After Forcibly Taking The Beautiful, Powerful, And Tragic Demon Lord As A Concubine - Chapter 5

Lin Xueqing had no idea that these people had already mentally rehearsed whom to help in a fight between the two of them. He was quite satisfied with the group’s current obedient and sensible behavior.

“Very well, that is all for now. It is getting late, everyone disperse. Remember to prepare breakfast for the Venerable One tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

The crowd scattered in twos and threes.

Having been on edge all night, Lin Xueqing felt a heavy exhaustion settle into his body. He turned around and found a study to settle in for some rest.

Until the sky turned bright.

It was already the second day of the three-day pact.

When he woke up the next day, Lin Xueqing’s entire body ached.

At first, he thought he had just had a nightmare—one that felt far too real. He swore he would never drink again, not even fruit beer.

But when he opened his eyes and saw the ancient, exquisitely carved bedbeams above his head…

Alright then…

The idea that he hadn’t transmigrated into a book was the actual dream.

Resigned to his fate, he climbed out of bed without lingering. However, not sleeping in had one drawback: his head throbbed painfully, and he clearly hadn’t slept enough.

“Should I sleep a bit longer?”

Lin Xueqing hesitated.

But he quickly remembered the three-day pact with Ye Mingjing and shook his head:

“Sleep? How can you sleep at your age!”

Steeling his spirit, Lin Xueqing wanted to immediately dive into the work plan of searching for a medical cultivator. Unfortunately, as the saying goes, “storms gather without warning.” Just as he stood up, a servant knocked hurriedly on the study door.

“Young Master, Young Master, there is urgent news.”

Hearing this, Lin Xueqing quickly opened the door to let the person in: “Did something happen on Mingjing Sword Zhang’s side?”

The servant looked unfamiliar.

He wasn’t among the crowd that had been lectured last night.

However, news traveled fast in Chengtian Valley. In less than half an hour, the rules Lin Xueqing had established the previous night were known throughout the entire valley.

Therefore, the servant wasn’t surprised by Lin Xueqing’s concern for Ye Mingjing.

He replied fluently: “Reporting to Young Master, it’s not from the Sword Zhang’s side; he likely hasn’t even woken yet. It is from the Grand Elder.”

“My mother?”

Lin Xueqing froze for a moment: “What urgent matter could there be with my mother?”

The servant’s face showed difficulty: “This…”

“Speak freely.”

“The Grand Elder waited all morning for Mingjing Sword Zhang to come and serve her tea, but he didn’t show. She’s making a scene in her room, saying that you, Young Master, have forgotten your mother since you got a wife. She also said… also said…”

“Said what?”

“She said she’s going to meet that ‘vixen’ Ye Mingjing herself to see exactly how much ability he has.”

Holy crap—

The sky was falling!

In his panic, Lin Xueqing practically leaped off the bed.

Without changing out of his wedding robes or even washing his face, he rushed out the door.

Fortunately, he had chosen a study right next to the wedding chamber to sleep in, so he wasn’t far from Ye Mingjing’s room.

Sure enough, as soon as he stepped out, he spotted from a distance a magnificently dressed, beautiful woman charging toward Ye Mingjing’s direction with murderous intent.

No sooner said than done.

Lin Xueqing made a mad dash, shouting as he ran:

“Mother, you absolutely must not!”

Then, thud—once again, he was tripped by the overly long wedding robes, slamming into the ground in a face-first “dog eating dirt” posture.

“Qing’er!”

This broke Lin Meimei’s heart.

Originally, she had come in an aggressive huff to cause trouble for her son and daughter-in-law. But Lin Xueqing was, after all, the child she had carried for three years before finally giving birth; seeing him fall so hard and so pathetically, Lin Meimei could no longer spare the energy to be angry.

She rushed forward to pull him up.

She began healing him and wiping away his sweat all at once.

Finally, worried that he might have damaged his head, she pulled a pile of top-grade brain-boosting and spirit-awakening pills from her spatial ring, urging Lin Xueqing to swallow them immediately.

But Lin Xueqing was currently desperate to save lives; he certainly wasn’t in the mood to pop pills.

