Chapter 36: Beast Essence Fragrance.
“Clang—!”
Yu Qiuye stood to the side, his head shrunk down, listening to the piercing clanging in the hall.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!!!”
Du Fang was suspended in the air, being struck by ‘Lian Feng’ again and again. Both swords trembled and hummed under the man’s fierce movements.
“Is there no more?!” Liao Chen frantically whipped Du Fang’s blade, using great force each time, each sentence accompanied by an even more forceful blow. “Is there no more?! Is there no more?! Is there no more?????”
Du Fang hummed, and ‘Lian Feng’ also trembled. The two swords collided again and again, until a drop of golden blessing was squeezed out from the characters on Du Fang’s blade, carefully flowing into the glabella of the person on the bed.
“Is there more?” Liao Chen was still striking. “Take it all out! All of it!!!”
Du Fang was whipped for a long time again. The spiritual light on its blade had dimmed a lot. After exerting all its strength, it squeezed out another drop, but it was clearly much fainter than the previous one, and also mixed with a lot of ordinary sword intent.
Liao Chen still wouldn’t give up. The two swords collided frequently, and the sword light on ‘Lian Feng’ also slowly dimmed. Even though it would occasionally light up and pull itself together under its master’s violent rage, it would often return to calm in less than two moments.
The Du Fang suspended at the head of the bed finally, after squeezing out a wisp of pure sword intent that flowed into Yan Jingyu’s glabella, fell to the ground with a clang. The silver light on its body completely disappeared, as if it had become a dead sword.
Liao Chen glared at it, threw ‘Lian Feng’ heavily on the ground, and turned his face to look at Yu Qiuye.
Yu Qiuye rushed over, knelt by Yan Jingyu’s bed, and reached out to take his pulse. “Much, much better,” he stammered.
“Much better?” Liao Chen stared at him, his voice gloomy. “Then why isn’t he awake yet?”
“He, he… this time, the demonic energy has caused great damage to his soul-lamp and body…”
“You also think this Lord shouldn’t have given him demonic energy?”
“No, no, no, no, no.” Yu Qiuye shook his head repeatedly. “It’s just, it’s just…”
It’s just that since you wanted him to take revenge with his own hands, didn’t you think that the demonic energy would evaporate all his soul-fire? It was so hard to reignite his soul-fire with blessings. At this time, you should have quickly taken the opportunity to draw in spiritual energy. Couldn’t you have persuaded him to wait a few years before taking revenge?
The enemy is right there and won’t run away!!
Since you’re so indulgent with him, don’t you deserve this?!
“Smack!” Liao Chen swung his palm. Yu Qiuye was sent flying from the bedside and crashed into a nearby screen. Before he could react, Liao Chen had already flashed in front of him, his arm raised. Before Yu Qiuye could even get up, he quickly said, “It’s just that his soul-lamp is now only a wisp, and his physical body is covered in wounds. If we really can’t find a way to reignite his soul-fire, why don’t we properly repair his physical body first…”
Liao Qi Mei had always been violent. He was different from Yan Jingyu. Yan Jingyu loved to chatter when he fought, but when Liao Chen wanted to kill someone, he never said much. Not only did he not say anything himself, but he often interrupted others.
His patience was approximately zero.
Yu Qiuye covered his face. He knew in his heart that he deserved this. He should have known what his temper was like. He shouldn’t have just thought about it in his mind just now… But if he had said those words, it definitely wouldn’t have been as simple as just a slap.
You motherfcker Liao Qi Mei… you little bastard, when I enter the heart-painting realm… I will definitely hide from you!*
But no matter what, Liao Chen had finally moved his gaze away from him and looked at Yan Jingyu on the bed.
His palm flipped, and a pill with a faint green light appeared. Yu Qiuye quickly said again, “Cui, Cui, Cuiwei Pill won’t work… His physical body was burned through by demonic energy. Cui, Cui, Cuiwei Pill can’t save him…”
“Then what other methods do you have?”
Yu Qiuye did indeed have a plan, but he could clearly feel that his face was gradually swelling up, and he couldn’t even speak clearly. In the spirit of “it’s better for everyone to be beaten than for me to be beaten alone,” he said softly, “I have been in the art of painting for many years, and my medical skills have been neglected. I don’t have any good ideas for the time being. Demon Lord, Demon Lord, why don’t you ask those people outside?”
