My Arch-Nemesis Cried and Begged Me Not to Die 69p1

Chapter 69 Part 1: Does your demonic nature want to build a nest with me again?

Qi Mufang and Ming Zelin looked at the suddenly appearing man together.

Yan Jingyu had not yet returned after ascending to immortality, but outside Yaoguang Valley was already crowded with people who wanted to congratulate him. Qi Mufang and Ming Zelin, as two of the few living people in Yaoguang Valley at this moment, naturally took advantage of their proximity and hurried to Yan Jingyu’s courtyard to stand guard.

They strove to be the first to see him.

The man in black had appeared suddenly. His face could be called beautiful, but his eyebrows and eyes were incomparably sharp, with a natural coldness and arrogance that kept people at a distance. This kind of person was not only in the category of “not to be provoked,” but also a kind of bully who would actively attack others at any time.

He was slightly lowering his eyelashes, as if he hadn’t seen the light for a long time. Under his long, dark hair were equally dark eyebrows and eyelashes. Qi Mufang and Ming Zelin looked at each other, and both felt a faint chill.

They felt that the other was very familiar… but not the kind of familiarity from being on good terms, but the kind of familiarity that made people want to hide.

The two of them, at the same time, actually wanted to leave Yan Jingyu’s courtyard without a change in their expression.

This man had appeared out of nowhere. They would rather believe that their eyes were playing tricks on them. After all, Immortal Lord Dufang had also been asking them from time to time if they had seen a certain person.

At that time, they really hadn’t seen him, but they were a little curious. Now, they hoped that they had never seen him, and could only pretend that they hadn’t.

Before their figures had even left the courtyard, a cold voice came from behind. “Where are you going?”

The two of them stopped their steps. They both hoped that they were hallucinating, but the other had already adapted to the light and directly raised his hand. Wen Renying, who was sleeping by Yan Jingyu’s bed, was directly grabbed by him. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Liao Chen on the unfolded jade slip, his expression dazed. “You, you are…”

A cluster of flames rose from under his feet. The scorching heat suddenly made him cry out in pain. “Where did this little dog thief come from! Let go of me—!”

“Remembered?” Liao Chen put away the flames. Wen Renying lay on the jade slip, staring at him with wide eyes.

A huge force came from behind Qi Mufang and Ming Zelin at the same time. The two of them directly retreated and in an instant, they were back in front of him. Liao Chen’s gaze fell on Qi Mufang’s face.

Qi Mufang: “Senior…”

“Senior?”

“…” Qi Mufang slowly swallowed. His mind suddenly felt a sharp pain. The memory that had been branded in his subconscious, but had been forcefully erased by other forces, was eager to try. The nightmare-like whisper was still vague, but it had already made his face turn pale.

“It seems that before he comes back, the world is still completely ignorant of this Lord.” Liao Chen was thoughtful, then glanced at Qi Mufang again, and gently flicked his sleeve. Qi Mufang was immediately locked in the room on the right. The door slammed shut. He then turned his face to look at Ming Zelin.

Ming Zelin’s legs were trembling. He said reflexively, “We are the apprentices of Immortal Lord Dufang! How dare you…”

Liao Chen did not wait for him to finish speaking, but directly raised his hand. A powerful spiritual energy rushed into his four limbs and hundred bones in an instant. Ming Zelin’s face was slightly distorted by this expanding force.

Liao Chen narrowed his eyes and carefully explored his meridians all over before he was satisfied and withdrew his hand. “It seems he did not touch you casually.”

Ming Zelin instantly fell to the ground, his mouth pouting, his face like a huge bitter melon, his whole body trembling. “Immortal Lord, Immortal Lord was just too busy, so he hasn’t taught me yet…”

“You should be glad.” Liao Chen raised his hand, and Ming Zelin once again stood up uncontrollably. It was less like standing and more like floating in front of him with trembling legs. Liao Chen explained with considerable patience, “You are clean. This Lord does not need to cripple you again.”

“…?!” Ming Zelin said in disbelief, “It was you, you secretly crippled me…”

The spiritual energy invaded his body again. This time, it was not just expanding in his body, but was like a sharp blade washing over his meridians. Ming Zelin immediately cried out in pain.

Qi Mufang was forcefully hitting the window on the side, roaring in anger, “You devil! Let go of my Brother Ming!! Do you know who we are! We are the apprentices of Immortal Lord Dufang! Do you know who Immortal Lord Dufang is?!! He just ascended to immortality two days ago. He is the first person to ascend to immortality in a thousand years!!!!”

