Thriving after the Moon Falls (I Can’t Possibly Take Pity On A Demon) - Chapter 49

Chapter 49

After the death of the ancient demonic beast Qingwen, it transformed into two things: one was Yan Chaosheng’s Phoenix Feather Whip, and the other was a small realm within the colorful feathers.

The small realm was not large, but everything within it had its own laws of survival. Back then, Qingwen feared that its offspring would not be accepted by the world, so it sacrificed itself to create this isolated space, shielding its child from the outside world.

Now, within this tiny realm, there was only an egg, a completely naked young girl, and an ink-black snake.

Liu Shuang had been poisoned by the Love Flower, which had the effect of temporarily impairing her spiritual intelligence.

Her entire body was burning with heat, floating in a sea of desire, and she had forgotten that she had become Chishui Liushuang. She vaguely thought that she was still the little immortal grass from seven hundred years later, waiting for her demon lord husband to return on Qingcang Mountain.

At this moment, as the aggrieved little immortal  grass, she faintly realized that she had been ambushed.

Lord Su Lun had previously brought her many storybooks to read, and in those stories, there were many situations like hers.

If she were a fortunate heroine, she would encounter a hero who would help her detoxify, and they would become a perfect couple, living happily ever after.

If she were an unfortunate protagonist, it would be tragic—defiled by a villain, leading to a life of misery.

The latter was simply too dreadful.

As the little immortal grass, Liu Shuang couldn’t remember her feelings for Yan Chaosheng, but she did recall one thing: he was her husband.

The most handsome demon lord in the world.

If it were her husband, then being intimate with him in this situation would still be considered marital relations. After all, she had loved him, and he was good-looking, so it wouldn’t be a loss. But if it were someone else…

She struggled to wake from her muddled consciousness and saw a cold, ink-black snake.

Its eyes were sharp and icy, and at that moment, something cold was between her legs. Her fair, delicate body was encircled by it, and she let out an uncomfortable moan.

The little immortal grass was dazed and instinctively closed her legs, refusing to let the creature before her advance any further.

She thought despairingly that there was a third scenario, one that was uniquely terrible.

Her lips trembled, and after a while, she managed to utter a few words: “You… you dare…”

This demon snake was done for, absolutely done for! She was the demon lord’s woman, and as a member of the demon clan, this great demon before her dared to touch the demon lord’s woman.

Because of her momentary clarity, the ink snake stopped its movements and locked eyes with her.

Its true form wasn’t actually ugly.

Liu Shuang had never seen such a demonic true form before—part snake, part dragon, part flood dragon. It lacked the imposing aura typical of snake demons, but its ink-black scales, though menacing, had a faint luster in the dim light of the small realm.

However, Liu Shuang couldn’t help but feel repulsed by it.

The moment she regained clarity, she distinctly sensed the malice this demon had toward her.

As it writhed against her, it was half frenzied and half deliberately tormenting her.

But it likely hadn’t expected her to have this brief moment of clarity.

The two of them remained locked in a stalemate for a while until the Love Flower poison took effect again. Liu Shuang didn’t even have time to feel fear or hesitation before she was once again overwhelmed by the poison. She was so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry, and the snake seemed to notice, its eyes filled with malicious glee as it deliberately teased her, prying apart her trembling, slender legs.

It didn’t advance further, as if waiting for her to beg in her semi-conscious state.

Even in her haze, Liu Shuang could tell that it was deliberately bullying her.

She blinked, tears streaming down her face. As the beloved consort of the demon lord, she couldn’t help but cry.

Yan Chaosheng had never treated her like this. She wasn’t afraid of demons, as her true form was also a little immortal grass.

But the true form of a demon was enormous, and using it to engage in intimacy with her, who was much weaker at the moment, was no different from humiliation.

Liu Shuang’s consciousness was unclear, and her memories were still stuck in the time before she had dissolved her spiritual bond with the demon lord. She faintly recalled that even her husband had never used his true form to bully her.

Thinking about it this way, she was even more unfortunate than the mortal women in the stories who encountered villains. Her feelings of grievance, panic, and fear made her kick her legs, trying to get away from it.

She sobbed and kicked at it, still thinking of herself as the little immortal grass, instinctively calling out to her husband for help: “Yan Chaosheng, where are you? Save me…”

The ink snake had been coldly sneering at her pitiful reactions.

But suddenly, its body stiffened.

Liu Shuang was only lucid for a moment before she was once again engulfed by the Love Flower poison, her consciousness completely submerged as she clung to the great demon.

Its scales were icy cold, like black iron or frost, chilling her to the bone.

This coldness, however, greatly suppressed the Love Flower poison within her. The great demon’s true form was unstable, and within the small realm, it hadn’t concealed its demonic aura.

Soon, her long eyelashes were frosted with white ice.

She felt the tail wrapped around her waist loosen, and she was placed on the ground.

When immortal grass was abundant in spiritual power, it produced many tears. She was so uncomfortable that she reached out to hug its tail, but it ruthlessly slapped her hand away.

