Thriving after the Moon Falls (I Can’t Possibly Take Pity On A Demon) - Chapter 46
Chapter 46
Yan Chaosheng withdrew his hand, and Mi Chu was momentarily stunned, pursing her lips without saying a word.
Though her expression remained calm, a wave of irritation surged within her. She had to admit that a few days ago at the Spiritual Testing Platform, this disciple had performed exceptionally well, and for a fleeting moment, Mi Chu had considered befriending him.
That day, everyone had received rewards, but Mi Chu had seen from a distance that this disciple knelt in the middle of the crowd, unnoticed by anyone.
She knew that if she extended her kindness now, it would be like offering charcoal in snowy weather. After much hesitation, upon noticing his demon bloodline, she ultimately decided not to approach, choosing instead to watch from afar. Taking in a disciple with demon bloodline would be a source of great embarrassment, and she lacked the courage to face the inevitable gossip.
It wasn’t until much later, after he had knelt for a long time and finally left, that Mi Chu watched his retreating figure with a pang of regret.
Winning someone’s loyalty was simple. If she couldn’t accept his demon bloodline, she could have had an elder from her clan who held no real power take him in as a disciple. That way, he would still serve the Lou family. But alas, she realized this too late—he had already left.
Today, Chishui Liushuang came to discuss with her in advance, suggesting that this disciple be entrusted to her. Mi Chu was momentarily taken aback but felt a faint sense of joy and agreed to Liu Shuang’s proposal.
Now, looking at Yan Chaosheng up close, she realized that while she had only glimpsed him from afar at the Spiritual Testing Platform, she had known he was extraordinary. Today, seeing him up close, the young man’s cold, stern features, tinged with the unique gloom of the demon clan, made him even more strikingly handsome. Even Mi Chu, who was accustomed to seeing handsome men, had to admit that he was exceptionally good-looking.
He surpassed even the two young masters of the Bai family and the famous crown prince of the Feng family, who was renowned across the Eight Wilderness.
Liu Shuang placed their hands together, and Mi Chu was surprised to feel the coldness of the young man’s touch, like a block of icy cold black ice.
Since Liu Shuang had already sought her opinion beforehand, Mi Chu didn’t feel offended.
Although Yan Chaosheng’s bloodline was lowly, he was undeniably handsome.
Mi Chu even couldn’t help but think that someone of her noble immortal lineage, willing to take him in and extend kindness, would surely make him feel both flattered and bashful.
The junior disciples who swept her courtyard often reacted this way when she gifted them immortal medicines.
But she never expected the young man to coldly withdraw his hand, showing none of the nervousness or joy she had anticipated. He didn’t even glance at her.
With many immortal disciples around, Mi Chu felt somewhat embarrassed.
She was inwardly annoyed but couldn’t show it, which made her feel stifled. She began to blame Liu Shuang for pushing this person onto her, causing her to lose face.
Ever since Liu Shuang returned from Kunlun, she had become inscrutable. Whenever Mi Chu visited, Liu Shuang often refused to see her and no longer obeyed her every word. Mi Chu resented Liu Shuang but couldn’t say it outright.
Fortunately, Bai Yuxiao couldn’t stand to see her wronged and immediately spoke up.
“Chishui Liushuang, what’s going on? Sending this demon to Mi Chu’s palace! His stepping into that place would only defile Mi Chu’s territory.”
Yan Chaosheng listened expressionlessly.
If he had been like a willow swaying in the spring breeze when he arrived, he now resembled a cold, icy block.
Even when Bai Yuxiao insulted him, saying he would defile Mi Chu’s palace, he showed no reaction, remaining unexpectedly silent.
Many young immortals around looked at Yan Chaosheng with mixed expressions.
Liu Shuang said, “I’ve already informed Immortal Mi Chu. Moreover, those who enter our immortal realm are all disciples of the realm. There are no demons here. Second Young Master, mind your words!”
