My Arch-Nemesis Cried and Begged Me Not to Die 50

Chapter 50: Tonight, shall we sleep together?

Liao Chen really wanted to die with him.

Yan Jingyu clearly felt the force of the unheld curved blade pressing against his chest, and also the force of the other holding his hand, slowly moving it towards the other’s heart.

Before Liao Chen could exert force, he suddenly withdrew his hand, put the dagger into his own storage ring, and at the same time, swept the curved blade back into the other’s Qiankun Pouch. “Alright, alright, whatever you say. Can’t I just not go?”

He found that he was a little helpless against this kind of Liao Chen. To scold him, he felt a little unbearable. To go along with him, he felt that something was strange.

In the end, he could only agree to all his conditions in a fierce tone, ran back into the hall, and directly dived into the bed curtains.

Liao Chen was also willing to go along with him. That night, he issued a decree to the Demonic Domain, asking all the clans to select some Phoenix-Beginning stage demons to come to the Demon Palace for a martial arts competition.

Not until the second day, when Yan Jingyu stood on the competition stage and saw a pile of small demons whose transformations were incomplete and who hadn’t even reached his waist, or were simply in their beast form, did he realize how absurd this matter was—

The demon race was different from the human race. Most races were born with divine power. Just like Mo Dong and Mo Xia, they had the power of the Cloud-Soaring Realm from birth. A casual cultivation would lead to the Huiyang Realm. With a little more effort, the Qianyun Realm was not a problem at all. And the Qianyun Realm was already an unattainable peak in the eyes of most cultivators.

The great clan leaders who had accompanied them to the Demon Palace were also a little confused, not understanding why Liao Chen had a sudden whim to watch the little demons play around.

But the little demons were very nervous, their small fists clenched tightly beside them, their eyes filled with both curiosity and desire, all hoping that the Demon Lord could look at them with high regard.

Yan Jingyu stood beside Liao Chen, his feet moving sideways towards him, and said in a small voice, “Are you doing this on purpose?”

Liao Chen was also quiet for a while, clearly having completely overlooked this possibility.

If Yan Jingyu were to fight with these little things for a few rounds, he might even be directly sent flying down. Then it wouldn’t just be Yan Jingyu who would be embarrassed.

“…Today.” He calmly ended this absurd matter with one sentence. “The winner will be rewarded.”

Yan Jingyu let out a sigh of relief. As long as he didn’t have to go on stage, he was quite happy to watch the fun.

And Liao Chen didn’t even want to watch the fun, so he directly disappeared from the viewing platform.

Yan Jingyu moved a stool over, and while cracking melon seeds, he leisurely gave instructions.

Sigh, this mess, I still have to hold it down by myself.

Yu Qiuye waited until Liao Chen had disappeared before he carefully came to his side and said softly, “Is the Immortal Lord well?”

“What is it?”

“It seems the Demon Lord asked these children to come over to relieve the Immortal Lord’s boredom.”

At this point, he couldn’t possibly expose his own shortcomings. Yan Jingyu grunted in acknowledgement. “Mm, he knows I like children.”

Yu Qiuye nodded. “I feel that the Demon Lord’s mood seems to be not very good these past two days?”

Yan Jingyu said, as if inadvertently, “After all, I only have eight months left. He has always wanted to have a decisive battle with me. Now his hope has been dashed… But I do feel that his temper has improved now. I thought he would take his anger out on you all because of my affairs.”

“A good temper—” Yu Qiuye, thinking of the taste of being roasted by the demonic flames, first spied around with his divine sense, then gritted his teeth and moved closer to Yan Jingyu, saying in a very, very small voice, “If we hadn’t been quick-witted, everyone would have been thrown into purgatory by now!”

Yan Jingyu’s eyes flickered slightly. “Oh?”

On the other side of the Suixing Hall, Liao Chen was casually throwing aside the Vast Expanse Book. In the past hundred years, he had almost flipped through everything recorded in the Vast Expanse Book. But at this moment, he suddenly felt that he could try again—

He squatted by the lotus pond in the hall, gazing at it with full concentration. The lotus flower was always serene and elegant, but it was clear from the flickering spiritual energy halo around its body that it was not as calm as it used to be.

“…The last spiritual medicine.” Liao Chen gazed at it, his voice murmuring, “What if?”

