After Forcibly Taking The Beautiful, Powerful, And Tragic Demon Lord As A Concubine - Chapter 22.1

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap—

A million alpacas stampeded through Lin Xueqing’s mind.

In this spark-striking, hair-hanging moment, the most shocking thing wasn’t Lin Xueqing’s recklessness, but his audacity!

Why say that?

Because it was already this kind of moment.

A critical point of life and death.

The threshold of the Great Demon Head falling into demonic madness and beginning a slaughter.

He, he, he, he… unexpectedly, what crossed his mind wasn’t “Holy crap, Demon Venerable, spare my life!” but rather: “Holy crap, it’s so big???”

Lin Xueqing was also impressed with himself.

Was now the time to be marveling at how big Ye Mingjing was?

But naturally, at such a time, a person’s thoughts truly are completely beyond their own control.

The moment Lin Xueqing realized what he had touched, he didn’t react at first. By the second moment, when he did react, he still couldn’t help but marvel:

It’s really big.

In this sentence, more than half of the emotion was factual observation, and a smaller half was shock.

You tell me—Ye Mingjing has such an exquisitely beautiful, transcendentally immortal face, yet privately possesses such a large thing. Is that reasonable?

Of course, there was also a tiny bit of emotion left over.

It belonged to envy.

Between guys, even if their status is as different as clouds and mud, they always refuse to lose when it comes to this kind of innate physical comparison.

Lin Xueqing asked his own heart; he was a normal person.

He didn’t want to compete with anyone.

But someone had practically thrust their superiority into his face… how could he not be envious and jealous?

Thus.

What should have been a tone of sincere apology somehow suddenly became sour and envious.

“Forgive me, Venerable One, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Lin Xueqing gurgled as he struggled out of the medicinal bath. His hair was completely wet and loose, messy and clinging to his body. Compared to Ye Mingjing, who sat poised and composed in the medicinal bath, he looked increasingly like a pitiable, drowned puppy.

Ye Mingjing actually didn’t feel anything. His meridians were all snapped; from the chest down, except for his left arm, he had no sensation whatsoever.

But with his intelligence.

How could he not know what had just happened?

Ye Mingjing only found it amusing. He looked at Lin Xueqing, who resembled a soggy little dog, and asked, “What kind of apology are you offering?”

The little dog’s face instantly turned completely red.

His skin, which had been steamed white and tender by the warm medicinal bath, was now so red it looked like it could drip blood.

“I, I, I just now…”

He was incoherent, wanting to tell the truth but too ashamed to speak it. In the end, he could only abandon himself to despair and say, “Anyway, I just did something I shouldn’t have done to you.”

“Oh.”

Ye Mingjing said, “Since that is the case, what compensation will you use?”

Lin Xueqing was incredulous, his round eyes widening slightly: “What, there’s even compensation?”

Then who would compensate the damage to his young, innocent heart!

Ye Mingjing said solemnly, “It must be compensated.”

Ready to weep but without tears, Lin Xueqing had no choice but to think through his family assets, tremblingly bringing out some bottom-of-the-chest treasures to save his life.

But toward these Heaven-tier magical treasures.

Rare items of the mortal world.

Ye Mingjing was actually not interested in a single one.

Lin Xueqing mentioned several in a row, only for them all to be rejected.

He was out of options and had no choice but to let Ye Mingjing speak for himself.

“Venerable One, how about you say it yourself? How should I compensate you? Please, just say whatever you like.” Lin Xueqing added: “The kind where I would go through fire and water, and die ten thousand deaths without hesitation!”

“Go through fire and water, die ten thousand deaths without hesitation?”

“Yes.”

Lin Xueqing’s tone was firm.

As he said this, his round eyes were opened exceptionally wide. It seemed that only in this way could he demonstrate his resolve.

However, as Ye Mingjing looked at his determined gaze, he thought of an old acquaintance.

Back then, that old acquaintance.

When he first set out, his gaze was equally determined.

He knelt before the Heavenly Dao Stone of the Sword Sect, leading a group of young disciples behind him, and solemnly swore a grand vow: “I am willing to eliminate demons and defend the Dao for the sake of the common people under heaven, to go through fire and water, and die ten thousand deaths without hesitation.”

What a coincidence.

Back then, what he said was also this very sentence.

Go through fire and water, die ten thousand deaths without hesitation.

But what happened in the end?

Ye Mingjing couldn’t help but show a mocking smile.

Thinking of things from the past.

Suddenly, everything lost its interest.

So Ye Mingjing closed his eyelids again and said, “You may leave. This compensation will be owed for now; repay it later.”

Lin Xueqing: “??”

That was it?

He had done such an offensive and death-worthy thing to the Great Demon Head.

And he was actually let off so easily?!

Until the moment he put on his clothes and left the small grotto-mansion, Lin Xueqing still hadn’t regained his senses.

He returned to the small courtyard in a daze, just happening to run into Feng Ruyu, who was planning to head out to buy medicinal ingredients. Seeing that Lin Xueqing’s hair was completely wet and that he hadn’t even used spiritual power to dry it, Feng Ruyu was very curious and stopped him.