Holding his dazed head, he didn’t even have time to properly look at his mother from this life. Grabbing Lin Meimei’s soft, fragrant sleeve, he said, “Mother, why did you come here?”

Upon hearing this, Lin Meimei immediately rolled her eyes at him: “What, your mother isn’t allowed to come here?”

Lin Xueqing gave a forced smile: “Of course not, Mother. This is our home; you can come whenever you like.”

“Humph.”

Lin Meimei gave a proud, cold snort and turned her face away.

It was at this moment that Lin Xueqing finally saw her face clearly.

One had to admit: the cultivation world was truly incredible.

Lin Meimei was at least over a hundred years old, but she looked as young as a girl in her twenties. Her skin was delicate and glowing, and her hair was thick and lush.

As for her looks, Lin Xueqing felt she resembled Kathy Chow—both charming and regal. It was no wonder her name contained the character “Mei” (Charming) twice.

However, looking at her now, it was obvious she was angry—and quite seriously so.

But Lin Xueqing thought: My dear mother, no matter how angry you are today, I cannot let you take another step forward.

Forget the fact that she was a Great Power in the Soul Transformation stage. After Ye Mingjing fell into the demonic path, killing a Soul Transformation cultivator would be easier for him than killing a chicken.

Ye Mingjing’s quarters from last night were not far away.

Fearing their conversation would be overheard, Lin Xueqing said, “Mother, come, let’s go to your room. I’ll serve you morning tea.”

But who was Lin Meimei?

The Grand Elder of the Pill Sect, Head of the Lin Family, a Soul Transformation Great Power.

How could she not hear the underlying meaning in Lin Xueqing’s words?

She became even more furious and pinched Lin Xueqing’s ear: “You brat! You really have forgotten your mother for a wife! I’m telling you, this is called ‘Daughter-in-law Tea.’ Without the daughter-in-law present, I will absolutely not drink your tea.”

“No, Mother, let me explain…”

Lin Xueqing was bombarded by her scolding.

His head felt like it was going to explode. Even though he was eloquent and resourceful, it turned out he had absolutely no way to deal with his own mother.

This was true for his biological mother in his past life, and it was true for this “post-transmigration” mother he had gained now.

And just then, the worst-case scenario finally occurred.

While Lin Xueqing was struggling, he heard a creak behind him—the sound of a door being opened.

Lin Xueqing, Lin Meimei: “…”

Mother and son looked at each other. Both saw terror in the other’s eyes.

Lin Xueqing’s body went stiff. He didn’t even dare turn his head, fearing that if he did, he would see a dark-haired, red-eyed Great Demon Lord looking at him with a smiling face.

It was truly terrifying!

As for Lin Meimei…

Strangely enough, as a Soul Transformation cultivator, she should have been extremely arrogant and overbearing when facing the former Sword Zhang, whose cultivation was currently destroyed.

Yet now, she looked like a mouse seeing a cat.

Even the “Daughter-in-law Tea” she had been shouting about just a moment ago was completely forgotten. Her face changed instantly like a Sichuan opera performer as she said with a forced laugh:

“Oh, you brat, what kind of joke are you making? How could I possibly let Sword Zhang Mingjing serve me tea? Sword Zhang’s status is so noble; it would be more appropriate for a junior like me to serve him tea. Don’t make such jokes in the future, do you hear me?”

Lin Xueqing: “?”

That is definitely not what you were saying just now!

Lin Meimei glared at him: Shut your mouth and just listen to your mother.

From behind them, there seemed to be a cold laugh, or perhaps there wasn’t.

In any case, Lin Meimei uttered a few more polite pleasantries. The two of them, unable to bear the pressure, immediately found an excuse and fled the scene as if they had wings.

It wasn’t until they returned to Lin Meimei’s own room, separated from Ye Mingjing by an entire valley, that she finally let out a long breath and patted her chest:

“Scared the life out of me!”

Lin Xueqing had also survived the ordeal. But seeing Lin Meimei’s reaction, he found it both funny and curious.

“Mother, that wasn’t your attitude at the start.”