Although there was no hope in his eyes, his heart still beat silently.

This familiar restlessness was the palpitation that would appear every time he had a whimsical idea in the past hundred years.

His heart pounded so hard that his chest was faintly aching. He closed his eyes for a moment. Although he knew very well, it’s useless, it’s useless…

But if he didn’t try, he would always be unwilling.

After trying, he would give up.

No matter what medicine, I’ll try it. Even though he knew very well that the effect of the lotus flower was only to clear the impurities in the spiritual energy and make it purer.

His heart was burning, and the blood throughout his body was also burning. He knew very well that his heart had not actually given up, but that all the objective factors in the past one hundred and thirty-three years were denying him, forcing him to give up.

If there really is still hope, why can’t I see any of it?

His eyelashes became wet again. He took a restrained breath and slowly opened his eyes.

“You must be useful, right…” He slowly reached out his hand and said softly, “Chi Yuan raised you for so many years, and I have raised you for so many years… we have been together day and night for hundreds of years…”

His hand gently held the stem of the lotus flower. The lotus flower was as quiet as a chicken, still trying its best to maintain its composure.

Liao Chen’s hand slowly exerted force, holding its stem tightly, and slowly pulled. “Your flower dew can calm the mind and spirit. Using you as medicine can make the spiritual energy purer. Your stem, maybe it can also make the ability of the soul-lamp purer…”

“You’ve actually already become a spirit… Chi Yuan didn’t see it, and I actually didn’t see it either… only he… he has the grace of recognizing you…”

He said softly, but his hand suddenly exerted force.

The entire flower branch was pulled out by the roots. In that instant, the lotus flower, which had been so serene, suddenly bloomed. Amidst the flowing splendor, an extremely fine voice came out: “I really don’t have that ability!!!”

The voice was extremely tender. In the center of the lotus flower’s pistil, a small, finger-sized person was kneeling, his whole body also flowing with splendor, a pool of hot tears in his two eyes. “Don’t refine me. I’m useless. I’m really useless.”

Liao Chen’s expression was cold. “Whether it’s useful or not, we’ll only know after we try.”

He directly lifted the other up. The remaining flower leaves and stems were torn and broken. The little person inside let out a miserable cry. Liao Chen took out a bottle to catch its tears and said faintly, “He likes to rinse his mouth with your flower dew. We should leave some more, lest we can’t use it again in the future.”

The mud on the lotus root was cleaned off and directly thrown into the alchemy furnace. It wanted to jump out in terror, but because its attack power was insufficient, it could only watch as the lid came down.

Liao Chen threw a cluster of Samadhi True Fire inside. “He easily has feelings for everything. If I directly extract your spiritual energy, it will surely make him sad… Refining it into a pill is better for swallowing.”

At the same time, he threw the jar that had just been filled with flower dew into the lotus pond, turning it into a familiar lotus flower.

The Samadhi True Fire quickly filled the entire alchemy furnace. The lotus spirit screamed and madly racked its brains, rushing around. “I know the truth about why he can’t draw in spiritual energy!!!!!”

The lid was completely covered. The next instant, it suddenly popped open again. The alchemy furnace was directly destroyed. Liao Chen stared at the whole lotus flower floating in the air without blinking. Its whole body was limp, clearly on the verge of losing its life from being roasted by the fire.

Liao Chen threw it back into the flower pond again, took two steps over, and watched as it re-absorbed the water, crying like a pear blossom in the rain.

He said with some annoyance, “Speak.”

The lotus flower’s flower was crooked to one side, its green leaves broken, and its stem was also oozing green juice. The little person inside shrank back, his eyes watery. “It’s because of, the phoenix clan’s curse.”

Liao Chen’s eyes widened. His first reaction was, “How would you know?”

“Because I was also once a lotus flower of Jiuyi Mountain!” The lotus flower cried, “Back then, when the human race invaded Jiuyi Mountain, they stole everything that belonged to the phoenix clan, including me from the Phoenix Queen’s backyard. In order to solve the predicament of her clan, the Phoenix Queen had no choice but to form a contract from the depths of her bloodline, allowing all the trapped phoenixes to choose another path when they were being humiliated… to burn their souls into fire and return to the ruins together.”