“Hmph.” Liao Chen looked at him coldly. Qi Mufang’s face suddenly twisted. An invisible nightmare entangled his spiritual platform, and a demonic whisper sounded in his ears. “This Lord is your grand-daddy.”

This sentence constantly circled in his mind, turning his spiritual platform into a mess.

Liao Chen’s one hand was on Ming Zelin’s body, forcefully expanding his meridians. He took the time to glance at Wen Renying. Wen Renying was wooden for two moments. “Little, little dog thief, I, I remember you.”

Actually, I don’t remember at all… ‘dog thief’ is just my habitual curse word.

Liao Chen’s attitude was gentle. He reached out his hand. Wen Renying subconsciously drove the jade slip to climb up his palm, and couldn’t help but pout again—

I wasn’t so spineless before.

…Who is this person? Why is he so happy even after being cursed?

When Ming Zelin was limp on the ground again, a wisp of purple-black fire seed was gently handed to him. He stared blankly and heard the other say, “This Lord has expanded your meridians for you as promised. This demonic flame is a gift for you to cultivate. In the future, you will be this Lord’s head disciple.”

Ming Zelin suddenly retreated, as if he were avoiding some venomous snake or ferocious beast. “You, you want me to cultivate demonic arts… No, I am the apprentice of Immortal Lord Dufang. I will never…”

He was sent flying by a huge force and crashed into an invisible barrier. Just as he fell to the ground, he was sent flying again. Wen Renying subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face, inexplicably feeling that this scene was somewhat familiar. Not until Ming Zelin was crying and kneeling in front of him. “Master, Master, I am willing to become your apprentice!”

“You don’t want your Immortal Lord Dufang anymore?”

“Immortal Lord… Immortal Lord has not returned for so long. He must be, he must be staying on the Forgetfulness Platform and doesn’t want us anymore, woooo…”

Liao Chen turned his hand and locked him in the left room. “Before the Phoenix-Beginning stage, you are not allowed to come out.”

He directly leaped up and in an instant, he was above Yaoguang Valley. The dark clouds in the sky rolled. The cultivators surrounding Yaoguang Valley all looked in this direction at the same time, all dumbfounded. “That, is the thunder of breaking through to the demonic stage… Isn’t Chi Yuan dead? When did this world have such a master of demonic cultivation?!”

Liao Chen flicked his sleeve and put his hands behind his back, looking up at the divine thunder in the sky.

“I didn’t expect that one day, I would be able to break through to the demonic stage in Hutian… Yan Qi, if you continue to stay by that kid’s side, this Lord will have to swallow Hutian… alive.”

He flipped his palm and formed a seal, and with a single effort, he went up to meet the thunder.

Yan Jingyu sneezed on little Liao Chen’s face, earning him an even smellier expression.

He wiped the other’s face without any guilt, and casually pulled at the small clothes he had just bought for him. “I really don’t understand why you like to wear black so much. This royal blue is so cute. Come, give this old man a smile.”

As he spoke, he revealed a model-like smile as if he were teaching.

Little Liao Chen’s face was still very smelly. “I don’t care for an old ugly freak’s clothes.”

“Why do you always scold me?!” Yan Jingyu, while speaking, directly pinched his waist and carried him to a nearby chair. Little Liao Chen kicked him once, and was slapped hard on his little foot. He glared at him with hatred and barely settled down.

Yan Jingyu took the shoes and socks handed over by the shopkeeper. As he put them on for him, he said, “You can’t see my face now because your status is not high enough…”

Speaking of this, he suddenly couldn’t help but laugh, and curved his lips. “When you break through to the demonic stage in the future, you’ll be able to remember what I look like.”

Little Liao Chen looked at him. “Really?”

Of course it’s false. He had traveled through too many years. If his face were to be remembered, it would surely affect many cause and effect. The thing covering his face was not the laws of the Heavenly Mandate at all, but cause and effect and time. Although he himself was the heavenly mandate, he was also constrained by other laws. Having the authority to overstep the limits did not mean that he could completely disregard others.

“Yes.” Yan Jingyu patted his little foot, which had just been healed by his spiritual energy and was white and tender. As he put on his shoes for him, he lied without a change in his expression. “When you become a very, very powerful person in the future, you will be able to remember my face… don’t be scared then.”

Little Liao Chen looked at his white and gentle hands, his eyelashes lowered slightly, then looked at his face again. “You really are very ugly.”

