After His Demise, the Demon Lord's Doted Canary Finally Sees the Light - Chapter 93

After leaving Xiao Chi’s home, Jiufang Cangze’s sense of novelty hadn’t faded.

“Before, if anyone ever compared me to the Primordial God, I would just get scolded. This is the first time someone has praised me.”

“Oh?” Qiu Fuxue’s eyes curved into crescent moons. He turned to face him. “Then is the Demon Lord willing to mend his ways?”

It was midday, and the villagers had all gone home to eat. Taking advantage of the fact that they were alone, Jiufang Cangze wrapped his arms around Qiu Fuxue’s waist and pulled him into an embrace. He leaned in and said in a low voice, “Jiufang Cangze is no longer the Demon Lord. He is now Immortal Lord Fuxue’s last disciple.”

Qiu Fuxue’s ears burned, and his cheeks turned red, but he didn’t push him away. He boldly leaned in. “In my heart, you are the only one worthy of the title ‘Demon Lord.'”

Having tasted affection, Jiufang Cangze wanted to continue their intimate moment, but Qiu Fuxue didn’t dare to indulge anymore. He broke free from the embrace and entered the temple.

Jiufang Cangze laughed as he followed. “A-Xue, is this your way of calming down?”

Qiu Fuxue looked at the statue and took a deep breath. The feeling of lust and agitation gradually receded. “When I’m by the God’s side, my mind is exceptionally calm.”

Jiufang Cangze silently watched the statue, which was shorter than he was. The Primordial God’s indifferent face, almost an exact replica of Qiu Fuxue’s, appeared in his mind. “The Primordial God is just like that. I’ve never seen him get flustered over anything.”

Qiu Fuxue touched the beads on his wrist. They were a little warm, a sign that Jiufang Cangze had been moved just now.

He hesitated for a moment, then took off the string of heart-blood beads. “Cangze, the God originally gave me these to restrain you. But now… I don’t need them anymore. They’re yours.”

Jiufang Cangze stared at the heart-blood beads that had tormented him and made him wish for death. He slowly closed the other’s palm around them. “He gave them to you. Keep them.”

He leaned in and whispered something into Qiu Fuxue’s ear. The latter’s eyes widened, and his pupils constricted.

Jiufang Cangze laughed as he looked up. “This way, I can tell outsiders that my heart is with you.”

Qiu Fuxue had not yet recovered from the shock when another clap of thunder rang out outside, followed by a downpour.

Unlike the last rain, he couldn’t mind his chaotic thoughts. He felt that something big was about to happen.

As if to confirm his premonition, a loud clamor erupted outside the temple.

The boy, Xiao Chi, clutching a rusted saber, ignored the villagers’ attempts to stop him and burst in. His eyes were red. It was hard to tell if the liquid on his face was rainwater or tears.

He pointed the saber at the Primordial God’s statue, his aura ferocious. He cried out, “What kind of God are you?! I heard you’ve saved so many people, so why couldn’t you save my dad?! What did we do wrong?!”

The villagers behind him rushed in, scolding him for disrespecting the God, but Xiao Chi swung his saber and cut off a man’s arm.

Once the killing began, it couldn’t be stopped.

Crying, shouting, and blood filled the entire temple. Qiu Fuxue tried to step forward to stop it but found his hand passed through Xiao Chi’s shoulder.

Everything in front of his eyes had already happened. The past could not be changed.

Xiao Chi killed the villagers who had bullied them. He dragged the saber and jumped onto the offering table, preparing to cut off the statue’s head.

“Stop—!” Qiu Fuxue cried out in alarm. He knew the other person couldn’t hear him, but he couldn’t bear to just watch.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chi’s motion of swinging the saber paused.

But it was only for a moment. His gaze did not move. He then hatefully chopped off the head of the so-called God.

The statue’s head fell to the ground and broke in half. Its body was also toppled from the offering table.

Xiao Chi lit a large fire, burning the simple temple to the ground, completely obliterating it in the river of time.

The blood-soaked boy walked out of the flames with a laugh. The river’s water suddenly surged, raising waves that covered the sky and the sun. It extinguished the fire and also submerged the once-lively village.

So when the Primordial God descended, the village’s disaster wasn’t a drought, but a flood.

Love and hate all remained here.

The illusion ended. The surroundings returned to darkness. Qiu Fuxue stood in front of the ruined temple. At his feet lay the shattered statue of the Primordial God.

This was the village’s true appearance now.

Jiufang Cangze bent down and picked up a piece of the broken stone. “The Primordial God wouldn’t like a body like this.”

“No wonder… After this, there were no more statues of the Primordial God in the mortal world.” Qiu Fuxue looked crestfallen. “There’s so much suffering in the world. How could the God possibly save everyone?”

But in the end, Xiao Chi had done nothing wrong. He was just fighting against his unfair fate.

There was no true right or wrong in this world.

Walking out of the temple, Qiu Fuxue glanced at the pile of shattered stone. Although he had been prepared, he couldn’t hide the pain in his heart.

Sunk deep into the seabed, the river behind the temple was now unrecognizable. The moment they got close, the river turned into a forest, and the sound of chopping wood could be heard continuously.

Their hands, which were intertwined, tightened. Qiu Fuxue looked at Jiufang Cangze, and together they followed the sound.

A skinny boy was swinging a bloody saber. He stood in front of a large tree, endlessly repeating the motion of chopping wood.

“Xiao Chi?” Qiu Fuxue said softly.

Xiao Chi heard his voice and slowly turned his head.

He had empty eye sockets with no eyeballs, and a few streaks of blood streaked across his sunken cheeks.

He held the saber and walked up to Qiu Fuxue, his voice hoarse and terrifying. “Sir… my dad is sick. Do you have any medicine?”

Qiu Fuxue only had elixirs and wasn’t sure if they would work. At this moment, Jiufang Cangze took out a delicate porcelain bottle and handed it to Xiao Chi. “Here.”

This was the medicine Qiu Fuxue had given him to treat the injuries from when Li Yun had made him kneel.

Xiao Chi took the medicine and stretched his lips into a terrifying smile. He turned and picked up a pile of chopped wood from the ground. “Thank you. I’ll trade you these logs for the medicine.”

From their observations over the past few days, most of the villagers made a living by chopping wood. To Xiao Chi, this hard-earned pile of wood was the most precious thing he owned.

After taking the bundle of wood, Xiao Chi’s last obsession faded, and his soul completely dissipated.

Looking at the silent village, Qiu Fuxue didn’t feel as if his trip had been for nothing.

Saving the world is truly difficult. No matter what you do, someone will always be dissatisfied. Even the Primordial God couldn’t escape this.

He thought of the child who had died tragically at the hands of the Butterfly Fiend. The entire family’s souls were later extinguished by Jiufang Cangze’s spear.

“Cangze, you can no longer act so freely by my side. Do you feel wronged?” It was a question that came out of nowhere.

Jiufang Cangze hooked his finger and scratched Qiu Fuxue’s palm twice. “A-Xue, what are you thinking about? The bottom of the sea is too stuffy. Let’s go up and get some sweet cakes!”

By avoiding the question, Qiu Fuxue assumed the other was willing. He chuckled and kissed him on the lips. “Okay.”

But in a place they couldn’t see, the sea’s surface was shimmering, and demonic energy was running rampant. It was not as calm as they imagined.