Thriving after the Moon Falls (I Can’t Possibly Take Pity On A Demon) - Chapter 39
Chapter 39
The young demon lord… truly unpredictable, his thoughts hard to fathom.
Just in the span of a single conversation, she had only glanced at the brocade pouch a few more times, yet Yan Chaosheng’s expression changed several times, increasingly grim, until finally, he coldly threw the pouch at her.
To be blunt, the last time she encountered such a situation was in her past life in the demon world, with a great demon who had practiced to the point of madness.
Liu Shuang thought to herself that if their future ally had such a temperament, he would certainly be a dangerous existence.
Who knows when he might become uncontrollable?
She considered carefully; it seemed she had to prepare thoroughly.
On one hand, she had to drive Yan Chaosheng away as quickly as possible, to let him take Mi Chu with him.
On the other hand, she needed to focus on cultivating, so that she would have the power to deal with everything in the future.
In the Eight Wilderness, there are no eternal allies or enemies.
Just as she had noticed in Taichuan City, although Yan Chaosheng harbored murderous intent towards her, he could still be persuaded to help for the safety of two immortal realms.
Yan Chaosheng was the same.
With his current unpredictable nature, even if he obtained Mi Chu, one day if his mind went awry, he might want to attack Kongsang.
If that day came and she was strong enough, Kongsang would have a chance of survival.
Having thought this through, Liu Shuang returned the brocade pouch to him, no longer concerned about Yan Chaosheng’s earlier odd behavior.
She said, “Qingluan entrusted this to you, you should keep it well.”
Yan Chaosheng sneered, “Give it to me? Are you not afraid I might actually eat it?”
Of course, she was worried.
However, Yan Chaosheng was the future demon lord, the master of the Eight Wilderness, while Qingluan was a demon. As long as she followed him, there was still a chance to be awakened and survive.
But if she followed herself, she had no idea how Yan Chaosheng would save it, and Qingluan would likely be doomed.
Moreover, if Yan Chaosheng lost his mind and killed even his future mount, then everyone’s fate would be in chaos, the Eight Wilderness would descend into disorder.
At that point, it wouldn’t just be Qingluan, everyone might be doomed.
Having reached this conclusion, Liu Shuang felt much lighter and said, “I believe you.”
He pursed his lips, turned his gaze away, and his voice was cold: “I need to cultivate.”
Upon hearing this, Liu Shuang instantly became alert.
The future demon lord was working so hard; if he could turn the world upside down later, how could she afford to fall too far behind?
She immediately found a place to cultivate.
Once she entered a state of cultivation, time passed incredibly quickly.
As she traversed with the immortal sword, Bai Zhuixu, seeing Liu Shuang’s current appearance, felt extremely pleased.
In the past, when the realm lord personally taught the young miss cultivation, the young miss was always unwilling to learn, and Bai Zhuixu often played the role of urging her on.
Now, he didn’t say anything, yet the young miss was self-motivated.
In contrast to Bai Zhuixu’s relief, Bai Yuxiao felt very frustrated.
He initially thought that Liu Shuang was just pretending to impress his older brother, hoping that after his brother returned to Kongsang, he would praise her in front of the realm lord—after all, when Chishui Liu Shuang was a child, she often did this, practicing for a while only to end up lonely, always hoping for approval.
Bai Yuxiao, bored and finding no one to talk to, noticed that he would usually talk to Chishui Liushuang at times like this.
However, when he whispered in her ear, she showed no response at all.
The girl’s expression was calm, and upon closer inspection, it was still the same face as before.
However, in the past, there was always a hint of foolishness in her demeanor.
Now, it was as if she had matured—silent and distant, her closed eyes exuded a cold, unapproachable air.
Several days passed, and Liu Shuang was deeply immersed in her sea of consciousness, her whole body emitting a faint layer of white immortal mist.
Immortal mist!
That was the immortal mist that only appeared when someone reached the ultimate stage of focus, indicating a rapid improvement in cultivation.
Bai Yuxiao was stunned—was she serious?
As the mist dissipated, Liu Shuang woke up, her spirit full of energy.
