After the Demon Lord Lost His Memory, He Became the Immortal Venerable's Dao Companion - Chapter 2

“But at home, a wife does not need to wear clothes.”

The Demon Realm.

In the silent Demon Palace, Nianzong scanned the circle of subordinates kneeling before him, his face dark and gloomy.

A week ago, he had just argued with his father over that “heartless” righteous cultivator.

For fifteen years, that man had ignored both father and son, leaving them to wander alone in the desolate Demon Realm. What made Nianzong even more furious was that even now, his father still insisted on making excuses for him.

Because of this, Nianzong had vented his anger by cursing the cultivator, which led to Qi Yan ordering him to be confined for a week.

However, once he was released, he learned that his father had been struck down by that so-called righteous immortal, Shen Yuzong, at the Cliff of Broken Intestines.

The strange thing was that since that day, the immortal had also suddenly vanished without a trace, taking Qi Yan’s body along with him.

“Where is the Demon-Slaying Sword?”

The subordinates trembled in fear. The Young Master was only fifteen this year, yet his strength already surpassed that of the protectors. His temper was notoriously volatile; it was usually manageable when the Demon Lord was around, but in the current situation, answering this question felt like a death sentence.

As everyone remained silent, a gray figure suddenly emerged from the shadows. “Young Master, you cannot touch the Demon-Slaying Sword.”

Nianzong looked up. It was Liuyun, the protector Qi Yan trusted most, and the only woman among the male-dominated group of protectors.

“What else did he say? He has already lost his life, yet he still has the leisure to manage me?” Nianzong sneered.

“That sword, you cannot unsheathe it.”

Unsheathe it? Even if others did not know the truth, Nianzong knew everything about Qi Yan’s situation. Everyone said that Qi Yan was a once-in-a-millennium demonic genius who could make the thousand-year-sealed Demon-Slaying Sword submit to him, despite having no cultivation.

Only Liuyun and Nianzong knew that Qi Yan had made a pact with the sword spirit using his own heart-veins and blood essence. He used his meridians to endure the yin energy that would flare up from time to time, and in return, the Demon-Slaying Sword allowed itself to be wielded by him.

“Shen Yuzong, search! Even if you have to turn the entire Immortal Realm upside down, you must find this person!”

“I want to see him alive, or if he is dead, make him suffer an even more miserable fate!”

Nianzong gripped the armrest tightly, his eyes turning red. No matter how mature he tried to act, he was still just a teenager, a child who had never once been separated from his father.

“Yes! We obey!”

Inside the Demon Palace, the very Demon Lord everyone was desperately searching for was currently lying in bed. He had woken up long ago, but Shen Yuzong, whether intentionally or not, had not provided him with a single change of clothes.

He could only bury himself under the quilt, waiting for Shen Yuzong to visit him and, conveniently, bring him something to wear.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the room. The gauze curtains were pulled aside, revealing a masked face. “Zhuzhu.”

Qi Yan closed his eyes, pretending not to hear, but his fluttering eyelashes betrayed him.

Shen Yuzong leaned down and placed a hand against Qi Yan’s cheek. Before long, Qi Yan could not take it anymore and opened his eyes.

He glared indignantly at the culprit.

Shen Yuzong chuckled softly. “Have you not woken up after sleeping for so long? A wife in a normal household would be punished for acting this way.”

Seeing that Shen Yuzong’s skin was thicker than the city walls, and realizing that if he did not bring it up himself, Shen Yuzong might never mention the clothes, Qi Yan resigned himself to his fate. He mumbled quietly, “Clothes. I do not have any clothes.”

“What? Sorry, I did not hear you clearly.” Shen Yuzong acted as if he had not heard and leaned in closer, only stopping when he felt Qi Yan’s hand pressing against his shoulder.

“I do not have any clothes!”

“Oh.” Shen Yuzong nodded as if he understood, but immediately followed up with something that could infuriate both gods and men.

“But at home, a wife does not need to wear clothes.”

Qi Yan felt so ashamed and angry he could die. He had only lost his memories, not his common sense!

“You… you shameless, lecherous man!” Unfortunately, his refined upbringing meant he could only repeat these mild, ineffective insults.

To Shen Yuzong, this was no different from coquettish flirting.

He grabbed Qi Yan’s chin and lifted it slightly, his intense gaze seemingly trying to burn a hole through Qi Yan’s face.

“Mm. I am shameless, I am lecherous. What else?”

Qi Yan looked away and pursed his lips, his bright red, full lips marked with tiny indentations from his teeth. “Also… I want clothes.”

“How about this: if you, Zhuzhu, stand up and hug me, your husband will go find you some clothes. How does that sound?”

To be fair, Shen Yuzong was quite handsome. The half of his face not covered by the mask had deep, sharp features; he was the type who might not stand out at first glance, but was very pleasing to look at the longer you studied him.

Qi Yan was the opposite; he was the type described in folk tales as “love at first sight,” more beautiful than a peony. Even a glimpse from afar would leave one stunned.

“That does not sound good at all! You are simply bullying me because I have lost my memory!” Qi Yan did not find Shen Yuzong ugly, but seeing that face made his mind spiral into chaos.

“Then is your husband leaving?” Shen Yuzong stood up and pretended to walk away.

Seeing that he was actually about to leave, Qi Yan panicked. He hurriedly called out, “No! You… come back.”

Shen Yuzong’s eyes darkened as his back was turned to Qi Yan, but a shameless smile appeared on his face as he turned around and walked back.

Qi Yan kept both hands gripped tightly onto the quilt, revealing only his shy, anxious eyes.

Although he was a merman, he was born of both human and merman lineage, so his body differed slightly from an ordinary person’s; for instance, his lower body had a bit more flesh than that of an average man.

Of course, the poor soul did not know that this was also the result of being fed… ten-plus years ago.

“Close your eyes!” Qi Yan ordered.

Shen Yuzong nodded and obediently shut his eyes, though he secretly cast his divine sense into the air.

Having lost his cultivation, Qi Yan naturally could not see the trick Shen Yuzong was playing.

He moved sluggishly toward Shen Yuzong while wrapped in the quilt, then stretched out his arms to gently wrap around him.

The accident happened then: Shen Yuzong suddenly hugged Qi Yan back, which meant Qi Yan could not pull his hands back, and the quilt between them slipped away silently.

Shen Yuzong rested his chin on Qi Yan’s shoulder, soaking in the scent that had seeped into the beauty’s skin; this scent was very much like winter plum. With the beauty’s soft body pressed against his chest, Shen Yuzong could feel the temperature and the heartbeat clearly.

“You are not allowed to open your eyes!” Qi Yan stressed repeatedly, feeling uneasy.

“Mm, I will not open my eyes,” Shen Yuzong answered obediently.

“Then let me go now.” Qi Yan was becoming too hot from the hug; Shen Yuzong’s body temperature was too high, even hotter than being snuggled in the quilt.

“Mm.” Shen Yuzong withdrew his arms calmly and, keeping his promise, did not open his eyes.

However, just as Qi Yan dove back under the quilt, Shen Yuzong asked, “Are you ready, Zhuzhu?”

Qi Yan looked at Shen Yuzong suspiciously. How was the timing so precise?

But he had been staring at Shen Yuzong the entire time; he truly had not opened his eyes once, not even changing his posture.

“Yes, I am ready.” It must have just been a coincidence, he thought.

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