After Marrying the Disabled Demon Lord as a Substitute, I Ran Away with His Child - Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Zuo Siqiu was not the type to go easy on a villain like Zhu Jiechou, especially one who had done so many evil deeds and specifically plotted against her. She had worked far too hard to stay alive until this day.

Adhering to her golden rule that “wandering around leads to danger,” she stayed exactly where she was. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Xuan Mo appeared before her.

Seeing Xuan Mo covered in blood, Zuo Siqiu hurriedly pulled out Body-Reconstitution Pills and Qi-Recovery Pills and rushed to his side.

“Venerable One, why are you covered in so much blood? Where is the Demonic Physician? Call him over quickly to check on you!”

Xuan Mo used his aura to gently block her hand as she tried to feed him the pills. “This seat is fine. This is all other people’s blood.”

Zuo Siqiu breathed a sigh of relief. “Hurry and clean yourself up then. You look terrifying like this.”

Xuan Mo chanted a quick cleansing spell, and the bloodstains vanished instantly; he even swapped his ceremonial robes for a fresh set. “Did I scare you looking like that?”

Zuo Siqiu nodded. “I thought you were seriously injured.”

Xuan Mo froze for a moment. So that was the kind of “scared” she meant.

Seeing that he was unharmed, Zuo Siqiu presented the jade slip in her hand like a trophy. “Venerable One, look what I’ve got!”

Xuan Mo probed it with his divine sense, his eyes widening in surprise. “You actually obtained the map of the Milong Secret Realm.”

Zuo Siqiu recounted the encounter. “I didn’t expect my Second Senior Brother to team up with the Long family to kidnap me. They said I’m some kind of ‘medicinal primer.’ Luckily, I was alert and set a trap. Instead of catching me, I beat him into the ground.”

Her eyes sparkled with pride. “See? I’m not a burden after all, right?”

“And since I have this map, and the Long family opened this realm specifically for us, we shouldn’t be polite. I heard they sent their elite disciples to bring back treasures. We can’t let them beat us to it.”

Xuan Mo replied, “They certainly have other plans. You must be even more careful these coming days. Do not let them snatch you away. Otherwise, by the time I see you again, you might be a spirit pill—and taking you back would only benefit this seat’s cultivation.”

Zuo Siqiu wrinkled her nose. “Keep dreaming, Venerable One. I’m not turning into a pill.”

Soon, the members of the Xuanyun Sect found them. Since the mist had cleared early, there were no casualties. The two didn’t mention the attempt on Zuo Siqiu’s life, but they quietly began leading the group toward the rarest treasures marked on the map.

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The Long Family’s Frustration

At the Long family estate, the Family Head was radiating confidence as he spoke with the elders.

“Once Zhu Jiechou brings Zuo Siqiu back, we will immediately begin the refining process. We must produce the Tribulation-Crossing Pill to ensure our elders pass their trials safely.”

Among these elders were several at the Body Integration Stage, and one at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage. If the former passed, they would reach Tribulation Transcendence; if the latter passed, they would reach the Great Perfection (Mahayana) Stage—just one step away from ascension.

In the past, no Long family member had ever reached the Great Perfection stage. They desperately needed Zuo Siqiu.

They watched the movements in the realm through a massive dragon statue that mirrored the secret realm, showing where the treasures were located. They hadn’t sent their elders in because the realm adjusted its difficulty based on a cultivator’s level. Last time, their powerful experts were slaughtered by high-level traps. This time, they sent “excellent but not peak” disciples, certain they could retrieve everything while Xuan Mo and his cult perished.

Suddenly, a light at the “Dragon’s Tail” flickered out.

The Family Head nodded. “It seems our disciples have claimed the first treasure.”

An elder laughed. “Let me check who got it!”

They had a unique communication method unknown to other sects. But when the message returned, it wasn’t good news.

“What? It wasn’t our disciples who took the treasure at the Dragon’s Tail!”

“Perhaps a rogue cultivator got lucky. No matter; once we find out who it is, we’ll have our disciples take it back.”

A moment later, a light at the “Dragon’s Claw” went dark. They messaged again.

“It wasn’t us again! They said they were a step too late!”

“Who is it? These treasures are in hidden, dangerous spots. Without a map, how could anyone find them?”

This was only the beginning. Over the next two days, more than half of the treasures in the Milong Secret Realm were snatched up. Not a single one went to the Long family.

The Family Head and the elders were so livid they smashed the furniture in the main hall.

