Quick Transmigration: The Big Shot Has Gone Crazy Again - Chapter 48
Chapter 48
Nan Yuan listened to the drunkard’s incoherent, vicious words, then looked at his crazed, unhinged appearance.
She found him somewhat pitiful, but also… noisy.
“Shut up.”
She spoke lightly.
Drunkard Ah Qing instantly went silent, like a gourd with its mouth sawn shut.
Then came dead silence.
He stared at Nan Yuan, his eyes gradually turning red, bloodshot, as though she had wronged him terribly.
Nan Yuan understood a drunkard’s desire to pour his heart out, but she preferred quiet.
If not for his name being Ah Qing, she would have long since struck him down with one palm.
How could she have endured his rambling for so long?
“If you want to do something, then just go and do it. What use is whining about it to others?”
Ah Qing froze at her words, then his eyes gradually lit up.
A strange gleam flashed within, his expression filled with a peculiar kind of excitement.
He hurriedly asked, “Lord Yuan, you’re telling me to do it… does that mean you approve of what I just said?”
Nan Yuan’s face was as ever—calm and unchanging, as if nothing in the world could stir the slightest ripple within her.
“What you want to do; what has that to do with me?”
She had never involved herself in the entanglements of human love and emotion.
How would she know what was right or wrong?
Ask her?
What a joke.
Ah Qing’s gaze darkened for a moment, his face sinking, but soon he grew cheerful again.
“I understand now. Lord Yuan, truly, thank you. Hearing your words is like being struck by lightning…my mind is clear at last.”
He curved his lips.
Even though his face was ruined, his eyes were beautiful—rippling like water, stirring with waves, paired with his finely shaped lips.
With that lingering, curling voice of his, he almost gave off an illusion of wicked charm.
Nan Yuan: …
She hadn’t given any opinion…what exactly had this man “understood”?
Utterly baffling.
Only after draining five whole jars of wine did Nan Yuan feel somewhat satisfied.
Her tastes were picky, ordinary wine hardly interested her but these jars truly were rich and fragrant.
After the two of them left, the tavern owner cautiously crept out from his corner, his face torn between excitement and heartache.
Those had been his tavern’s treasures, his finest collection and so many jars gone in one sitting.
But to have caught the eye of a demon lord? From now on, he’d be able to strut through the Demon Realm without fear, hahahaha…
After drinking, Nan Yuan’s mood improved greatly.
The noisy clamor of the marketplace and the strange smells in the air became tolerable.
What’s more, Ah Qing was remarkably attentive, proactively keeping other passing demon cultivators from getting too close to her.
Such considerate service even made Nan Yuan toy with the idea of taking him in as a little underling.
But then she recalled his drunken words.
After this, he would surely go in search of that woman he loved.
A follower with family baggage… Nan Yuan thought better of it.
“The trading market up ahead is full of all sorts of riffraff. Lord Yuan, why not wait here a moment for me?”
Before Nan Yuan could refuse, Ah Qing had already run off.
Nan Yuan watched his departing figure and thought, it was rather good-looking.
He was probably one of the rare people she could recognize just from his build, without needing to rely on his voice.
As for faces…she seldom remembered people by their faces.
Her Little Ah Qing had been an exception.
Little Ah Qing was dead now, and she would never again find another so delicate and unique.
Bored, Nan Yuan watched the bustling street.
She thought that aside from being dirtier, smellier, uglier, and more violent, this Demon Realm street wasn’t so different from those outside.
She even saw demon cultivators selling lanterns by the roadside, and others selling steaming buns…
The atmosphere of everyday life was strong.
Ah Qing didn’t keep her waiting long.
Soon, he returned driving a luxurious carriage.
The carriage was pulled by four two-winged demon wolves, each one tall and imposing.
As soon as the carriage arrived, Nan Yuan sensed countless eyes turning toward them from all directions.
She thought their gazes somewhat strange, but before she could examine them further, Ah Qing respectfully welcomed her into the carriage.
The four massive demon wolves stood in a line, dominating the entire street.
Ah Qing sat astride one of them, raised his whip, and cracked it.
The wolves threw their heads back with a resounding howl, sprinted forward, and then leapt into the skies.
The surrounding demon cultivators watched as the luxurious wolf carriage soared higher and farther.
After a stunned silence, the crowd erupted into noise.
Two-winged demon wolves, swift on land and able to fly, were the most popular mounts in the Demon Realm…but only nobles could afford them.
And even nobles generally only used two wolves.
To have four…
Only the Five Demon Lords were entitled to such a thing!
“Who was that just now? Who dares ride a four-wolf carriage!”
“Even if that woman dared to buy it, no one would dare sell it! Unless she intends to challenge one of the Five Demon Lords!”
“This is the Smiling Demon Lord’s territory. Is she going to challenge him?”
“No… that direction is clearly… toward the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord!”
The crowd was thrown into an uproar.
Was she insane? Everyone knew that the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord was the most terrifying of the five!
Just then, someone shrieked from up ahead: “The Bloodthirsty Demon Lord is choosing a Demon Queen! The Bloodthirsty Demon Lord is choosing a Demon Queen—!”
The crowd: What the hell are you babbling!?
Everyone knew the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord was famously infatuated and he doted on that palace maid of his alone.
Rumor had it that she had originally been a proper spirit cultivator, until the Demon Lord abducted her into the Demon Realm.
Her cultivation was weak, and over a hundred years ago, her life span was almost at its end.
In order to keep her alive, the Demon Lord had ventured multiple times into the ethereal Spirit Realm seeking life-extending and youth-preserving elixirs, and even descended repeatedly into the Abyss for a certain demonic flower.
But that was the Spirit Realm and guarded by its top experts, impossible for ordinary people to enter, let alone a demon cultivator!
And the Demon Abyss? That place was sheer terror—yet he had gone, more than once.
For the sake of a mere maid.
Such a love, so earth-shattering and ghost-weeping, had once shocked the entire Demon Realm.
Back then, women…no, every female had envied and resented that maid who had captured the Demon Lord’s devotion.
So what was going on now?
Why was the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord suddenly choosing a Demon Queen?
What of his beloved maid?
Could it be that he had finally grown tired of her face? Or that the two had quarreled?
The news-spreader panted, “It’s true! Fresh first-hand news! Believe it or not, but I’m going home to prepare!”
Prepare what?
Of course…to send his daughters!
Once the crowd digested this earth-shaking revelation, chaos broke out.
Demon Cultivator A: “My youngest girl is stunning. If she becomes the Demon Queen, I’ll be feasting high and mighty. Whoever dares look down on me—I’ll smash his skull, hahaha!”
Demon Cultivator B: “My little sister may be ugly, but her personality’s… unique. Maybe she’ll get lucky! Hehehe…”
Among the Five Demon Lords, all except the Bloodthirsty one had harems of countless beauties.
But none had ever formally named a Demon Queen.
To them, women were just playthings.
The Bloodthirsty Demon Lord, however, was truly a rare stream in the Demon Domain: he had no women at all—until now, when he suddenly wanted one, and not just anyone, but a Demon Queen.
Such a chance, how could the females of the Demon Realm possibly let it slip by?
The Demon Realm was destined for an unprecedentedly grand and lively ceremony!
