After Forcibly Taking The Beautiful, Powerful, And Tragic Demon Lord As A Concubine - Chapter 2

The first appearance of Demon Venerable Ye Mingjing.

Bitter winds wailed in gusts; demonic energy surged like a tidal wave.

A disciple looked up at the man clad in black robes with flowing black hair, eyes filled with infatuation as he asked, “Sect Leader, have you perhaps mistaken him for someone else? How could such a beauty be the infamous Demon Venerable Ye Mingjing, whom everyone hunts and reviles?”

At that moment, the Sect Leader of the Sword Sect, the Hengyang Sword Venerable, spoke with eyes nearly splitting from rage: “There is no mistake! Even if he were burned to ashes, I would still recognize him!”

The disciple was bewildered: “How can that be? Do cultivators not often employ the art of disguise?”

“Disguise techniques do exist. However, even the most formidable art of disguise in the world could never replicate that unique Mark of the Sword Venerable.”

“This…”

“That is the Mark of Ascension—something that even I, your master, could never obtain!”

It was Ye Mingjing!

It was actually Ye Mingjing!

After realizing this fact, Lin Xueqing was nearly driven mad.

How on earth had he dreamed of Ye Mingjing?

Just how much had he been drinking?

If only he had eaten a few more peanuts at the time.

Failing that, feeding himself some cephalosporins would have worked too!

Truly, alcohol was a bringer of ruin. Back then, his own father’s drunk driving had destroyed the whole family; he never expected that years later, Lin Xueqing would face retribution just for drinking a little wine.

Fortunately, it was a blessing amidst misfortune.

This was a dream.

Lin Xueqing comforted himself while drenched in a cold sweat. It was just a dream; as soon as he woke up, everything would end.

He would not repeat his mistakes or follow the old path of that throwaway cannon fodder.

And he certainly wouldn’t be tossed into a pigsty.

Thus, Lin Xueqing acted decisively. After confirming the person before him was indeed Ye Mingjing, he immediately began to pinch his own thigh ruthlessly.

“Wake up! You dead man, hurry up and wake up—”

“Seeing him is enough. If you don’t wake up now, are you waiting to go to the pigsty?”

“Wake up for me!”

Another savage pinch.

Lin Xueqing nearly collapsed from the pain.

But strangely enough.

The scene before him remained vivid, without the slightest sign of the dream dissipating.

Not only that, but Lin Xueqing could genuinely feel that the surrounding situation was starting to feel slightly off.

First, there was the sound.

When the dream first began, the surroundings were very noisy.

There were not only the sounds of people outside jeering and gossiping, but also the occasional whistle of cold wind past the window, the creaking of the frames, and the cries of night birds.

But now.

Since some unknown moment.

A deathly silence had fallen; the world had become exceedingly quiet.

The people at the door seemed to have been struck mute, the wind outside had stopped, and the birds had flown off to who-knows-where.

Second, was a delayed realization.

Lin Xueqing suddenly felt his chest becoming tight and stifled.

It felt as though a powerful, malevolent force was squeezing his body, making it impossible to breathe… was this really a dream? Where would one find a dream so realistic?

“Rumble!”

Before Lin Xueqing could make sense of the situation.

Suddenly, a dull roll of thunder exploded.

A bolt of silvery-white lightning, like a silver serpent, tore through the sky.

The silver serpent danced wildly.

It illuminated the entire bridal chamber as bright as day, and even more clearly, it reflected the cold, murderous intent within Ye Mingjing’s blood-red eyes.

Lin Xueqing: “…”

His face turned deathly pale, his hands trembled, and the brain that had been missing since the start finally grew back at this moment.

“You, you… I…”

Am I… could I have transmigrated into the book?

Realizing he wasn’t dreaming.

Realizing it was highly likely he had transmigrated.

At first, Lin Xueqing was somewhat incoherent.

After all, the person before him was his absolute favorite, Ye Mingjing.

Although Ye Mingjing was a 100% villainous character in the book, in the eyes of the die-hard fan Lin Xueqing, what “great villain” or “great demon”? That was called being “beautiful, powerful, and tragic.”

Ye Mingjing’s descent to this point was entirely forced by those bastards in the cultivation world!

He was supposed to be a man of noble character, commanding the winds and clouds.

A top-tier figure of the cultivation world.

Yet fate toyed with him. Because he selflessly saved the righteous commoners, he was instead reduced to a cripple and abandoned by the cultivation world.

