After Marrying the Disabled Demon Lord as a Substitute, I Ran Away with His Child - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

One point in Zuo Siqiu’s fabricated story about their wedding night was absolutely correct: Xuan Mo’s body could not move.

However, just because he was immobile didn’t mean he was defenseless. He could condense his internal pressure to block any of Zuo Siqiu’s actions; it wouldn’t even be difficult for him to seriously injure or kill her. But at this moment, for reasons he didn’t understand, he didn’t do it. Perhaps he wanted to see just how far this woman would go?

Zuo Siqiu had no idea she was behaving so absurdly and boldly. She felt as though she were in a sea of dreams, stepping on soft, fluffy clouds. But the clouds were a bit hot—so hot that her entire body was burning. Just then, a large block of ice appeared before her. She pressed her hands against it, and a wave of coolness spread from her palms throughout her body.

Burning up, she craved more of that chill. She reached out and hugged the giant ice block, pressing her body against it. To express her gratitude and affection, she even pursed her lips and gave the ice a little kiss, a sweet smile hovering on her lips.

However, the giant ice block didn’t seem to want her gratitude, nor did it enjoy the cuddling. Even though the ice block had no hands or feet, an invisible force pushed her away, refusing to let her cling to it. This wouldn’t do! If she didn’t stay close to the ice, she would burn to death!

She wrestled with the giant ice block for a long time. Finally, the ice block reluctantly conjured a smaller, arm-thick piece of ice for her. Though it wasn’t as good as the big one, it was better than nothing. She immediately hugged it and rubbed against it repeatedly to show her joy.

…

The next morning, when Zuo Siqiu woke up, Xuan Mo was already up. She sat up and rubbed her temples. Her head felt like it was going to explode, and there was a ball of fire burning in her chest. She felt terrible. Was she sick? No wonder she had dreamed of ice last night.

She noticed her clothes and the blankets were a bit disheveled, which didn’t usually happen. But with her splitting headache, she didn’t think much of it and slumped back onto the bed. She rummaged through her storage pouch and found a Body Recovery Pill. She wasn’t sure if a cultivation-world pill could cure a fever, but after taking it, a cool sensation rose from her dantian, finally dispelling some of the heat in her chest. She fell back into a deep sleep and didn’t feel better until the afternoon.

When she finally got up and went to the courtyard, she saw Xuan Mo staring intensely at the large rooster. Under the high pressure of Xuan Mo’s gaze, the rooster was standing on one leg, frozen like a statue. Zuo Siqiu immediately hurried over to mediate between her two “husbands.”

“Lord, what are you doing? Are you bullying the rooster?”

Xuan Mo glanced at her sideways. “What, are you worried about your ‘husband’?”

Zuo Siqiu sensitively noticed something was off. Although Xuan Mo was usually cold, his gaze today was entirely different. She instinctively tensed up, internal alarms blaring. “Lord… did I do something to upset you?”

Xuan Mo just looked at her coldly without saying a word, which was even more terrifying. Zuo Siqiu started imagining the bloody, cruel scenes from the original book where Xuan Mo led the demonic cult to slaughter the righteous sects. What chilled her spine most, however, was his current expression. It looked as if she had done something to betray him.

Was he still angry about what she said to Yan Jiaojiao yesterday? She couldn’t think of anything else. She immediately lowered her head and began to apologize. “I know I was wrong. I promise I won’t make up stories about you in front of others anymore. Please forgive me, don’t be angry with me.” Her voice was soft and sweet, just like usual.

Xuan Mo’s eyelashes fluttered. Finally, he let out a deep sigh. He was angry because of what happened last night, but since Zuo Siqiu didn’t remember it, how was he supposed to bring it up? He certainly couldn’t voice such accusations. Besides, nothing truly “happened,” so he couldn’t exactly demand she take responsibility.

Xuan Mo tilted his chin slightly, pointing at the one-legged rooster. “Take your ‘husband’ far away. Get out of my sight.”

…

Zuo Siqiu carried the rooster out of the cave and sat on the front steps. She didn’t have the energy to chatter at the bird today. Whenever she sat still, she felt a wave of discomfort. Could this be the cultivation version of a period?

