Chapter 50

When Liu shuang heard Yan Chaosheng say that Chishui Chong wanted to kill him, she was stunned for a while.

On the day she left, her mother had clearly said that her father had agreed not to harm Yan Chaosheng. Seeing that his expression didn’t seem to be lying, Liu shuang also fell silent. She vaguely understood that while her existence could change many things, there were also many things she couldn’t change.

As the ruler of the realm, Chishui Chong would not tolerate demons, nor would he allow any hidden dangers in Kongsang.

But unlike Liu shuang, he didn’t know about the future. He wouldn’t realize that Yan Chaosheng wouldn’t die under his suppression.

Not dying, but forming a grudge—this was the worst outcome. Seeing Yan Chaosheng’s grim expression, he didn’t mention anything else, only brought up Mi Chu.

She had no choice but to follow his lead and ask, “How do you feel about Immortal Mi Chu after spending these past few days with her?”

The young man suddenly looked up at her, his gaze cold and scrutinizing. “What if I said Immortal Mi Chu is wonderful?”

Liu shuang glanced at him.

At least one thing hadn’t changed—in both her past and present life, his white moonlight, the one he loved, had always been Mi Chu.

No one knew better than her how Yan Chaosheng had fought against the heavens for years for Mi Chu, how he had searched the world for spiritual treasures for her.

He had loved Mi Chu to the point of madness.

Since his heart still held Mi Chu, it wasn’t a dead end.

After a moment of thought, Liu shuang said, “Since you two get along so well, if…”

Before she could finish, Yan Chaosheng let out a cold laugh and suddenly reached out to grab her neck.

His hand was icy cold.

Liu shuang hadn’t expected him to act so abruptly.

The chill from his hand on her neck sent a shiver through her, and she looked up at him in shock.

But what she saw was a pair of utterly emotionless eyes. The young man’s dark lashes lifted, revealing pitch-black pupils devoid of any warmth.

Even though he was the one committing the act, his expression seemed more restrained than hers.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” he said, word by word, pressing her.

“If I were to get along well with Mi Chu, would you be happy?”

Liu shuang coughed lightly under his grip.

His anger had come out of nowhere. She couldn’t help but think that perhaps Yan Chaosheng was afraid she would discover his feelings for Mi Chu and try to separate them.

She pressed her hands against him and quickly said, “I’m not against you two.”

His expression grew even colder, his eyes reddening. The hand that hadn’t been using much force suddenly tightened.

Liu shuang was forced back several steps.

Behind her was the door to the thirty-fifth floor, and Yan Chaosheng’s movement nearly pushed her against it.

Her fingers instinctively formed a seal, ready to counterattack, but when she looked up at him, she saw no killing intent in his eyes.

She lowered her hand.

“Are you angry about my father trying to kill you?” she asked.

But this reaction seemed a bit delayed—hadn’t they already moved on to the topic of Mi Chu?

He pursed his lips, staring at her in silence.

When he didn’t respond, Liu shuang took it as confirmation. She thought about how Kongsang had wronged him by trying to kill him. At this point, Yan Chaosheng was wholly devoted to his path, with no intention of rebellion or harming others.

Being treated this way by his sect would naturally leave anyone feeling resentful.

“I’m sorry, Yan Chaosheng,” she said, lowering her hands and letting him choke her.

After all, she was apologizing on behalf of Kongsang, and the one apologizing needed to show the proper attitude.

As an immortal, Yan Chaosheng couldn’t kill her like this—it would only hurt her.

But after a while, the hand didn’t tighten further. She blinked in confusion. His expression tense, he suddenly let go of her and pushed her away.

In the Demon Suppression Tower, the aura of the immortal guards was drawing closer. It seemed they had discovered Yan Chaosheng’s presence.

In this critical situation, Liu shuang didn’t have time to consider how Yan Chaosheng now viewed Kongsang. She asked, “Why did you come to the Demon Suppression Tower? There are restrictions here—demons can enter but not leave. If they find you, you’ll be locked up.”

“That’s none of your concern,” he said, turning to leave.

He headed in the opposite direction of the immortal guards, not bothering with Liu shuang behind him.

Liu shuang followed a few steps, still unsure of what to do, when a figure in white armor appeared beside her.

When she looked again, Yan Chaosheng was gone.

“Shuangshuang?”

“Uncle Wuchen.”

Wuchen’s brows relaxed.

“It really is you. Where have you been these past few days? None of the immortal clans could find you. There was an anomaly in the Demon Suppression Tower recently—a demon broke in. I was worried something had happened to you.”

“I’m fine,” Liu shuang said.

“Uncle, are you looking for the demon that broke into the tower?”

Wuchen nodded.

“Have you seen it?”

Liu shuang hesitated, then shook her head.

Wuchen said, “Since you’re fine, stay here and seal your senses. Don’t wander around. I have matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave.”

“Uncle Wuchen!”

Wuchen turned back.

“Once a demon enters the tower, can they never leave?”

Wuchen replied, “Of course.”

