After Marrying the Disabled Demon Lord as a Substitute, I Ran Away with His Child - Chapter 63

Chapter 63

The Xuan Cloud Sect was never the kind of sect where one could peacefully farm—especially under the watchful eye of the Sect Leader. For them, farming was far more agonizing than being forced to follow the laws and regulations of the righteous path.

Among them, Yan Jiaojiao was the most impatient. It wasn’t long before she sidled up to Zuo Siqiu, sighing and lamenting the boredom of her current life.

“Madam, do you know how far the nearest cultivation sect is? Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve gone out to run wild?”

“Madam, look at how cute the little Young Master is. She should be in a place with more abundant spiritual energy so she can start cultivating early. We can’t let her lose at the starting line!”

Harassed to her limit, Zuo Siqiu found Xuan Mo: “Can you please manage your subordinates!”

Xuan Mo kept a cold, oblivious face. “What’s wrong with them? The Xuan Cloud Sect has never had formal rules.”

Zuo Siqiu nearly coughed up blood. In other words, he won’t interfere unless they target him specifically!

Xuan Mo added, “Besides, Yan Jiaojiao is right. This child will inevitably walk the path of cultivation. The spiritual energy at the Xuan Cloud Sect is far superior.”

So, Yan Jiaojiao was definitely acting on his orders!

Eventually, everyone’s focus shifted to the baby. They all agreed this place wasn’t an ideal “cub-rearing base.” Although Zuo Siqiu kept a reluctant face, when she was alone with the baby, she began telling her about the Xuan Cloud Sect specifically about her own glory days as the “Sales Queen” of the Black Shop.

“Actually, going back isn’t bad. Your dad and I… Well, regardless of us, I won’t lose out if we return.”

“I hid here to dodge your dad, but now he’s brought all his underlings and refuses to leave. There’s no point in staying.”

Her sister, Zuo Mudong, overheard this and suppressed a smile. Siqiu was softening but was too embarrassed to say it. As the elder sister, it was her job to provide the staircase for her to step down. She relayed Siqiu’s thoughts to their parents.

Zuo Siqiu’s parents agreed: “Then let us go. This place is indeed inconvenient.”

When the arrangements were made, the Xuan Cloud Sect disciples were ecstatic. Some even burst into tears of joy. “Finally, we can leave this place!” “I never want to see a farm again in my life!”

…

Meanwhile, at the Xuan Cloud Sect, the grounds had already been occupied by Zhu Jiechou and his cohorts. Zhu Jiechou looked at the man sitting on the Sect Leader’s throne, his hatred barely contained. “Are we just going to wait here? What if they don’t return?”

The man on the throne sneered, “How could they not return? Even if Xuan Mo wanted to stay there, his people wouldn’t allow it. And he wouldn’t let his own child cultivate in some backwater corner of the world.”

Long Feiyi added, “As long as they come back, we have laid a dragnet. Capturing them alive will be easy. If we went to them, success wouldn’t be guaranteed.”

Ultimately, rumors reached them: the Demon Sovereign Xuan Mo had found his Madam, she had given birth to a “Demon Son,” and the party was returning.

News of the couple’s return spread through Flying Immortal City and other sects. Many alchemists and cultivators desperate for Siqiu’s pills gathered near the Black Shop, waiting. People gossiped about the pair, remembering their high-profile wedding night.

“I said back then this Madam is a formidable figure. Not only did the whole sect turn out to find her, but even Xuan Mo fell into her web of love.”

Even Long Xiaotian, now back at the Long family, prepared to visit her upon her return.

…

Zuo Siqiu, Xuan Mo, and their entourage arrived at the gates of the Xuan Cloud Sect under a cloud of public anticipation and total lack of suspicion.

However, as they reached the mountain gate, Xuan Mo immediately sensed a minute fluctuation in the spiritual energy. He stepped sideways, shielding Siqiu, her family, and the baby. Yan Jiaojiao and Blood Demon caught his signal instantly; with a single gesture, the disciples formed a protective circle around Siqiu’s family.

Zuo Siqiu clutched the baby, frowning at the empty gate. Her hand was ready to pull pills and artifacts from her storage pouch, entering full combat mode. “It’s likely Long Feiyi,” she guessed. “He’s been hunting me to use as a medicinal primer.”

Xuan Mo’s expression was grave. It wasn’t just Long Feiyi. He sensed a familiar, much more dangerous aura.

There was no time to talk. The traps at the gate were triggered, and the Xuan Cloud Sect disciples fought back desperately. Zuo Siqiu realized her cultivation wasn’t enough to protect the child. The only one capable was Xuan Mo. She handed the baby to him. Their eyes met, and in that moment, everything was understood.

Zuo Siqiu summoned her three hundred soul puppets and cultivators. Zhu Jiechou and Long Feiyi were shocked to find Xuan Mo’s cultivation had improved again and that Siqiu’s control over the puppets was so seamless.

“Are you still not going to move?” Zhu Jiechou screamed at the man standing still.

The man laughed coldly. With a wave of his sleeve, a black mist erupted, carrying thousands of rotting corpses toward the crowd. Zuo Siqiu’s pupils dilated.

Suddenly, a large group of independent cultivators appeared near the gate to witness the “return.” Seeing the crisis, they sent out messages via jade slips. Long Xiaotian received one and led his disciples there at top speed.

The arrival of the crowd slowed the mist’s erosion, giving the Xuan Cloud Sect a moment to breathe and clear the traps, though many disciples had already fallen.

The crowd was in a panic. “Why are there demonic corpses here? Is this the Xuan Cloud Sect’s plan to destroy the world?”

Long Xiaotian arrived and shouted, “Don’t speculate! The Xuan Cloud Sect was out searching for their Madam. Those who laid this trap aren’t necessarily sect members!”

His words were cut short as people spotted Long Feiyi in the mist. Accusatory looks fell on Long Xiaotian. He ignored them and rushed to Siqiu. “Little Junior Sister, what is happening?”

“It’s related to our Master,” she said. “They want to use me for a Tribulation Pill.”

Long Xiaotian realized the man in the center wasn’t their Master; even his own father seemed to be a mere pawn to this man.

The surrounding cultivators hesitated. Some suggested staying out of it. “It’s a demonic sect’s internal strife. Let them handle it.” “The Xuan Cloud Sect is a cancer; it’s better if they’re wiped out.”

But those who had benefited from Siqiu’s pills were furious. “How can you stand by? If we don’t help now, who will help us when these monsters come for our sect?”

Long Xiaotian trembled under the man’s immense pressure. He whispered to Siqiu, “He is beyond us. I’ll create a distraction; take the child and run!”

Zuo Siqiu didn’t panic. “Don’t worry, Elder Brother. We have a way to deal with him.” She looked at Xuan Mo.

Xuan Mo let out a cold, ironic laugh. “I thought I would eventually die by his hand, even with my current cultivation.”

Zuo Siqiu leaned in. “But we have a ‘cheat code’.”

The man in the black mist, the demonic cultivator who had once paralyzed Xuan Mo—stepped forward. He looked at the baby and Siqiu, then at the crowd. “I am here only for Xuan Mo and his wife. Anyone who interferes is my enemy.”

Some recognized him. “It’s the demon who paralyzed Xuan Mo!” The crowd retreated in fear. His “corpses” were the bodies and souls of those he had killed, trapped in eternal servitude. No one dared face him.