After Forcibly Taking The Beautiful, Powerful, And Tragic Demon Lord As A Concubine - Chapter 1

The Wedding Night

“The auspicious hour has arrived! Send them to the bridal chamber!”

The sounds of suona horns and drums erupted in succession near his ears. Lin Xueqing felt a sudden, forceful shove against his back. In the next second, he stumbled and staggered into an extraordinarily peculiar room.

Before his eyes: Everything was of an ancient style, featuring furniture without a hint of modern flair. Every piece of furniture was covered in “Double Happiness” stickers.

In his ears: Even through the doors and windows, the cacophonous chatter of the crowd outside drifted uncontrollably into Lin Xueqing’s ears.

“This kid really got a bargain!”

“Who says he didn’t? That is the most famous number one beauty in the cultivation world. How could this unskilled, worthless brat have the merit to embrace such a beauty?”

“Tsk tsk, it’s all because he has a powerful mother.”

“That’s true. Elder Lin’s abilities have become increasingly formidable in recent years…”

As Lin Xueqing listened, things felt more and more off.

Wait.

What did they mean by “Elder Lin”? And what was this “number one beauty of the cultivation world”?

Was he dreaming? Why was he dreaming about such bizarre things?

A light breeze drifted in from the window. The cool evening wind helped sober him up from the alcohol, and a sliver of Lin Xueqing’s reason returned to him.

He remembered that he had been drinking last night.

Actually, Lin Xueqing never liked drinking. Because years ago, his father had passed away in a car accident due to drunk driving, taking his mother with him. Lin Xueqing was only sixteen that year, just starting high school.

His grades weren’t exceptionally outstanding, but he had worked hard to get into a key high school. If nothing had happened at home, he should have finished his studies smoothly and, at the very least, gotten into a first-tier university.

However, heavens have unpredictable storms. His parents died in a car crash—drunk driving, a self-inflicted disaster. Out of a family of five, the two pillars of support vanished instantly.

Out of necessity, Lin Xueqing, as the eldest brother, was forced to abandon his studies and take on the role of looking after his younger siblings at a young age.

Over the years, he had worked in factories turning screws and served as a salesman. He delivered takeout, shook milk teas, and acted in short online dramas. Finally, in his twenty-third year, once the youngest brother had passed the university entrance exam, Lin Xueqing could finally lift the heavy burden off his shoulders.

He was so happy. So, he drank a bit of fruit-flavored sparkling wine. The alcohol content wasn’t high—only 3%.

But how could a 3% drink make him this drunk?

Lin Xueqing widened his eyes and stared intently at the “bride” sitting on the wooden carved bed directly in front of him, nearly popping his eyeballs out.

“Holy cow, no wonder so many people love drinking.” “But nobody ever said drinking would get you a bride!”

Unfortunately, Lin Xueqing thought, he didn’t know if the ‘God of Fruit Wine’ knew he was gay. If they did, could the person under that red bridal veil be a handsome guy?

Another gust of cold wind blew in from the window. Lin Xueqing’s mind cleared a bit more. According to his rational judgment, this was a dream. Definitely.

If it weren’t a dream, how could someone like him—a gay man with heavy family burdens and a low education level—get married? Moreover, this wasn’t a typical wedding; it was a marriage ceremony in the ancient style!

Thinking of this, Lin Xueqing’s confused heart settled down. Since it was a dream, even if the Jade Emperor ruled heaven and earth, he couldn’t rule over his dreams, right?

“Wife, hehe—”

Lin Xueqing let out a silly laugh. His curiosity about what the person under the red veil looked like reached a fever pitch. Since he couldn’t get it in reality, he decided to investigate thoroughly in his dream.

Thus, with footsteps made excessively light and airy by the alcohol, he picked up the high-quality jade ruyi scepter placed on the red cloth on the table. Step by step, he staggered toward the “bride” on the carved bed.

As the distance closed, the “bride’s” figure became clearer.

Lin Xueqing soon discovered, without much surprise, that the person before him was not a “bride” but a “groom.” Even beneath the crimson veil, the hair was like a flowing waterfall, but there was a glaring Adam’s apple on the throat. Beneath the red wedding robe, the shoulders were as broad as the Pacific Ocean—far wider than his own.

If this were a woman, he would have truly seen a ghost!

It didn’t matter, though. Lin Xueqing was gay, after all. In a gay man’s beautiful dream, marrying a handsome man instead of a beautiful woman was perfectly normal, wasn’t it?

He just wondered what kind of face this handsome guy had. Was he the strikingly handsome type, or the sunny and cheerful type? Did he look like Takeshi Kaneshiro or Daniel Wu?