Liu shuang wasn’t sure how she felt.

Whatever reason Yan Chaosheng had for being here, he had saved her. After the guards had gone, she went to search for Yan Chaosheng. Suddenly, a voice filled with laughter sounded behind her: “Little immortal of the Chishui family, are you looking for him to harm him or to save him?”

Hearing this voice, Liu shuang pushed open the door behind her.

The Night Demon was still bound high in the air. His expression was innocent and obedient, and when she opened the door, he even smiled at her pleasantly. His gaze swept over her, and he smiled with a hint of deeper meaning.

It was a mix of regret, pity, and satisfaction.

“Senior, what vile scheme are you plotting now?”

“Are you angry with me?” The young man tilted his head, looking somewhat aggrieved.

“Senior, with your immense power, how could I dare be angry with you? But the fact that demons in the Demon Suppression Tower are colluding with each other—I’m afraid this secret can’t be kept much longer.”

The Night Demon chuckled softly.

He had thought she was a gentle little immortal, but it turned out she had a temper too. These ancient demons had been imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Tower for so many years, and the fact that they could communicate with each other was indeed a big secret.

It was understandable that she had figured it out.

However, now that His Highness had been born and grown up, who cared anymore? Even if the Demon Suppression Tower’s seals were reinforced, the demons still had hope.

After thousands of years, the pain of the black iron piercing their bodies should have ended long ago.

No demon enjoyed living in such confinement.

Seeing the young girl give him a cold look and turn to leave, the Night Demon lazily spoke up: “I remember now where the fifth spiritual vein is.”

Her footsteps paused.

A flash of malice crossed the Night Demon’s eyes.

“But I’m afraid you don’t have the ability to obtain it.”

Liu shuang didn’t believe that the Night Demon would truly tell her the location of the fifth spiritual vein. However, the Night Demon continued with a smile, “Have you heard of the ancient demon realm, the Endless Abyss? The fifth spiritual vein lies beneath the Weak Water in the Endless Abyss.”

Liu shuang’s fingers tightened.

The Endless Abyss—wasn’t that the demon realm where Yan Chaosheng had established his palace after becoming the Demon Lord?

She had lived among the demons for ten years and had seen the Weak Water.

The Weak Water gave birth to nothing. There was an ancient legend that during a great war, the Weak Water had flooded, bringing disaster to all living beings. Wherever it flowed, it consumed countless lives. Originally a heavenly river, it had been abandoned and eventually ended up in the demon realm.

Lord Su Lun had once joked, “An abandoned river and an abandoned clan—they’re a perfect match. Madam, you must be careful here. If you fall in, even the Demon Lord won’t be able to save you.”

And now the Night Demon was saying that the spiritual vein all immortals relied on was beneath the Weak Water.

“Believe it or not, it’s up to you,” the Night Demon said with a wild laugh.

“I enjoy watching you immortals hesitate, desire, and yet fear.”

He watched her like she was part of a spectacle.

“Little immortal, many have gone into the Weak Water, and none have returned.”

Liu shuang said, “Thank you for telling me, Senior.”

Without another glance at him, she went to search for Yan Chaosheng.

The Night Demon watched her retreating figure and let out a low, amused chuckle.

He said casually, “Mengji.”

A nervous, flustered female voice responded, “Yes, Lord Night Demon?”

The Night Demon said, “You said that Chishui Liushuang’s heart seems to have been shattered.”

“Yes,” the Dream Witch replied.

“On her first day here, I tried to bewitch her and discovered that her memories were strange. She seemed to have known His Highness long ago. And…”

“What else?”

“It’s as if all her love, hatred, and desires have dissipated. She wants to hold on, but she can’t retain the pain and emotions she once felt. Her heart has been forced shut, and now she can only focus on protecting what she has lost—protecting Kongsang and a place called Canglan.”

The Night Demon suddenly laughed softly.

“So that’s it… Canglan…”

No wonder, when he had planted the love poison in her, she hadn’t reacted like other immortals, filled with rage and hatred, seeking revenge against him. Instead, she had prioritized the bigger picture and gone to find Yan Chaosheng.

Because her heart had been shattered, she no longer remembered the pain, joy, or obsessions of the past. The little girl from the Chishui family, after wandering and experiencing who knows what, and having some connection to their Highness, hadn’t even been able to keep her heart intact.

“What kind of pain could cause a spiritual heart to shatter? Since that’s the case, let her feel it all again.”

Mengji asked, “Why is Lord Night Demon going to such lengths for a little immortal?”

“I’m not helping her,” the Night Demon said with a smirk.

The ancient Xiangliu bloodline, in such a situation, had shown restraint and not harmed her.

This proved that His Highness’s heart, in her presence, was soft to the point of vulnerability.

Only when Chishui Liushuang regained her love and hatred, becoming a sharp blade piercing the young Emperor’s heart, would he feel unbearable pain and awaken to his cruel destiny.

The demon clan needed a cold-blooded ruler, not a great serpent who would lower its head for a woman.