She opened her eyes and saw Bai Yuxiao’s unreadable expression.
“What’s wrong?” she tilted her head, puzzled.
“Why do you look like that?”
Bai Yuxiao’s expression was complex as he murmured, “Are you really Chishui Liushuang?”
If it were before, Liu Shuang wouldn’t have been.
But now, with memories intact, her body and soul completely aligned, she truly was Chishui Liushuang.
Bai Yuxiao probably realized the foolishness of his own question.
He became sullen and didn’t speak further.
His mood was complicated and low.
His older brother was steady and mature, always shouldering the responsibilities for the entire Bai family.
But when it came to Kongsang, what they really needed was the little fool, Chishui Liushuang.
Bai Yuxiao often bullied her, yet he wouldn’t allow anyone else to do so.
He didn’t have the righteous air and immortal demeanor expected of a member of the immortal clan.
Others might criticize his recklessness, but Liu Shuang never minded these things.
In her eyes, he was always the bright star she admired.
She didn’t feel that he was bad for bullying her, but she didn’t feel that he was useless either.
Now, he suddenly realized that the little fool who had always followed him since childhood seemed to no longer need him.
It was as though, in the future, she would have her own vast world, independent of him.
The ancient bloodline, he had always known, her bloodline was far nobler than his.
If she ever awakened, her cultivation speed would surpass anything they could achieve.
This sense of loss came suddenly, leaving Bai Yuxiao frustrated, and for the next few days, he lay on his arm, feeling dejected.
The only consolation Bai Yuxiao had left was that once they returned to Kongsang, he could see Mi Chu.
Since Liu Shuang had caused such a scene in Kunlun and broke off the engagement, he hadn’t seen Mi Chu for a long time.
Thinking of it this way, he couldn’t bear to disappoint Mi Chu after finally coming out, so Bai Yuxiao turned into a streak of light and descended toward the mortal realm.
“Yuxiao!” Bai Zhuixu didn’t even have time to stop him.
Luckily, not long after, Bai Yuxiao returned, holding a full set of shadow puppets, a smile tugging at his lips.
Liu Shuang had just finished her breathing exercises when she saw him fiddling with the shadow puppets.
She had seen these as a child in the mortal realm, and now seeing them again, she couldn’t help but take a few more glances.
Bai Yuxiao smirked provocatively, “It’s not for you; it’s a gift for Mi Chu.”
Liu Shuang replied, “Oh.”
Mi Chu, after all, was never yours. If not Feng Fuming’s, then it’s Yan Chaosheng’s—no matter what you send, it won’t matter.
Seeing that his provocation failed, Bai Yuxiao snorted and stopped.
His sudden action of seeking a gift made Liu Shuang realize that they were getting close to Kongsang.
When she had been reborn in Kongsang before, her heart was filled with anxiety, fearing that she would be exposed as a fake.
Her mind had been heavy, only focused on surviving.
This time, however, her feelings were entirely different, as if… she were returning home, where her father and mother were waiting for her.
A deep sense of anticipation bloomed in her heart.
Liu Shuang continued to make use of every moment to cultivate.
If she felt she was not strong enough, she would secretly glance at Yan Chaosheng and think: Do you see this? This is the future-renowned battle maniac of the Eight Wilderness. If things go wrong later, he might become your greatest enemy. If you can’t defeat him, you won’t survive. When facing an enemy, Yan Chaosheng never leaves anyone alive.
With this thought in mind, Liu Shuang felt an intense surge of energy, as if she had been injected with adrenaline, and she couldn’t wait to cultivate for several days and nights!
Again and again, Liu Shuang felt a renewed drive, completely immersed in her cultivation.
After a while, Yan Chaosheng could no longer pretend to be unaffected.
Unable to endure, he opened his eyes and caught her gaze.
Liu Shuang had simulated him as her greatest rival countless times in her mind, but when her eyes met his dark ones, she froze.
She straightened her face, hurriedly forcing a fake, overly friendly smile.
Yan Chaosheng seemed to notice or not; seeing her smile, the corners of his eyes and brows seemed to show something he couldn’t suppress.