A month after she transmigrated, she realized she didn’t get a period. From the memories she had inherited, she learned that cultivators’ bodies were different; female cultivators didn’t have “sunflower water,” though it didn’t affect fertility. This feeling of fatigue, emptiness, and heat felt a lot like the irritability before a period.

Zuo Siqiu buried her head in the rooster’s thick feathers and let out a soft groan of frustration. Yan Jiaojiao hadn’t come to visit today; if she had someone to talk to, maybe she could distract herself.

This discomfort grew even more ferocious by nightfall. Zuo Siqiu frowned as she lay on the footstool next to Xuan Mo’s bed, tossing and turning.

Xuan Mo was annoyed by the noise. “You usually sleep more than anyone. Why can’t you sleep tonight?”

Zuo Siqiu’s brow was tightly furrowed. “I don’t know. I feel so hot.”

Xuan Mo was silent for a moment. “You were indeed quite warm last night.”

Zuo Siqiu’s mind was a bit blurry, and she spoke without thinking. “But you’re so cool. If I get closer to you, it feels much better.”

Xuan Mo sighed. “I have an Ice Spirit Root.”

“I know,” Zuo Siqiu muttered. “A super-grade Ice Spirit Root. It’s because the root is too powerful for your physical body to handle that you’re paralyzed in bed…” She then recited a line from the book: “…becoming the Great Demon that the world calls omnipotent but actually can’t do anything—especially in bed.”

Xuan Mo, who had been about to let her onto the bed, gave a cold snort and fell silent.

Before long, Zuo Siqiu crawled onto the bed in her daze, slowly moving toward the cool body beside her. She wrapped her arms around Xuan Mo’s waist and refused to let go. Xuan Mo could feel her body burning like a fireball. His eyes narrowed. He had suspected something since noon, and her current state confirmed it. In all the time she had slept next to him, she had never been this hot.

As he was thinking, she became even more daring, draping half her body over him to absorb more of his chill. Xuan Mo’s breathing grew heavy. He took a deep breath and said, “Get off me.”

But Zuo Siqiu rubbed her face against the crook of his neck, her voice soft and coquettish. “No…” A moment later, she whispered, “I want…”

Xuan Mo was now certain she had been set up. He could guess the intent behind it. In both the mortal and cultivation worlds, there were many drugs designed to induce dual cultivation. Some were so potent that without the act, the victims might explode from the internal pressure.

He remembered that Zuo Siqiu had married him in place of Bi Zhian. Bi Zhian supposedly had a Top-grade Fire Spirit Root, a perfect match for him. Originally, he was destined for a short life, but the Bixia Sect Master used a spirit pill to extend his life in exchange for his daughter’s hand. Xuan Mo suspected the Sect Master’s obsession with the marriage was linked to the balance of Ice and Fire roots. But the Sect Master wouldn’t help him out of kindness. Was he trying to help his daughter, or harm her?

Zuo Siqiu also had a Fire Spirit Root, which the Sect Master must have known. Why did he want his daughter to cultivate with him? Now that Zuo Siqiu was the substitute, everything was fine until Fu Gui returned. Now Zuo Siqiu was burning up and clinging to him. This was likely a scheme to force them into dual cultivation.

Zuo Siqiu had mentioned that Fu Gui was in contact with the Bixia Sect Master. Was the Sect Master the type to look out for an insignificant disciple? Xuan Mo dismissed the thought immediately. If he cared, he would have known her talent was higher than Long Xiaotian’s. He would have tried to prevent the marriage before. Therefore, dual cultivation could only be a trap.

He looked down at the woman clinging to him. “The line you insisted on leaving out has caught a fish, but now the fish wants your life. What will you do?”

Xuan Mo’s aura turned icy, a misty frost surrounding him. It swirled around Zuo Siqiu like a shield—or a temptation. Feeling the cold, she rubbed against him even harder.

Xuan Mo’s deep voice was cold and steady. “What do you mean by these movements?” He let out a faint, almost imperceptible sigh. “Endure it for tonight. I’ve sent word for the Demon Doctor, but he can’t get back immediately. When he returns tomorrow, I’ll have him examine you.”

He used a condensed aura to gently try and push her body off of him, but Zuo Siqiu held on tight, refusing to let go. Even Xuan Mo felt a flicker of restlessness deep in his heart.