My Arch-Nemesis Cried and Begged Me Not to Die 20p1

Chapter 20 Part 1: Just pulling you along before I die, how convenient.

The night seemed endless, and the wind and snow seemed to have no end.

Although Liao Chen’s mouth was foul, he didn’t seem to have any intention of skinning him alive. Yan Jingyu still felt it was necessary to repay the other’s life-saving grace, so he began to write a prescription in the hall.

Although he couldn’t use his spiritual energy to explore how badly the other was injured, he had learned a lot from his pulse when he had restrained him earlier. Yan Jingyu had been full of energy since he was a child. When others were cultivating, he was slacking off and reading. When others were reading, he was trying to refine pills. When others started to learn alchemy, he had already run off to watch others learn medicine.

Relying on his Heavenly Mandate Eyes, which could see through the past and future, he had pilfered a lot of private goods from old physicians in the immortal sects. While mastering a hundred schools of thought, he could often have his own unique insights. A single touch of the pulse was usually enough to get a general idea.

He had learned a lot, but he wasn’t very proficient. However, although Liao Chen was seriously injured, it was not complicated. Yan Jingyu was quite confident in the knowledge stored in his mind.

The front hall was a bit cold. Yan Jingyu rubbed his hands, wrapped in his cloak, and occasionally let out a breath of air, somewhat missing the warmth of the back hall.

Most importantly, he felt that he was getting hungrier and hungrier.

The Demonic Domain had truly entered a polar night… Ever since he came here, he had not seen the light of day.

He didn’t know how long had passed. A fragrance of food suddenly came from outside the hall. He looked up and saw a young man standing at the door, carrying a food box—it was the nine-tailed fox demon, Mo Dong.

Yan Jingyu’s eyes lit up. But the latter abruptly put down the food box and turned to run. Yan Jingyu quickly shouted, “Stop!”

Mo Dong quickly ran two more steps forward, then suddenly turned around, transformed into his beast form, his hind legs straightened in the snow, and he bared a mouthful of sharp teeth at him fiercely.

Yan Jingyu put away the paper and brush on the table. “Did your Lord send you to bring me food?”

Mo Dong was cautious. “The Lord only said to bring some food over. He did not say who was to eat it.”

Yan Jingyu picked up the food box and beckoned to him. “Come in.”

Mo Dong was silent, staring at him motionlessly, with no intention of turning back into human form.

Yan Jingyu had no choice. “I have no cultivation at all now. You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

“The Lord said you are treacherous and cunning, and told us to talk to you as little as possible.”

“You are a nine-tailed fox,” Yan Jingyu said. “You are one of the most, most, most intelligent races in the world. How could you be afraid of me?”

“It is precisely for this reason that I must listen to the Lord’s words.”

“…” Yan Jingyu was helpless. “Just tell me one thing. Where is your Demon Realm’s library?”

Mo Dong tilted his head and said subconsciously, “You want to go to the library?”

“During this polar night, I have nowhere to go. Your Lord is in seclusion cultivating. It’s boring for me to just sit here and wait. I always want to go in and find him to play…” He glanced at Mo Dong’s unhappy face, smiled slightly, and said, “In that case, how can he cultivate in peace?”

Mo Dong frowned. “You want to go to the library to pass the time?”

After getting an affirmative answer, he weighed it for a moment. “Alright.”

Yan Jingyu relaxed, put away the things he had written, and stepped into the wind and snow with him.

The library of the Demon Realm was in no way inferior to that of Hutian. As soon as Yan Jingyu entered, he saw frequently moving bookshelves. It was clear that the doctor of the library was looking for books. What surprised Yan Jingyu was that there were actually many small desks here, and many of them were occupied by some young demons. Some could clearly be seen to have just learned to transform, their ears or noses still in their beast form.

The childhood of demonic beasts was relatively short, while their youth and adulthood were relatively long. Logically speaking, Liao Chen was also a demonic beast. He didn’t know how he had managed to deceive everyone and disguise himself as a human back then.

As he was thinking, Mo Dong beside him suddenly said respectfully, “Master.”

A woman’s figure walked in from between the bookshelves that had actively parted. Yan Jingyu quickly raised his hand to cover his face and turned to walk towards the bookshelves on the other side, but suddenly heard a cold voice: “Stop.”

All the little demons, whether they were writing or reading, looked up at him.

Yan Jingyu cursed inwardly.

This move of Liao Chen’s was truly ruthless. With him walking around the Demon Palace with this face, he was like a rabbit in a wolf’s den. Which of the demons he had fought in the past didn’t want to skin him alive?

“Turn around.” The woman spoke. In the end, Yan Jingyu was in the wrong. He could only turn his head back sheepishly, still covering his face with his sleeve, revealing only one eye to smile at her. “So it’s Sister Mo Ting. Long time no see.”

Mo Ting curved her lips, waved her hand heavily, and the sleeve covering Yan Jingyu’s face was immediately knocked away from a distance. A gasp immediately sounded around them. Then, with a wail, a small, milky-voiced demon suddenly burst into tears. “It’s a demon! Run! The demon is coming to catch the little demons! Little Snowball is going to be—waaaah, wooooo—”

As he spoke, he switched to beast language, his small body beginning to tremble under the table.

Mo Dong quickly went over to pick up the little gray wolf cub and gently coaxed it. Mo Ting glanced at the curious or fearful students and said faintly, “He has already lost all his cultivation and is just a waste. What is there to be afraid of?”