Liao Chen’s figure disappeared from the room. Outside, the various clans were talking in low voices. The great battle had just passed. Although the Demon Lord had promised that everything they snatched was their own, they also knew that with Liao Qi Mei’s personality, if he didn’t know what they had snatched, he would definitely not be at ease.
Therefore, the things could probably be taken away, but reporting was also essential.
Seeing him suddenly appear, the crowd all stood at attention. Liao Chen said coldly, “What good things did you all snatch?”
A great chaos immediately broke out in front of him. “I, I snatched a jade pendant from that husband of Ling Dannan’s. That kid is quite a sentimental one. He was already a waste himself, yet he still stood up to block a claw for Ling Dannan and had his core directly dug out by me…”
“Me, me, me, I snatched an Ice Heart Jade Lotus Armor! It was on Zeng Huacai. A few of us went up together, and he couldn’t beat us…”
“I have a Myriad-Turn Sound-Transmitting Sea Conch here…”
“What we got was a Spirit-Gathering Pagoda…”
Amidst the chatter, Liao Chen’s face grew gloomier and gloomier. The demonic pupils in his eyes opened, and double pupils appeared, sinister and terrifying. The crowd all fell silent—
Liao Chen suppressed his anger and said with restraint, “Take out all the spiritual medicines you snatched.”
The crowd scrambled to take out all the spiritual medicines they had. Numerous medicine bottles gathered in front of him. Liao Chen looked at Yu Qiuye again. The latter covered his swollen face with his sleeve and carefully identified them. “They are all useless things…”
He didn’t know if he was talking about the spiritual medicines or the people, but it successfully ignited Liao Chen. He abruptly waved his sleeve, and a group of demons and devils were all sent flying. When everyone climbed up, there were clear red marks on their faces.
“Waste—”
Liao Chen gritted his teeth, his whole body overflowing with demonic energy. The sky also gathered dark clouds because of this. The demons and devils were intimidated by the terrifying pressure. While prostrating themselves in submission, they couldn’t help but be wary, for fear that they would be crushed to dust without warning.
Yu Qiuye also clearly felt his knees go weak. He tried his best to steady himself and put on a look of having just remembered something. “His, his body isn’t cast from divine wood? Perhaps, perhaps we can go to Jiuyi Mountain to find the Qiwu flower spirit to repair the divine wood… It should have some effect.”
Liao Chen didn’t have time to think. His figure instantly returned to the room. Just as Yu Qiuye let out a sigh of relief, he heard him say coldly, “Go and summon all the famous immortal physicians of the immortal sects immediately. When this Lord returns, I want to see them in the Demon Palace.”
“Yu Qiuye, you maintain contact with this Lord at all times.”
Without time to complain, Yu Qiuye quickly said, “Yes!”
In the quiet, dense forest, the Qiwu flowers were still crawling on the ground, their buds shriveled, still in a state of never blooming. But when Liao Chen gently placed Yan Jingyu among the flowers, they immediately scrambled to climb up. He didn’t know if it was because they sensed his numerous wounds, but their movements gradually became lighter.
Liao Chen frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, “Is there anything to pay attention to?”
Yan Jingyu’s body was covered with traces of being burned by demonic energy. This time, it wasn’t just a patch of skin on his body, but even on his face, neck, and every so often, there was a dark wood grain. These wood grains were also wreathed in wisps of demonic energy, as if they would corrode him into deadwood at any moment.
He had his eyes tightly closed, his expression serene and relaxed, as if he had found a truly peaceful harbor for slumber.
Yu Qiuye, while rubbing his already recovered but still slightly aching face, looked at the sleeping man in the flower grove through the small sound-and-image mirror and thought for a long time. “Maybe, the clothes are a bit in the way?”
In fact, it was a lie. If the Qiwu flower spirit were to repair the divine wood, clothes would naturally not be considered an obstruction. But saying this would make him seem more detail-oriented and could also gain Liao Chen’s trust more.
