Both the Master and the Demon Lord Want to Cuddle - Chapter 1

In the autumn of the fourth year of Tianqi, the wars between humans, demons, and immortals finally ceased, allowing all things to recover and the lights of civilization to be relit. The capable among humanity joined forces with immortal cultivators to defeat the restless Demon race, ushering in a temporary peace across the Three Realms.

In the spring of the tenth year of Tianqi, a rising star of the Demon race, Ye Yuan, fought his way to the top, successfully taking the life of the Demon Lord Mo Ye and becoming the new leader of the Demon race.

With that, the flames of war ignited once more…

Feixian Peak was reduced to a scene of devastation. As a rising power in the Demon Realm, Demon Lord Ye Yuan arrived specifically to challenge Gu Qingyun in order to establish his authority.

Ye Yuan stood dressed in black mysterious robes. His handsome face carried a trace of youthful greenness, yet his long, narrow eyes were overly sharp, striking fear into the hearts of all who beheld him.

Trampling on crushed bones, Ye Yuan sneered, “Gu Qingyun, come out and face me! Don’t tell me you’ve gone into hiding!”

After waiting for a long time without seeing Gu Qingyun, Ye Yuan rode the wind up to the Trial Platform. With a flick of his fingers, he sent a green-clad disciple smashing into the ground from a distance.

Watching the innocent disciple vomit blood, Ye Yuan gave a sinister laugh. This brutal and vicious display formed a stark contrast with his handsome, extraordinary face. To his crimson eyes, innocent lives were as worthless as blades of grass.

“Ahhh!!”

The scream of a disciple pierced the sky. Ye Yuan curled his lips into a smile, revealing a sharp canine tooth. “Waste.” He stepped over the fallen body.

“Gu Qingyun! How long do you think I can play if I kill one person every incense stick of time?”

Ye Yuan rubbed the blood on his hands, his brows arched with an gloom and obsession that didn’t match his features as he admired his “masterpiece.”

Seeing this petty Demon scum running wild, a hot-blooded disciple drew his sword to stand his ground. “You demon! Feixian Peak is not a place for you to run wild!” Righteous and impassioned, he rallied the scattered cultivators around him. “Listen to me, everyone! We would rather die than beg for mercy! The Master is about to complete his seclusion; we must hold on!”

“Let’s lock this demon up with the Seven-Star Immortal-Trapping Formation!”

The disciples united in spirit, chanting the incantations in unison.

Ye Yuan squinted at them in annoyance. “You immortal cultivators do you all talk this much?”

The disciples activated the formation, and a massive golden Bagua (Eight Trigrams) array appeared, trapping Ye Yuan within it. As they chanted, the array rose into the air, the intense light blinding Ye Yuan. A massive wind vortex erupted from the formation, and before he could react, Ye Yuan was swept up.

He glanced at the green-clad disciple on the ground, his eyes dimming like quenched fire. He said coldly, “You seek death! The Immortal-Trapping Formation? It’s a pity I am a Demon, not an Immortal!”

Ye Yuan waved his right hand, unleashing a red orb of light. With a single breath, the orb transformed into a massive demonic beast, roaring at the disciples with a crimson, blood-red glow.

“Hold on, everyone! Add power!”

As the beast unleashed a massive shockwave, the group sat down, fingers forming seals as they chanted a calming incantation. Hundreds of treasured swords, manifested by sheer willpower, joined the Seven-Star Immortal-Trapping Formation.

Ye Yuan clearly felt the pressure of the formation increasing; the demonic beast was momentarily caught in a stalemate.

He chuckled. “Gu Qingyun, who would have thought these wastes had a few tricks up their sleeves~”

Ye Yuan’s eyes glinted with amusement as he recited a demonic spell. The beast seemed stimulated, its ferocity escalating. Its wide, sharp claws struck at the disciples, sending them tumbling backward as a massive shockwave repelled them.

