After The Simp Sealed His Heart With Cement, The Demon Lord Immediately Fell In Love! - Chapter 2

Before transmigrating, Su Mo was a mercenary who, after retiring, found work as a firefighter in his hometown. He sacrificed his life for his country during a firefighting operation. When he woke up again, he found himself in another world, a five-year-old child drifting on the streets.

A voice in his mind, calling itself a System, told him he was now in a cultivation themed BL novel. Because the original side character had awakened self awareness and refused to be a mere plot device, the world of the novel had fallen into chaos and was being erased. The System urgently needed a new candidate to fulfill that role, and Su Mo was the man luckily chosen. He only needed to follow the original plot of Su Mo’s life, and he would be rewarded with the chance to be reborn into an infinite variety of worlds of his choosing. If he refused, he would meet the same fate as the original character: immediate erasure.

With no other choice, Su Mo took on the miserable job of being a plot device tool. He could have dealt with a normal world, but he had to end up in the most treacherous, longest living world: the cultivation world. He had endured three hundred years of this. Fortunately, hard work pays off; the important plot point where he was finally meant to die had arrived, and Su Mo was naturally thrilled. However, no matter how excited he was, he had to keep his composure to ensure he did not go out of character.

After repeatedly taking deep breaths to calm his heart, Su Mo walked quickly toward the main hall used for receiving guests.

In the hall, Wen Muli sat on the main seat, holding Yan Yichen, feeding him tea and pastries. The temperature in the Heart Sealing Palace was so low that even though Yan Yichen had draped on the cloak brought by Ye Lin, he was still shivering, his nose red from the cold. Their attention was entirely on each other, making Su Mo, who stood at the doorway, seem entirely superfluous. He was the Empress Wen Muli had married with great fanfare, yet he was treated with more distance than a stranger. Even though he had long since grown accustomed to it, feeling Wen Muli’s cold violence again still hurt. After all, they had been childhood friends who had spent centuries together, yet now they were as strangers.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, he entered the hall with a simple, honest smile. He did not sit in the main seat beside the Emperor but chose one of the guest seats below.

“Commoner Yan Yichen, pays respects to the Empress.”

Upon seeing him, Yan Yichen’s face filled with anxiety. He scrambled up from Wen Muli’s arms, preparing to kneel before Su Mo.

“Chen’er, do not fuss. He is not worthy of your bow.” Wen Muli sneered, ignoring the boy’s protest as he forcefully lifted him up and pressed him back into his embrace.

“But.” Yan Yichen looked troubled, biting his lower lip, hesitant to speak.

The oblivious intimacy between the two was truly stinging, causing Ye Lin, who stood behind Su Mo, to grind her teeth in frustration once more.

“Am I not right, Su Mo?” Wen Muli withdrew the smile from his face, his gaze burning as he swept it toward Su Mo with a meaningful tone.

“Why have you come today, Your Majesty?” Su Mo did not answer, instead asking with a bright, pleasant smile.

The more unbothered Su Mo appeared, the more uncomfortable Wen Muli felt. He could not understand how Su Mo could be so shameless. After committing so many wicked deeds, he could still maintain a calm expression without a hint of guilt when facing Yan Yichen’s face. It felt as if something were stuck in his throat, as disgusting as if he had swallowed a fly.

The temperature in the hall plummeted once again. The pressure emanating from Wen Muli made it nearly impossible for anyone to breathe. Everyone realized that the Emperor was furious.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

Startled, Yan Yichen began to cough violently, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood and fainting.

“Chen’er! You fools, what are you standing there for? Summon the imperial physicians at once.” Wen Muli’s face changed dramatically, and he became flustered.

The Heart Sealing Palace, which had been silent for a century, suddenly became bustling once more. Countless palace attendants filed in, and the side chambers were soon covered in heat regulating fire stones. The imperial physicians hurried over and knelt in panic.

“Long live the Emperor.”

“Skip the formalities! Treat him immediately.” Wen Muli interrupted, gesturing for the physicians to begin.

The group scrambled up and rushed toward the bed. When they saw Yan Yichen’s condition, their expressions grew terrified, and they instinctively looked toward Su Mo, who stood to the side.

“What are you waiting for.” Wen Muli’s angry voice rang out, and the group hurriedly withdrew their gazes to focus on their work.

Wen Muli never let go of Yan Yichen’s hand, looking at the dying youth on the bed with a face full of worry. Su Mo stood by nonchalantly, listening to the physicians’ diagnosis.

Congenital deficiency, unable to cultivate, damaged spiritual roots, destined to die young. Whether using medicine or spiritual power, it was merely treating the symptoms, not the root cause; it was useless.

“The only solution is to replace the spiritual root, and an ordinary one will not suffice. It must be a Dragon Spiritual Root or a Fusion Spiritual Root.” One of the physicians knelt on the floor, stammering. As he reached the end, he glanced uneasily at Su Mo before finishing his sentence.

Outsiders might not know, but everyone in the palace knew that while Su Mo looked ugly, he was an exceptionally rare cultivation genius. He possessed not only the world’s rare Pure Yang Body but also the one and only Fusion Spiritual Root.

A Fusion Spiritual Root could fuse all things: Yin Yang energy, the spirits of the Five Elements—whatever he absorbed, he could make his own. As long as there was spiritual energy, spiritual veins, or even someone breaking through and invoking the Golden Light of Heaven, he could absorb a portion of it. It was less of a spiritual root and more of a special constitution; only this supreme spiritual root could repair Yan Yichen’s shattered body.

They were all clever people; everyone had guessed why Wen Muli had come to the Heart Sealing Palace, but they dared not say it. Su Mo listened calmly, showing no sign of dissatisfaction. However, Wen Muli would not let him go; he waved his hand to dismiss the others before speaking leisurely. “You heard it all?”

“I heard it. So what?” Su Mo smiled gently and asked in return.

The words had barely left his lips when Wen Muli, who had been by the bedside, suddenly appeared right in front of him.

“Su Mo, I truly do not understand you. How thick skinned must you be to remain so calm and unashamed when looking at that face.” With scarlet eyes, he leaned in, interrogating him step by step.

“I have done nothing wrong, so I fear no ghosts knocking at my door in the middle of the night. Your Majesty, I have walked the straight and narrow; why should I feel guilty.” Su Mo looked back with clear, bright eyes, answering indifferently.

“Ha, hahaha, Su Mo, I really want to kill you.”

As if provoked by his words, Wen Muli let out a terrifying laugh, his eyes shooting out intense hatred as he suddenly grabbed Su Mo by the throat.

“I am speaking the truth; it is just that you are unwilling to believe me.” His breath cut off, Su Mo spoke with difficulty.

His face flushed red, then turned pale, making the five striking scars on his face appear even more ferocious. Those five scars were also stinging Wen Muli’s heart. The pain came fiercely and sharply, and those memories he had deliberately forgotten surged forth like a tidal wave. Before becoming Emperor, he had experienced countless battles, every one of them a brush with death. And the one who had helped him survive, the one who had risked his life for him, was the very Su Mo standing before him right now.