Later, he was forced to fall into the demonic path.

Then he was criticized by the world, saying he was narrow-minded, not magnanimous enough, and cruel by nature.

Is there any justice left in this world?

So Lin Xueqing had once thought with absolute certainty:

If he ever actually met the real Ye Mingjing, the very first thing he would do is tell him:

“You weren’t wrong.”

It was the commoners of this world who had wronged Ye Mingjing.

What fault did Ye Mingjing have?

But soon, when the now-rational Lin Xueqing saw that Ye Mingjing’s narrow phoenix eyes were almost entirely swallowed by blood-red, his survival instinct immediately went online.

Hey!

He was about to die! His whole family was about to be fed to pigs! Who cares about who was right or wrong!

So what if he was wrong?

So what if he wasn’t?

Lin Xueqing was indeed a fan of Ye Mingjing, that was true.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to take the fall for that vicious cannon fodder, and it certainly didn’t mean he wanted to go to a pigsty.

To be honest.

Lin Xueqing wasn’t that afraid of death for the moment.

After all, as a transmigrator, he didn’t belong to this world anyway. If he died, maybe he could go straight back to his original world.

However, Lin Xueqing was afraid of being fed to pigs!

To repeat: Lin Xueqing did not want to be hauled off to feed pigs.

Leaving aside how painful it is to be gnawed on by pigs.

The original book specifically mentioned that after Ye Mingjing threw the entire Lin family into the pigsty, the screams echoed for seven days and seven nights without stopping.

In other words.

If he couldn’t get past this hurdle tonight, he would be tortured for seven full days and nights, unable to live and unable to die.

The mere thought made him shiver.

And the pigsty… that smell… Ugh—

The slightly germaphobic Lin Xueqing felt more nauseous the more he thought about it, nearly vomiting on the spot.

No.

He had to think of a way out, and fast.

Lin Xueqing’s heart tightened.

But how easy was it to change fate?

The actions of the little cannon fodder were inexcusable—not just to Ye Mingjing, but even Lin Xueqing wouldn’t be able to tolerate it.

Moreover.

Ye Mingjing was such a proud and arrogant figure.

The former number one powerhouse of the cultivation world, a dignified Sword Venerable, the Light of the Righteous Path, had been so humiliated.

Forcing a marriage was one thing.

But to marry him as a mere concubine.

So what to do?

Would kneeling on the ground and admitting fault work?

Lin Xueqing was going crazy with the desire not to go to the pigsty. Dignity, face, morality—he wanted none of it.

And seeing the demonic energy around them growing thicker, and the moment where Ye Mingjing would fall to the demonic path and begin the slaughter drawing closer.

No time to lose.

Without pausing to think too much.

A flash of white light went off in his mind. Lin Xueqing acted decisively, “thumping” down as he knelt at Ye Mingjing’s feet, wailing:

“Bao Bao! I finally found you!”

As the words fell.

The air seemed to freeze for an instant.

The demonic energy still hadn’t dispersed, but Ye Mingjing—whose calf was being hugged by Lin Xueqing—finally showed a slight, strange reaction in those eyes that were about to turn completely red.

“Who is Bao Bao?”

A cold voice rang out from above.

Lin Xueqing, however, didn’t dare look up.

It was also lucky that Lin Xueqing had traveled far and wide to make a living over the years, picking up many job skills.

Having once been a short-drama actor, he—half in terror and half in character—actually managed to squeeze out several tears that dampened the hem of Ye Mingjing’s robes.

“Wooo, Bao Bao, have you forgotten? That year of misty rain and apricot blossoms, by the shore of Daming Lake, you saved me when I was still a child.”

“Since that day, I fell in love with you at first sight.”

“For all these years, I have been searching everywhere for your traces, all for the sake of one day being able to marry you into my home.”

“Wooo wooo wooo, this day has finally come. Bao Bao, I found you. We are cultivation partners now! I am so happy!”

Lin Xueqing acted.

While simultaneously calculating his plan in his mind.

Yes, just as he had just said, he was betting on the idea of playing out a scene of “mistaken identity” in front of Ye Mingjing.

The little cannon fodder’s crimes were unpardonable.

But if one were to discuss the most disgusting aspect of his behavior.

It was nothing other than being a lecher.

A lecherous dandy deserved death, but… what if the little cannon fodder married Ye Mingjing not because of lust, but out of a sincere outpouring of emotion?

This was Lin Xueqing’s first hypothesis.

