Quick Transmigration: The Big Shot Has Gone Crazy Again - Chapter 47
Chapter 47
The Demon Realm, its folkways were extremely open.
If two people fancied each other, finding a haystack to roll in for a day was nothing unusual.
Drunkard Ah Qing noticed the lust-filled gazes around them, and his own eyes turned icy cold, hiding within them a fury that could destroy heaven and earth.
He was ugly, and such an expression only made him more intimidating.
But the Demon Realm had no shortage of ugly monsters and vicious men.
At this moment, no one feared him.
Finally, one particularly bold brute couldn’t hold back anymore.
Tugging up the loose waistband of his trousers, he made a crude gesture to show off his virility.
Grinning, he said, “Beauty, how about letting big brother buy you a meal? I promise to feed you nice and full~”
As he spoke, he sidled closer.
Just as he was about to step within three paces of Nan Yuan, a thin silver gleam flashed in the air.
In the blink of an eye, the burly, scar-faced demon cultivator was split clean in half.
He had been cut down at the waist.
Anywhere else, such a bloody, brutal sight would have caused an uproar.
But here in the Demon Realm, the onlookers only gasped sharply.
Immediately after, they backed away from the masked beauty and the ugly man behind her.
The lust in their eyes was gone and replaced by fear and wariness.
On the vast Cangmiao Continent, strength reigned supreme.
In the Demon Realm, that was doubly true: whoever was strongest was the boss.
The Demon Realm was divided into five great territories, each ruled by a Demon Lord.
Those who wanted to rise had to kill the one above them and take their place.
Take the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord, for instance—two hundred years ago, he killed one of the Five Demon Lords and became a new one himself.
The current Five Demon Lords were undoubtedly the pinnacle of power in the Demon Realm.
Realizing the masked woman was formidable, the surrounding demon cultivators no longer dared to make trouble.
Soon, patrolling demons cleared away the corpse and blood.
The crowd began flowing normally again, as if nothing had happened.
Were it not for the lingering scent of blood in the air, Nan Yuan might have thought she imagined it.
Clearly, death was common here.
Demon cultivators were long since numb to it.
Nan Yuan turned to the man behind her and suddenly spoke: “Let me see your weapon.”
Drunkard Ah Qing froze.
His greatest point of pride, his speed, seemed not to have escaped this woman’s notice.
He clenched his hand, then slowly opened it.
A fine loop of silver thread was coiled around his index finger.
In a low voice, Ah Qing explained, “It’s silk spun by a kind of demonic beast.”
Nan Yuan reached to touch it, but Ah Qing quickly pulled back.
“Don’t. It’s sharp; you’d hurt yourself.”
He clasped his hand behind his back and changed the subject.
“This is the Smiling-Face Demon Lord’s territory. Every five days there’s a small market, every ten days a grand one. Today happens to be a grand market. Would Lord Yuan like to take a look around? With luck, you might even buy a two-winged demon wolf here.”
Nan Yuan had no interest.
“The smell here is too mixed. I dislike it.”
Hearing that, Ah Qing was momentarily dazed.
Then, in a coaxing tone one might use on a child, he said: “Please endure a bit longer, Lord Yuan. Once we reach Yuanqing Palace, it will be different. They say the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord’s palace is the cleanest and most luxurious place in all the Demon Realm—resplendent with gold, walls encrusted with gems of every color, floors laid with the softest carpets. Even the utensils he uses are crafted from the most beautiful demon stones, shining brilliantly; it’s breathtaking…”
Nan Yuan’s eyes flickered.
Tsk. This little spider’s tastes weren’t so different from her own.
She suddenly felt her decision had been a good one.
Still, what she couldn’t endure, she couldn’t endure.
“The smell on you—”
Realization flashed in Ah Qing’s eyes.
With a look of regret, he quickly stepped back two paces.
“Lord Yuan, wait here a moment. I’ll go wash and come right back.”
“It smells nice,” Nan Yuan lazily finished the sentence.
Despite his face being a mass of scars, Ah Qing’s dumbfounded expression at that moment was oddly comical.
…Nice?
In Snowbound City, the weather alone made one drowsy.
If Nan Yuan had even a little wine, she might fall asleep outright.
So she had restrained herself.
It had been a long time since she’d had a good drink.
The wine scent on this drunkard stirred her craving.
Ah Qing opened his mouth, hesitated, and asked: “Does Lord Yuan… like to drink?”
Nan Yuan didn’t answer directly.
She only said, “If I drink a little, my sense of smell dulls, and it’s less uncomfortable.”
“The scent of wine on you is very fragrant. The wine you drink must be good.”
After a brief silence, Ah Qing lowered his voice.
“I’ll take you. But you can’t drink too much. Too much gives headaches.”
Nan Yuan shot him a sidelong glance.
She hadn’t said a word, but Ah Qing understood it clearly: Then why do you drink so much yourself?
He lowered his head, looking both aggrieved and sorrowful.
“I lost the person I loved most. Living is torment. When I’m drunk, it still hurts…but at least it doesn’t hurt as much.”
Nestled in Nan Yuan’s arms, little Xu Xiaotang poked its head out, glancing at him.
For the first time, it thought he seemed pitiful.
It hadn’t been that close to the brat, but when it first learned of his death, it had still felt sad.
Nan Yuan said nothing.
To her, human love and longing were nothing but trouble.
Ah Qing led her to a tavern and ordered a private room upstairs.
“How’s Lord Yuan’s drinking capacity?”
Nan Yuan: “A thousand cups without falling.”
Ah Qing suddenly smiled and ordered five whole jars of aged wine.
“The Demon Realm is barren. The ingredients used in brewing are different from outside, and the aftereffects are stronger.”
Nan Yuan popped a jar open, poured a bowl, sniffed at it, then raised her head and drained it in one go.
“This wine is fragrant.”
“This is the best tavern in the Demon Realm, so naturally its wine is the finest,” Ah Qing explained while pouring for himself.
“It’d be dull for Lord Yuan to drink alone. Let me accompany you.”
Nan Yuan downed bowl after bowl, her expression unchanged.
Across from her, Ah Qing grew bleary-eyed after only two bowls.
And drunkards who drank too much always wanted to pour their hearts out.
Ah Qing fixed his gaze on her, eyes hazy with unshed tears, his voice soft, tender, and a little hoarse.
“You don’t know how much I miss her.”
Nan Yuan slowed her drinking slightly, glanced at him once, and let him ramble.
“…When I learned something had happened to her, I wanted to destroy the world…to bury everyone with her.”
“But it was useless. Even if I killed them all, she wouldn’t come back.”
“These years, I’ve lived in regret. Regretting why I hadn’t returned sooner. I wanted to be stronger…but when I finally became strong, she was gone…”
Ah Qing stared straight at Nan Yuan, a tear sliding down his scarred cheek and disappearing.
Regret in his eyes slowly gave way to something else.
His lips curved faintly.
“Later, someone told me she was alive. I was so happy I nearly went mad.
So I waited, and waited.
But every hope turned into despair.
Do you know what that feels like? It hurts so much, you wish you could die immediately!
So I swore; if I ever saw her again, I’d never let her go. I’d bind her to me, possess her completely, make sure she could never leave me.
She’s mine. She can only be mine!”
His voice grew faster, his gaze deeper, more frenzied by the moment.