Bai Yuxiao glared at her, unsure whether he was angry that Mi Chu’s territory was being defiled or that Liu Shuang, as an ancient immortal, was publicly defending Yan Chaosheng!
Yan Chaosheng coldly lowered his gaze, showing neither sorrow nor joy.
Liu Shuang feared that Bai Yuxiao would provoke Yan Chaosheng further. Having barely escaped with his life once, couldn’t he cherish it more? If Yan Chaosheng were truly driven to madness, no one would be spared.
She felt a headache coming on and secretly transmitted a message to Bai Yuxiao: “Second Young Master, behave yourself. This is Father’s decision. If you’re dissatisfied, take it up with him. Also, stop provoking Yan Chaosheng. If you continue, it will only show that you’re narrow-minded, seeking revenge after losing the competition.”
Bai Yuxiao, unable to tolerate provocation, angrily replied via transmission: “Are you saying I’m seeking revenge?”
“Yes, if you keep provoking him, it’s revenge!”
Bai Yuxiao said, “I will never seek him out!” After saying this, he belatedly realized it was Liu Shuang’s reverse psychology and gritted his teeth, “Chishui Liushuang, you…”
Liu Shuang comforted him, “Alright, don’t be angry. I’m doing this for your own good. Focus on your cultivation. I’ve entrusted Kongsang to you. When I return, we’ll spar. You can’t lose.”
Bai Yuxiao wanted to say more, but seeing her trusting gaze and hearing her say, “I’ve entrusted Kongsang to you,” he inexplicably fell silent.
Since childhood, everyone had trusted his elder brother, and no one had ever placed their trust in him.
Liu Shuang was the first.
Bai Yuxiao remained silent for a long while before saying, “You still won’t beat me when you return.”
Liu Shuang somewhat understood Bai Yuxiao. In a way, the original host and Bai Yuxiao were alike—both had never been expected much from. Thus, even though he seemed prickly, she could still treat him with kindness, much like how she would have treated her past self.
After telling Bai Yuxiao not to provoke Yan Chaosheng, she turned to Mi Chu.
“Immortal Mi Chu, you saw Yan Chaosheng’s performance at the Spiritual Testing Platform. He was the champion. He can protect you.”
Mi Chu said dejectedly, “Liu Shuang, since you returned from Kunlun, you’ve grown distant from me. You’re my friend, so I naturally agree to your requests and won’t mistreat him.”
Liu Shuang nodded.
Liu Shuang didn’t believe in the friendship Mi Chu displayed towards her. She also didn’t know that in the future, Mi Chu would desperately leave Feng Fuming and go to great lengths to return to Yan Chaosheng’s side, unsure of how much of it was genuine.
But since they were starting over, those who were meant to be attracted to each other would eventually be drawn together, and those destined to fall in love would do so.
After addressing everyone, only the cold-faced Yan Chaosheng remained.
Liu Shuang hesitated before finally saying, “…Get along well with Immortal Mi Chu.”
His gaze was icy as he replied, “Of course. Since it’s your wish, how could I disappoint you?”
Liu Shuang felt something was off, but with time pressing, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Someone urged her to depart for the Demon Suppressing Tower.
Although many had come to see her off, she was still a convicted criminal and had to leave reluctantly, looking back every few steps as she followed several immortal officials.
“Liu Shuang bids farewell to everyone.”
Yan Chaosheng didn’t even glance at her.
After everyone had left, Mi Chu turned and said, “Yan Chaosheng, follow me.”
Her expression was calm, with a slight smile on her lips.
Mi Chu was known for her amiable nature in the immortal realm, and it seemed she hadn’t taken Yan Chaosheng’s earlier action to heart.
Yan Chaosheng looked at her smile, feeling cold inside. For the first time, he realized that his demonic nature wasn’t as unrestrained as he had thought. At least, facing this gentle and kind fairy, the cold anger in his heart didn’t diminish in the slightest.
Chi Shui Liu Shuang!
She had left so easily. Even though he was furious enough to want to strangle her, he no longer had the chance.
