My Arch-Nemesis Cried and Begged Me Not to Die 73p1

Chapter 73 Part 1: Believe it or not, I’ll feed you with my mouth.

Yan Jingyu had no intention of continuing to be angry with him. When he arrived at the Fusheng Tavern, he only asked for a seat in the main hall.

The Fusheng Tavern was the only producer of Nine Heavens Immortal. There was also a special formation in the tavern. Guests who entered the Fusheng Tavern, regardless of whether they were sitting by the window or not, could experience the feeling of a window seat through the spatially altered formation.

It was just past mealtime, and the window seats were not full. Yan Jingyu walked straight to a south-facing empty window, placed Xiao Guai and the bird cub on the table, and called someone to order a pot of Nine Heavens Immortal and several signature dishes.

Liao Chen had no intention of touching his chopsticks. Yan Jingyu first placed the plates in front of the two little ones and got them something to eat. Then he served Liao Chen some food. “This fish dish should be new. I haven’t tried it yet.”

Liao Chen glanced at his own bowl and listened to his soft words. He finally picked up his chopsticks. “Is this your first time here since you returned to Hutian?”

“Mm.” Yan Jingyu finally started to eat himself. The fish was steamed soft and tender, the flesh plump and smooth. It should have been marinated in advance. The outside was a rich soy sauce flavor, and the inside also had a faint floral fragrance, which perfectly neutralized the fishy smell of the fish. One bite, and he was happy.

Liao Chen glanced at the satisfied and content expression on his face from the food, and finally couldn’t resist. He lowered his head and took a bite.

“In the future, when you are with me, you will eat what I eat. Don’t let those past events make you miss the real delicacy.”

Liao Chen did not speak.

He had no particular expectations for food. He could survive on raw meat before abstaining from food. Later, after stealing a fire seed from the human race, he discovered that roasted meat seemed to be more delicious. But his talent was also quite good. After abstaining from food, there was no reason to eat the food of the human race anymore. Every day, besides cultivating, he was still cultivating.

Yan Jingyu served him another piece of braised pork. “This is also delicious. It’s their shop’s signature dish. I used to be able to eat a big bowl of rice with this!”

He had gradually figured out the true way to get along with Liao Chen.

This fellow was clearly a powder keg… as long as he showed a little bit of anger, he could instantly detonate him. But if there were no sparks, he would be very quiet and honest.

Clearly, just now he had been forcing him to open his Heavenly Mandate Eyes, but as soon as Yan Jingyu went silent, he became quiet. If he were a little nicer to him, it was as if he would let himself be kneaded and shaped at will.

Just as Liao Chen could always read him, he also understood what Liao Chen was thinking.

He was not at ease with Yan Jingyu. Every word he said revealed this. Because Yan Jingyu was no longer the waste who lived in his palm. He had become the Immortal Lord Dufang, an existence who stood side by side with him, and at the same time, could also kill him.

He himself was an extremely insecure person. He had experienced so many years of turmoil as a child. He had finally become the Demon Lord, but he only lived alone in the Suixing Hall. The only person he could trust was his own second cultivation body… and in the end, he had even disappeared for the sake of saving Yan Jingyu.

The biggest difference between him and Yan Jingyu was that if Yan Jingyu were to draw the other into his own territory, he would show great tolerance. Although he was always full of tricks when facing his enemies, he would spare no effort. But Liao Chen, when he drew the other into his own territory, would frequently mark, repeatedly confirm, and ensure at all times that the other was within his reach.

“Is it delicious?” Watching him slowly take a bite of the braised pork, his lips stained with soy sauce, Yan Jingyu asked curiously. He really didn’t understand how Liao Chen could suppress his desire for food… but then, he remembered the Flame-Sealing Thousand-Thorn Grass that had been deeply embedded in his skin, strangling his flesh into a twist. His heart had an answer.

It was because of hatred.

More so, perhaps, it was fear.

Yan Jingyu had once faced his fear of Liao Chen under his mother’s guidance. But Liao Chen probably had never thought about why he always had so much hostility towards the world. His mother said that he had already obtained everything just by standing there, while Liao Chen needed to fight against the world to prove that he was alive. He pointed his sword at the vast sea and fought any enemy he met. In the end, it was because he had long been accustomed to licking blood from the tip of his sword.

He would be at ease in pain, because pain could tell him that he was still alive, that he had not been swallowed by a wild beast while fighting for food, nor had he been cheated of his flesh and blood by the human race while wandering the mortal world.

“It’s alright.” Liao Chen put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. Yan Jingyu glanced at the remaining half piece of meat. “Too greasy?”

As he spoke, he served him some vegetables. “Eat it together.”

Liao Chen paused for a moment, then picked up his chopsticks again and continued to eat.

“You before…” Yan Jingyu chose his words carefully and probed, “the food you tried, was it because of me?”

Of course, he had also investigated Liao Chen. Liao Chen could clearly state his preferences, but he never knew what Liao Chen really loved to eat. He only knew that he would occasionally try some food, and there was no pattern. But at this moment, having regained the Heavenly Mandate, he only then discovered that the red bean sweet osmanthus jelly that Liao Chen occasionally tried was his favorite, and the sweet green bean soup and fresh meat shaobing were also things he had often eaten during that time.

Those were the only few times he remembered Liao Chen eating.