“Why did I not know…”

“Because you were trapped in the jade. The Spirit-Nurturing Jade isolated the Phoenix Queen’s bloodline connection. And, you probably hadn’t awakened your bloodline at that time…”

“And then?”

“Do you think the phoenix clan was really just for resistance?” the lotus spirit said. “So many resentful souls of the phoenix clan wandered in the sky of the cultivation world for nearly a hundred years before they dispersed. They cursed all those who had harmed the phoenix clan. They witnessed the miserable deaths of countless people… And this last piece of divine wood is even more of a treasure of the phoenix clan. Didn’t you bring back a phoenix egg? But no matter what, you can’t activate its activity?”

Liao Chen silently reached out his hand and held up a phoenix egg that had been nurtured in his spiritual abode.

That day, when Yan Jingyu had rushed into the hall, shouting about how fierce Mo Xia was, he had been inputting spiritual energy into this egg.

The lotus spirit also looked up at the phoenix egg. “The phoenix perches on the Wutong. It’s not just because the Wutong tree is beautiful, but also because the Wutong can stimulate the activity of the phoenix clan. Because of their undying characteristic, the phoenix clan, while enjoying the protection of the Heavenly Dao, is also being constrained by the rules. If there were no Wutong divine wood in this world, then all the phoenix eggs in the world would just be dead eggs. The loss of the Wutong divine wood, although it almost wiped out the phoenix clan, also saved all the phoenixes that were buried under the Qiwu flowers… So, do you understand now? The reason he can’t draw in spiritual energy is not because the divine wood has restricted his characteristics, but because the phoenix clan has placed a curse on everything that belongs to the phoenix clan! Only by lifting the curse can he possibly return to the Great Dao…”

“Why didn’t you say so before?” Liao Chen said grimly, “He knew you had become a spirit and had been hiding it from me, always protecting you. And you just watched him…”

“Because the only way to lift the curse is to return the divine wood!” the lotus spirit said, trembling. “Return it to its original place, let the divine wood give all the remaining descendants of the phoenix clan activity. In this way, when the phoenix clan is resurrected and returns, the curse will be lifted.”

“Are you going to bury a living Yan Jingyu under the Qiwu flowers?”

Liao Chen’s expression seemed to have been suddenly pierced. He pursed his lips tightly. He had just gotten hope, but was once again thrown into the abyss, making tears roll down his eyes.

The lotus spirit cowered and looked at him. Liao Chen slowly stood up, his expression helpless and dazed.

“When the phoenix clan was annihilated, he wasn’t even born…” Liao Chen said, “Why, why does he have to bear the curse…”

The lotus spirit poked its head out and glanced at his crying expression, a look of satisfaction on its face. It began to tidy its own petals and said softly, “Who made him the child of fate of the human race…”

Liao Chen suddenly looked at him. The lotus spirit’s heart trembled. It suddenly jumped up again. “But I still have a way to save him!”

Liao Chen said slowly, “Speak.”

“Are you willing to die for him?”

The lotus spirit’s voice was very, very soft. Liao Chen stared at it again. “Go on.”

“Actually, the phoenix soul can be used as fuel for the soul-lamp…” the lotus spirit said, observing his expression. “Your physical body, which has been tempered by the phoenix soul, can also recast his body. All along, the key to saving him has been on you. As long as you are willing to die—ah, ah, ah…”

Liao Chen directly grabbed it in his hand, and his spiritual energy squeezed it until its expression twisted. Liao Chen approached him dangerously. “I can die, but he must die with me. If I live, he can live. If I die, he must die.”

“But, but this is the only way…”

“Your expression doesn’t look like this is the only way.” Liao Chen said sinisterly, “Don’t learn from him and take revenge on this Lord, because you really will die. Do you understand?”

The lotus spirit shrank its head. “Really, really, this is the only way…”

“Have you forgotten the prerequisite for you to be released from the alchemy furnace?”

The Samadhi True Fire appeared again. The lotus spirit said quickly, “Yes, yes, there is another way. I’m telling the truth, there really is another way!”

The Samadhi True Fire was still suspended above its head, clearly not just a scare. Liao Chen’s expression clearly became more impatient.

It said quickly, “You can, you can use the Vermilion Bird’s divinity. That’s even better than the phoenix soul… You, you tore off your half-demon bloodline back then. Now you have two physical bodies. If you use one of them to cast a body for him, and then use the divinity to infuse his soul, you can definitely save him. But…”

“Liao Chen?”

