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My Arch-Nemesis Cried and Begged Me Not to Die 26p1


Chapter 26 Part 1: Liao Chen, you really want to touch me right now.

There was only one white jade bed in Liao Chen’s room, but it was clearly not for sleeping. In the past, he only sat on it to meditate and cultivate.

Because of the matter of breaking with Qin Zhongyou, Yan Jingyu was in a bad mood, and Liao Chen had no intention of paying him any attention.

He rested his forehead on the table and slept. He was woken up in the middle of the night when his arm slipped. When he woke up in a daze, he saw that Liao Chen was still sitting upright on the jade bed.

It was quiet around them. The snowstorm had stopped at some point. Through the half-open window, he could see a sky full of starlight.

This was the first clear night Yan Jingyu had seen since he came to the Demon Palace. Although he could still see resentful demons stopping at the window from time to time, without the harsh environment as a backdrop, they looked like clumsy elves wandering in the darkness. The twisted mist formed a face that looked left and right, still with an unwitting malice, baring its teeth, but the impact it gave was much weaker.

Yan Jingyu propped his arms up and sat at the desk, looking at the feather jade in his hand. From time to time, he would look up at the focused Liao Chen.

The pills had already been refined. Liao Chen had a suspicious look on his face before eating them, but judging from the spiritual light circulating around his body, he had clearly tasted the sweetness now. He had finally repaid a small part of the life-saving grace.

A faint spiritual light shone at his fingertips.

Liao Chen had no intention of erasing the mark. After all, he had also cultivated as an immortal. Now, with just a thought, he could call upon the spiritual energy inside. This feeling was actually not bad, but whenever he thought that Liao Chen had left something in his soul-lamp, he felt very strange.

…What on earth is this thing?

Yan Jingyu’s fingers touched and left it again and again. The spiritual energy clung to his fingers like a lotus root breaking, its threads still connected.

Undoubtedly, all of this had happened after they came out of Jiuyi Mountain. But when he started to try to explore that memory, he only had a few simple fragments.

For example, Liao Chen’s gaze was exceptionally gentle, and could even be called docile…

He saw the other squatting beside him, carefully placing the spiritual fruits one by one.

He saw himself stepping on the other’s shoulder, and the other leaning towards him, gently touching his forehead with his.

He saw a vast expanse of climbing vines, and the flame-like flowers blooming in them.

He also saw Liao Chen looking like a good baby—cough, in short, he was very, very well-behaved, and even took the initiative to open his Qiankun Pouch for him to take things…

He glanced at the current Demon Lord sitting upright in front of him.

Thinking of his past annoying words and actions…

It was too much of a disconnect.

Yan Jingyu was about to suspect that something was wrong with his own brain.

How could Liao Chen be like that! Yan Jingyu had always thought that inside the barrier, he must have been bullied very fiercely. But why was the tip of the iceberg he had finally managed to uncover a scene of him bullying the other?

Liao Chen, on the other hand, was respectable, gentle, and even tolerant…

Yan Jingyu rubbed his hair.

He really wanted to ask Liao Chen what had happened, but remembering that Liao Chen had revealed that he had been hollowed out because he had tried to kill him, he suddenly felt that it was probably more his fault…

And he didn’t have any injuries on him. On the other hand, Liao Chen’s face had been particularly terrible after they came out, as if he were silently enduring some great humiliation.

…Why would he feel humiliated?

Yan Jingyu twisted and turned on the table, trying hard to explore that memory, but there were still only a few fragments going back and forth. His head was starting to hurt from thinking. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his ear: “Hungry?”

Yan Jingyu looked up and only then did he realize that Liao Chen had briefly ended his meditation. “Eat something first.”

He followed the other’s gaze and saw that a food box had been brought in at some point. Liao Chen was unwilling to let people find out that he was healing, so he would obviously not let anyone enter the back hall. This must have been brought in by him personally.

Yan Jingyu couldn’t help but feel happy. As he reached for it, he said, “Thank you, benefactor.”

Liao Chen didn’t say anything. Yan Jingyu placed the dishes one by one, and his eyes lit up again. “Red bean sweet osmanthus jelly!”

The one brought last time was plum blossom flavored. This time, it was actually his favorite red bean. He glanced at Liao Chen again, as if he had completely forgotten all the unpleasantness that had happened before. “Do you want some?”

Liao Chen closed his eyes, and a spiritual light appeared around his body again, clearly not preparing to have much conversation with him.

So Yan Jingyu began to eat by himself.

He lowered his head and ate, mouthful by mouthful. But a strange emotion began to ferment in his heart.

Breaking with Qin Zhongyou was not without its effects on him. He knew he had done the right thing, and he knew it was for the best for everyone. But he had not expected that the first meal Liao Chen gave him would have his favorite red bean flavored cold dish from his youth.

He picked up his chopsticks, his mouth constantly moving.

Liao Chen had looked over at him again at some point.

A handkerchief silently floated towards him.

Yan Jingyu stopped his movements, looked at it for two moments, then reached out and grabbed it, blowing his nose hard. The handkerchief, brushed by spiritual light, became clean as new again and rested steadily by his hand.

Neither of them spoke.

Not until he had finished his meal did Yan Jingyu put the plates back into the food box one by one, leaving only the red bean sweet osmanthus jelly that was about to melt. He carefully held it up and gently took a small mouthful.

It was a little different from what his mother had made. Hers always made Yan Jingyu feel that something was not quite right, either too sweet or not sandy enough. Whenever this happened, the other would tap his forehead, scold him for being picky, and at the same time, scold his father, telling him to give him more homework so he wouldn’t just nitpick all day.

