After The Simp Sealed His Heart With Cement, The Demon Lord Immediately Fell In Love! - Chapter 15

The sunset today was breathtakingly beautiful. The vast expanse of fiery clouds in the sky bathed the entire city of Fengdu in a deep, crimson glow. Against this reddening canvas, a rare spectacle appeared—a shimmering veil of light—and Su Mo’s past began to unfold like a slow-moving slideshow.

A five-year-old toddler, holding a small, five-colored pebble as if it were a priceless treasure, ran toward a chubby little boy who was sweating profusely while practicing his martial arts stance. That boy was the five-year-old Emperor, Wen Muli. The child’s face was brimming with innocence, and his smile was radiant and pure.

“Young Master, why did you run back here instead of attending your lessons at the academy?”

The chubby youth was none other than Su Mo. Unlike the naive little prince, his plump face wore a look of calm composure, giving him an air of maturity beyond his years. He was taller, sturdier, and slightly older than Wen Muli.

“Momo, Momo, happy birthday! This is a gift I prepared for you.” Wen Muli giggled, presenting the gift as if offering the greatest treasure in the world.

“What is this?” Su Mo took it with some trepidation, asking quietly while observing it with curiosity.

“I begged my father for this artifact. It is called a Memory Stone. As long as you wear it, every moment in your life worth remembering will be recorded. A cultivator’s life is so long, and I won’t allow you to forget any of the memories we share. I command you to wear it always, so we can be together for eternity!”

Though young, Wen Muli was domineering. As he finished speaking, he seemed to grow shy. His round cheeks turned as red as apples, and his wide, bright eyes stared expectantly at the chubby boy.

“You really think you understand the meaning of a lifetime?” Su Mo laughed with indulgent affection and pinched the little fellow’s cheek.

“Of course I do! Just like my mother and father, always together! You keep treating me like a child, even though you are one too. I do not care, you have to wear it forever, do you hear me?” Wen Muli mumbled with his cheeks still being pinched, but he did not forget his ultimatum.

“I understand. I will wear it until the day I die,” Su Mo replied with a gentle, soft smile.

“Do not say die. We will never die. We will surely ascend together and become immortals!”

“And what if we fail to ascend?”

“Then I will become the most prestigious man in the world. I will be the Emperor of the cultivation realm, and when that day comes, I will appoint you as my Great General!”

Who could have guessed that a child’s rambling words would become a prophecy? He would indeed become the Emperor, and Su Mo would truly become his General.

Time flew by. The two toddlers grew into handsome, dashing young men. As the son of the Sect Leader, young Wen Muli was humble and cheerful; he was never short of friends, yet he always took the greatest care of Su Mo, the orphan his father had taken in. They grew up inseparable and entered the Xiaoxiang Academy as the sect’s most brilliant disciples, destined to spend three years there.

It was also at Xiaoxiang Academy that they met the culprit who would eventually lead them to become strangers: Hao Yeshu. He was a clean-looking, beautiful, and delicate youth—the illegitimate son of the Academy Dean. Because of his unspeakable origins, he was constantly bullied by the other students. Wen Muli, passing by, could not stand it and rescued him.

Once, twice, three times. They encountered Hao Yeshu more and more often, and every time, others were bullying him. Wen Muli felt a pang of pity and volunteered to live with him to ensure his safety, ordering Su Mo to move out.

“Young Master, I promised the Sect Leader I would stay by your side every moment. Besides, I do not think that boy is a good person. If you keep staying with him, you will surely suffer for it!” Su Mo’s expression was anxious, trying to get him to withdraw the order.

“Why do you say he is not a good person?” Wen Muli was not angry, merely amused as he asked.

But Su Mo stammered for a long time, unable to explain. Wen Muli grew impatient. “Yeshu is not a bad person. Moreover, my cultivation is higher than his; he cannot hurt me. Su Mo, are you upset because he and I have become closer?”

Su Mo looked at him with unspoken words for a long time, but ultimately said nothing and packed his belongings. Wen Muli watched his tall, lonely figure and felt a strange discomfort. Awkwardly, he asked, “Su Mo, are you angry?”

He and Su Mo had never argued before. In his heart, Su Mo was naturally the most important. He did not want to damage their friendship over an outsider.

“Young Master, I am not angry. I will never be angry with you,” Su Mo sighed and replied.

“That is good. I just think he is pitiful. You know I cannot stand seeing the weak being bullied.” Wen Muli’s heart settled, wanting to explain that he was not driving Su Mo away because he disliked him.

“Yes, I know. Young Master, you are a very kind person,” Su Mo said with a gentle smile.

The original duo gradually became a trio. Every time Su Mo saw Hao Yeshu, he would watch him with extreme vigilance. And Hao Yeshu seemed terrified of Su Mo; the once talkative youth would wilt like a mouse meeting a cat whenever he saw him. People tended to sympathize with the weak instinctively. Wen Muli naturally assumed that Su Mo was constantly making things difficult for Hao Yeshu and causing trouble.

Arguments between the two became frequent, and every time, it was because of Hao Yeshu. Wen Muli grew completely fed up. After losing his temper at Su Mo once again, he made a shocking decision: He would no longer pay attention to Su Mo!

He continued to laugh and talk with Hao Yeshu, but he refused to spare Su Mo a single glance. The loyal Su Mo tried to make amends, but he was too clumsy with his words; whenever asked why he could not stand Hao Yeshu, he could never provide a coherent reason.

Wen Muli became increasingly disappointed and eventually treated him like air. Yet, Su Mo still followed him everywhere, unwavering.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye. Wen Muli made many new friends and gradually forgot the boy trailing behind him. But no matter when he turned his head, that boy was always there, waiting in his shadow.

The Wen Muli of that time never understood why Su Mo, a man who got along with everyone, could not stand Hao Yeshu. Today, through the Memory Stone, he finally understood the whole truth.

Not long after he and Hao Yeshu began living together, Wen Muli was called away for a consultation with his mentor. Before leaving, he told Su Mo to deliver lunch to Hao Yeshu, who was responsible for cleaning the backyard. Su Mo searched for a long time before finally finding him.

The youth who was always bruised and battered in front of them was now huddling in a corner with his bullies, seemingly trading something. Their cultivation was lower than Su Mo’s, so they did not notice his approach. Su Mo watched as Hao Yeshu handed a bag of spirit stones to them, smiling as he said, “You performed well. This is what you deserve!”

“Brother Yeshu, remember to call us next time there is such a good deal. We did not hurt you, did we?” The bullies, who had been lording their power over him moments ago, were now fawning over him with ingratiating smiles.

Su Mo trembled with rage and charged directly toward them.