After the Demon Lord Lost His Memory, He Became the Immortal Venerable's Dao Companion - Chapter 10

“Wife, are you saying it is like this?”

The next day, when Qi Yan woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

He rolled over and pulled the quilt up to cover his eyes, only then realizing that Shen Yuzong was no longer in bed. He had probably gone to prepare breakfast.

Qi Yan muttered a few words in annoyance and drifted back into a drowsy slumber.

On the other side, Shen Yuzong was not busy in the kitchen because Rong Yu had come to visit him again.

“Uncle-Master, I have thought about it all night, but I still cannot figure it out. Why exactly did you abandon your Dao?”

Shen Yuzong raised his eyes. It was almost the first time he had seen Rong Yu look so disheveled.

His hair was tied back messily, and there were heavy dark circles under his eyes. Given Rong Yu’s level of cultivation, he no longer needed to sleep, so it was unclear how he had managed to end up like this.

Shen Yuzong did not react much, maintaining the same statement as before. “There is no need for you to worry about my affairs. As long as your own Dao heart is firm, nothing can stand in your way.”

Damn it. Shen Yuzong, you guy, you actually choose not to tell me?

Even when I have dressed myself up like this ghost, you still choose to keep it hidden!

Truly, the world is degenerating and people are not what they used to be.

“Is there anything else? If not, then leave.” Shen Yuzong put down his teacup, his tone already showing faint impatience.

Ah. Is this really the same Uncle-Master Shen that I know?

In the past, every time he heard news about Shen Yuzong in the sect, it was either that he was in seclusion or breaking through a cultivation realm. He never attended any events held by the sect. The probability of encountering Shen Yuzong was even lower than the probability of Rong Yu successfully defeating his Master in a challenge.

What on earth has influenced Uncle-Master Shen? Based on my seventy-six years of experience as the leader of the intelligence sub-station A-team in the sect, someone must have incited him. Plus, my meticulous observation over the past two days shows that there are clearly traces of two people living in the backyard. The truth is already right before my eyes.

“Rong Yu?”

Seeing that the other person did not respond, Shen Yuzong spoke up to remind him again.

“Oh, oh, okay. I will leave immediately.” Rong Yu touched his nose and said sheepishly.

Only after watching him walk out step by step did Shen Yuzong return to the courtyard to tidy the dining table.

At the same time, Rong Yu made a sharp turn and circled back to the entrance.

He first hid in the guest hall to see that there was no one around, then sneaked into the largest room.

Upon opening the door, Rong Yu was shocked. Was this really a style decorated by Shen Yuzong?

Strings of pearls hung from the door curtains in a scattered arrangement, and a rug made of fur from some unknown animal was spread on the floor.

Using spiritual energy would definitely alert Shen Yuzong, so Rong Yu wisely chose to crouch and slowly crawl in.

Rong Yu stood up, touched his nose, and stared at the scene before him in a daze.

No, is this still the territory of the Demon Clan? Where have I been brought to?

The air was permeated with a moist fragrance. Bronze mirrors were placed all around, green gauze hung over the bed, and a huge vanity sat right before him.

Wait, wait… wait…

Rong Yu stood rooted to the spot, his mouth slightly agape.

He saw a beauty dressed in purple gauze lying on the bed, peeking his head out from behind the gauze curtains, one snow-white hand groping for something on the floor.

His eyes held the autumn mist, his lips were like fruit pods, his features were as beautiful as a painting, his skin was whiter than snow, and his fingers were as delicate as spring onions.

His dark hair cascaded down like a waterfall, flowing along his beautiful, soft neck.

“…”

Rong Yu once thought he was still dreaming, and it had to be a dream without any logic.

He stood there blankly, subconsciously crouching down to help Qi Yan find the object.

Qi Yan raised his eyes, reached out to push his hair back, and looked at Rong Yu suspiciously. “Who are you?”

Even his voice is so captivating. Oh no. This cannot be my inner demon.

In an instant, Rong Yu stood up abruptly, looking at Qi Yan with vigilance. He stood up so quickly that he nearly fell over.

Qi Yan subconsciously got off the bed and reached out to steady him.

When Shen Yuzong walked in, this was the scene he witnessed. The hand he had placed on the door handle tightened immediately.

“Zhuzhu, what are you doing?”

A smile still hung on his face, and his tone was indistinguishable from usual.

But Qi Yan shivered inexplicably and let go of his hand as if he were discarding something hot.

Qi Yan swallowed and gripped his clothes, saying softly, “He was about to fall just now.”

“Oh, so that is how it is.” Shen Yuzong nodded and turned his gaze toward the other person. “And you? A Golden Core cultivator can fall just like that? You must be very careless. Don’t you agree?”

It is over. This is a life-or-death situation.

In just a few seconds, Rong Yu had fully realized that this beauty before him was his Aunt-in-law.

Holy crap, did I just sneak into my Aunt-in-law’s room alone and potentially act inappropriately by falling on someone?

Rong Yu’s legs went weak, and he suddenly knelt on the ground.

Qi Yan, startled, quietly stepped aside and hid behind Shen Yuzong.

“I really was just steadying him,” Qi Yan explained, tilting his face up with a delicate, soft voice.

Shen Yuzong smiled and straightened Qi Yan’s collar. “We will discuss this later.”

“Immort…”

“Hmm?”

Rong Yu shuddered at the sound of Shen Yuzong’s voice after saying only one word. It seemed his Uncle-Master had not yet told his Aunt-in-law his true identity.

“Mast…”

“Hmm?”