But the sweet osmanthus jelly at this moment tasted extremely good, so good that he couldn’t find any fault with it.

He even felt that this was the best sweet osmanthus jelly he had ever eaten.

Whether it was the sweetness, the iciness, or the feeling of the red bean paste sliding across his tongue, it was the most perfect he had ever tasted in his life.

His face was calm and satisfied. He seriously swallowed the last mouthful of ice and looked at the empty bowl, suddenly feeling a little lost.

In fact, he rarely picked on anything now. No matter where he slept, he felt at ease. No matter what he tasted, he felt it was excellent.

The feather jade suddenly gently wrapped around his finger again. Even the iciness in his stomach seemed to be relieved. Yan Jingyu suddenly thought of something and couldn’t help but say, “This… what on earth is this thing?”

Before, he had thought it was a sacred object of the phoenix clan, so it had a protective effect. But this thing could actually be used as an external spiritual sea, and even allow a waste like him to draw spiritual energy from it. This was no longer as simple as just a sacred object.

It wasn’t that it was better than a sacred object, but that the use of a sacred object was generally broader. If it was just an external spiritual sea, it would be of little use to most cultivators, unless it was something created specifically for someone without cultivation.

Then it had a rather personal specificity, and naturally could not be called a sacred object.

“It is my fetal jade.”

Liao Chen’s voice was calm, but Yan Jingyu suddenly felt as if he had been burned. He stared at him with wide eyes. “Fetal, fetal jade?”

Fetal jade was also known as a companion jade, which was a protective jade that had already appeared beside a child before it was born.

This was generally something that parents who loved their children very much would specially prepare… But the main purpose of this jade pendant was actually an external spiritual sea. Phoenix cubs had unique talents when they were born, so they didn’t need this at all.

“Mm.” Liao Chen said, “I am not a pure-blooded phoenix. Back then, my mother fell in love with a human and even became pregnant with his child. Because of this, she was ostracized by the phoenix clan. She was worried that I would be bullied after I was born, so she specially went to Kunlun Mountain to steal a Spirit-Nurturing Jade, placed it in her womb to coexist with me, so that it could be used as an external spiritual sea before I awakened my bloodline.”

Yan Jingyu was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously, “This is actually a Spirit-Nurturing Jade…”

The Spirit-Nurturing Jade of Kunlun Mountain only grew to the size of a palm every thousand years. If it were made into an artifact and placed in the womb before a child was born, it could connect with the child’s bloodline, and as time went on, it would be able to feel the owner’s will more and more. In general, the longer the break-in period, the better it was.

So it wasn’t the jade pendant that was close to him, but…


My Arch-Nemesis Cried and Begged Me Not to Die

My Arch-Nemesis Cried and Begged Me Not to Die

宿敌哭着求我不要死
Status: Completed Author: Native Language: Chinese

By the time I made a name for myself in the immortal sects, he was already a demonic cultivation prodigy, his infamy known throughout the lands. Our paths crossed at the height of our respective powers. We fought over the Endless Sea for ten days and ten nights. He shattered my Golden Core; I pierced his Spiritual Abode.

Neither of us came out ahead.

He was spirited away by the guardians of the Demonic Realm. After a century in seclusion, he re-emerged as the new Demon Lord—a name that made all who heard it tremble.
As for me, I dragged my broken, ailing body into obscurity, eking out a meager existence in a small, unknown sect, with only a few years left to live.

We met again at a bustling Grand Cultivation Assembly. Countless old acquaintances failed to recognize me, but he spotted me in an instant. Without hesitation, he sent a palm strike flying my way.

With a sickening thud, I was sent flying, vomiting blood, and I fainted on the spot.

When I opened my eyes, he was standing over me, his expression thunderous. "How did you become such a waste?!"

Between wracking coughs that felt like they were tearing my ruined lungs apart, I managed to roll my eyes. "Just as you wished. I'm dying."

He refused to accept it. He went to incredible lengths to retrieve my long-lost sword, insisting I fight him one more time. Forced to comply, I took it. With a loud clang, the once-familiar blade slipped from my hand and fell to the ground.

His eyes widened in shock. I met his gaze, unflinching.

That's right. I can't even hold a sword anymore.

I had long since accepted my fate, but he refused to give up. He became obsessed, forcing priceless immortal elixirs down my throat, searching realms for miracle workers to heal me. While he was at it, he even annihilated the old enemies who had massacred my clan.

I was a little touched. "You're being so good to me. Don't tell me you've fallen for me?"

"Bullshit!" His face twisted. "I just want to beat you fair and square again! Yan Jingyu, if you're going to die, you can only die at my hands!"

As my final day drew nearer, he grew so anxious he couldn't sleep at night, his hair falling out in clumps.
Meanwhile, I ate well and slept soundly. I spent my days strolling through his demonic palace, teasing the local demons and monsters, and lazily awaiting my end.

With half a year left, I saw him sitting on the roof, staring blankly into the distance. I stood below and opened my arms. "Hey! Get me up there!"

He glanced at me, and for once, his usual ferocious cruelty was gone. Wordlessly, he lifted me up with a wave of his hand.

I settled down beside him and, as cheekily as ever, used the nickname he despised. "Liao Xiao Mei*, I'm really dying. You should stop wasting your..."

[Translator's Note: The nickname "Liao Xiao Mei" literally means "Liao Little Beauty," a very feminine and demeaning name for a powerful Demon Lord.]

Before I could finish, this infamous lord of an entire realm lowered his head, and tears began to fall like rain.

Me: "..."

Wait, no— Fine! I'll train properly, okay? I'll do my best to get back to my peak before I die and give you that satisfying fight you want!

Hey, hey, hey, just stop crying already...

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