Several silver rings descended from the air, binding her tightly.

After she regained consciousness, the great demon didn’t say a word. Liu Shuang was certain that he must have some grudge against her. Otherwise, why would he deliberately torment her when she was lucid, but refuse to engage with her when she was at her most vulnerable, overwhelmed by the poison?

The Love Flower poison completely flooded her mind, and she had no memory of what happened afterward.

The ink snake transformed into a young man and sat beside her.

After a long silence, he laughed bitterly, pinched her cheek, and took off his own robe to cover her.

Yan Chaosheng was still wearing the uniform of the Kongsang disciples. When he had left the Kongsang, he had still been filled with the pride of completing his first mission. He had treasured this robe, never imagining that it would later become so ironic.

Just as he repeatedly reminded himself of Bi Xun’s tragic fate, vowing not to repeat the same mistakes.

The girl now covered by his robe was even more detestable than Xi Yun’er.

She was of higher status than Xi Yun, more beautiful, better at crying, and more adept at assessing situations. In the future, she might even be more cruel than Xi Yun’er.

Stopping now was even more difficult for him than for her. He turned his head away, pressing his hand against his heart to stay lucid.

Without his heart-scale, even the slightest touch caused pain.

It was only through this intense pain that he managed to suppress his instincts and attend to her.

The girl’s eyes were dull, clearly still out of her mind. The demonic nature of his true form lingered, and he uncontrollably recalled her earlier taste, almost regretting that he had stopped after just beginning.

He had hurt her.

After a long silence, his eyes turned silver. Only in this state was his power at its peak. Yan Chaosheng was no better off than her; her very existence was like a dose of Love Flower poison to him.

The girl not far away was temporarily subdued by him, crying in discomfort.

Tears fell into her long hair, making her look utterly pitiful. He watched her expressionlessly for a while, then pressed his hand against his heart, which still ached from earlier.

Transforming into one’s true form was often the most brutal moment for a demon.

Even for young demons, transforming into their true form was always a day of bloodshed and hunting. He had endured until now without killing anyone, but today… there had been blood.

He glanced at the area covered by his robe, his expression tense. He didn’t know why she had called his name earlier, but he was both furious and frustrated by the turn of events, even as a certain part of him remained unyielding.

Yan Chaosheng had never imagined that his emotions could become so complicated.

He felt miserable, both pleasured and pained. She had called for him to save her, but she didn’t realize that the one she feared was also him.

Seeing her cry, he reached out and wiped her tears away.

Knowing that she wouldn’t recognize anyone in her current state, he said, “Stop crying. I’m in more pain than you.”

The girl’s tears were scalding, making his fingertips tremble slightly. The Love Flower poison eroded one’s consciousness, making people fragile and aggrieved. No sooner had he wiped the tears from her face than she began to cry again.

Yan Chaosheng tried to remain cold, determined not to follow in the footsteps of that fool Bi Xun.

He said sternly, “Endure it.”

The Love Flower poison wasn’t like the vile drugs of the mortal world; it wouldn’t kill if left untreated, but it caused unbearable discomfort. If she could endure it, she would survive, though it would be several days of agony, and her powers would be greatly diminished.

The girl sobbed softly, her face streaked with tears, her peach-blossom cheeks tinged with a faint pink, so overcome with discomfort that she couldn’t stop crying.

After a long silence, he turned his gaze to the demon egg nearby.

It was silent and still, but as the offspring of an ancient demonic beasts, it should have some use. Yan Chaosheng pressed his hand against his heart and drew out a strand of his life force, transferring it into the egg. He coughed lightly, suppressing his discomfort.

The egg began to rotate, as if infused with life, and soon, a crack appeared.

Yan Chaosheng didn’t have time to watch it hatch. Gritting his teeth, he half-lifted Liu Shuang, letting her lean against his chest.

He spread his fingers over her abdomen.

A dense red aura began to flow from her body into his fingertips, and gradually, the Love Flower poison was completely transferred into his body.

A wave of heat washed over him.

The girl in his arms was no longer in discomfort. After all the earlier torment, she now slept soundly against his chest.

Yan Chaosheng tapped her forehead lightly, and she fell into an even deeper sleep.

While he was still lucid, Yan Chaosheng turned his attention to the newly hatched demon bird.

Despite its large egg, the bird that emerged was no bigger than a palm. Its body was covered in soft, green down, and its tiny feet were a tender yellow. It tilted its head, looking at them curiously.

Yan Chaosheng sensed the connection between his life force and this weak demon bird. He coldly instructed, “I need to hibernate for a while. Guard the Feather Realm. Don’t let anyone in.”

The little demon bird chirped in response.

“And don’t let her wake up before me. Wait for my orders.”

The little demon bird chirped again.

Yan Chaosheng laid the girl down. “Guard her. Since this is your mother’s realm, maintain the barrier.”

He walked several feet away from Liu Shuang and sat down cross-legged. Before the Love Flower poison could fully cloud his mind, he used his ice powers to freeze his body.

