His delicate and beautiful appearance was further accentuated by the elaborate demon attire, walking through the palace as if he naturally belonged there. In other words, such a beauty should be matched with such an extremely gorgeous palace.
As Feng Xuan walked, he noticed Qi Zhuoyu hadn’t followed.
Standing in the long corridor of Yingxu Palace,
Feng Xuan finally couldn’t help but ask. “Big devil, what’s wrong with you?”
After arriving here, he couldn’t help but follow local custom and call Qi Zhuoyu ‘big devil’ again.
Qi Zhuoyu glanced at him and said coolly, “You like it here very much.”
Actually, Feng Xuan preferred his Qifeng Palace in the White Jade Capital, and also liked the Zhujian Xiaozhu in the Misty Immortal Mansion.
But since Yingxu Palace was Qi Zhuoyu’s palace, he couldn’t say he didn’t like it, so he nodded and cooperated. “I do like it.”
Qi Zhuoyu’s face darkened further.
Feng Xuan was completely puzzled.
What was wrong with this big devil, why wasn’t he happy when told he was liked?
Qi Zhuoyu took a couple steps forward.
Dressed in demon attire, except for his slightly youthful face, he looked almost identical to the former Demon Venerable.
When he strode forward, Feng Xuan had to jog a couple steps to keep up.
Qi Zhuoyu walked a few steps, then suddenly stopped.
Feng Xuan almost bumped into his back.
Qi Zhuoyu’s height was already considerable when he was in his teens.
Recalling when he first met the big devil, he said he was already eight feet tall at fifteen, and it turned out he wasn’t boasting.
Now looking down at Feng Xuan, his voice sounded irritated. “If you like the palace he gave you so much, why do you settle for living in the palm-sized Chengming Palace?”
Feng Xuan was completely confused: ?
He asked, perplexed. “What do you mean ‘he gave me’? Weren’t both given by you?”
It took him a long time to react, then he hesitantly said, “Big devil. Are you… jealous of yourself?”
Qi Zhuoyu made an ambiguous grunt.
Oh dear.
It really was!
What on earth was there to be jealous about?
Whether it was Yingxu Palace or Chengming Palace, weren’t they both big cages you gave me?
The Immortal Lord Little Bird treated all equally, distributing his love for these large cages evenly.
But judging by Qi Zhuoyu’s expression, he looked both foul and irritable.
It was as if unless I wrote an 800-word essay to placate him, he would directly demolish Yingxu Palace.
“Both Yingxu Palace and Chengming Hall were gifts from you, I think they’re both very nice,” Feng Xuan felt like he was coaxing a irritable large feline, having to constantly stroke its fur. He explained earnestly. “Besides, as long as I’m living together with you, I feel happy living anywhere.”
Alright, alright.
He really had to say such mushy things, didn’t he?
Qi Zhuoyu stared at him.
“Really?” After a while, he said, his tone slightly hesitant.
Feng Xuan nodded blankly.
Qi Zhuoyu stood up straight, then after a moment, bent down again to look at him, and asked very persistently, “Then between Yingxu Palace and Chengming Palace, which do you like better?”
…He really couldn’t stand this jealous straight man elementary school chicken!
It was from this day on that Feng Xuan suddenly rarely saw Qi Zhuoyu during the day.
After he put on the demon race’s clothing, he already looked very much like the big devil from before. Sometimes when Feng Xuan woke up in the middle of the night and saw him, even he would have some hallucinations.
It was as if those hundred years of separation never existed.
Now he disappeared during the day and appeared at night.
With a wandering soul-like wild cat’s sleeping schedule, it was exactly the same as before.
Feng Xuan didn’t know what he was up to again.
But when he came back at night, Feng Xuan deliberately got up to check his body. Only after confirming there were no wounds did he feel at ease letting Qi Zhuoyu run around freely.
After all, father had said before.
A harmonious and beautiful marriage means pretending not to know when you should pretend not to know.
One should have one’s own things to do, and also give the partner some private space.
Feng Xuan swore it definitely wasn’t because he was too lazy to care about so many things that he believed in this set of principles.
Qi Zhuoyu somehow didn’t mention returning to the Great Xin Dynasty.
Feng Xuan didn’t mind, after all, on his first day back in the demon realm, he had sent Li Chaofeng to the Great Xin Dynasty to attend court in place of Qi Zhuoyu. Anyway, he had been helping the big devil manage demon affairs for the past hundred years, so managing a bit more human affairs didn’t make much difference.
After all, he was of the divine race.
Compared to the mortal realm.
He definitely preferred the lifestyle of the demon realm and divine race.
Until one day he woke up startled in bed.
He thought, could it be that the big devil hadn’t mentioned returning to the mortal realm in order to make him happy?
Damn it.
Come to think of it, it really was quite like Qi Zhuoyu’s style.
Because in the past when he went out to cause trouble, he always liked to put Feng Xuan in a particularly safe and comfortable place.
Thus spring went and winter came, and he had already lived in the demon realm for a year.
On this night, he was awakened by the familiar rocking rhythm.
Feng Xuan was in a daze from sleep, feeling his whole body limp and powerless, unable to even turn over.
Opening his eyes, he indeed couldn’t turn over.
He was pinned under Qi Zhuoyu, almost unable to move.
This wasn’t the first time.
In the past, when the big devil woke him up at night, he at least used his hands to shake him awake.
Now, who knows why, after reincarnation he had become increasingly shameless, adopting another way of shaking.
When Feng Xuan opened his mouth, even his voice was hoarse. “…Why are you back? Hmm…”
Qi Zhuoyu pecked his lips. “The matter has been taken care of.”