Lin Meimei’s eyes flickered, her tone hesitant: “Mother was just…”

“Just what?”

“Sigh, I’ll tell you the truth.” Lin Meimei sighed. Since it was in front of her son, she wasn’t afraid of losing face.

“A hundred years ago, I met him once. He was a veritable Asura ghost. Even though he was of the righteous path, when he killed, he was more ruthless than some demon cultivators. There were so many demon cultivators, and he just—one sword!”

Lin Meimei made a throat-slitting gesture and said exaggeratedly: “Then they were all dead.”

“I was still young back then, and that incident left a shadow in my heart. I thought that after a hundred years, now that his power is gone and I’ve become a Soul Transformation cultivator, I shouldn’t be afraid of him anymore. But I didn’t expect that just hearing the sound of him opening the door would still terrify me.”

Regarding this, Lin Meimei was still shaken and confused: “Tell me, how can a person be so terrifying even when they have no cultivation left?”

Lin Xueqing: That’s because he can transform into a Great Demon Lord at any moment!

Although he looked like a sickly, bedridden “waste” right now, if he wanted to, he could slaughter the entire Pill Sect in an instant—just like he slaughtered those demon cultivators back then.

The combat power of the Number One Person in the cultivation world was no joke. It was even more extreme after he fell into the demonic path; over a hundred Void Refinement cultivators from the righteous path couldn’t handle him even when working together.

However, Lin Xueqing obviously couldn’t tell Lin Meimei these things. Whether she would believe it was one thing; if she impulsively disrupted his plans, that would be another matter entirely.

“In short, it’s better to be respectful to him. Do you hear me, Qing’er?”

Lin Xueqing nodded and said, “I know.”

I know better than anyone.

Lin Meimei breathed a deep sigh of relief: “Alright, let’s leave it at that. There’s no need for you two to serve tea in the future. I’m going to refine pills; you go spend more time with him if you have nothing to do.”

Lin Xueqing, however, refused to leave.

“What? Is there something else?”

Lin Xueqing nodded, his expression serious: “Yes, Mother. I have an important matter I want to discuss with you.”

Lin Meimei suddenly found it strange. What “important matter” could her son possibly have to discuss?

After all, she knew her own son best. Aside from being obsessed with beauty, Lin Xueqing basically never did anything serious.

She blamed herself too; she had spoiled him a bit too much on normal days. It wasn’t a huge flaw, and he would likely get better after marriage.

But Lin Meimei didn’t expect that her son had already been “replaced” last night, and today he really did have a “serious matter” to discuss with her.

Lin Xueqing laid out the conditions he had promised Ye Mingjing last night to Lin Meimei one by one.

It wouldn’t be good not to mention it. After all, Lin Meimei managed the family assets. Even if he was favored, it was impossible to move that many resources at once without informing her.

So, even if Lin Meimei hadn’t come to his door this morning, he would have taken the initiative to find her and discuss it.

Then there was the issue of the medical cultivator.

Although Lin Xueqing had slept last night, he hadn’t completely emptied his mind. He had been thinking of a solution.

A three-day deadline was very tight. It was unrealistic for him, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, to run around the entire cultivation world asking for information.

Lin Xueqing had dropped out of school to work at sixteen. Having struggled in society for many years, he knew best how to maximize the resources around him.

And for a “minor cannon fodder” character, wasn’t the greatest resource his mother, Lin Meimei?

As a Soul Transformation Great Power, Lin Meimei not only had formidable cultivation, but as the head of the Lin family, her business network was incredibly vast.

The medical cultivator Lin Xueqing couldn’t find? Lin Meimei would definitely have the answer.

So, Lin Xueqing simply asked directly. Of course, he didn’t mention the three-day limit; he just acted as if he were in a great hurry.

“Mother, please just tell me. I really want the Mingjing Sword Zhang to stand up again. Don’t you want that too?”

Lin Meimei: “…”

Lin Meimei’s expression was extremely peculiar. That hesitant, “wanting-to-speak-but-stopping” look made Lin Xueqing’s heart skip a beat.

He couldn’t help but think: This matter… might not be as easy as I imagined..