After The Simp Sealed His Heart With Cement, The Demon Lord Immediately Fell In Love! - Chapter 3

He had undergone the most arduous physical training for him, which resulted in a physique becoming increasingly burly and robust, like a human bear, intimidating everyone he encountered. He, who was once handsome, was now disfigured for the sake of saving him, becoming an ugly Empress despised by all due to his scars.

His heart ached dullly. Wen Muli looked at that ugly face; his hand, which was gripping the other man’s throat, trembled before letting go.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

Regaining his breath, Su Mo coughed while desperately inhaling the hard-won air. Wen Muli, meanwhile, was enraged by his own moment of softness. With nowhere to vent his anger, he could only lash out at the culprit before him.

“I only believe the facts my eyes see! Chen’er is the reincarnation of Yeshu. I have already lost him once, and I will absolutely not lose him a second time. Whether you are willing or not, I must have your Fusion Spiritual Root! This is what you owe him.”

Wen Muli spoke again, his tone restored to calm. The fact that he was going to dig out Su Mo’s spiritual root was spoken as casually as a notification rather than a request. He naturally believed that they had reached this point only because of Su Mo’s fault. They should have been the closest of brothers, yet because of his disgusting love, he had lost the love of his life. He felt that by satisfying his greed and allowing him to survive until now, he had already shown him mercy. Furthermore, it was only the loss of a spiritual root, not his life; he should be grateful to endure it.

“You hate me that much?” Su Mo asked softly, his voice trembling slightly.

“Hate? You are not worthy of that either. Only love brings hate. I have no love for you, so how could there be hate?” Wen Muli scoffed, his eyes cold and biting.

Su Mo could not help but laugh. But the smile was even uglier than crying. He knew. He had always known. Wen Muli did not love him; he had never loved him. Therefore, he had always guarded his heart carefully, never daring to give it away easily. After all, he was nothing more than a stepping stone, a mere tool on Wen Muli’s path to success in this novel’s story.

That smile was so glaring that Wen Muli’s heart ached dullly once again. He moved his gaze away with difficulty and said hoarsely, “If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. If you had not let that beast go, causing me to lose the Dragon Spiritual Root, none of this would have happened. You deserve this, do you not?”

His words left Su Mo stunned. In his mind, an image of the snow white little snake with tiny horns atop its head appeared. Having lived in this world for three hundred years since his transmigration, he had experienced too much of the cold and warmth of human life. Little One was one of the only two attachments he had in this world. Letting it go was not only required by the plot but also true to his own heart.

“Fine.” Su Mo lowered his head and spoke in a whisper that was barely audible.

“Su Mo, you had better be sensible, if you do not want to… what did you say?” Wen Muli was subconsciously threatening him, but after a moment, he realized what Su Mo had said and asked in disbelief.

“You want my spiritual root? Take it. From this day forward, I owe you nothing more, Wen Muli.” Su Mo revealed a bright, carefree smile and spoke with detachment.

The smile contained no gloom; it was as brilliant as the warm sun. Yet, it inexplicably stung Wen Muli’s heart.

“His body is very weak and probably cannot hold out for much longer. You should pick a date as soon as possible; I will cooperate.” Su Mo sighed, glanced at the sickly Yan Yichen on the bed, and turned to leave.

Wen Muli watched his retreating figure as his heart kept shrinking, as if it were being tightly gripped by a giant hand, leaving him unable to breathe.

“Su.” He subconsciously wanted to call him back. But as he spoke, he was startled and clamped his mouth shut, his expression livid. Until that figure disappeared completely, Wen Muli could not help but feel restless. The anger in his heart vanished in an instant, replaced by a faint sense of bitterness and sourness. It was like a chronic poison, seeping into his blood drop by drop, as if something precious was slipping away rapidly, filling him with panic.

Wen Muli kept reminding himself in his heart: This is what Su Mo owes him. He is not wrong; he must not be soft hearted, nor can he afford to be. To shake off the influence Su Mo had on him, he walked quickly to the side of the bed. His gloomy expression softened as he looked at the face he had longed for in his dreams. He stroked Yan Yichen’s cheek and said softly, “Chen’er, it will not be long before you can cast off your past pain and achieve a true rebirth. Whatever he owes you, I will collect it all back for you.”

“My Lady, are you alright? That little bitch must have done it on purpose.” Outside the side hall, Ye Lin hurried forward anxiously, her eyes brimming with tears, feeling aggrieved for her master.

“Linlin, I am a little tired.” Su Mo smiled gently and reached out to rub her head.

“It is this servant’s negligence. Go soak in the Heavenly Pond; it will relieve your fatigue and wash away the bad luck. I will go prepare it right now.” Ye Lin sniffed, smiled through her tears, and ran off to make preparations.

Once she was gone, the smile on Su Mo’s face gradually grew lonely. He had longed for this moment for so long, yet as it approached, he could not help but feel a sense of reluctance. He knew this was only a novel, yet he could not help but develop feelings for these fake characters. After all, people are not made of grass or wood; how could one be without emotion?

The Heart Sealing Palace was covered in ice and snow all year round, but hidden in the back mountains was a hot spring. The water contained unique spiritual energy that could not only eliminate fatigue but also repair external and internal injuries. This was also why the outside world rumored that Wen Muli doted on his Empress; the Heart Sealing Palace was indeed the most spiritually rich piece of geomantic land in the entire cultivation world.

By the time Su Mo reached the Heavenly Pond, Ye Lin had already prepared new clothes and his favorite Forget Sorrow Wine.

“Do you need this servant to stay by your side?” Seeing him undress, Ye Lin asked worriedly.

“I want to be alone for a while. You go back and rest.” Su Mo smiled and shook his head, politely declining.

“This servant will wait outside. If you need anything, just call me.” She insisted on staying, bowed, and retreated to wait outside the pond. Knowing how stubborn she was, Su Mo smiled helplessly and let her be.

He let out a long sigh, leaned his head against the edge of the pool, and looked up at the cold, silver night sky. The sweet fragrance of the Forget Sorrow Wine lingered on his lips. Scenes from the past floated through his mind like a slideshow. Before he knew it, the pot of wine was empty. Having a low tolerance for alcohol, Su Mo’s vision gradually blurred.

In his muddled state, he seemed to see the little snake peeking its head out again.

“Little One? Come here.” With surprise in his eyes, Su Mo waved at the empty woods, his tone filled with anticipation. The proud little snake flicked its tongue and turned its head away, but a second later, its body moved involuntarily, slowly and reluctantly crawling toward him.

“Why are you angry again? Is it because I do not cherish my own body?” The little snake did not rub against him with its head as it usually did. Su Mo felt sad and laughed bitterly. The little snake grumbled in its throat, still refusing to pay him any mind.

“Little One, I miss you.” Su Mo sighed, his voice suddenly choking up. He reached out with a trembling hand, wanting to stroke the little snake’s head. But instead, he felt nothing but snow. He blinked his eyes in a trance, looking around. Where in the woods was there any sign of a little snake? All of this was merely his own hallucination.