“Lin Xueqing, what are you doing?”

Lin Xueqing froze, his expression very dazed: “Lord Ghost Doctor, I am not dreaming.”

“Pff—you silly kid, what nonsense are you talking? Where were you fooling around that you got your hair wet and forgot to dry it?”

Feng Ruyu mocked him.

Only then did Lin Xueqing slowly come to his senses. He took a look at his own dripping hair, and his memory revived.

“I, I, I just slipped and fell into the medicinal bath pool!”

He began to break down.

Feng Ruyu, however, didn’t seem surprised at all: “I knew it already. You kid act so impulsively, and the stones by the spring are slippery; falling in was only a matter of time.”

Lin Xueqing broke down even more: “No, Lord Ghost Doctor, if you knew it was slippery, why didn’t you warn me?”

“How would I know! I was thinking that if I didn’t tell you, maybe if you didn’t think about it, you wouldn’t slip.”

Feng Ruyu hollered.

Lin Xueqing was ready to cry but had no tears: “I really slipped, and I really fell into the water.”

Feng Ruyu looked at his hair and said, “I can see that. But it’s fine, it’s something a Drying Spell can solve.”

After saying that, he snapped his fingers.

Lin Xueqing’s originally soaking hair immediately became completely dry.

Feng Ruyu smiled: “See, isn’t it fixed now? It’s nothing, just a small matter.”

“You don’t understand, you don’t understand at all.”

Lin Xueqing gave Feng Ruyu an angry glare and left in indignant grief, flicking his sleeves.

Feng Ruyu stood in place, feeling that this temper had come out of nowhere. What was the big deal? If you fall, you fall. You didn’t break anything, just stand back up and it’s over.

However, Feng Ruyu soon had another thought.

Perhaps children are thin-skinned and felt that losing his footing and falling in front of Ye Mingjing was embarrassing.

Lin Xueqing did indeed feel very embarrassed.

But not because he failed to stand steady.

Afterwards, when he replayed the entire incident, he felt his own behavior was humiliating.

“What was I making such a fuss about? It was just grabbing something that every man has; is there a need for such a big reaction?”

Moreover, it was fine to be afraid of Ye Mingjing falling into demonic madness out of shame and anger.

After all, if the big antagonist falls into demonic madness, everyone dies.

But why did he have to marvel at the size of that thing for half the day, and then feel inferior for the other half?

Even so… it really was quite big.

Currently lying alone on the large bed in his room, staring up at the ceiling, those memories and sensations that had been forgotten were inevitably surging back into his heart uncontrollably.

Lin Xueqing hadn’t dared to look.

But from the feel of it, Ye Mingjing’s was indeed several times larger than a normal person’s.

And that was in an unactivated state. If it were ever activated…

Terrifying!

Lin Xueqing silently lit a candle for Ye Mingjing’s future Dao companion, pitying him/her in advance.

But then again, it seems Ye Mingjing cultivates the Path of Heartlessness? Whether in the main text or the prequel, there were no signs of him ever developing feelings.

There were some readers who insisted on assigning him the identity of a tragic second male lead.

They said that the reason Ye Mingjing later fell into demonic madness and became an antagonist was because he had secretly loved his junior sister Ye Mingxue for many years, but in the end, she married the Demon Sovereign and bore a child, causing him to fly into a rage from shame.

This plot fits the setting of a typical novel antagonist very well.

However, it does not fit Ye Mingjing’s.

Although Ye Mingjing and Ye Mingxue grew up together and were both orphans picked up by their master, Ye Mingjing had been single-mindedly devoted to the Dao since childhood and was exceptionally gifted.

Every day, if he wasn’t cultivating, he was on his way to cultivate.

The time he spent with Ye Mingxue wasn’t much at all, so how could feelings have developed?

And the most critical evidence refuting this viewpoint was that, later on, Ye Mingxue was killed by Ye Mingjing’s own hand—with a single sword strike.

If he had felt even a tiny bit of affection for Ye Mingxue, he wouldn’t have killed her so cleanly, would he?

So once that plot point came out, no one said Ye Mingjing liked Ye Mingxue anymore.

As for others, there were none.

There were many who liked Ye Mingjing. Unfortunately, except for the dark hundred years between his fall to demonic madness, Ye Mingjing was the top combat power in the cultivation world.

Ordinary people couldn’t even manage to get near him.

Even Nascent Soul stage cultivators couldn’t guarantee they could survive for more than a few breaths in front of him.

Even if they liked him, who would dare to pursue him?

In short, Ye Mingjing’s persona of the Heartless Path never wavered from beginning to end. It was actually quite good; at least no one would have to suffer this hardship of his, right?

In any case, for a die-hard fan like Lin Xueqing.

It was excellent.

An existence like a “sister-in-law” should stay in the third dimension; 2D paper people should stay away.

Thinking of this, Lin Xueqing’s mood improved a bit. He stopped humming and hawing in regret over his embarrassing performance just now, and began humming a little tune, unknowingly falling into sleep.

But this sleep.