The closer he got, the more excited and nervous he became. Just as he reached the groom, a powerful impulse nearly dominated his mind, making him itch to lift the veil with the jade ruyi immediately.

Unfortunately, this dream was too vivid; even the red wedding robes Lin Xueqing wore were simulated realistically. Being a modern person, he wasn’t used to wearing ancient clothing. Combined with his unstable footing, as he tried to take a step forward, the long robes tripped him.

He fell flat on his face right then and there!

“Holy sh*t—” Fortunately, the future groom had the red veil over his head and didn’t see this pathetic moment.

Coming to his senses, he hurriedly scrambled up. Sadly, the jade ruyi in his hand had shattered.

“Peace through the broken pieces, peace through the broken pieces,” Lin Xueqing muttered the auspicious saying while not forgetting to comfort the groom. “Don’t be alarmed, wife. Your husband will clean up this jade ruyi and come to you immediately.”

The night breeze sighed. The flame of the wedding candle flickered twice and soon settled. Lin Xueqing received no response from the groom, but he didn’t mind. It was a dream; he couldn’t expect the people in his dream to talk back.

Without another word, he quickly cleaned up the shards of the jade ruyi. Ensuring there wasn’t a single fragment left on the floor, he trotted back to the groom.

“Your husband is here,” he said gleefully. “But since the jade ruyi broke, I’ll use my hands to lift your veil. You don’t mind, do you?”

Naturally, the person under the veil still gave no response. Lin Xueqing wasn’t annoyed; he was fully performing a one-man show.

He grumbled to himself, “You probably won’t mind. I didn’t do it on purpose.” Having said that, he took a long, deep breath and said politely, “Alright, I’m going to do it now.”

As expected, there was no reply. Lin Xueqing had grown accustomed to it. At this point, he just wanted to see how realistic this dream could actually be.

Of course, Lin Xueqing admitted he wasn’t without his own selfish desires. He had never been in a relationship in his life. He was a “womb-solo” single. Excluding characters in 2D novels, he hadn’t even had a crush in twenty-three years. So, he really wanted to see what kind of face his groom had in the dream.

“Could it be that once I lift the veil, it’ll be Ye Mingjing? Haha.”

Probably not.

Lin Xueqing thought. Ye Mingjing was a character in a novel, and a major villain at that. Even if he liked him, he couldn’t be so crazy as to dream of a “ghostly” wedding scene with Ye Mingjing.

Yes, “ghostly.” No exaggeration. Because in the original novel, according to the plot, there was only one man who entered a wedding night with the number one beauty and former number one powerhouse of the cultivation world, Ye Mingjing—

And that was a certain disposable minor cannon fodder whose family ended up being thrown into a pigsty!

Lin Xueqing knew quite a bit about that cannon fodder’s fate. The cannon fodder came from a family of alchemists and was the precious only son of a Grand Elder in a sect. They say an indulgent mother ruins her child, and this was perfectly exemplified in that character.

He clearly could have relied on his family and his mother’s influence to be a “slacker youth” in the cultivation world. Even with poor cultivation talent, he could have comfortably reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Unfortunately, this cannon fodder wasn’t satisfied. He had no talent but was blinded by lust, setting his sights on the number one beauty of the cultivation world, Ye Mingjing.

If this had happened a hundred years ago, let alone the cannon fodder, even his mother and the entire cannon fodder family wouldn’t have dared to have a single crooked thought about Ye Mingjing.

Regrettably, this happened a hundred years later.

A hundred years ago, the first Great War between Righteousness and Demons broke out. The demonic cultivators had gathered strength for years and launched a sudden sneak attack during the “Dao Inquiry Assembly,” a grand social gathering of the righteous path.

One side was prepared; the other had been lax for a long time. Naturally, the gap in strength was immediate.

As the righteous path retreated step after step, fortunately, the number one person of the Sword Sect and the strongest in the cultivation world at the time, Ye Mingjing, took action and turned the tide.

Ye Mingjing was a sword cultivation genius rarely seen in ten thousand years. Born with a Sword Bone and a single Gold Spirit Root.

At ten years old, while others were still figuring out how to guide Qi into their bodies, Ye Mingjing was already a Golden Core cultivator, undefeated among his peers. At thirteen, he reached the Nascent Soul stage. At fifteen, he entered the Sword Sect’s secret realm and tamed “Wen Changsheng,” a divine sword that no one had been able to claim for thousands of years. At eighteen, he became a sensation at the Dao Inquiry Assembly. By twenty, his sword cultivation was so profound that even his master didn’t know what realm he had reached.

With such a peerless genius joining the fray, turning the situation around was a given.