“My Lord! Please, with your magnanimity, let me go. I really did not do anything. I saw this… uh… fellow Daoist looking for something on the floor, and I kindly followed suit to help. But when I stood up suddenly, I stood up too fast, so I felt a bit dizzy. Just as this fellow Daoist said, he came to steady me.”

“Wife, are you saying it is like this?” Shen Yuzong clamped his hand around Qi Yan’s waist, his smile not reaching his eyes.

Oh my god, he is playing this big. The poker-faced Uncle-Master is actually like this in private.

Rong Yu hung his head, thousands of wild horses galloping through his mind.

Qi Yan nodded stiffly.

“Zhuzhu, stay inside for a while. I have something to discuss with him outside.” Shen Yuzong let go and called Rong Yu out.

Before leaving, Rong Yu took one last look at Qi Yan.

Wait a minute. Why does this face look a bit familiar?

“Rong Yu.”

A smart man does not fight when the odds are against him.

As soon as Shen Yuzong called his name, Rong Yu knelt down with no dignity at all.

“Why did you come back after leaving?”

Rong Yu felt a chill down his back. “I… Uncle-Master, I was wrong. I was just curious, why exactly did you abandon your Dao?”

“Curious? Rong Yu, how old are you? Over a hundred years old, and you are still so curious?”

“Uncle-Master, I really know I was wrong. Please, do not tell my Master about this.” Rong Yu was trembling even while kneeling.

His Master was different from Shen Yuzong. If he found out, Rong Yu would not even think about descending the mountain for the next hundred years.

“Get lost.”

Rong Yu was overjoyed and immediately scrambled up to run outside. It seemed he had dodged another bullet.

After dismissing Rong Yu, Shen Yuzong still sent a letter to his Senior Brother.

In it, he hinted both directly and indirectly that Rong Yu’s Dao heart was not firm and his foundations were unstable, fearing that he might face obstacles during his future tribulation.

Stepping back into the room, Qi Yan was still sitting obediently on the edge of the bed.

Shen Yuzong’s anger had subsided a little. After all, it was Rong Yu who had been wandering around, and most of the fault lay with him.

However, being rational did not mean he was not angry.

“Zhuzhu.” Shen Yuzong approached Qi Yan, pulled him onto his lap, and leisurely combed through Qi Yan’s hair.

“Sigh, I suppose it is all your husband’s fault, is it not? I actually forgot to comb Zhuzhu’s hair today.”

Qi Yan had an instinctive feeling that something was wrong with Shen Yuzong. He lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him. “It… it is fine.”

“So it is fine, then.” Shen Yuzong flashed a smile and folded Qi Yan’s hands into his own palms.

Shen Yuzong’s complexion was also fair, though not the vibrant, living fairness of Qi Yan, but a somewhat sinister, grayish-white. It was fine in the sunlight, but a bit frightening in the dark.

Their hands overlapped. Qi Yan’s fingers were slender, though there were some calluses on his fingertips, while Shen Yuzong’s knuckles were thick, and there were several scars on the back of his hand where new flesh had already grown.

Qi Yan wanted to pull back, but he was held firmly by Shen Yuzong, who rested his chin on Qi Yan’s shoulder.

“Then why did Zhuzhu rest his hand on someone else’s arm?”

Qi Yan dodged to the left. The vibration of Shen Yuzong’s Adam’s apple when he spoke made him feel ticklish.

“I already told you. He was about to fall, and I just wanted to steady him,” Qi Yan said timorously.

“Then why do I never see Zhuzhu being this concerned about me? Hmm?” Shen Yuzong used his other hand to lift Qi Yan’s chin and turned him around.

“Normally… you never fall.”

Qi Yan, halfway through his explanation, suddenly realized that he had done nothing wrong at all.

“Does that mean your husband is wrong?” Shen Yuzong leaned in closer, his nose brushing against Qi Yan’s.

What is this? He was not wrong at all.

Qi Yan felt he was in the right, but his resolve weakened under the pressure. “It was your fault in the first place. You are a rogue. I was just reaching out to steady someone.”

Shen Yuzong chuckled. Looking at Qi Yan’s stubborn expression, he unfastened the outermost sash of his robe and slid his hand into the gap of his inner garment.

Qi Yan froze, and his face instantly turned bright red.

He struggled, using both hands to pin down the hand that was moving incessantly across his lower abdomen.

“Was I wrong or not?” Shen Yuzong asked again.

Qi Yan scrambled to deal with Shen Yuzong’s hand. How can he be so strong? I cannot even hold him down with both hands.

“Zhuzhu, answer me.”

“Ah.” Qi Yan arched his body abruptly, his hands trembling as he clutched Shen Yuzong’s arm.

“Zhuzhu.”

The scorching heat pressed against his waist, even threatening to spread upward.

“Zhuzhu… I was wrong.” Qi Yan said with a trembling voice, his upper body almost entirely bent over his own lap.

“Where were you wrong?”

Shen Yuzong pushed the strands of hair blocking Qi Yan’s eyes behind his ears and asked patiently.

“I should not have steadied him.” Qi Yan answered, his voice already choked with tears.

Shen Yuzong straightened Qi Yan’s body and continued to ask.

“What else?”

Round, plump pearls hit the floor one by one.

Qi Yan shook his head and looked at Shen Yuzong with a pleading expression. “I do not know.”

Shen Yuzong pressed his lips against Qi Yan’s forehead and sighed.

“Zhuzhu’s mistake is in being born so beautiful, and so naive, believing everything others say. Your husband truly wants to hide you away, never letting anyone else find you.”

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