How to Handle a Sickly Yandere Demon God - Chapter 10

It didn’t know when it had first appeared in this world.

In the beginning, it was tiny, like a speck of dust, rolling about in the mud every day, finding contentment in its filth.

Then, a fierce gust of wind swept it onto a mountain. It didn’t know where it was, only that it was bitterly cold.

Yet, for some reason, it grew a little larger, about the size of a button.

The mountain was teeming with all sorts of demonic creatures. Too afraid to show itself, it hid and scurried about, living a life of hardship.

It missed that muddy pit, so it wandered the mountain every day, searching for a way to escape.

It burrowed around like a worm, or perhaps it was a worm all along, yearning desperately for the day it could tunnel its way out of the great mountain and leave the icy stone crevices behind.

Then, one day, it crawled into a massive cavern. The cave was freezing cold, with a large window carved into the rock. Standing before the window was a person, gazing out at the scenery beyond the mountain.

Just as it was about to retreat, the person seemed to sense something and slightly turned their face. The moment it saw that profile, its body froze, unable to move another inch.

Later, it would reflect that this moment marked the beginning of its descent into darkness.

Altering one’s pulse slightly was no difficult task for Xu Xingxing.

The female physician felt her pulse for a long while, then finally shook her head with a troubled expression. Turning to the man standing nearby, she said, “Chief, send someone to take this girl back tomorrow. Her condition is severe, beyond the point of recovery. Medicine and treatments can no longer save her.”

…She had overdone it.

Qi Danxuan, who had been waiting by the bedside, immediately threw herself onto Xu Xingxing and began wailing, fully immersed in her role. “Just a few days ago, the physician said she would recover as long as she rested properly! It’s all your fault for frightening her and making her condition worse! You murderers! Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?”

The chief also looked deeply anxious. He roared in anger, “What nonsense are you spouting? You must cure her today! If you can’t, don’t even think about leaving alive!”

??? What kind of domineering CEO line was that?

The physician looked at him with a serious expression. “I can prescribe a remedy to alleviate her symptoms, but I cannot cure this illness. If you don’t believe me, find someone else.”

Furious, the chief raised his hand as if to strike but reluctantly lowered it again. He paced around the room a few times in frustration before slapping the man who had brought the two girls back. “Meng Gouzi, are you blind? If there’s a sickly girl in the caravan, why did you still rob them?”

He then proceeded to strike Meng Gouzi’s head several more times with vicious force.

Rubbing his head, Meng Gouzi grumbled in grievance, “How was I supposed to know? It’s not like I can ask if anyone’s sick before robbing them.”

“What’s wrong with asking? What’s wrong with asking?” The chief’s slaps showed no mercy. “Look at the mess you’ve gotten us into! If anything happens to Chu Xue, I’m holding you responsible!”

The physician calmly interjected, “If you truly care about Chu Xue, you should disband this stronghold. Even if you manage to save this girl today, there’s no guarantee you can protect her in the future.”

The chief’s anger instantly deflated, and he squatted down, burying his head in his hands. “But… I promised my father…”

“I won’t make this decision for you,” the physician said coolly. “I’m only reminding you, if this girl dies in the stronghold today, Chu Xue’s days are likely numbered as well.”

With those words, she picked up her medicine chest and left.

Meng Gouzi quickly followed suit and left, leaving the village chief squatting on the ground alone in sorrow.

“Um…” Qi Danxuan, who had long stopped crying, looked at the chief on the ground and timidly asked, “Who is Chuxue?”

The chief’s voice was thick with a nasal tone, as if he had been crying: “My younger brother.”

“What does your sister’s life or death have to do with your brother?”

The chief wiped his tears and straightened up, saying, “Don’t meddle in other people’s business.”

Just as he was about to step out of the room, he suddenly heard the woman on the bed coughing as she woke up. She looked around in confusion and asked, “Where am I?”

Qi Danxuan had already become quite adept at playing along. She hurriedly pretended to be deeply concerned, helping Xu Xingxing sit up, and tearfully repeated the physician’s words.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xingxing feigned sorrow and said, “What a pity that my technique for healing spirit beasts has no successor…”

If she wasn’t mistaken, Chuxue was most likely connected to that spirit beast.

As expected, the chief’s eyes lit up, though he remained somewhat cautious: “Healing spirit beasts? Who are you? Who taught you?”

“I am a disciple of Yue Baiyin of Kunlun. Due to my frail constitution, I cannot cultivate immortality. My master saw some talent in me and had me learn the art of healing spirit beasts, so that I may do good deeds, accumulate virtue, and extend my lifespan…” Xu Xingxing coughed intermittently as she spoke.