Liao Chen suddenly looked up at him, his eyes full of vigilance and sharpness. But the moment he met Yan Jingyu’s eyes, all the sharpness was restrained.

He did not see any hostility or teasing on Yan Jingyu’s face, only a curiosity to get to the bottom of things, and a hint of gentleness.

“…” He pursed his lips and finally continued to eat coldly, spitting out a short “mm.”

The old ugly freak liked to eat red bean sweet osmanthus jelly, and Yan Jingyu also liked to eat red bean sweet osmanthus jelly. Back then, he had not eaten the old ugly freak’s red bean sweet osmanthus jelly. Later, seeing Yan Jingyu so fond of cold things, he had only then developed a brief curiosity for sweet osmanthus jelly.

He had once stood in front of a sweet osmanthus jelly shop for a long time, and had also looked at the sweet green bean soup stall from afar. And that fresh meat shaobing, he had even observed it for nearly two weeks.

Every time he passed by, he couldn’t help but cast his gaze, thinking of Yan Jingyu’s eyes, which would slightly narrow due to the pure taste of the food, and also his happy and pleasant expression when he took a big bite.

He didn’t understand why Yan Jingyu, as an immortal lord, liked to eat so much… How on earth had Hutian raised him, to be able to raise him to have such ice skin and jade bones, and to be so sought after.

Could food be more exciting than fighting with him?

Why did Yan Jingyu seem to be able to be happy so easily? Why was he always so easily satisfied? Why… did he himself have to put in so much effort just to be a little happier?

He had once been almost madly jealous of everything Yan Jingyu had.

Clearly, he had worked very hard. Clearly, his cultivation techniques were all advanced by him gritting his teeth. Clearly, he was the one who was down-to-earth, diligent, and willing to work hard. Clearly, Yan Jingyu was always one step behind him. Clearly, Yan Jingyu’s aptitude should not be as good as his. But why, why was it that every time Yan Jingyu fought with him, he would break through a realm?

Every time, he thought that his cultivation was higher than Yan Jingyu’s. Even if it was just a little bit, he had a way to kill Yan Jingyu.

He didn’t know when it started, but Yan Jingyu had become a nightmare that he couldn’t get rid of…

He still remembered that crimson-eyed demon lord. They had once come to Hutian together.

“Liao Qi Mei, have you seen it? That is the Yan Clan of Hutian, that is the young master of the Yan Clan, and this is his birthday banquet! The rosy clouds fill the sky, and auspicious signs gather… he is the true heaven-sent prodigy… and you are just a dog under this Lord’s seat.”

“So what if you are a demonic cultivation prodigy? So what if you became famous at a young age? So what if you can kill ten thousand immortal sect members with a single finger? You are destined to be no match for him! He was born with the Heavenly Mandate Eyes and is a child of the Heavenly Dao. You are just a whetstone sent by the Heavenly Dao to help him… that’s all.”

“One day, you will die under his sword.”

“Hahahaha, you really are his whetstone! He has actually broken through another realm. My dear apprentice, you are just a joke… cultivate, cultivate. You cultivate day and night, suffering both physically and mentally, while he only needs to fight with you once to easily reach your height. You cultivate desperately, and in the end, it’s just to help him break through. It’s always like this, always like this, hahahaha…”

“You are afraid of being surpassed by him, afraid of helping him break through again, afraid that one day you will die under his sword… Unfortunately, the will of heaven is hard to defy… this is your destined fate. No matter how diligent, how hardworking, how unwilling you are, you will never be able to kill him.”

“The Heaven-Devouring Cauldron is destroyed! He destroyed my Heaven-Devouring Cauldron!” That was the first time Chi Yuan had blatantly bared his fangs at him. He had snatched the Soul-Tethering Lock from Yin Shi’s hand and whipped him frantically. His soul was repeatedly drawn out from his physical body, and then swayed back. “He infiltrated the Demon Palace! And you didn’t even notice! He is your mortal enemy. You will never be able to kill him in this life. you can’t even recognize him! You waste! Did I raise you to provide nourishment for others?! Waste, waste, waste! Waste!”

He didn’t know how long had passed. His hands, which had been hanging from the chains, finally regained feeling, and he fell onto the foul-smelling, dark stone ground of purgatory, which had been soaked in blood for years. Chi Yuan carefully helped him up, stroking his face with pity, but his eyes were crazed. “I’ll give you one last chance. Kill him at all costs. Can you do it?”

His face was pale, his whole body covered in bloody marks, his voice hoarse. “Your apprentice remembers.”

Chi Yuan’s lips curved into a smile, his eyes staring straight at him. “He has returned to Hutian and will not enter the world again. Do you have a plan in your heart?”

“He cultivates the path of the common people, saving tens of thousands.” Liao Chen’s face, which was covered in wounds, had a pious expression, his voice serious. “I will pass a mountain, slaughter a mountain, pass a city, destroy a city. The tens of thousands of mountain sects, the common people of the world, are all weapons of slaughter.”

Chi Yuan’s eyes overflowed with a smile, and his face was also filled with a twisted excitement. “Good! Good! Good! Go and slaughter the cities, go and annihilate the sects, go and force him out. Remember, this time…”

“Either you die, or he dies.”

The man in black turned, his tall figure filled with pressure. He turned his head to look. “Before Yan Tingxuan ascends to immortality, I want to hear the news of his death.”

“Liao Chen? Liao Xiao Mei?”