After Being Adopted by the Obsessive Male Lead - Chapter 13

Chang Le ran back and forth across the entire main street but couldn’t find a trace of him.

In the end, he had no choice but to return to Tangxin Villa. As evening approached, the Hundred Path Sword Debate matches had finished for the day, and more than half the seats in the tavern were filled with cultivators. With so many people around, Chang Le’s heart began to hang in suspense.

Fortunately, the disciples of the various sects in the tavern were preoccupied with drinking and chatting with their own kin, only occasionally engaging in minor bickering. No chaos broke out, and the Tianxuan Sect hadn’t sent any disciples over, which meant Jun Wang hadn’t been discovered yet.

Chang Le’s heart settled slightly as he dragged his aching legs back to the guest room. Just as he opened the door, he saw someone sitting inside.

It was Jun Wang!

The moment he recognized the figure, a streak of golden light shot directly toward his eyes. Chang Le’s pupils shrank. “Brother Jun!”

The golden light froze in mid-air, then slowed down, circling Chang Le’s neck a few times before suddenly tightening and pulling him right in front of Jun Wang.

Jun Wang studied the person before him, his face like frost. “Where did you go?”

Jun Wang’s eyes were slightly different than usual, lacking the youthful spirit and instead holding a deep, heavy intensity. He stared fixedly at Chang Le, which was bone-chilling, yet a closer look revealed his gaze wasn’t actually focused. It was simply that his aura was too overwhelming.

Chang Le caught the scent of White Pear Brew. This was… he was drunk?

He had even lied and said the White Pear Brew wasn’t strong, yet he had managed to get himself wasted!

“Brother Jun, I woke up and couldn’t find you, so I went to look for you.”

Jun Wang’s gaze flickered, shifting to the veiled hat in the young master’s hand. It was his. His cool fingers pinched Chang Le’s chin, appearing somewhat puzzled. “Why look for me?”

He asked with some hesitation, “Were you worried about me?”

The hand on his neck tightened, as if he were ready to strangle the boy if he didn’t hear a satisfying answer.

Chang Le found it increasingly difficult to breathe. Forced to look up, his nerves were pulled taut. He felt that the current Jun Wang was far more oppressive than his usual self.

“Can’t I worry about you, Brother Jun?” Chang Le managed to say.

“You worry about a Great Demon?”

Jun Wang’s cold voice exploded in his ear like a clap of thunder.

The blood in Chang Le’s body turned cold. “Brother Jun, what are you saying?”

Did the demon regain his memories, or did I let something slip?

Jun Wang didn’t speak for a long while. The grip on Chang Le’s neck suddenly loosened, and the man simply fell back, passing out cold.

“Jun Wang!”

Is it regained memories or a slip of the tongue? Give me a straight answer before you sleep!

This White Pear Brew might as well be used as an anesthetic, one drink and everyone knocks out.

Chang Le struggled to move Jun Wang onto the bed, then sat on the floor leaning against the bedframe, utterly exhausted. The sleeping Jun Wang looked like an exquisite sculpture. If Chang Le had met him in reality, he would have been more than happy to have him as a figure model.

But now, what if Jun Wang had regained his memories?

Chang Le rubbed his head in frustration, then suddenly looked up and pulled out the Record of Spiritual Talismans he had just bought. He flipped through it to see if there was such a thing as an Amnesia Talisman. He went from start to finish, finding all sorts of strange charms, but no Amnesia Talisman.

Lin Man had said that a Jun Wang with his memories restored would be a homicidal maniac. The memory-less Jun Wang was much better, at least he was somewhat reasonable and occasionally acted like a spontaneous, high-spirited youth.

Should I kill him while he’s drunk?

The thought was suppressed the moment it appeared. Qiu He was still waiting for them to bring back the Streamer Flowers. Since things had come to this, he would leave it to fate. He didn’t believe that even if Jun Wang regained his memories, the man would ignore the poison in his own body just to kill him.

The next day, the rising sun brought bright light, and the dim room gradually emerged from the shadows, becoming clear. Chang Le, who had fallen asleep with his head against the bed, shifted slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

He immediately looked toward Jun Wang on the bed. Jun Wang had just woken up and was turning his head to look over.

“Why are you sleeping hunched over like that?” Jun Wang’s voice was raspy from the alcohol, but because it was naturally resonant, it carried a hint of lazy sexiness. He looked at the young master’s messy black hair and the bright red mark pressed into his cheek from sleeping.

His dry throat moved. He instinctively reached out to smooth the hair, but halfway there, he snapped awake.

That cursed inner demon!

Chang Le was so startled by the reaching hand that his entire body tensed up. He asked tentatively, “Brother Jun, you’re awake. You were drunk, do you remember?”

“Drunk?” Jun Wang rubbed the space between his eyebrows. His head was indeed heavy. Yesterday, he had found the taste of the White Pear Brew familiar and suspected he must have had it before losing his memory. He had asked the innkeeper, but she said she hadn’t seen him before. In his desperation to find his memories, he had drunk a bit too much. He hadn’t expected to get drunk and had no recollection of what happened afterward.

But had the young master stayed by the bed to care for him all night?

“I was drunk, so I don’t remember much. Did I do anything?”

Chang Le’s heart settled heavily back into his chest. But why would Jun Wang have called himself a Great Demon? Was it the alcohol stimulating memories deep in his mind?

It was wonderful that he didn’t remember.

“Nothing, you just fell asleep from the wine. Brother Jun, hurry and get ready, we have to go to the Tianxuan Sect.”

Jun Wang’s eyes darkened slightly. “Are you in such a hurry to see that person from the Tianxuan Sect?”

“Not entirely. I also want to get the Streamer Flowers as soon as possible. Don’t you feel the same, Brother Jun?” Chang Le gave a small smile.