Using his demonic nature to resist the pain of the poison, his body soon began to ice over.

The little demon bird, still unable to fly, hopped over diligently and stationed itself beside Liu Shuang, occasionally glancing at the black-robed youth encased in ice.

When it grew hungry, it returned to its eggshell, burying its tiny head inside to absorb the nutrients left by its mother. Then it would spread its wings again, ensuring the small realm didn’t collapse.

Days passed, and the eggshell was gone. The little demon bird, starving and on the verge of collapse, remained loyal to its duty, not allowing Liu Shuang to wake or the realm to shatter.

But it had just hatched and was naturally hungry, needing to feed. Its powers were limited, and if its master didn’t wake soon, it wouldn’t be able to maintain the realm much longer.

Just as the girl was about to open her eyes, the fluffy little demon bird anxiously circled the ice, expressing its urgency.

It was too small and had exhausted its powers.

Fortunately, at that moment, the ice shattered, and its black-robed master appeared beside the girl. With a tap of his finger, she fell back into a deep sleep.

The little green bird watched curiously, not understanding why its master didn’t want the beautiful girl to wake up first.

Yan Chaosheng didn’t explain. He conjured a bathtub and placed her inside.

“Turn around,” he said coldly.

The little green bird didn’t realize he was talking to it until it was roughly kicked. It quickly hopped away, covering its tail with its wings.

Demons were naturally curious, and after a while, it couldn’t help but sneak a glance. It saw its fierce master washing the girl’s body.

He had blindfolded himself, his expression cold and detached.

After a long time, the master conjured a set of clothes and dressed the girl. He held her in his arms, letting her lean against him, then removed the blindfold and commanded, “Come here.”

The little demon bird eagerly approached.

Its fierce master, with a faint redness at the corners of his eyes, looked at it and asked, “What can you do?”

It trembled for a moment, confused.

“Can you heal?”

The little demon bird tilted its head, hoping its master would clarify. Healing was something any creature with spiritual energy could do, and its cold, cruel master was clearly far more powerful than it. Why was he asking such a question?

The young man hesitated for a moment, then asked with difficulty, “Do you know restoration spell?”

The little demon bird: “?”

Following its master’s gaze, it saw the girl’s covered, delicate body and was at a loss for words.

Sharing a life force meant they were naturally connected, and Yan Chaosheng clearly didn’t treat it like a newly hatched demon bird.

He paused, then coldly explained, “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t go all the way, and this happened.”

“…” Chirp.

Scumbag.

The demons in the tower had been restless lately.

His Highness’s aura had been present at first, but then it had mysteriously disappeared, along with the aura of the little immortal  who had just arrived.

The demons were very worried.

However, Night Demon luo remained calm. The descendant of Xiangliu wasn’t so easy to kill.

Not only the demons, but the immortal guards in the tower had also been awakened and were now searching for the demon that had infiltrated the tower.

Aside from Liu Shuang’s uncle, who was deeply concerned about her and was searching everywhere for her.

The immortals had each sent people back to their respective immortal realms to report, while Night Demon luo commanded the demons, “No one is to make any moves. Continue as usual.”

Finally, after nearly half a month, two figures appeared outside the thirty-fifth floor.

Liu Shuang opened her eyes.

She looked up and saw Yan Chaosheng beside her.

His expression was calm as he looked down at her.

“Awake?”

Liu Shuang sat up. Her mind was still foggy, and fragmented memories and images flashed through her head. Remembering something, her body stiffened, and she gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with anger.

“Yan Chaosheng, did you see an ink-black snake?”

Yan Chaosheng paused.

“No. When I came in, you were poisoned by the Love Flower. I brought you to the Feather Realm, and it seemed like you were having a nightmare.”

“A nightmare?” She was suspicious and instinctively checked her body.

Yan Chaosheng calmly lowered his gaze.

After a while, Liu Shuang realized that it really did seem like a dream. Her body showed no abnormalities, and as an immortal, she was very sensitive to her own body. In fact, her primordial yin was still intact.

“It doesn’t hurt…”

The Love Flower poison had clouded her mind, and she had still thought of herself as the little immortal grass. It was normal to have such a dream.

Liu Shuang breathed a sigh of relief.

But then she looked at Yan Chaosheng.

“Why are you in the Demon Suppression Tower?”

(T/N:I belatedly realize that the tower name is wrong; it should be demon suppression tower, not demon suppressing tower…sorrrrrrryyyy)

If what happened in the small realm was just a dream, then her memories stopped at the moment Night Demon luo had ambushed her. Strangely, Yan Chaosheng had been in Kongsang, and she had even tried to set him up with Mi Chu. Logically, he should have been in Kongsang, building a relationship with Mi Chu. Why was he in the Demon Suppression Tower?

“You really don’t know?” He looked up.

“What happened these past few days?”

Yan Chaosheng sneered.

“Young Miss, the Lord of Chishui wants to kill me, this demon. Kongsang can’t tolerate me.”

After a long pause, he said, “And you, why did you give me to Mi Chu?”