“What is going on?! Who is stealing our treasures?”

“Could it be Zhu Jiechou? I gave him a map to help him, but even he shouldn’t be this fast!”

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The “Sheep-Shearing” Operation

The culprits were, of course, Zuo Siqiu and her party.

As a reader of the original novel, Zuo Siqiu knew this realm well. In the book, the protagonists suffered greatly here, though their relationship blossomed. With the map in hand and her memory of the “gimmick” of this realm, Zuo Siqiu was unstoppable.

“Venerable One, the monsters in this realm follow the rule of ‘The stronger you are, the stronger they are.'”

“This ‘strength’ isn’t just cultivation level; it includes combat intent. So, even with low cultivation, if you have high combat power, the monsters will be incredibly difficult. Look at that three-headed, six-armed beast guarding the path.”

She pointed to the monster. “It has that trait. So, let me be the martial arts failure to lead the charge.”

Xuan Mo refused. “What are you doing? With your lack of skill, a single palm strike from a minor mob would kill you.”

Zuo Siqiu insisted, “Believe me, no one is better at ‘pulling’ the boss than I am. As soon as I engage, you all focus your fire. We’ll kill it in an instant.”

Despite their worry, Zuo Siqiu’s persistence won out. She had everyone hide their killing intent. She walked up to the towering, demonic ape-like monster and, without any weapon, simply slapped its big toe.

It was a reckless move. No cultivator would ever imagine that a monster this terrifying could have such low offensive power against a “weak” opponent.

The Xuanyun Sect held their breath, ready to save her. The monster roared and swung a massive palm at her. Zuo Siqiu ducked. In that split second, Xuan Mo struck with a punch wrapped in a localized ice tornado.

Xuan Mo felt like his fist hit cotton. He had used too much force way too much. The moment his strike touched the monster, it exploded into a mist of blood, instantly consumed by the ice.

The rest of the disciples’ attacks were caught halfway, nearly impossible to pull back.

After a long silence, the disciples looked at Zuo Siqiu and gave her a thumbs up.

Zuo Siqiu stood up, looking at the Ten-Thousand-Year Snow Spirit Grass glowing nearby. She smiled brightly. “I shall call this operation: ‘The Greatest Sheep-Shearing in the Cultivation World.'”

Since the Long family used these treasures as “wool” to lure her in, she was going to shear them bald.

The Xuanyun Sect members felt like they were in a dream.

“Is this legendary secret realm really this easy?” “To be honest, the realms I went to as a Qi-Refining kid were scarier than this.” “Madam is incredible. She turned this nightmare into a playground.” “I thought I was here to be a bodyguard; turns out I’m just here to pull weeds.”

Since there was no combat, the disciples spent their time helping Zuo Siqiu harvest every single useful plant, even the basic ones. They cleared the realm like a fleet of bulldozers.

Zuo Siqiu’s smile widened. She was rich. Truly, filthy rich.

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Zhu Jiechou’s Delusion

Meanwhile, Zhu Jiechou, still trapped in the spiderweb, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his mind was a chaotic mess of reality and hallucination. In his distorted memory, the face of the Third Junior Sister was gradually being replaced by Zuo Siqiu.

He “remembered” being childhood sweethearts with Zuo Siqiu. He “remembered” their mutual love. But then, he “remembered” the wicked Third Junior Sister forcing Zuo Siqiu into a marriage sedan to wed the Demon Sovereign.

Then the memories shattered again. Bi Zhian’s smile appeared, followed by her maliciously sending Zuo Siqiu away.

He struggled against his bonds, his head throbbing. He couldn’t stand his “beloved” being married to someone else. He had to go to the Xuanyun Sect to save her!

But his “Little Junior Sister” was so kind, a pure white lotus who refused to expose the Third Junior Sister and chose to endure the pain of being the Demon Sovereign’s wife.

His heart ached. He regretted everything. To save him, his “Little Junior Sister” had even dual-cultivated with him in secret, giving the Demon Sovereign a “tall green hat” (cuckolding him).

He swore that one day, he would rescue her from that demonic den.

This was the effect of the Passionate Illusion Pill Zuo Siqiu had accidentally fed him. She hadn’t even tested it yet; she had no idea what it did.

Three days later, Zhu Jiechou looked into the darkness, his voice raspy: “Little Junior Sister, Senior Brother is coming to save you. You may have married the Demon Sovereign, but you are mine. I won’t let you suffer humiliation in the Demon Cult any longer!”