It was a very faint smile, his lips showing a pale pink hue, the corners only slightly upturned, making him look very obedient. But in Jun Wang’s eyes, that shallow smile seemed to hold a hidden anticipation. He really was in a rush to see his sweetheart.

Chang Le left the room and saw the cultivators in the inn leaving the tavern one after another. The two brothers from the Beast Taming Sect were just about to head downstairs. Shuo Yanfang’s gaze drifted casually toward Chang Le’s room, and sure enough, he spotted that flash of green.

“I heard yesterday that a powerful cultivator appeared in the Sword Debate, defeating a Yuanyao Palace disciple in the preliminaries,” Shuo Jinglin said suddenly.

Shuo Yanfang didn’t look away, saying dismissively, “So what? He’s only impressive because he hasn’t met me.”

“That cultivator wore a veiled hat.”

Shuo Yanfang paused and looked at his brother.

“So don’t go provoking him,” Shuo Jinglin said coldly.

Shuo Yanfang’s red pupils flared with a heat of violent intent. “Hmph, as for today’s matches, I’ll see for myself just how much talent he really has.”

Seeing Shuo Yanfang, Chang Le suddenly remembered that Yuanyao Palace disciple. A Body-Control Talisman could be summoned back, but he had forgotten all about it. Oh well, let him stay on his knees a while longer.

“Let’s go,” Jun Wang’s voice sounded.

He had changed into a set of pitch-black robes. He had also bought a black veiled hat at some point, which wasn’t fully pulled down now, revealing his sharp jawline. His red lips were slightly pursed, making him look both noble and rebellious.

Jun Wang’s gaze fell on the corners of Chang Le’s eyes. With the bright daylight, he could clearly see that the redness there hadn’t faded. The young master’s features were refined and gentle, not feminine, yet that touch of red added a hint of unintended allure. Jun Wang reached out and placed the white veiled hat on Chang Le’s head. Only after ensuring those features were hidden did he head toward the Tianxuan Sect with him.

Tianxuan Sect, Outer Sect.

The Sixth Elder, Jing Xian, was dressed in wide-sleeved white robes that snapped in the mountain wind. He stood solemnly and rigidly before the three hundred stone steps, shouting, “Three hundred steps! No flying on swords allowed!” His sharp gaze swept over the gathered cultivators. He noticed two people in veiled hats. He had heard about the rogue cultivator’s deeds yesterday.

Hiding behind a veil and refusing to show his true face—likely some practitioner of the crooked path. Jing Xian flicked his sleeve, having no liking for these two.

Chang Le sighed as he looked at the seemingly endless mountain stairs.

“What is it?” Jun Wang asked.

Chang Le looked miserable, saying with certainty, “Brother Jun, I’m not joking. I think my legs are going to snap.”

Beneath the black veil, Jun Wang couldn’t help but chuckle. He comforted him, “They won’t.” The young master had eaten so many Spirit-Refining Pills that his constitution was no longer what it used to be.

Chang Le walked for a long time and surprisingly didn’t feel tired. He almost suspected his body had been forged by the abundant spiritual energy of this book world.

Entering the majestic Inner Sect gate of the Tianxuan Sect, they were greeted by a magnificent white hall. White jade cranes stood on the eaves, looking as if they were about to take flight. Beneath the hall stood the various elders and disciples in charge of the sect.

Chang Le’s gaze scanned the distance, trying to find the Chu Heng that Lin Man had described as bright, upright, and honest. Well, based on those few words alone, it was impossible to find him!

After some formal speeches, several elders from other sects arrived and took their seats in the viewing area. Disciples from various sects surrounded the martial arts arena, waiting for the announcement of the match order. An upright Tianxuan Sect disciple stepped onto the stage holding a Spirit-Testing Stone.

“I am Chu Heng of the Tianxuan Sect. Please infuse your spiritual energy into the stone.”

Hearing this, Chang Le immediately looked up at the stage. After searching so hard, he had unexpectedly run into him.

Seeing Chu Heng leave the stage, Chang Le was eager to follow, but then he remembered Jun Wang’s status as the Demon Lord. He offered a worried reminder, “Brother Jun, as long as you make the top ten, you can get the Streamer Flowers. You don’t need to care too much about the ranking.”

Beneath the veil, Jun Wang’s dark brows furrowed. The young master doesn’t believe in my strength?

The young master had been staring at that Tianxuan Sect disciple on the stage just now. Is that person his sweetheart? He doesn’t look like much in terms of cultivation.

While Jun Wang went to compete, Chang Le retreated behind the crowd and followed the path Chu Heng had taken. On the stage, Jun Wang watched the young master’s departing back, his face darkening. He broke the arm of the cultivator he was fighting with a single strike, causing the man to scream and quickly wave the flag of surrender.

Most of the Tianxuan disciples were at the arena watching the matches, so Chang Le didn’t see many people along the way. After passing a landscape mountain with a trickling stream, he heard a woman’s voice. “Senior Brother Chu, you’re so kind. My parents are too busy with the Sword Debate to care about me, so my birthday would have been so lonely if not for you. I really love this mandarin duck bell.”

Then came a male voice. “Elder Jing Xian is doing it for the Tianxuan Sect, junior sister should be understanding. Weren’t your birthdays in previous years always very lively?”

That sounded like Chu Heng’s voice. Chang Le hurried toward the back of the mountain.

The voices continued, followed by another excited male voice. “Junior sister, I saved up spirit stones for half a year to buy this sword from the Treasure Pavilion. You… who are you?”

Three people stood behind the mountain: two men and one woman. The two men wore the blue and white Tianxuan Sect uniforms, while the woman wore a pink gauze dress with yellow bells on her wrists.

Chu Heng was indeed among them.

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