It spread faintly, but he forcefully reined it in, pressing his lips tightly together and giving Liu Shuang a warning look.
The youth’s sharp brows and eagle-like eyes were filled with such a fierce gaze that Liu Shuang almost thought he had realized that she was mentally scheming on how to beat him.
She sighed and finally stopped looking at him.
Their journey to Kunlun had been filled with mishaps, but the return was smooth.
In half a month, they had arrived at Kongsang.
Upon seeing the familiar immortal gates, Liu Shuang felt a sense of deja vu, realizing that it was the original owner’s memories that were resurfacing.
The young disciples guarding the first level of the immortal realm’s gate hurried forward to open the doors, respectfully bowing: “Young Master Bai, Second Young Master, and this is…?”
Bai Zhuixu said, “This is the Young Miss of Chishui.”
The outer disciples wore fawning smiles on their faces, repeatedly bowing in greeting, not daring to look too much at the Young Miss.
The group entered Kongsang Immortal Realm without even using their jade tokens.
A few immortal cranes soared high, and the spiritual energy within the realm stretched endlessly.
Yan Chaosheng’s face remained expressionless, a trace of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.
Liu Shuang thought back to when the original owner first met Yan Chaosheng.
All the disciples guarding the gates, upon hearing she was the Young Miss, hesitated and didn’t dare to stop her.
Only Yan Chaosheng stepped forward, swinging a stick and beating her out.
But in the end, his result wasn’t good—his skin was torn, his cultivation that he had worked so hard for had yet to recover.
The Eight Wilderneds had a tendency to elevate some while trampling others, not just in the mortal realm, but in other immortal realms as well.
In Liu Shuang’s memory, there was only one place where everyone was treated equally—the Canglan lake.
After passing through the second and third layers of barriers, Liu Shuang finally saw familiar figures.
In front of the immortal pond, the immortal maids were neatly arranged, and a beautiful woman in dark robes stood smiling, waiting for her.
“Mother!”
Madam Zi’s eyes gleamed with joy as she lovingly stroked Liu Shuang’s cheek.
“I received the message from Zhuixu and came early. Was your journey smooth? Did Kunlun trouble you?”
“It was fine, everything went smoothly, and Kunlun didn’t trouble me.”
Madam Zi said, “That’s good. My child’s appearance has changed. Your father is in a meeting right now. Come, let’s go back with your mother.”
“Liu Shuang, congratulations.”
Someone smiled gently, their voice soft and pleasant.
Liu Shuang paused and turned her head to see the gentle Mi Chu standing quietly to the side.
She had her hair styled simply, her brows and eyes graceful and elegant, making it easy for anyone to feel fond of her.
At this moment, she was smiling at Liu Shuang.
Liu Shuang’s heart went cold, and the happiness she had felt seeing Madam Zi also dissipated.
Madam Zi patted Liu Shuang’s hand and lightly scolded, “What’s wrong? Don’t you feel happy to see Mi Chu? This child knew you were returning early this morning and stayed here to wait with me, even helping me relax. She’s much more considerate than you.”
Upon hearing this, Mi Chu smiled faintly, “Madam, you flatter me. I’m nothing compared to the Young Miss.”
She turned her gaze to Liu Shuang, her eyes sincere.
“Liu Shuang, I’ve been so worried about you these days. I’m glad you’re back safe.”
Liu Shuang sneered inwardly as she glanced around and noticed everyone’s varying expressions.
Bai Zhuixu remained as gentle as ever, Bai Yuxiao wore a silly smile, and Yan Chaosheng was still staring at Mi Chu, his expression neutral, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Liu Shuang thought to herself, as expected, the white moonlight—has he fallen for her at first sight?
Mi Chu had won everyone’s favor.
The original owner had been weak, and Liu Shuang could tell that from the failed attempt to report back when she first came into this life.
Liu Shuang, having learned from the past, knew that before revealing Mi Chu’s true face, she couldn’t confront her head-on.
So when Mi Chu extended her hand and lovingly linked arms with her, Liu Shuang simply avoided it without a word.