Feixian Peak returned to silence. The beast and the formation vanished, leaving only a trail of injured and fallen disciples. Corpses lay scattered across the Trial Platform. The green-clad disciple who had first rallied the group spat out blood, looking at the remains. He cried out helplessly to the sky, “Master! This disciple has failed you…”

The sound of a flute drifted over. A group of cultivators flew in on swords, led by the blue-robed Immortal Venerable Su Hanshan and the purple-robed Immortal Venerable Wu Hengmu. Su Hanshan played her magical instrument, “Shattered Jade,” leading the disciples to land.

The two sides converged on the Trial Platform, seemingly on the brink of a desperate battle. Seeing reinforcements, the disciples of Feixian Peak rallied.

Wu Hengmu scolded the Demon Lord fiercely, “Audacious Demon scum! How dare you run wild on Feixian Peak? Order your kin to retreat, and perhaps I might leave you an intact corpse!”

Wu Hengmu brought his full authority to bear, his voice imposing and chilling. But this tactic didn’t work on Ye Yuan. He sneered, “You are nothing but a loser who lost to Mo Ye. Since I was able to kill him and become the leader of the Demon race, do you think I would fear trash like you?”

The remark hit a sore spot. Wu Hengmu flew into a rage, brandishing his Clear Sound Bell and unleashing waves of sonic pressure toward the Demon Lord.

“Hahaha! Is that all? Using a broken chain as a weapon—Immortal Venerable, do you have any shame?” Ye Yuan mocked, deftly leaping to dodge the sonic waves. The piercing laughter disrupted Wu Hengmu’s rhythm.

Su Hanshan warned from the side, “It’s a provocation. Do not be impulsive.”

It was too late. Enraged, Wu Hengmu drew his sword and charged at Ye Yuan. Sensing his opponent had lost his cool, Ye Yuan recited a spell, summoning the previous demonic beast. Caught off guard, the Immortal Venerable was bitten on the arm.

The scream made Ye Yuan hold his sides in laughter. “Is this the skill of the Three Immortal Peaks’ Venerables? I think it should be renamed the Three Cesspits!”

Su Hanshan stepped forward. “I will deal with him. Take your Master down.”

In her hand was a flute named Shattered Jade. Its sound could pierce eardrums, causing opponents to lose their direction and fall into a trance. With a look of fury on her beautiful face, she put the flute to her lips. Waves of sonic pressure hit Ye Yuan, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

“You have some skill a bit better than the old man before.”

“Do not show mercy to this Demon scum! Capture him to offer a sacrifice for the fallen disciples!” Wu Hengmu shouted.

Hearing the voice behind her, Su Hanshan sighed and changed the melody to a harsh, piercing tone. Ye Yuan clearly struggled, though he could still manage. But soon, he realized something was wrong. His feet felt weightless and his vision blurred; Su Hanshan became a hazy shadow, seemingly circling him.

“Hundred Desolation Melody…” Ye Yuan forced himself to regain consciousness. Realizing this couldn’t go on, he closed his eyes, focusing his energy. “Hear my command: Hundred Ghosts Assemble, Sword as Essence, Blood Cries Summon!”

Following his command, countless undead spirits of demons and ghosts gathered before him, shrieking in misery as they converged into a single Demonic Sword Blood Cries.

Ye Yuan gripped the hilt with both hands. Wu Hengmu screamed, “Bad! It’s Blood Cries, run!”

Hearing Wu Hengmu identify the demonic sword, Ye Yuan laughed secretly. Too late.

He channeled all his demonic power and slashed toward Su Hanshan. A blinding white light engulfed her, followed by ringing in her ears. The Shattered Jade flute in her hand cracked, and a look of shock appeared on her beautiful face.

“One last lament: why doesn’t your supreme Immortal Venerable, Gu Qingyun, come to save you?” He laughed with a demonic tone, his sharp teeth baring in a ghastly display.

Su Hanshan and Wu Hengmu exchanged glances and set up a formation. A massive chain formed in the sky above, winding like a spirit snake into a terrifying spiderweb that lunged at Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan tightened his grip on Blood Cries, exerting force from his Dantian (energy center). A towering demonic aura erupted, forming layers of blood-red mist. Wu Hengmu was the first to notice—as a new rising star of the Demon Realm, Ye Yuan’s power shouldn’t be this strong. Unless…

Realizing the truth, Wu Hengmu was horrified. “Bad! This wretch has absorbed Mo Ye’s inner core! His magic power has increased immensely!”