Before cultivating immortality, Yue Baiyin had been a veterinarian. Later, after receiving guidance, he joined the Beast Taming Sect. However, whenever he had free time, he would still travel to the mortal world to offer free medical services. Not only did he treat spirit beasts, but even ordinary livestock, he would diagnose with care and never be perfunctory.

Thus, he was somewhat renowned in the mortal world.

The chief was half-convinced and half-doubting: “Didn’t Immortal Yue perish in the Demon Extermination War?”

This suspicion was not surprising, even Tao Fuzhong, who cultivated immortality in Kunlun, believed the same. After all, not everyone could survive alone in the deep mountains and dense forests for thirty years.

“He did not.”

Xu Xingxing took out a wooden plaque from her bundle. It was very old and covered in grime that she had tried to wash off for a long time without success. If it weren’t for the possibility of needing it on this trip, she wouldn’t have even bothered to bring it.

At the time, Yue Baiyin felt he ought to give his disciple a welcoming gift. After searching his entire person, he could only find this wooden plaque. He had been quite regretful then, saying that this object had been with him for over five hundred years, something he had carried with him even before entering Kunlun, and he urged her to cherish it.

Xu Xingxing looked at the plaque, hesitating to speak. After several rounds of polite refusal, she managed to irritate Yue Baiyin, who said that if she didn’t want it, he would just throw it away.

Only then did she reluctantly accept it.

When the chief saw the plaque, his pupils instantly contracted. He grabbed the plaque and examined it repeatedly, his expression growing increasingly agitated. Tears welled up in his eyes without him realizing. Just as Xu Xingxing was about to ask, he fell to his knees with a thud, pressing his forehead to the ground and crying out, “I beg you, Immortal, please save Chuxue!”

It was then that Xu Xingxing learned the truth from him.

His name was Luo Zisheng, and his father, Luo Wuzhou, had been the previous chief of this mountain stronghold. During the Demon Extermination War, when countless lives were lost, his father led the entire village to relocate to these mountains to escape the chaos of war.

At first, the villagers survived by hunting, as the forest was teeming with animals, providing enough to eat.

When he was young, he once followed his father into the forest to hunt. Due to a sudden downpour, he got separated from the group. He wandered in the forest for two days without finding the stronghold. Later, he was attacked by a wild beast and was on the verge of death when a white deer appeared and brought him back.

Later, the white deer was revered as a divine beast by the village.

Hunting did not guarantee daily abundance; the exhaustion of travel and the constant fear of wild animal attacks slowly planted the idea of robbery in the hearts of the villagers. Eventually, they convinced his father, and they truly began their lives as bandits.

Just as they had done when setting out for hunts, they would kneel before the white deer before each raid, seeking its protection.

On their first robbery, his father and the others returned laden with spoils. That night, they set up a large pot, feasting on meat and wine, reveling in their success.

It was also from that time onward that the white deer’s health began to decline.

After his father passed away, he took over his father’s position. Though he reduced their wicked deeds, it did nothing to alleviate the white deer’s suffering.

In recent years, the white deer had grown extremely frail, and he was at a loss for what to do.

By the time Luo Zisheng finished speaking, tears were streaming down his face.

Xu Xingxing only wanted to see the white deer as soon as possible, but she had to play her part convincingly. She pretended to struggle to her feet, her face full of compassion. “Quick, take me there!”

Luo Zisheng led them out through the back door, following a winding path uphill.

Before long, the path disappeared, and they ventured deep into the forest. Luo Zisheng cleared the way ahead while she and Qi Danxuan followed behind.

They walked through the dense forest for what felt like an eternity, until Qi Danxuan repeatedly complained of exhaustion. Finally, the view opened up before them. A crisp, refreshing scent filled the air, and they found themselves before a lake, its surface shimmering under the moonlight.

He took out a short flute and began to play it softly.

A breeze rustled the leaves, and the ethereal sound of the flute rippled outward like waves.

Xu Xingxing waited quietly, but even after the flute’s melody faded completely, the white deer did not appear.

Luo Zisheng’s face turned pale with panic, and he murmured, “Impossible, impossible.”

Suddenly, the bushes on the opposite shore of the lake rustled, and the three of them held their breath.

A figure emerged slowly from the shadows. As his face transitioned from darkness into the moonlight, a faint red glow seemed to flicker in his eyes, like a dark elf stepping into the mortal world.

It was Xiao Hei.