Seeing him hesitate, Mi Chu glanced back, “Do you have any concerns?”
After a moment of silence, Yan Chaosheng followed Mi Chu.
He thought resentfully, since Chishui Liushuang had arranged this path for him, wouldn’t it be a disservice to her if he didn’t accept this “kindness”!
As he followed Mi Chu back to her palace, he kept hoping someone would catch up and say that Liu Shuang had changed her mind, telling him to return to the bamboo forest outside the mirror. Although she had been stripped of her status as the young master, as long as she bore the Chishui name, she had the right to act recklessly.
But no one came. Even when he reached Mi Chu’s residence, the message he hoped for never arrived.
Yan Chaosheng, who had remained calm throughout the journey, slowed his steps, gradually feeling that something was amiss.
If Liu Shuang truly cared for him, why would she push him towards a beautiful immortal? His mind, always sensitive and suspicious, had previously thought that Chishui Liushuang was unrestrained, like other female demons, and had some interest in him.
But after so long, her actions had never crossed the line. Even just now, her expression showed she didn’t understand why he was angry.
Could it be… A part of his heart sank.
No, it couldn’t be. If she truly had no feelings for him, how could she explain all the things she had done for him before? Wasn’t her punishment to the Demon Suppressing Tower all for his sake?
Once the seed of doubt was planted, he replayed every moment of their interactions in his mind. His heart grew heavier, and he finally realized what was missing.
Her eyes, when they looked at him, seemed devoid of affection.
When Mi Chu noticed the scent of blood, she turned in surprise to see Yan Chaosheng, dressed in deep blue disciple robes, following behind her, his clenched fist bleeding.
“What’s wrong?”
He looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers, and smiled lightly, “It’s nothing.”
Mi Chu felt an inexplicable chill.
Liu Shuang changed into the attire of a Demon Suppressing Tower guard and entered the tower alone, focusing on her father’s words: “The Night Demon Luo is on the top floor, the 35th level. Each floor of the Demon Suppressing Tower is extremely dangerous. Although most demons are sealed, a few powerful ones can still use their spell. Some are especially skilled at bewitching minds. As you ascend, the demons imprisoned on higher floors grow stronger. Don’t listen, don’t look, and don’t touch!”
She solemnly made her way up.
At the entrance of each floor stood several immortal warriors.
These warriors came from different immortal realms, as the Demon Suppressing Tower was the responsibility of all. As Liu Shuang passed, their expressions were cold and indifferent. On the first floor, someone glanced at her, but by the seventh or eighth floor, the warriors merely held their weapons, half-asleep, as if her presence was irrelevant.
The entire tower was eerily quiet, as if devoid of life.
Liu Shuang adhered to her father’s warning, avoiding looking at the chains inside and focusing solely on climbing the dimly lit stairs.
On the tenth floor, a sinister laugh suddenly echoed, chilling the air: “This wretched place has a new immortal disciple!”
The voice seemed to awaken everyone.
Various sharp, piercing sounds and laughter erupted in succession.
“Look, it’s a little immortal!”
“In my ten thousand years of life, I’ve never seen such a beautiful immortal. I wonder how she tastes.”
Liu Shuang ignored them, pretending not to hear, and continued upward.
As she ascended, the vulgar insults grew more frequent. On the twentieth floor, a fox demon sang a lewd song, eliciting roars of laughter from the other demons.
On the twenty-sixth floor, Liu Shuang encountered a familiar face from her memories.
“Uncle Wu Chen.”
This was one of the original host’s uncles.
When the Demon Suppressing Tower needed guards, this uncle, having lost his beloved, had volunteered in despair.
Now, over two hundred years had passed.
A man in black armor sat motionless outside the twenty-sixth floor’s gate, holding a sword.
Wu Chen slowly raised his head, his dark eyes gradually focusing.
Hesitantly, he said, “Shuang Shuang?”
“It’s me!” Liu Shuang said joyfully.
“Uncle Wu Chen, what happened to you?”