“The  (demonic energy) of two generations of Demon Lords is not something we can control… The only solution is to have Junior Brother Gu try.” Wu Hengmu sighed desperately, complaining, “But he is in seclusion! Why choose now to go into seclusion?!”

But complaints were useless. With the power of the inner core, Ye Yuan could now flatten the Immortal Peak single-handedly. A massive crimson lotus demonic aura soared into the sky, shrouding all of Feixian Peak in blood-red light.

“Since I cannot kill Gu Qingyun today, I will kill you all first, and take his life another day.”

With that—

Ye Yuan swung Blood Cries, injecting all his energy into the blade. A massive feeling of collapse rushed toward them. The two Immortal Venerables vomited blood from the pressure and were sent flying backward; thousands of cultivators fell to the ground in agonizing pain.

Just as the blood-wheel was about to strike the two Venerables, a cool breeze blew in, brushing the Demon Lord’s attack aside. Ye Yuan was shocked—someone had actually resisted Blood Cries. “Who is it!”

Petals of white pear blossoms drifted down from the sky, carrying a faint fragrance. Ye Yuan caught one. “Pretentious…” He crushed it with disdain.

“Pear blossoms, cool breeze it’s, it’s Master Gu! Master Gu has come out of seclusion!” The disciples of Feixian Peak immediately recognized the Cold Breeze Flower Scatter.

Hearing that Gu Qingyun was responsible, Ye Yuan shouted at the sky: “Cheap tricks! Gu Qingyun, come out and die!”

No sooner had he spoken than the dancing pear blossoms transformed into piercing shards of ice, lunging at Ye Yuan. Caught off guard, he scrambled to dodge, but was unfortunately grazed. The wound glimmered with a dark blue frost.

Ye Yuan tried to heal it with his energy, only to find the wound would not close.

Amidst the cheers, Immortal Venerable Gu Qingyun descended, stepping on clouds and fields of pear blossoms. Unstained and fluttering, he was the very picture of immortal grace. Gu Qingyun was clad in flowing patterned robes, his hair white as a waterfall, his eyes like shattered glass, radiating cold air.

“Are you Gu Qingyun?” Ye Yuan squinted, hands on his hips, shouting.

Gu Qingyun seemed to ignore Ye Yuan’s existence. He looked around at the corpses and the stench of blood permeating the peak. Only then did he set his gaze upon Ye Yuan. This time, a faint killing intent was visible in his eyes.

“Why have you slaughtered the disciples of my Immortal Peak? Do you have any remorse?”

“Here we go again!” Wu Hengmu slapped his thigh in frustration, shouting at Gu Qingyun: “Junior Brother Gu! Stop obsessing over that! This demon has committed a grave crime! Quickly execute him to offer a sacrifice to the spirits!”

Everyone’s gaze converged on Gu Qingyun. Gu Qingyun simply asked again: “Is there remorse?”

Who would have thought the Demon Lord Ye Yuan would laugh out loud: “Remorse? This Venerable doesn’t even know how to write the word ‘remorse’, so how could I feel it?”

As he spoke, a bleak, cold wind blew in, carrying dense, inescapable needles of ice. Ye Yuan waved Blood Cries, blocking them. He challenged Gu Qingyun: “You only know these roundabout tricks! If you have the guts, fight me head-on!”

“As you wish.” Gu Qingyun recited a silent incantation.

A long, sharp white sword flew over, kicking up a massive storm that made everyone teeter. Gu Qingyun said, “I ask you again: is there remorse?”

“No remorse!”

A surge of sword energy bore down on Ye Yuan. Only then did he see the legendary Gu Qingyun, realizing his strength was truly terrifying!

But since he was already here, Ye Yuan wouldn’t leave just like that!

He slashed his palm, dark red blood winding down into the hilt. After absorbing the blood essence of the Demon Lord, Blood Cries emitted a bright red light.

Ye Yuan smiled wickedly: “Let me see, between Demon and Immortal, who is stronger!”

“Gu Qingyun! Prepare to die!”