After His Demise, the Demon Lord's Doted Canary Finally Sees the Light - Chapter 107

Xu Wan  was sold to a brothel by his own family.

He was born into a wealthy family, but his birth mother was a servant of humble status. The First Madam refused to let his father acknowledge him as a son, so he was forced to take his mother’s surname.

Life after his birth was difficult. He was often bullied by his half-brothers. One year in the winter, they even pushed the ten-year-old child into a half-frozen pond.

To survive became little Xu Wan’s only wish.

But those people seemed unwilling to even grant him that simple desire.

His mother, unable to endure the First Madam’s constant torment, tried to escape by secretly climbing the wall one night but fell and died.

A death in the manor, even if it was just a servant, was a very unlucky thing.

The First Madam ran to his father, crying and making a scene, which ultimately led to a compromise: Xu Wan was sold.

But by then, little Xu Wan had learned many things. The treachery of human hearts had left a scar on his innocent soul that could never be erased.

Xu Wan was sold to a brothel. The madam was very pleased with his face and planned to raise him to a more appropriate age to get a good price for his first time.

He lived in fear for several years until two drunken young masters from a wealthy family bought him.

That was Xu Wan’s first time. And he wished it would be his last.

The two half-brothers, completely drunk, didn’t recognize him. They tormented him until his tears ran dry and his voice was completely hoarse.

After they were done, Xu Wan’s childhood wish was completely ground into dust. He no longer wanted to live.

But his life had just begun. It seemed fate had no intention of taking his life.

He met Lun Ling.

Every day he spent with Lun Ling was extremely dangerous. They faced open and hidden attacks and had no permanent home. Yet, Xu Wan felt he wanted to live more than ever before.

Xu Wan knew that Lun Ling often quietly complained about meeting him when he was at his lowest. He couldn’t provide the power and status he once had, and all he could do was risk his life to protect him.

Xu Wan really wanted to tell him that he didn’t want anything. Someone’s love and care were enough.

But at that time, he was very timid. He could only bury many things in his heart and silently process them.

Fortunately, Lun Ling had an endless well of patience for him.

“Wanwan!”

Xu Wan had just woken up from his nap, looking soft and a little groggy. He saw Lun Ling push open the door, carrying a pile of various weapons and longswords.

He tilted his head. “…?”

“You haven’t found your fated sword yet. Come and see if there’s one that catches your eye!”

Xu Wan slapped his head. He remembered now. He had been cultivating for decades but still couldn’t find a suitable weapon. He had searched every corner of the Qianshan Sect’s armory.

“Did you raid the Demon Lord’s armory?”

The swords laid out in front of him were unsharpened but exuded a strange, demonic aura.

This was not the Qianshan Sect’s style.

Lun Ling clapped his hands. “They were just sitting there idle anyway. I brought them for you to choose from. What if you find the right one?”

“I don’t think there’s a ‘what if’…” Xu Wan touched each one. Not a single one resonated with him.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, resting his chin in his hands, and sighed. “Sigh… Elder Li Yun was right. A human’s spiritual energy is a bit thin for cultivation.”

Cultivating was all about innate talent. For someone like him who was forced into it, he had to endure much more hardship than others.

After all these years, the disciples who had started at the same time as him had already advanced several ranks. He was the only low-level disciple who never changed.

But with Lun Ling and Li Yun  supporting him, the Qianshan Sect disciples were respectful and didn’t dare to look down on him.

Sensing that his little one was feeling down, Lun Ling immediately swept the pile of weapons away. He sat on the bed, took his hand, and tried to comfort him.

“If you can’t find one, then don’t. I’ll be Wanwan’s fated weapon. I’ll go wherever you point.”

Xu Wan chuckled. He saw Lun Ling’s palm open. A small green vine, protected by a transparent shell, grew out.

This was Lun Ling’s spiritual core. His spirit was inside.

When Xu Wan was unhappy, Lun Ling would often use this little thing to comfort him.

Before Li Yun accidentally told him otherwise, he never thought there was anything wrong with taking out his spiritual core to play with.

He gently poked it with his fingertip. Lun Ling’s heart trembled as if he had been poked directly in his chest.

Xu Wan pursed his lips and told him to put the spiritual core away. “I don’t want to cultivate anymore. Let’s go down the mountain and play.”

“Okay.” Lun Ling hugged him and rubbed him like a little animal.

Luori City was as bustling as ever. Xu Wan held Lun Ling’s hand tightly, afraid of getting lost.

Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums came from ahead. Crimson fabric was laid out to form a path.

The crowd consciously moved to the sides of the path. Xu Wan finally saw a beautiful and luxurious sedan chair.

A young lady was getting married.

A few cute servant girls continuously threw flower petals on both sides of the road, spreading the joyous atmosphere.

A whole flower landed directly in Xu Wan’s arms.

Xu Wan looked up at Lun Ling. “…They forgot to pluck the petals from this flower.”

Lun Ling picked up the flower and placed it behind his ear. “It’s perfect for our Wanwan.”

Luori City seemed to have a special obsession with flowers. Getting a petal thrown by a marrying girl was a sign of good fortune. And Xu Wan had received a whole flower.

On the way back in the evening, Xu Wan felt Lun Ling’s hand, which was holding his, was a little tense.

Sure enough, a moment later, he hesitantly asked, “Wanwan… do you want to get married?”

Xu Wan didn’t answer immediately. Lun Ling felt he was being too abrupt and quickly tried to salvage it. “It’s okay if you don’t. Anyway… I’ll always be with you no matter what.”

His heart warmed. This man always accommodated him, and no matter how many years passed, he would always treat him like a child to be comforted.

“But getting married will let more people know that we’re together,” Xu Wan said with a smile.

He hugged Lun Ling before the other could react. “Lun Ling, I also want a grand wedding like the Sect Leader and the Demon Lord had.”

On the day of their wedding, the immortal-demon barrier opened again. Like last time, it stayed open for three days.

That night, in the bedchamber, Lun Ling helped Xu Wan take off his fiery red wedding robe and put on a soft inner garment.

“Wanwan, if you’re still afraid of that, we don’t have to do it.”

After so many years, the two half-brothers had long since lived out their lives and entered the cycle of reincarnation, but the trauma they had caused Xu Wan could never be erased.

Xu Wan took a deep breath and hugged Lun Ling. His body was trembling with fear, but he forced himself to be brave. “It’s okay. I’m not afraid… With Lun Ling, I’m never afraid…”

He always made Lun Ling’s heart ache.

Lun Ling tentatively kissed his soft lips. Xu Wan’s hands were pressed against his chest. He suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

He stared at his hands in a daze. “I think… I’ve resonated.”

The prophecy had come true. Lun Ling was the most suitable fated weapon for him all along.

“Silly Wanwan,” Lun Ling said with a laugh. He rubbed his face, looked into his eyes, and made an undying vow.

“I will be the sword in Wanwan’s hand.”