“Actually,” Yu Qiuye casually began to flip through a book, “it would be even better if we could find a phoenix demon. The body scent of a phoenix demon can stimulate the growth of the flower spirit. And the phoenix demon itself is a treasure all over. Extracting their beast essence fragrance can also soothe his flesh, which has been polluted by demonic energy.”
“…Beast essence fragrance?”
“It’s the strong body scent that a demonic beast emits when it’s in heat. But the phoenix clan has long been extinct… As for the Qiwu flower spirit… he has a divine wood body, so his connection with the flower spirit is much closer than others. It’s also useful.”
Liao Chen fell silent. When Yu Qiuye looked at the small sound-and-image mirror again, he found that the other had already cut off his connection with him.
The Qiwu rustled. Liao Chen’s gaze fell on the face that had been corroded by demonic energy. He slowly reached out his hand and untied his belt.
Huge wings tore through the robes on his back. The Qiwu flower branches climbed up his exquisite ankles, as if exploring some secret, and quietly wrapped around them.
Yan Jingyu thought he would surely die.
But soon, he found that he seemed to have regained consciousness. This feeling was very similar to one hundred and thirty-three years ago, when he was picked up from the mountain range outside Hutian City. He couldn’t hear, smell, see, or touch… he had no five senses, but he still retained his consciousness.
Back then, he had thought it was death. But now, he realized that he might not be completely dead…
He didn’t know how long had passed. His sense of touch began to return. He felt as if he were being gently held. From the touch, his body seemed to be uncovered by any clothes. In addition, something was slowly crawling up his leg, rustling, a little itchy.
Then, his sense of smell also seemed to have recovered. It was less a sense of smell and more a kind of neurological touch. He felt a strong beastly aura, thick and oppressive. He couldn’t help but part his lips to adjust his breathing, wanting to break free from those feelings.
This aura was very dangerous… for some reason, he had such a premonition. And, it was very familiar. He seemed to have been captured by this aura before, unable to resist under the other’s pressure.
He frowned, his hands pressed against the beast’s chest. Liao Chen looked down at him and held his pushing wrist with one hand.
Yan Jingyu’s breathing was ragged, and his feet began to kick wildly. Liao Chen frowned slightly, and his huge crimson wings folded forward, completely protecting him in his embrace, his palm stroking his back again and again.
His palm was rough, but that back was exceptionally tender. Yan Jingyu struggled even more fiercely—
But his strength was too small. Liao Chen’s pinions grew from his struggle, and his breathing gradually became heavy. He forcefully held Yan Jingyu in his arms. The human race was too soft in front of a demonic beast. Even though Yan Jingyu was not a particularly soft person, his body was still shockingly soft when it scraped against the pinions.
Yan Jingyu’s face wrinkled, and his waist kept twisting. He felt that he was resisting a terrible thing, but he also clearly realized that the thing seemed to be becoming even more terrible as he twisted.
“Don’t, don’t touch me…” he said, “Let go, don’t…”
He suddenly opened his eyes.
He met a pair of double pupils overflowing with demonic energy. He reflexively retreated, but his back was supported by a large hand. The palm of that hand was clearly not human, and it was a little scratchy when it touched his back.
His pupils slightly dilated. He stared blankly at the increasingly demonic face, taking a long time to react…
“Liao Chen…?”
This was the demonized Liao Chen… His gaze fell on the pinions on the side of the other’s neck, and his eyeballs rolled strangely. He suddenly felt that this scene was exceptionally familiar. And, the other’s chest… there was no wound. He seemed to be restraining something and had not completely demonized.
Yan Jingyu twisted his face and found that he was being held by a pair of giant wings. The wings were crossed, and only a few small pinions floated down from the air. A rustling sound came from between his legs again. Only then did Yan Jingyu discover the flowers and grass wrapped around his legs. He quickly kicked hard again. Liao Chen frowned and pressed down on his leg, his voice hoarse. “Don’t move.”
“…” Yan Jingyu’s scalp tingled.
He had never thought that he would wake up again, much less that he would have to face such a self and such a Liao Chen after waking up.
The sealed memories, along with the mark that had been drawn from him, rushed back. He remembered everything.
It wasn’t him who had bullied Liao Chen, but…
He curled up his legs and subconsciously covered his chest with his hands, his mind a blank.
What is Liao Chen doing now… is, he wants to do it again?
