After Marrying the Disabled Demon Lord as a Substitute, I Ran Away with His Child - Chapter 17

Chapter 17

With Xuan Mo acting as her protector, Zuo Siqiu became even bolder in her alchemy. After all, even if she failed, a high-level cultivator like Xuan Mo was right there to back her up.

However, failure was out of the question. During her refining process, a small phenomenon even occurred—a multi-colored spiritual halo swirled around her cauldron. Since she was focused with her eyes closed on extracting the pills, she didn’t see it.

The world claimed that Long Xiaotian of the Bixia Sect was the most talented alchemist, with a 90% success rate and occasional perfect batches. Looking at it now, Xuan Mo realized Long Xiaotian likely couldn’t hold a candle to Zuo Siqiu. She had refined ten batches in front of him without a single wasted pill, accompanied by spiritual anomalies. She was clearly the true genius of the Bixia Sect, yet why had she never been famous?

When she finished, Zuo Siqiu felt no fatigue. She opened her eyes joyfully, counted her pills, and beamed, showing her pearly white teeth. With Xuan Mo’s Foundation Building Pills and his protection, her speed had increased significantly.

She turned to him, her smile bright and soft. “Thank you, Lord.”

Xuan Mo nodded. He didn’t mention the wonders he had witnessed; instead, he eyed her pill bottles. “I didn’t realize you could produce so many. You only give me a few each time despite owing me so much debt. You must be secretly hoarding quite a lot, aren’t you?”

Zuo Siqiu’s smile froze. She had hoarded a lot, but she didn’t think she owed him that much. She wasn’t fond of debt; she preferred saving money and stockpiling resources. Also, that was the longest sentence Xuan Mo had ever said to her! Truly, only interest can motivate a person.

Still, she remained stingy. “I… I made many, but I need to eat them myself, and some are for consignment…” She reluctantly handed one bottle to him. “This is for the Lord.”

Xuan Mo’s aura wrapped around the bottle to pull it away, but Zuo Siqiu gripped it tightly, unwilling to let go. The pills were still warm! Xuan Mo heartlessly snatched them anyway.

Furthermore, Zuo Siqiu realized that while her speed increased with him watching, she could no longer “slack off.” Usually, she could stretch her seclusion for quite a while, but this time, they walked out together after only fifteen days.

Hugging her rooster and feeding it spirit pill fodder, she grumbled, “Sigh, why was I so greedy for his protection? I’m so stupid.” Rooster: “Cluck, cluck.”

…

Fu Gui finally learned of Zuo Siqiu’s emergence. She opened her eyes from meditation. The Foundation Building Pills she gave Zuo Siqiu had been tampered with; once consumed, they would induce a desire for dual cultivation and cause subtle changes in Zuo Siqiu’s body. Once she had cultivated with the Demon Sovereign enough times, she would become the perfect “primer” for the Bixia Sect Master’s pills.

However, Fu Gui knew Zuo Siqiu was wary of her. Direct poisoning would fail and expose her. She couldn’t imagine what the Sect Master would do to her parents’ souls if she failed. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her soul, as if it were being refined by spirit fire—the Sect Master was losing patience.

Since she couldn’t target Zuo Siqiu directly, who else? Her mind flashed to Yan Jiaojiao, someone easy to approach and frequently around Zuo Siqiu. And what was Yan Jiaojiao most interested in? The romantic lives of the Leader and his wife.

When the pain subsided, Fu Gui’s pale face looked even more ghostly. With a desperate determination, she left her cave.

Yan Jiaojiao wasn’t surprised to see Fu Gui, as many disciples came to her with issues. But she didn’t expect the matter to be so personal—and so interesting.

Yan Jiaojiao: “You say you want to know the Madam’s ‘husband-taming’ techniques?”

Fu Gui lowered her head, feigning bashfulness. “You know I pursued the Lord for so long to no avail. Yet the Madam made him fall for her the very night she arrived. I have… other interests now, someone else I want to pursue, but I don’t know where to start. Since the Madam knows my past, she’s wary of me. Could you ask her for me?”

Yan Jiaojiao was more than happy to help. This was the perfect excuse to go gossip with Zuo Siqiu. She wanted to know those “husband-taming” secrets herself!

Fu Gui leaned in. “Let me explain my situation in detail.” Yan Jiaojiao didn’t realize that as Fu Gui approached, she released the first spirit pill. It dissolved into the air instantly. Once the “request” was made, Fu Gui watched her leave with a heavy heart. This was her only pill; if this failed, she would have to face her punishment.

…

Yan Jiaojiao found Zuo Siqiu sitting at the cave entrance with the rooster. “Madam, what are you whispering to your ‘husband’ now?”

Zuo Siqiu was now quite comfortable playing along. “Just some secrets you aren’t allowed to hear!”

Yan Jiaojiao sat down and hooked her arm through Zuo Siqiu’s, asking with the most innocent face and most scandalous voice: “I have to ask—how did you take down the Lord? We all thought he’d kill you on the wedding night.”

Zuo Siqiu was puzzled by the sudden question, but her brain went into overdrive to fabricate a story. “Well… the Lord is a man, after all…”

Yan Jiaojiao nodded. “But he can’t move. Didn’t he get angry or reject you?”

Zuo Siqiu racked her brain. How should she lie about this? She started hesitantly but soon found her flow by drawing on her vast “theoretical knowledge” (from web novels).

“Well, he’s a man with… needs. At first, he resisted and was very fierce. But then—and this is the turning point—I kissed him. Once I kissed him, he stopped being fierce. I kissed him so hard his whole body went soft, his breathing became shallow, and he couldn’t say another mean word. Even his tone became soft!”

Yan Jiaojiao’s face turned redder and redder, her eyes sparkling. “And then? And then?”

Zuo Siqiu continued: “Then I moved from his lips to his chin, his neck… and many places that are ‘too descriptive’ for a standard novel! His skin is as white and flawless as mutton-fat jade. He lay there motionless, letting me do as I pleased. How could I let such an obedient Lord go? I left ‘red plum blossoms’ (hickeys) all over his jade-like skin!”

Yan Jiaojiao covered her nose. “Wow, wow, wow!” This was better than any of her smutty novels!

Zuo Siqiu felt her own body heating up. It was embarrassing to recount “night-stories” she’d read, so the heat seemed normal. Just as Yan Jiaojiao was about to ask more, a cold voice rang out from the cave.

“Zuo Siqiu, shut up.”

The two were instantly jolted awake. Zuo Siqiu’s face went pale with panic. Oh no, I got too carried away. The content was too explosive! Yan Jiaojiao felt a wave of disappointment. Darn, forgot he could hear us. I definitely won’t get more details now.

They looked at each other, then slumped their shoulders. One scurried away, and the other slunk back into the dwelling. Zuo Siqiu hugged her rooster, looking timidly at Xuan Mo. For some reason, her own words kept playing back. His skin is incredibly white and smooth, and that Adam’s apple…

Before she could look twice, Xuan Mo spat through gritted teeth, “What are you looking at?” Zuo Siqiu ducked her head like a quail.

…

That night, Yan Jiaojiao felt a restless fire in her heart. She headed down the mountain to find an old flame, carrying a pill that would make her lover unable to move for an hour.

Inside the Leader’s cave, Zuo Siqiu and Xuan Mo had retired. Though she knew she’d end up on the bed, Zuo Siqiu dutifully started on the footstool. But she felt an unbearable restlessness and heat in her heart.

She climbed onto the bed in a daze, which Xuan Mo expected. But he never imagined she would dare to reach her hand inside his robes! It seemed those things she told Yan Jiaojiao weren’t just lies—she had been planning this all along!