Yan Jingyu nodded repeatedly. “I’m just here to find a few books. I’ll leave as soon as I find them.”

“What are you leaving for?” As he turned, a muscular, tall, and mighty man with fiery red hair suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes filled with resentment and malice. As soon as Yan Jingyu saw him, he immediately raised his hand to cover his face again. Just then, another cry came from his ear: “Aiya, ya, ya, ya, ya—”

A tall bookshelf moved to the side. The disheveled and untidily dressed Yu Qiuye jumped down from the ladder above, his eyes wide as he looked at Mo Ting, then at the red-haired man. Not until he saw Yan Jingyu’s face clearly did his malicious expression suddenly turn to one of awe. “Aiyo, yo, yo… the Demon Lord really did restore your original appearance for you? Aiyo, yo, this skin of yours…”

Yan Jingyu slapped away his outstretched hand in annoyance. Yu Qiuye smiled and withdrew his hand. “This face is still better. Mo Ting, your long-lost sister has returned!”

Yan Jingyu’s expression was awkward.

Mo Ting snorted heavily, lifting her chin. “Isn’t that right? She’s back again. But this time, why is she dressed as a man? Is it because you don’t want to marry the young master of the wolf clan… hiding from the marriage, are you?”

“Roar—” The red-haired man let out an angry roar. “It’s because you impersonated Wanxi! You clearly said you would marry me, but you ran away from the marriage at the last minute! You made me the laughingstock of the wolf clan! My parents would rather have another child than let me inherit the position of wolf lord! I will definitely make you pay today!!!”

Two giant axes appeared in his hands, but were instantly deflected by Mo Ting’s ruler. “What’s the point of fighting? Besides, the Demon Lord said to spare his life. Do you want to be refined into a puppet by him?”

The red-haired man shrank his head, still staring at Yan Jingyu with hatred. “Then what do you suggest! He’s right in front of us now. Are we just supposed to be abandoned after being played with?!”

“Of course we can’t let him off easy, but if we hurt him, I’m afraid the Demon Lord will blame us, and we’ll all be in trouble.”

“I have a good idea. Let’s peel his skin off together and give him a new one…”

“Sure, as long as you dare to peel it, we’ll just watch for fun.”

“I’m afraid the moment you peel him, the Demon Lord will peel you!”

These few people surrounded him, discussing how to deal with him as if he weren’t there. Yan Jingyu sighed and finally put his hand down. “You guys discuss it first. Let me find a few books, okay?”

What was to come would come. From the moment Liao Chen restored his original appearance, he knew that his enemies were already waiting.

Mo Ting was a female demonic cultivator. Back then, Yan Jingyu had accidentally learned that many women had been sent to the Demon Palace. In order to find out what was going on, he had disguised himself as a woman and infiltrated to investigate.

Only after being sent in did he learn that the other was not only collecting beautiful women for Chi Yuan, but also secretly searching for his long-lost sister. Yan Jingyu secretly sent a message to his friends outside to investigate Mo Ting’s background and soon got a lot of information. Thanks to this information and his own superb on-the-spot adaptability, he quickly gained Mo Ting’s trust.

He also gradually figured out Chi Yuan’s conspiracy. Later, he caused a great disturbance in the Demon Palace, released many skilled craftsmen and imprisoned young girls, and also destroyed Chi Yuan’s Heaven-Devouring Cauldron, which had devoured countless lives.

Yan Jingyu came to the side of the doctor who managed the library. These doctors were mostly transformed from the spirits of ancient books in the library, with palm-sized bodies, long beards, harmless and learned. He gave a few book titles, but heard Mo Ting say with a smile from behind, “I make a new dress for my sister every year. Why not give it to Immortal Lord Dufang, so we can renew our sisterly bond from a hundred years ago.”

Yan Jingyu immediately turned his face. Yu Qiuye’s eyes were already shining, and the muscular, red-haired wolf man laughed out loud. “Good, good, good! I’ll go back and get the wedding dress I made back then. I couldn’t marry Wanxi a hundred years ago. Let’s see if I can ask the Demon Lord to grant my wish a hundred years later!”

“…” The bookshelves quickly began to move again, temporarily separating him from the few people outside. Yan Jingyu, while observing, thoughtfully rewrote a book list. By the time he had found all the books he wanted, Mo Ting had already returned, holding a pink and white long dress in her hand, her lips curved maliciously. “I believe the Demon Lord will also be happy to see the Immortal Lord dressed like this.”

Yan Jingyu took the dress in a good-natured manner. “I just thought of something.”

“What?”

“Back then, when I infiltrated the Demon Palace, sister, you drew your sword against Liao Chen to protect me. At that time, did he really not recognize me?”

Mo Ting thought for a moment. “That was so many years ago. Besides, how would I know if he recognized you or not?”

Yan Jingyu nodded and held up the dress again. “There’s nowhere to change clothes around here. Why don’t I wear it for you tomorrow?”

“Stop with your sweet talk!” Mo Ting waved her hand and suddenly held up an umbrella over his head. “This is the Lost-Track Umbrella. It can hide your tracks. You can change here. Let me record it with a shadow-recording pearl so I can use it to coax the children in the academy tomorrow!”

Yan Jingyu had no choice but to hold up the umbrella and go to a corner.

What bad luck. If I had known, I would have waited before coming to the library.

Just then, a cold sound transmission suddenly came to his ears. “Where is Yan Qi?!”