Wu Chen had once been a renowned handsome immortal, but now he looked disheveled and numb, his entire being exuding a cold indifference.
Wu Chen examined her and smiled bitterly, “In the blink of an eye, you’ve grown up. Shuang Shuang, why are you here?”
Liu Shuang briefly explained.
“All guards in the Demon Suppressing Tower choose to seal their senses and consciousness. The demons here are still powerful, and some are skilled at bewitching minds. Only by sealing our senses can we remain focused on guarding this place.”
No wonder the immortal disciples Liu Shuang had encountered were so cold.
The lower floors were less dangerous, so the guards didn’t need to seal all their senses.
“You’re going to the thirty-fifth floor?” Wu Chen frowned.
“Yes, Uncle Wu Chen, you’ve been here for two hundred years. Do you know anything about Night Demon Luo?”
Wu Chen’s expression turned grave, “Shuang Shuang, don’t go any further. Stay here with me, seal your senses, and fifty years will pass quickly. Night Demon Luo, who followed the Demon Emperor since ancient times, is a complete madman. Though he’s lost his powers, he’s more dangerous than anyone. In my two hundred years here, Night Demon Luo has been in and out of sleep, but when he’s awake, not a single demon in the tower dares to make a sound.”
Despite losing his demonic powers, his sheer intimidation was enough to show how dangerous Night Demon Luo was.
In the past, Liu Shuang would have listened to her uncle and stayed, but the fifth spiritual vein’s location was known only to Night Demon Luo, the sole survivor of the ancient war. She had no choice but to go.
“Uncle, don’t worry. If something seems off, I’ll seal my senses immediately.”
She had absorbed the power of a divine artifact and could protect herself.
Seeing her determination, Wu Chen sighed, “I’ll take you up.”
As they reached the thirty-fourth floor, Liu Shuang heard someone inside say, “Do you want to know how the Canglan lake mysteriously came into existence?”
Liu Shuang was stunned.
The current Canglan had not yet fully formed.
She turned and saw a horrifying scene.
Millennium black iron chains pierced through a demon’s collarbone. Her deformed tail had been severed, but her face wore a strange smile as she gazed at Liu Shuang.
The beautiful woman, with her crimson lips, spoke in a melodious voice, “Little immortal, you’re afraid of Kongsang following Canglan’s fate, aren’t you? Come closer, and I’ll tell you Canglan’s secret.”
Her clothes were tattered, but her smile was gentle and kind.
A pair of hands covered Liu Shuang’s ears. Wu Chen said sternly, “She can read minds. Don’t listen, don’t believe.”
Liu Shuang nodded, “I understand. Thank you, Uncle.”
The woman chuckled, “What I say is true, and I know the past and present. If you’re curious, you can come to me anytime.”
Liu Shuang didn’t look back and continued upward.
Upon reaching the thirty-fifth floor, Wu Chen said, “Shuang Shuang, take care.”
“Uncle, you take care too.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she pushed the door open.
Inside, the room was empty except for crisscrossing chains and dim wall lights.
Thirty-two black iron chains pierced through a man’s body, suspending him in mid-air. Not only were his collarbones locked, but all his major acupoints were also sealed.
He hung his head, deep in sleep, his body covered in dried bloodstains. Despite being a man, his figure was surprisingly frail.
His long, ink-black hair cascaded down to his ankles.
Hearing the noise, he woke from his sweet dream and slowly raised his head.
Liu Shuang saw a delicate face, like that of a startled young beast, evoking an instinct to comfort. He looked pure and innocent, resembling a frail thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy from the mortal world.
What was most striking was his innocent gaze, revealing a pair of stunning silver pupils!
Liu Shuang wondered if she had miscounted. Was this really the thirty-fifth floor? Was this person before her truly Night Demon Luo?
The young man looked at her, gently twitched his nose, and smiled, his voice unexpectedly clear and elegant.
“It seems that after tens of thousands of years, he was successfully born.”