Who knows what matters he had been dealing with outside these past few days.
Feng Xuan felt like his body was about to fall apart. He pushed Qi Zhuoyu. “Can you stop waking me up in the middle of every night…”
Qi Zhuoyu’s voice was very low when he spoke close to him, with a hint of indescribable desire. “That can be arranged?”
Feng Xuan: ?
The next second, he understood what “that can be arranged” meant.
Everything spun before his eyes as he was flipped into a different position.
Caught off guard, he suddenly found himself sitting in Qi Zhuoyu’s lap. He hadn’t even pulled out, and this wave of stimulation made Feng Xuan take a big gasp, almost unable to catch his breath.
Qi Zhuoyu pinched his waist, his phoenix eyes somewhat mischievous. “Then you move yourself.”
Feng Xuan: “…”
So he wanted to play this strange position that required effort from a salted fish like him, huh.
Moving was impossible.
He could only halfheartedly grind a little.
After slowly moving back and forth a few times.
Qi Zhuoyu indeed couldn’t sit still anymore. He pressed down on his waist and pulled him directly into his embrace. Feng Xuan’s lips parted slightly, the rest of his gasp swallowed by Qi Zhuoyu’s lips. Along with the fierce assault that was drowned out by the gauze curtains.
The demon realm had another heavy snowfall tonight.
It raged on for a full night, only barely subsiding as dawn approached.
Feng Xuan really didn’t know where Qi Zhuoyu got this sense of ceremony from, insisting on leaving his essence inside him.
After a night, despite not having eaten any snacks, he felt uncomfortably full.
This was the good thing about being of the divine race.
During dual cultivation, everything could be converted into pure spiritual energy. Anyway, the big devil had such abundant spiritual energy, it wasn’t too much for him to absorb a bit.
Yes, abundant spiritual energy.
At some point, Qi Zhuoyu seemed to be gradually recovering his cultivation.
Maybe it was because of the dual cultivation.
Or maybe it was because he had secretly gone out to work hard this past year.
In any case, when Feng Xuan now used his spiritual energy to probe Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit, he could no longer gauge its depth.
Feng Xuan felt a bit uneasy.
Actually, since last night, he had had a strange premonition.
The muffled thunder in the sky made Feng Xuan even more panicked.
Wasn’t it always snowing in the demon realm? When did it start thundering?
As soon as this question arose, Qi Zhuoyu slowly said, “Tonight, I will undergo the heavenly tribulation.”
…
…
Huh?
Feng Xuan was dumbfounded. He felt like he had missed ten chapters of the plot again.
Qi Zhuoyu seemed a bit unable to bear his blank look and said, “Is it so strange? Didn’t you say that if I wanted to recover my memories and return to my divine position, I would need to undergo nine rounds of lightning tribulation?”
Right. That’s correct.
He did say that.
But my friend.
It takes others thousands of years of cultivation to face the tribulation of becoming an immortal, how come you’re facing tribulation after just one year?
What kind of supreme cheat code is this? Don’t tell me you achieved this by working hard outside on your own this past year?
Feng Xuan was astounded and wanted to say something more.
Just then, he heard the rolling thunder overhead, the divine pressure growing stronger.
He had no time to say more, and took out a magical item from his small pouch. “Wear this jade pendant, it can protect you from one lightning strike.”
Qi Zhuoyu glanced at it and sneered. “How can I be compared to that trash?”
Feng Xuan: “.”
So arrogant and conceited, it seemed the familiar big devil had returned.
But Feng Xuan hesitated a bit, stammering, “It’s just that, big devil. I only told you that you were the only Demon Venerable in the Three Realms, right? But I don’t think I ever mentioned my identity?”
Qi Zhuoyu gave him a “aren’t you just a chicken spirit?” look.
Feng Xuan: …
Could it be that after all this time, Qi Zhuoyu thought he was playing out the script of an overbearing demon lord falling in love with a little chicken spirit?
Wake up, you trashy senior brother.
What kind of taste do you have? You’re an overbearing demon lord and you fell for a little chicken!
The thunder grew more frequent.
Feng Xuan looked up briefly, then quickly confessed. “Actually, I’m a god from the Ninth Heaven, the Crown Prince of the White Jade Capital.”
Qi Zhuoyu’s expression paused slightly, silent for a moment. “I don’t care what you are.”
“Oh.” Feng Xuan said, “But now it doesn’t seem to be a matter of whether you care or not, Senior brother. I think you should still take this jade pendant to block the tribulation lightning.”
Qi Zhuoyu disdained the magical item like a difficult cat, acting like a stubborn elementary school chicken. “I said don’t compare me to that trash. It’s just a mere tribulation. What’s there to fear?”
There was a sense of unparalleled arrogance and charm.
Feng Xuan got a bit anxious and persuaded. “Really? But actually, the nine rounds of tribulation lightning for cultivators ascending to immortality is indeed nothing for you.”
“But do you know who the god emperor in charge of mortal ascension and tribulation lightning is?”
Qi Zhuoyu looked at him.
Feng Xuan took a deep breath and said quietly, “It’s my father.”
Qi Zhuoyu looked at him for a bit longer.
Feng Xuan continued. “My father only has one son.”
He glanced at Feng Xuan, who had been thoroughly ravished.
Then looked at himself, clothes still a bit disheveled.
The dead silence in the room lasted a bit long.
Then Qi Zhuoyu was heard reaching out his hand, his smile fading, expression frozen as he said. “The jade pendant. Give it here.”