Lasted for a full three days.

Three days later, he woke up.

“How is the Sword Venerable doing?”

“Reporting to Young Master, Lord Ghost Doctor says everything is normal on the Sword Venerable’s side. He told me to tell you to rest well and build up your strength.”

Lin Xueqing had slept enough. He scrambled out of bed and, while changing into clean clothes, cast a Cleansing Incantation on himself.

He had to admit.

This aspect of the cultivation world was quite convenient.

One-click clothes changing, one-click washing up.

Mom no longer has to worry about me being late for an 8:00 AM class.

Though, currently, there was no such thing as an 8:00 AM class. But as soon as Lin Xueqing woke up, he went to find Feng Ruyu.

Feng Ruyu was in his own small courtyard drying medicinal herbs. The large open space in the yard, and even the roof, were densely covered with all sorts of strange and rare medicinal ingredients.

When Lin Xueqing arrived, there wasn’t even a place to step. He could only stand at the entrance and shout: “Feng Ruyu, Feng Ruyu!”

“Yo, now that you’ve finished using me, you won’t even call me Lord Ghost Doctor?”

Feng Ruyu looked up and teased.

Lin Xueqing’s eyes curved, and his bright smile revealed teeth as white as if they were reflecting light in the sun: “I just feel that since we’re so familiar now, calling you ‘Lord Ghost Doctor’ is too distant.”

Feng Ruyu wanted to retort by asking, In what way are we familiar?

But then he thought of those 150,000 spiritual stones. Well, they were indeed familiar.

“Fine, you’re the gold sponsor, call me whatever you want.”

“Lord Ghost Doctor, I came to ask how long the Sword Venerable needs to soak in that medicinal bath?”

“When you need me, I become ‘Lord Ghost Doctor’ again…”

Feng Ruyu grumbled, but despite the grumbling, he answered seriously: “The first time, it requires seven days.”

“The first time? Seven days?”

Lin Xueqing’s round eyes widened: “Doesn’t that mean there are many more times afterward?”

“What did you think? With those ruined meridians of his, even soaking for an entire year wouldn’t be excessive.”

“Ah??”

“I’m just teasing you. It doesn’t need a whole year—at least not for now.”

Feng Ruyu put down the medicinal herbs in his hand and waved his hand. The herbs spread all over the ground automatically parted to the left and right, forming a small path.

Lin Xueqing walked in along the path.

Feng Ruyu poured him a cup of tea before slowly explaining his plan.

“For the first course of treatment, he soaks three times, seven days each time. After three times, it will basically meet the conditions for me to stitch his meridians.”

Lin Xueqing calculated the numbers: “That is to say, it will take twenty-one days.”

“Correct.”

“That’s not particularly long.”

After all, this was the cultivation world; there were people who went into secluded meditation for three or five years.

Ye Mingjing had lived like this for a hundred years; there was no reason he couldn’t wait twenty-one days.

But the problem was…

“For the subsequent times, you won’t have to make me move him again, right?”

Lin Xueqing’s face immediately fell, looking as if the sky had collapsed.

Seeing this, Feng Ruyu found it funny: “What are you afraid of? Once is strange, twice is familiar.”

Lin Xueqing: I’m afraid of feeling inferior, is that okay?

Lin Xueqing was evasive and wouldn’t say the reason.

Feng Ruyu found it even more amusing. The old fox guessed instantly that something must have happened when moving the person last time, which was why the silly boy was so repulsed.

But teasing someone should only go so far.

Don’t tease them into a rage.

“Alright, I’m not teasing you. For the next few times, there’s no need to move him. I’ll just use an array to change the medicinal bath directly.”

“Lord Ghost Doctor, you really are a great person! What about after the medicinal bath ends?”

Feng Ruyu: “Then, naturally, he still needs to be carried up.”

Lin Xueqing: “….”

Feng Ruyu burst into loud laughter at his resentful expression.

Fortunately, after being depressed for a while, Lin Xueqing figured it out: “After the medicinal bath ends and I’m just lifting him out, I definitely won’t need to take his clothes off anymore.”

Feng Ruyu clapped: “Smart!”

Lin Xueqing thought about it: “Well then, I can accept that.”

Having said that, he prepared to get up.

Feng Ruyu asked: “Where are you going?”

Lin Xueqing said: “I’m going to find a grotto-mansion too, to go into secluded cultivation.”

Feng Ruyu grew anxious upon hearing this: “Out of the blue, what kind of cultivation are you doing!”

Lin Xueqing found it very strange: “Of course I need to cultivate. Is there anyone in the cultivation world who doesn’t need to cultivate? Besides, I’m only at the third level of Foundation Establishment; this level of cultivation is really not enough to look at.”

Mainly, it was being intercepted and robbed by those three demon cultivators last time that left Lin Xueqing with lingering fears.

Originally, he felt that the third level of Foundation Establishment was pretty good; he was quite pleased with himself, as he could even defeat Rong Yaowei by jumping levels.

He didn’t expect that when he encountered three Nascent Soul stage demon cultivators, he couldn’t even move.