Yan Jingyu was so angry he was speechless. “I’m even more handsome than you!”

“You were the one who said just now that you would scare me.”

“I meant that I would stun you until your heart went ‘thump, thump, thump, thump, thump’…” Yan Jingyu said “thump” and patted his chest once, then threw his little foot down, carried him down from the chair, and pushed him to spin around. He pulled at his little belt. “Is it tight?”

Little Liao Chen didn’t say anything and turned back to look at him. “Why did you buy me clothes?”

“Isn’t it the new year?” Yan Jingyu pointed outside. “Look, which child doesn’t have new clothes? You’re the only little pitiful one, no one loves you, no one cares about you.”

“…” Little Liao Chen looked at him coldly. Yan Jingyu smiled again, and suddenly kissed him on the face. Little Liao Chen, caught off guard, covered his face and took two steps back, blocked by a stool. Yan Jingyu curved his lips. “But now you have me.”

When they left the clothing store, Yan Jingyu had bought a few more winter clothes, and had also paid a deposit to pick out some fabric, having clothes made for him for all four seasons of the next year. He took his hand as they went out. Little Liao Chen was still a little awkward, but he still reluctantly let him hold it.

The streets were bustling with people near the new year. Yan Jingyu pointed to a sweet osmanthus jelly stall on the side. “Do you want some?”

“I don’t eat you humans’ things.”

Yan Jingyu directly pulled him over and ordered a portion of red bean sweet osmanthus jelly. He ate it slowly with a spoon. The cold sensation made him hiss softly. He deliberately passed it in front of the other. “Wow, it’s so fragrant, so sweet, so sandy.”

Liao Chen just looked at him with a sarcastic gaze, with no intention of trying a bite at all.

This fellow was really not one to forget a grudge. Yan Jingyu even read a hint of contempt and ridicule in his eyes, as if he were scolding him for his childishness.

He had no choice but to stop. “Eat it or not. Starve to death for all I care.”

Liao Chen snorted coldly.

“If you have the guts, don’t eat it for the rest of your life!”

“I won’t eat it for the rest of my life!”

“…” Yan Jingyu slapped him on the head. Liao Chen looked up and glared at him. Yan Jingyu glared back. The big and the small glared at each other for a while. In the end, it was Yan Jingyu who softened his stance first. It was nothing else, mainly because the sweet osmanthus jelly in his hand was too cold, and he couldn’t hold on much longer. He shook his hand, held the bamboo tube of the sweet osmanthus jelly with a handkerchief, and said, “Since you are going to enter the Dao anyway, how about I take you to buy two things?”

“I don’t care for it.”

“You’re really not likable.” Yan Jingyu cursed, really wanting to knock his head off. Thinking of his pitiful appearance, he held back his anger. “The space in your jade is limited, right? How about I take you to buy a Qiankun Pouch?”

Little Liao Chen’s eyes moved. He looked at him. “I want a big one.”

“…” Yan Jingyu raised an eyebrow, his gaze softening again. He handed the sweet osmanthus jelly to the other and directly picked him up. Little Liao Chen struggled for a moment, then pursed his lips. Yan Jingyu opened his mouth and gestured for him to feed him.

Little Liao Chen had no choice but to scoop it up and feed it into his mouth. “Even if you hold me, I won’t like you.”

“I don’t care if you like me.”

He held Liao Chen purely because he had suddenly understood why he wanted a large Qiankun Pouch. The later Qiankun Pouch could also always hold so many messy things… of course, it had been specially expanded by him. There was simply no such large storage space on the market.

Because the space in the jade was too small.

At this moment, little Liao Chen’s frame was small, and his face was also small. He was clearly over two hundred years old, yet he still looked to be only five or six.

“I can’t grow up in the jade…”

He gently held him tight. If he could, he hoped that he could stay here forever, protect him as he grew up, and let him not have to go through so many messy things.

If I can let him ascend to immortality…

Forget it. This is probably Liao Chen’s fate.

While he couldn’t help but feel heartbroken, he also knew very well that staying by his side was actually hindering his growth. Liao Chen was not a person who would rely on others. Although he was heartbroken for the current little Liao Chen, he also respected the future big Liao Chen.

The heavenly thunder of Hutian slowly dissipated. The man in black in the air had a golden mark flowing in his eyes. It was precisely the Liao Chen who had successfully broken through to the demonic stage.

His gaze swept over the crowd who were still standing in place and watching, and over the Hutian City with its scattered cloud towers below. A sneer appeared on his lips. “You really have forgotten…”