A sound suddenly came from outside. Liao Chen suddenly threw it into the lotus pond, reached out and dug into the mud to put its stem back in, and at the same time, quickly repaired its broken leaves.

When Yan Jingyu walked into the Suixing Hall with a gentle pace, Liao Chen had just stood up from the side of the lotus pond, gazing at him with a calm expression.

“…” Yan Jingyu looked at his extremely calm expression, then at the intact lotus flower behind him, which was still swaying in the wind. His heart suddenly jumped. He quickly went up and grabbed Liao Chen’s hand, pulling him to the bedside, and at the same time, he kept winking at the blooming lotus spirit.

The lotus spirit was a little slow to react. It quickly closed its blooming petals and returned to its former appearance.

Yan Jingyu let out a sigh of relief and gently pressed Liao Chen down on the edge of the bed.

Although Yu Qiuye didn’t know if Liao Chen had actually done that thing, he already had the answer in his heart.

He looked at the Liao Chen in front of him, thinking that he absolutely could not directly comfort him, otherwise he would surely cry again. He also couldn’t question him, because if Liao Chen were willing to tell him, he would have told him from the beginning and would definitely not wait until he asked…

He bent down slightly, his gaze as gentle as if he were looking at a child. Liao Chen glanced at the lotus flower, his gaze turning back. He suddenly met his gaze, and his heart skipped a beat. “…?”

“You, didn’t you want to go and live a mortal life with me?” Yan Jingyu coughed softly. “Then, what identity should we use to enter the world?”

“…” Liao Chen’s eyelashes flickered. He wanted to say something, but closed his mouth again, still acting quiet.

Sigh. Yan Jingyu felt a little heartbroken. He reached out his hand. Liao Chen looked at his hand, then pressed his face against his hand. At the same time, he threw the question back. “What identity do you think is better?”

His voice was hoarse, with an inexplicable hint of seduction.

“…We’ve fought for so many years.” Yan Jingyu’s fingers were pressed against his cheek. “Why don’t we just be brothers this time? How about it?”

“…” Liao Chen’s brow furrowed imperceptibly, his eyelashes lowered, and he was silent.

“Then, it can’t be father and son, can it…” Yan Jingyu squatted down, his hands on his knees, and looked up at him, his expression a little embarrassed.

Liao Chen’s eyelids narrowed slightly, then quickly opened again. He said in a low voice, “Whatever I say, you’ll be willing?”

“…Mm.” Anyway, I’m about to die. What’s the point of identity? He looked at Liao Chen with a soft gaze. “As long as you can be a little happier, I’m fine with anything.”

“Ahem.” Liao Chen pursed his lips, suppressed the rising corners of his mouth, his expression still calm, even sad. “My demonic nature tells me that you are my partner.”

Still demonic nature… Yan Jingyu nodded. “Alright, then we’ll be Daoist companions in the future. Hmm, I mean, in the eyes of outsiders.”

“Not Daoist companions.” Liao Chen said, “Partners.”

“Partners…?”

“When we enter the world, I can confuse their concept of gender. In the future, you will be… Mrs. Liao.”

“…” Yan Jingyu’s scalp tingled, his expression embarrassed. “Do, do we have to, be like this?”

Liao Chen’s eyelashes were lowered, and he didn’t speak again.

“Alright, alright.” Yan Jingyu reached out and stroked his face. “Mrs. Liao it is. Anyway, anyway, with your illusion, they won’t recognize us…”

“Mm.” Liao Chen said very seriously, “No one will know you are Immortal Lord Dufang, and no one will know I am the Lord of the Demonic Domain.”

“Mm.” Yan Jingyu nodded, his gaze gentle and worried. “Are you feeling better now?”

“…” Liao Chen pinched himself, his eyes lowered. Yan Jingyu quickly reached out. “Aiya, you, what on earth do you want? I’ve already agreed to you…”

“I’m just very tired…”

His wet eyes looked at him. Yan Jingyu hesitated for a moment, then finally sat beside him and hugged him.

Liao Chen immediately buried his face in his chest, at the same time stretching out his long arms to hug his waist, and said in a very, very low voice:

“Tonight, shall we sleep together?”