The other’s breath suddenly came to his ear. He noticed that pinions were also beginning to appear on the other’s face, and his pupils couldn’t help but contract again.
If this continues, he’s definitely going to lose his reason again!!!!
“Liao, Liao Chen?”
His voice was trembling. Liao Chen pressed his nose close to him, his gesture unconsciously intimate. “Hmm?”
“We, why, are we here…”
Yan Jingyu was so embarrassed he could die. He could see that the other was in heat again. In the part of his memory that had awakened, Liao Chen had clearly shown that docile expression precisely because he wanted to court him.
I must not provoke him again this time…
Liao Chen seemed to have reacted. Although simple demonization would not affect his reason, the Qiwu flower would. It was clear that at this moment, his reason had once again been pushed behind his instincts. He thought for a long time before he said in a low voice, “I’m saving you.”
“Save, saving me?”
“Yu Qiuye said that the beast essence fragrance of a phoenix demon can soothe your flesh, which has been burned through by demonic energy.”
“…” Beast essence fragrance?!
What kind of stupid idea is this from old dog Yu!! The beast essence fragrance can only have a soothing effect after being extracted and processed, not released so blatantly in the Qiwu flower grove… This will only make the phoenix demon lose control!!!!
A demonic beast in heat is very scary, okay!!!
Is this damn dog trying to harm him or save him!!!!
If he hadn’t woken up today… maybe the other would have started to necrophilia under the influence of the pollen.
After the lesson from last time, Yan Jingyu knew very well that he couldn’t provoke him. After all, he was too weak. His struggles were like a kitten’s claws scratching him, only serving to arouse him… It was a little embarrassing to say this, but in the face of a demonic beast surrounded by Qiwu flowers, he could indeed only be called a cat.
He forced a smile, tried his best to curl up his body in the other’s arms, and pulled his long hair in front of his chest as a cover. He said softly, “I’m much better now. You, you can, that, restrain yourself.”
Liao Chen’s gaze fell on his chest, which was covered by his hands. His gaze moved down along his waist and abdomen, to his legs. Yan Jingyu finally saw the hand that was holding him.
His wrist was also covered with pinions, and his long, hard black nails were slightly curled. He didn’t know if it was because he was not used to his demonized appearance or what, but Liao Chen should have just wanted to place his hand casually, but his long, sharp nails gently pressed on Yan Jingyu’s leg, making the flesh of his leg sink slightly.
He subconsciously moved, and the nails scraped across the elastic flesh of his leg, leaving a faint red mark.
Liao Chen stared at it quietly, then reached out his claw again and gently scratched the tender leg…
Yan Jingyu’s whole body was covered in goosebumps.
He quickly pulled his leg back and looked at Liao Chen again, saying softly, “Liao Chen, look, I, I’m much better. You can put your wings away… and then, I’ll go out for a bit? Find some clothes or something…”
“Afraid?” Liao Chen spoke, his long, sharp nails appearing in front of him. Yan Jingyu really wanted to say no, but he still nodded.
How can I not be afraid… This thing could probably easily pierce his heart and dig out his heart and liver.
“Afraid of this… not afraid of your soul-fire being extinguished?”
How can that be the same! If my soul-fire is extinguished, it’s just death. Although this is also death, it’s so bloody. Yan Jingyu pursed his lips, but saw the sharp nails slowly extend towards his heart. He suddenly covered his heart with both his hands and stared at the claw that could no longer be called a hand.
The nails scraped across his clavicle, also leaving a red mark on it, then slowly retracted. Just as Yan Jingyu let out a sigh of relief, his tightly held wrist was suddenly pulled away by him.
Liao Chen stared at his heart and slowly lowered his head.
A hand pressed down on his head.
Yan Jingyu switched from covering himself to covering his eyes, his voice urgent. “I’m really fine, Liao Chen. Wake up, be clear-headed… please…”
His palm was also quite soft. Liao Chen felt the touch on his eyes and somewhat longed to touch his palm with the tip of his nose, his breathing deepening. Yan Jingyu glanced at the half of his face that was showing enjoyment, then looked down at the bottom, staring intently, his expression complicated.
No, it can’t be…
Could it be that only this way can he regain his reason?
Yu Qiuye, I am your mortal enemy!!!