But he was alone after all. How could Ye Mingjing alone stand against thousands upon thousands of demonic cultivators?

The territories of the righteous path fell one after another. The righteous cultivators were forced to retreat and defend west of the Spirit River. But the ultimate goal of the demonic cultivators was to completely plunder all the spirit vein resources of the cultivation world. How could they stop just because the righteous path retreated?

Thus, an unprecedented war broke out as the demonic cultivators grew increasingly aggressive.

That battle caused devastating losses for the righteous path. Among them, the most lamentable loss was Ye Mingjing, the number one man of the righteous path, who stood alone to block the Ten Thousand Demon Array to protect his fellow disciples and all living beings.

Ye Mingjing didn’t die. But it was worse than death. His meridians were entirely invaded by the demonic energy of the array. To avoid falling into the demonic path, he willingly shattered his own Golden Core and abandoned his cultivation. But a cultivator relies on the three-inch Golden Core deep within the spirit palace to walk between heaven and earth and seize longevity from the heavens.

After the Golden Core shattered, Ye Mingjing’s injuries could no longer be suppressed and began to manifest. At first, the dignified Sword Venerable could no longer wield a sword. It was the first time such a thing happened in the cultivation world: the bound sword, Wen Changsheng, actually flew back to the sect from Ye Mingjing’s sea of consciousness as if it had grown legs.

Later, the wound on his back from the front lines of the war would bleed continuously every day. Eventually, without spiritual energy to support them, his meridians could no longer bear the burden and snapped inch by inch.

Before the Great War even truly ended, Ye Mingjing had become a complete cripple, barely surviving in a wheelchair.

The cultivation world does not support useless people. This held true even for a hero like Ye Mingjing. Although his injuries were sustained for the righteous path and for the common people, as the war ended and time passed, who would still remember this former hero?

In just ten years, Ye Mingjing was kicked out of the immortal palace where he lived. In twenty years, the new disciples of the Sword Sect no longer knew his title. In thirty years, this former number one person of the righteous path began to live in a corner of the Sword Sect, never leaving his doors.

Until a hundred years later, an audacious, ignorant playboy from the Alchemy Sect—the disposable cannon fodder Lin Xueqing spoke of—used a whole chest of top-grade pills as a betrothal gift to ask the Sword Sect for Ye Mingjing’s hand in marriage.

After all, though Ye Mingjing was crippled, his beauty remained. No one else could claim the title of the number one beauty of the cultivation world if he didn’t want it. Anyone who had ever seen Ye Mingjing was captivated by his appearance. A youth in white standing with a sword, high-spirited and dashing—standing there, he was a masterpiece.

The cannon fodder had ambitions higher than the sky but a life as thin as paper. He thought that backed by the Alchemy Sect—one of the nine major sects—and a mother at the Transformation stage, no one would dare criticize him even if he forcibly married Ye Mingjing as a concubine.

Indeed, no one in the cultivation world dared to whisper about him. But Ye Mingjing, the former number one of the cultivation world, how could he allow himself to be so insulted?

Thus, that night. The night was dark and the wind was high. Powerful demonic energy swept through the entire Alchemy Sect. A red light rose from the Valley of Sustaining Heaven, and the slaughter began.

This was also the day the greatest villain of the novel The Primordial Daoist, Ye Mingjing, was born.

In the first half of his life, Ye Mingjing served as the “Light of the Righteous Path” at the cost of his cultivation and dignity. Unfortunately, that light ended up being forcibly married as a concubine by a playboy who hadn’t even reached the Golden Core stage. In the second half of his life, Ye Mingjing only wished to live for himself. He no longer resisted the demonic energy in his body and actively fell into the demonic path, embarking on a killing spree in the cultivation world.

As everyone knows, when a good person turns bad, their lethality increases by at least ten levels. Furthermore, Ye Mingjing was a cultivation genius rarely seen in ten thousand years.

The night he fell to the demonic path, he effortlessly slaughtered the cannon fodder’s entire sect. In the entire Valley of Sustaining Heaven, even an earthworm was split vertically down the middle.

But for the primary culprit, the cannon fodder, and the family that enabled his misdeeds, Ye Mingjing certainly wouldn’t let them off as easily as a simple sword strike.

The back garden of the Valley of Sustaining Heaven kept a house full of pigs. Ye Mingjing starved these pigs for three days and nights. On the fourth day, when the pigs were so hungry they wanted to gnaw on their own hooves, he threw the cannon fodder’s family inside.

The author didn’t describe the specific scenes directly, but only mentioned the tragic situation through the mouths of passersby later, saying the screams in the Valley of Sustaining Heaven lasted for nearly seven days before stopping. The level of brutality was evident!