Of course, for the moment.

This hypothesis was a bit shaky.

After all, the little cannon fodder was only eighteen years old this year, while Ye Mingjing had been a legendary figure in the cultivation world a hundred years ago.

Before the little cannon fodder was even born.

Ye Mingjing had already stayed behind closed doors, hidden away from the cultivation world.

Therefore, if Lin Xueqing insisted he had fallen deeply in love with Ye Mingjing based only on some rumors without ever seeing him, it wouldn’t hold water before the sharp-eyed great villain Ye Mingjing.

Consequently, on this basis, Lin Xueqing added a second “artistic processing.”

That was the “Bao Bao” he had just mentioned.

The logic was simple: I got the wrong person, I didn’t marry you on purpose. This slightly lessened the weight of the little cannon fodder’s greatest sin: lechery.

And naturally.

The explanation of just “mistaking the person” was obviously not enough to convince Ye Mingjing.

Sure enough, Lin Xueqing’s guess was correct.

After he finished tearfully recounting his adoration for Bao Bao.

The thick demonic energy surrounding Ye Mingjing did not disperse; instead, it became even more viscous. The process of falling to the demonic path was still slowly advancing.

Lin Xueqing waited nervously, his heart in his throat.

In the night.

Ye Mingjing’s cold voice carried a hint of mockery.

He parted his vermilion lips and spoke his second line of the night without any haste:

“Oh? Since you love Bao Bao so deeply, why did you only marry him as a concubine?”

With that simple sentence, Lin Xueqing’s scalp went numb.

Ye Mingjing’s aura was simply too strong.

Even though he had not yet fully fallen to the demonic path, the sense of intimidation he brought was top-tier and terrifying.

Truly the greatest villain of this book!

Fortunately, Lin Xueqing had expected this question, so he cried out again: “Bao Bao, you have no idea. It’s not that I didn’t want to marry you as my primary wife. But you are a man, and of the three unfilial acts, having no descendants is the greatest. My mother wouldn’t agree!”

“But rest assured, this is only a temporary measure. I will not marry anyone else in this life. As for my mother’s side, I will beg her earnestly; over time, she will give in to me.”

“…Will she?”

“She will, she definitely will.”

Lin Xueqing’s tone was firm, and he didn’t even hesitate to swear a poisonous oath: “If I have spoken a single word of a lie, may heaven strike me with lightning, and my whole family be thrown into the pigsty.”

The world went silent for several seconds.

The surroundings were quiet.

So quiet that it felt as though one could hear a needle drop on the floor.

In such silence, it was easy to fall into the illusion that all danger had retreated.

But Lin Xueqing still didn’t dare lower his guard.

Because he could genuinely feel that the demonic energy had still not dispersed. This meant that Ye Mingjing’s hatred for him had not diminished in the slightest.

So, what was Ye Mingjing thinking right now?

Did he believe it, or didn’t he?

To kill, or not to kill?

During the long wait, Lin Xueqing broke into several cold sweats.

His inner robes dried and soaked, soaked and dried repeatedly. Finally, after an unknown amount of time—long enough that Lin Xueqing’s knees were starting to ache from kneeling.

Ye Mingjing spoke the fourth sentence of the night.

It was also exactly the sentence Lin Xueqing had been dreaming of.

He said: “You have the wrong person.”

Lin Xueqing: Perfect, you old ancestor, you’ve finally fallen for it!

Lin Xueqing, possessed by the spirit of an Oscar-winning actor, quickly lifted his head and put on an expression of shock: “What? I actually got the wrong person?”

Having said that.

Before Ye Mingjing could react.

Lin Xueqing executed a smooth combo of moves, clutching his chest in agonizing grief: “Heavens! Looking closely, I really seem to have the wrong person. You aren’t Bao Bao; Bao Bao didn’t have eyes as large as yours.”

“But the marriage contract is complete; it cannot be withdrawn.”

“In that case.” Lin Xueqing took a deep breath and looked up at Ye Mingjing with sincerity: “To show my deepest apologies, please, you must accept my spirit stone mines, enough elixirs and medicines to fill ten spatial rings, and no fewer than seven ancient divine swords!”

Ye Mingjing, who had been on the verge of falling to the demonic path: “?”

Ye Mingjing didn’t speak, and he didn’t appear to make any reaction.

But the terrifying demonic energy in the room, which had been baring its fangs and claws and flying about wantonly, finally withdrew somewhat.