The Feather Realm had already collapsed.

It hadn’t been sustained by much spiritual power to begin with, and now that the little demon bird had hatched, it had barely held on for a few days before completely disintegrating.

Yan Chaosheng no longer had a place to hide. He tried to break out of the Demon Suppression Tower but was forced back by layer after layer of restrictions, his flesh burning with pain.

Throughout the tower, Immortal guards were searching for him.

Liu shuang was safe, but he was now in a desperate situation.

When he had first entered the Demon Suppression Tower, he had seen the demons locked inside, covered in wounds.

His eyes turned cold. He knew that if he were caught, he would end up the same way.

The little demon bird perched on his shoulder, chirping worriedly.

Yan Chaosheng said, “I know. I’m fine.”

He clutched his chest. Having endured the love poison, his spiritual energy had greatly diminished. Just now, when he tried to break out of the tower, he had been met with a backlash.

Originally, the most resilient part of a demon was the heart, protected by scales. But he had long since lost his protective scales, and now the most vulnerable part of him was his chest.

He let go of his hand and saw blood seeping through his fingers.

The little demon bird chirped twice.

Yan Chaosheng said, “Be quiet. I won’t go back to her. Going to Kongsang in the first place was a mistake. Not killing her is already my mercy.”

The little demon bird drooped its head in disappointment. It didn’t understand why its master had become so harsh again. In the Feather Realm, hadn’t everything been fine? It had seen how, before they left, its master had been staring at the fairy.

Though his face had been expressionless, the little bird could feel that he had been happy then.

But as soon as they left, and the immortal mentioned pushing him toward Mi Chu, its master had become gloomy and cold.

He would rather try to break out of the tower on his own than ask the little immortal for help.

The little immortal had a good temper. When its master had choked her, she had just blinked her watery eyes and let him do it. She hadn’t even reported him to the immortal guards. If they went back, she would definitely help them. Maybe she had a way to help its master and itself escape the Demon Suppression Tower.

Little Qingluan was miserable. Its master had gone mad. It was probably the first ancient demon bird in the world to hatch inside the Demon Suppression Tower.

Born only to be imprisoned, possibly forever. It would spend its entire life in this tower.

As the pursuers drew closer, a woman’s voice said, “Come to me. I’ll help you hide, alright?”

Yan Chaosheng turned and saw a beautiful, gentle face.

The woman’s eyes were soft, her shoulders pierced by chains. Yet her gaze as she looked at him was full of tenderness.

Liu shuang couldn’t find Yan Chaosheng.

Such a large demon had seemingly vanished into thin air within the tower. She searched from the first floor to the thirty-fifth, but there was no sign of Yan Chaosheng.

She searched for several days before finally giving up.

She had learned the location of the fifth spiritual vein, so in theory, her mission was complete, and she could leave the Demon Suppression Tower.

The Night Demon sighed with a smile. “Why haven’t you left yet? Are you thinking about that little demon?”

Liu shuang asked, “Do you know where he went?”

The Night Demon pointed out leisurely, “Little Immortal, since we’ve known each other for a while, I’ll give you some advice. If you don’t truly care for him, don’t provoke him. He may seem fragile now, always showing you mercy, but if you push him too far one day, he’ll make you cry. We demons love to feast on immortals.”

With that, he laughed maniacally.

Liu shuang waited quietly for him to finish.

“So, where is he?”

The Night Demon, with his innocent young face, said honestly, “The thirty-second floor.”

Liu shuang was half-doubting, half-believing. She had passed by the thirty-second floor several times but had never seen Yan Chaosheng. This time, she went down again, returning to the place where countless great demons were imprisoned.

The scene was still one of shocking chaos, but Qingluan hopped out. It couldn’t fly yet and could only tug at her skirt, dragging her inside.

Liu shuang picked up the little creature and, after recognizing it, exclaimed in delight, “Qingluan?”

Qingluan tilted its head at her.

“Chirp chirp!”

It gestured for her to follow.

Liu shuang hesitated for a moment before heading to the thirty-second floor. In the dim light, countless vines sprawled across the ground, and black iron pierced through the bodies of the demons. A beautiful woman lay on a bed of vines, and the black-robed young man was resting in her arms, his eyes closed.

The woman saw Liu shuang and raised an eyebrow. “You’ve returned.”

Liushuang remembered seeing this woman on her first day in the tower. She looked at Yan Chaosheng.

“What’s wrong with him?”

The woman’s eyes flickered, and after a moment of sensing, she covered her mouth and laughed.

“How amusing. You really thought his beloved was that Immortal Mi Chu? And you’re wondering why he’s being so intimate with you instead of caring for Mi Chu?”

The demoness gently stroked Yan Chaosheng’s hair, her voice filled with pity.

“It’s a good thing he’s not awake, or he’d be so disappointed. Little girl, you hurt people’s feelings without realizing it. Sometimes a man’s silent anger is just him not wanting to appear vulnerable in front of you. If I give him back to you, will you take him? Do you want to know who he truly loves?”