand years.
Feng Xuan had already waited a hundred years for Qi Zhuoyu, what was another hundred years?
But he didn’t expect.
This rolling king of a big devil,
Whether as the Demon Venerable before or as the ruler of the world now, he was still that rolling king.
What others took a thousand years to achieve, he was now even more extraordinary.
He did it in one year.
It started when Feng Xuan had a sudden idea to return to the demon realm.
After numerous Shenjiaos, Qi Zhuoyu had seen more and more past memories in Feng Xuan’s primordial spirit.
Thus, the past and present lives of the fox demon and chicken demon became just a baseless tale.
Qi Zhuoyu knew he was once the only Demon Lord among all beings in the Three Realms.
He held great authority and extreme power in the demon realm of the Chaotic Sea, even the divine realm had to give him face.
But what he saw from Feng Xuan’s memories, what he heard, wasn’t as real as seeing it with his own eyes.
From the moment he stepped into the dragon carriage, Feng Xuan felt that Qi Zhuoyu’s expression was strange.
He couldn’t pinpoint what was strange, but he felt the big devil seemed to be in a bad mood.
That couldn’t be right.
Returning to the demon realm was like returning to his villain headquarters, what was there to be unhappy about?
Could it be that because he was now a mortal, he was still a bit afraid of the legendary demon race deep down?
Sitting in the dragon carriage, Feng Xuan decided to comfort Qi Zhuoyu. “Actually, you were super powerful before.”
Qi Zhuoyu glanced at him.
Feng Xuan affirmed. “Those demons were all very afraid of you, don’t worry. Although you’ve been gone for so many years, they didn’t dare have any thoughts of rebellion. The demon realm is very peaceful now. The Demon Venerable is mighty!”
In short, he wanted to report on the recent situation of the demon race to the big devil as the Demon Venerable, and casually flatter him a bit.
Unexpectedly, Qi Zhuoyu’s expression seemed to worsen.
Feng Xuan: ?
It was quite strange.
Qi Zhuoyu’s thoughts,
From past to present, were really hard to guess.
Moreover, this strangeness increased as they got closer to the demon realm. After arriving at Yingxu Palace,
Qi Zhuoyu’s expression became increasingly gloomy, his whole body radiating irritation.
Especially when he saw how luxurious and gorgeous Yingxu Palace was, unparalleled in the world.
Feng Xuan, dressed in demon attire, walked within.
