After Marrying the Disabled Demon Lord as a Substitute, I Ran Away with His Child - Chapter 35

Chapter 35

On this day, Zuo Siqiu felt a sense of chest tightness and nausea. Upon opening her eyes, she didn’t even have time to look at the exquisite profile of the man before her; she sat up and immediately vomited to the side.

However, she didn’t actually throw anything up. After all, she had already achieved India (fasting); lately, aside from eating some dried sour plums to satisfy her cravings, she had consumed nothing else. How could she vomit anything?

But why would she feel chest tightness and nausea for no reason? As a cultivator, she shouldn’t be plagued by these annoying minor ailments.

Once her chest felt slightly better, she turned around to see Xuan Mo already sitting in his wheelchair, gazing intently at her. Xuan Mo’s robes were somewhat disheveled. Zuo Siqiu suddenly remembered that when she woke up just now, her hand had been pulled out from inside Xuan Mo’s collar!

During this period, Xuan Mo had risen earlier than her every morning, so she had never noticed anything amiss. Only now did she realize: did Xuan Mo get up early because he didn’t want their morning encounters to be too awkward? If she “frivolously” touched him like this every morning and he didn’t wake up early, the two of them facing each other daily would indeed make it difficult to know how to continue their relationship.

Amidst her tumbling thoughts, her gaze fell upon Xuan Mo’s snow-white neck and collarbone. Seeing Adam’s apple bob slightly, her heart actually skipped a beat. Zuo Siqiu realized she had been very “off” lately.

After a moment, Xuan Mo seemed to notice something as well; his ceremonial robes instantly adjusted to be fully fastened, blocking Zuo Siqiu’s view of his collarbone.

Zuo Siqiu didn’t know how to explain, feeling that bringing up the topic would be far too embarrassing. She could only change the subject: “When are we setting off for the secret realm? My spirit pills are all refined.”

Xuan Mo replied, “The realm opens in three days.”

The awkward conversation did nothing to ease the atmosphere. Zuo Siqiu quickly gathered her skirts and ran off. “I’m going to go check on the big rooster first!”

After she fled, Xuan Mo let out a cold snort. “All day long, all you think about is that ‘husband’ of yours.”

…

Three days later.

On her ring finger, Zuo Siqiu wore the storage ring Xuan Mo had sold to her. It contained all her assets. Carrying her entire fortune, she arrived at the entrance of the Milong Secret Realm with Xuan Mo and the others.

The entrance was suspended behind a thick layer of golden mist. The mist looked brilliant and enticing, but anyone who stepped into it would be lost forever until their body and soul could no longer endure it, leading to the dissipation of their spirit.

At the same time, thousands of miles away in the Long family estate, the Long Family Head infused his spiritual energy into a dragon-shaped black stone. The stone gradually emitted golden light until the entire rock turned gold. Far away at the Milong Secret Realm, the smoke dispersed, revealing a massive dragon-shaped cavern.

Zuo Siqiu followed the crowd into the cave. Suddenly, the scene before her shifted, and a dark, gloomy forest appeared.

Xuan Mo said, “The Milong Secret Realm has only a moon and no sun, so there is no daylight. You must be careful walking in this darkness.”

Zuo Siqiu nodded. She valued her life above all and would certainly be cautious. However, at that moment, she caught a strange scent and felt her stomach churn again, as if she were about to vomit. She immediately ate two dried sour plums to suppress the nausea.

As more and more cultivators entered the realm, they felt wary of the demonic disciples and kept their distance. However, when they saw Zuo Siqiu beside the cultists, they would offer her smiles.

“Master Siqiu, you are here as well! What a pleasant surprise!” “Master Siqiu, if you need any help, just say the word! I’ll do whatever it takes—it would be great if you could give me a larger quota when I pre-order pills next time!”

Zuo Siqiu’s excellent networking skills exceeded the expectations of most Xuanyun Sect members.

“I didn’t expect that even our reputation as a ‘demonic cult’ couldn’t suppress Madam. Look how polite those ‘righteous’ people are to her!” “Of course. The pills Madam refines are so good; it’s only natural she earns the respect of those cultivators.”

Hearing these words, Xuan Mo lowered his eyes slightly.

Zuo Siqiu didn’t think much of it. Shortly after entering the realm, she discovered a basic material for alchemy. She pulled out the iron shovel she had bought and prepared to dig.

Xuan Mo: “…” “Where did you get that thing?”

Zuo Siqiu: “I bought it! I had quite a hard time getting the Black Shop manager to find it for me.”

Xuan Mo felt a headache coming on. “What cultivator uses such a tool to gather herbs? You should just use a hand seal.”

Zuo Siqiu: “Then you really don’t understand me. Aside from refining pills, what else can I do? I can’t even figure out those hand seals. If I used seals to gather herbs, I don’t know how much time I’d waste.”

Xuan Mo sighed and looked at the disciples behind him. The group immediately stepped forward. “Madam, there’s no need for you to do this yourself. Let us help you!”

A group of Xuanyun Sect members swarmed forward, using various techniques to help Zuo Siqiu harvest the spiritual grass.

…

In the Milong Secret Realm, different sects moved in different directions, gradually carving out their own territories. Those “righteous” people had expected themselves to be organized and the Xuanyun Sect to be chaotic. Instead, they looked back to see the demonic disciples digging wherever Zuo Siqiu pointed; wherever they passed, not a single blade of spiritual grass remained.