Liu Shuang said, “I’m fine, thank you, Mi Chu. I’ve made you worry.”
Mi Chu smiled and shook her head.
If we go into the details, Mi Chu had truly been worried.
Everyone said the Huanyan bead was irreversible.
When Liu Shuang had swallowed the bead, it had offended the Kunlun Young Master, and yet she was still able to use the Shennong’s Cauldron to retrieve it.
A group of immortals walked cheerfully toward the inner realm, and no one noticed when Yan Chaosheng had silently disappeared.
Bai Zhuixu, along with Bai Yuxiao, went off to report, while Madam Zi stayed behind to talk with the two young immortals for a while before returning to her chambers.
Only Liu Shuang and Mi Chu remained.
Mi Chu asked, “Has the Huanyan Bead been removed? Are you feeling unwell?”
Liu Shuang glanced at her and shook her head.
Mi Chu genuinely smiled, “That’s good. Your wish has been fulfilled. You’ve broken off the engagement with the Kunlun Young Master and didn’t even have to ruin your appearance.”
Liu Shuang rested her chin in her hand and looked at her, saying, “Yes, it was thanks to your suggestion, Mi Chu. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have thought of swallowing the Huanyan Bead.”
Mi Chu looked up, “Is Liushuang blaming me? I didn’t know what the Huanyan Bead was at the time.”
There was a touch of sadness in her eyes.
“Had I known, I would have stopped you from swallowing it.”
If Liu Shuang hadn’t seen the original owner’s memories and didn’t understand Mi Chu enough, perhaps she would have believed her.
But now, her mind was clear, and she calmly watched Mi Chu put on an act.
Mi Chu waited for a while but didn’t hear Liushuang comfort her, feeling a little surprised.
In the past, this little Young Miss would have rushed to comfort her whenever she saw Mi Chu upset, even offering to gather all sorts of rare treasures to appease her and apologizing in a flustered manner.
But today, Mi Chu looked up and saw Liushuang resting her chin in her hand, casually sipping some immortal dew, her bright, smiling eyes watching her. It seemed as though Liu Shuang didn’t care whether Mi Chu was upset.
The sight of Liu Shuang’s mesmerizing beauty, whether intentionally or not, was enough to make Mi Chu feel a cold chill in her heart.
Mi Chu looked at Liu Shuang, and Liu Shuang finally said, “I’m not blaming you,” but she didn’t offer any flustered comfort.
Mi Chu couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something seemed to have changed.
Liu Shuang put down the immortal dew.
“I’m tired today, Mi Chu. Please rest first. We can catch up another day, alright?”
Mi Chu’s carefully crafted sadness still lingered in her eyes, barely held back.
She immediately nodded thoughtfully and left, intending to ask Bai Yuxiao about the situation in Kunlun.
As she reached the door, a sweet, youthful voice suddenly came from behind.
“By the way, I forgot to ask something. Immortal Mi Chu, you’re so gentle and beautiful. I wonder what kind of husband you would want in the future?”
Mi Chu paused in her steps and turned to look at Liu Shuang.
Liu Shuang smiled.
“I wonder if a world’s ruler would be to your liking, Immortal Mi Chu?”
Mi Chu’s eyes widened slightly, filled with surprise.
Her fingers in her sleeves clenched tightly, and she furrowed her brow, speaking calmly, “I don’t think about marrying. I just want to spend more time with the Realm lord and Madam, to repay their kindness, and with my father. Guarding the spiritual veins is not easy. I just want to wait for him to return and enjoy the peace of family.”
“I see,” Liu Shuang said.
“I understand now.”
Mi Chu glanced at her before leaving.
Liu Shuang didn’t believe her.
With Mi Chu’s status, not of the ancient immortal lineage, yet she could marry Feng Fuming.
If it wasn’t something she herself had planned, then it must be because Feng Fuming loved her so deeply, he would go to any lengths for her.
But from their brief encounter in the past life, Liu Shuang could tell that Feng Fuming was a charming man, not someone who would be devoted to family and children.
It had to be Mi Chu’s own choice.
Now, Liu Shuang’s plan officially began.