But then again, as a fan of Ye Mingjing, Lin Xueqing had felt nothing but satisfaction when reading that part, not finding the cannon fodder pitiable at all.

“Serves you right!” “Who told you to dare have designs on Ye Mingjing?” “Hmph, from childhood to adulthood, is your pee made of matte finish? Even if you’re uniquely gifted and your pee is truly matte, the Alchemy Sect is so wealthy, they should at least have a mirror for you to look at yourself!” “Having such an ending is all your own doing.” “That mother of yours who abetted the villain is definitely not innocent. Without her protective indulgence, how could you be so bold?”

Lin Xueqing remembered that he had cursed this disposable cannon fodder plenty in his mind.

Therefore, today, on this wedding night, even though Lin Xueqing viewed Ye Mingjing as his only true 2D god, he didn’t dare to dream of him. The reason was simple: his pee wasn’t matte finish! He had self-awareness and wouldn’t dare dream of Ye Mingjing even in his sleep.

But if it wasn’t Ye Mingjing, who would be under this red veil?

The night deepened. The moon hung high in the sky, its tranquil light sneaking through the cracks of the window to land on the groom’s jet-black hair.

A commotion came from outside the door, and someone began to urge Lin Xueqing through the door.

“Hurry up, Young Master!” “Why haven’t you entered the bridal chamber yet? The auspicious hour is almost over—” “Could it be that you’re ‘unable,’ haha!”

Lin Xueqing was annoyed by the urging, thinking, “The emperor isn’t worried, but the eunuchs are.” Why the rush? However, he had indeed delayed for a long time; the wedding candles were almost burnt out.

Fearing the groom had waited too long, Lin Xueqing finally took a deep breath and calmed down. Then, with a slight smile, he lifted the red veil.

“Wife, I’m here—”

Then, in the next second, he was frozen in place.

“Holy sht holy sht holy sh*t!” “There is actually such a beauty in the world. How do I, Lin Xueqing, have the merit to marry such a groom in a dream?” “What a good dream, truly a good dream. Can I stay in this beautiful dream a little longer?”

It wasn’t that Lin Xueqing was overreacting. It was that the appearance of the person before him had completely surpassed his imagination.

Modern technology was advanced, and one could often see handsome stars on TV or in cinemas. But the person before him was even handsomer than any male star Lin Xueqing had ever seen. No, perhaps “handsome” wasn’t enough; Lin Xueqing felt he was more “beautiful.”

Though his eyes were tightly closed, his skin was as white as snow, his long lashes were like crow feathers, and his entire being was as exquisite as a divine statue carved by a master craftsman.

His features didn’t need mentioning—naturally beautiful. The shape of his brow bone and arches was perfect. At the center of his forehead, a complex mark was perfectly placed, looking like a golden sword. His nose was tall and straight, the bridge rising sharply with a slightly upturned tip. His lips were neither thin nor thick. The perfect lip shape, combined with the crimson color, looked somewhat sexy, making one want to lean in for a kiss.

And the most wonderful thing was that despite having such a beautiful face, his temperament carried no trace of effeminacy; instead, he had a nobility that was beyond reach. Like an immortal who had descended to the mortal realm.

Lin Xueqing’s vocabulary was lacking, so he could only use such crude metaphors to describe him. No wonder it was a dream! If it weren’t a dream, could he have encountered such a beauty?

However, just as Lin Xueqing was happily enjoying this unprecedentedly beautiful dream, suddenly, the beauty who had been sitting motionless on the bed slowly opened his eyelids.

It was hard to describe those eyes with words. Beautiful, profound. Lin Xueqing was willing to use every superlative to describe them. But that was on the condition that they didn’t suddenly turn red!

As everyone knows, red pupils are a sign of demonic possession—a universal truth. Not to mention the novel The Primordial Daoist that Lin Xueqing had stayed up late reading before drinking; the sign of the great villain Ye Mingjing falling to the demonic path was those unique, cold black eyes gradually being dyed with a cruel blood-red color.

As he watched, the blood-red color, identical to Ye Mingjing’s, began to spread in the beautiful groom’s eyes.

Lin Xueqing froze. Soon, his back began to tingle, and cold sweat broke out. At this point, the alcohol had completely worn off. The tiny bit of alcohol had long since evaporated.

Once sobered, his clear gaze inevitably fell back onto that breathtakingly beautiful face; then, naturally and unavoidably, it landed on that golden mark on the forehead that once symbolized infinite glory.

“Wait, you are…”

Finally, through that unique mark, Lin Xueqing’s eyes widened as he belatedly realized the identity of the person on the bed.

It was indeed Ye Mingjing.