Among a group of rogue cultivators, Zhu Jiechou and Bi Zhian looked toward Zuo Siqiu. Zhu Jiechou’s brow was deeply furrowed. “Every single material related to alchemy has been pocketed by Zuo Siqiu. She is truly insatiable.”

Bi Zhian’s eyes flickered with other emotions, but she said, “Little Junior Sister isn’t that kind of person. These are all orders from the Demon Sovereign; what choice does she have?”

Zhu Jiechou frowned at Zuo Siqiu but didn’t argue. He would eventually find an opportunity to seize her. No matter how many materials she gathered now, they would all be his later.

…

The journey was safe at first, but after two or three days, they encountered obstacles. Zuo Siqiu looked at the giant Mountain Ghost that had suddenly appeared. Smelling the foul stench of rotting corpses in the air, she couldn’t hold it back any longer; she leaned against a nearby tree and vomited.

This Mountain Ghost blocked the path of the Xuanyun Sect; there were no other sects around. It was coming for them. They could choose to flee Mountain Ghosts are territorial and won’t chase enemies once they leave their zone.

The Xuanyun Sect members were debating whether to retreat or attack. The Demonic Physician stepped forward. “This is a Mountain Ghost King. We must obtain its Ghost Core!”

The Ghost Core was one of the materials Xuan Mo needed. The group immediately formed an array, and the two Protectors, Yan Jiaojiao and Xue Mo, rushed forward.

Zuo Siqiu pulled a fist-sized spirit pill from her ring and said to the group, “Freeze it first! It’s easier to fight if it’s frozen!”

The members knew about her strange pills she had used during the crusade against Bimu. However, those pills had only frozen half the body of a human cultivator. To them, even a larger pill couldn’t possibly freeze a Mountain Ghost as tall as a mountain. They told her to just rest while they handled it.

Zuo Siqiu retracted her pill. “Then, good luck!”

The members exerted all their efforts to show off in front of her. If they left a deep impression on the Sovereign, they might gain the same advantages as Yan Jiaojiao—getting any pill they wanted without waiting in line.

However, fifteen minutes later, they hadn’t even scratched the ghost. Instead, many were heavily injured. Yan Jiaojiao was swatted away by the ghost’s fist, landing near Zuo Siqiu. She spat out blood. “This thing is too difficult. Who knew such a big hunk of meat could be so agile?”

Xuan Mo narrowed his eyes and said to Zuo Siqiu, “Stay here and don’t move.” He then drove his wheelchair forward, joining the battle with an overwhelming aura. Finally, they were able to wound the ghost, but progress was still slow.

Zuo Siqiu watched with mounting anxiety. I have to do something. Everyone is working so hard, and I’m just here eating sour plums. I’m too useless.

She called out to Xuan Mo: “Venerable One! It’s agile, but if it’s frozen, it can’t dodge!”

Xuan Mo looked at her. Zuo Siqiu pulled out the fist-sized Freezing Pill again. “I’ve modified this one; it’s much more effective than the one used on Bimu.”

Xuan Mo: “Throw it.”

Zuo Siqiu struck a shot-put pose. The Mountain Ghost was such a large target she didn’t even need to aim. She threw it with all her might. When the pill exploded against the ghost, it let out a roar. Following the roar, the area of impact began to crystallize into ice. Blue ice spread across the ghost’s black body, soon freezing more than half of its massive frame.

The Xuanyun Sect members turned back in shock. “Does this pill have some kind of ‘absolute effect’ where it freezes half the body regardless of size?”

Even Xuan Mo was astonished. With the ghost frozen, its agility vanished. The disciples swarmed it and took it down within fifteen minutes. Xuan Mo extracted the Ghost Core and tossed it to Zuo Siqiu. “Keep this for me.”

Zuo Siqiu carefully tucked it away, feeling a great sense of accomplishment. The disciples now looked at her with even more worship.

…

This scene was witnessed by Zhu Jiechou and Bi Zhian, who were following in secret. Bi Zhian couldn’t believe her eyes. “I never knew Little Junior Sister was so talented. In just a few months, she improved the Freezing Pill to such a powerful degree.”

Zhu Jiechou’s eyes were full of greed. To use her as a mere cauldron seemed like a waste now. “In two days,” he whispered to Bi Zhian, “they will reach the Mist Array mentioned by the Long family. That will be our best chance.”

…

Meanwhile, Zuo Siqiu was leaning against a tree again, vomiting until she was dizzy. The Demonic Physician frowned. “Madam, let me check your pulse?”

Zuo Siqiu rinsed her mouth with spiritual water. “No need. It’s just the disgusting smell in this realm; I’ll get used to it.”

Feeling her spiritual energy fluctuating from the vomiting, she popped a Qi-Recovery Pill. It happened to be the “Xianyu Flower” variety, which she liked to eat to stimulate her thoughts during alchemy.

After a moment, she began to reflect. Wait, why am I always vomiting? Let me check my own body.

She entered a meditative state—something she rarely did, as she preferred sleeping. Her divine sense delved into her body, flowing through her meridians until it reached the Golden Core in her Dantian.

Her body seemed fine… Wait. What was that inside the Golden Core?

She looked closer and saw a tiny, peanut-sized infant curled up inside her Golden Core.

Zuo Siqiu: “???”