How to Handle a Sickly Yandere Demon God - Chapter 32

Contrary to Xu Xingxing’s expectations, it wasn’t that Xiao Hei had devised an innovative method to kill Ji Chan. Rather, after Ji Chan’s death, a distinct aura, like a wisp of smoke, seeped into Xiao Hei’s palm.

Then, his pupils abruptly dilated, followed by a violent headache.

Even Xu Xingxing, as naive as she was, could tell something was amiss.

She supported Xiao Hei’s pain-wracked, nearly collapsing body, yet her mind grew increasingly clear.

Why had that shadowy demonic entity been so afraid of Xiao Hei before?
Why had that inexplicable smoke entered Xiao Hei’s body, and why had he made no attempt to evade it?
Why was Xiao Hei suddenly in such excruciating pain? Was it because he killed Ji Chan, or was it due to that wisp of smoke?

Looking back further, why had the demon named Ji Chan suddenly changed his attitude, becoming so reverent toward her?
What had happened then? Was it because of something she said?
“Xiao Hei, wait, let me finish asking,” she had said at the time.
What was wrong with that statement?
Or was it the name “Xiao Hei” that had caused such a drastic change in Ji Chan?
That was a name she had given him.

Her clear mind once again clouded over, and a series of unanswered questions made her temples throb.
While channeling spiritual energy to alleviate Xiao Hei’s pain, she struggled to find a thread of clarity in the fog of her thoughts.

No matter what, Xiao Hei’s past must be somewhat connected to the demon race.
Perhaps more than just “somewhat.”

She really should have read the original novel carefully, then she might have been able to guess which antagonist Xiao Hei could be linked to.
Did the Demon God have any mounts? Or was there some powerful demon who kept a beast?
It seemed highly plausible.

Xiao Hei’s status among demons must not be low; otherwise, demons wouldn’t kneel before him upon arrival.

The question she now had to ponder was whether to expose him.

She tried to set aside her emotions and think logically:

First, even if Xiao Hei isn’t a demon now, it’s clear he had some connection to demons in the past.
Second, Gu Nuo had warned her not to associate with demons.
Third, everyone in the world fears demons. If she were to protect him and it were discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Suddenly, Xiao Hei coughed up a mouthful of blood, then gradually calmed down, closing his eyes and leaning limply against her.

Xu Xingxing held him in her arms, noticing how his usually faintly curved lips were now pressed tightly together, his brows furrowed sharply, and his eyelashes trembling slightly as if he were trapped in a nightmare.

Gazing at him like this and recalling the dreams she’d had, a sharp pain pierced her mind, and emotions surged forth effortlessly:

First, Xiao Hei had been treated so cruelly by humans, turning to the demon race was only natural.
Second, since forming a contract with her, he had done nothing to harm others or commit evil deeds.
Third, if not for him, Lin Yue would either be dead or an elderly woman by now, and she herself would have undoubtedly become Zhou Qing’s test subject. Her impartial sect leader father would have arrived and executed both her and Zhou Qing on the spot.
Fourth, Xiao Hei resembled Uncle Hei.
Fifth… she remembered his words: “Don’t be afraid.”

“Don’t be afraid, I heard you.”
“You don’t need to fear, I’m here.”

She thought back to when they were outside the Jade Gate, his warm hands covering her eyes to shield her from fright.

In truth, every time she had accidentally touched him before, his hands had always been icy cold.

She had even teased him, saying that if he weren’t still breathing, she’d have mistaken him for a dead dog.

Xiao Hei hadn’t replied at the time, only pressing his even colder hand abruptly against the back of her neck.

Watching her shriek from the chill, he had smirked mockingly.

But after that, whenever she touched him again, his hands were always warm.

…

Alright, there was no need to think any further.

Emotion had completely overpowered reason.

If she had first crossed over to this world and seen Xiao Hei, who looked exactly like Uncle Hei, that alone would have been enough for her to cast aside all caution and protect him by her side.

After all, back then, she hadn’t had much concept of demons or immortals.

But after living here for over half a year, even without personally experiencing the Demon-Subduing War, she had gradually become somewhat wary of demons through constant exposure.

Having sorted out her thoughts, Xu Xingxing gently patted Xiao Hei’s cheek and said, “Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you. You have to live up to my guarantee and be a good spirit beast, alright?”

Perhaps the air here was too chilly; Xiao Hei unconsciously nuzzled his face against her palm. The golden bell hung quietly against his elegant collarbone, and as his furrowed brows relaxed slightly, he began to breathe evenly.

Seeing that he was now fine, Xu Xingxing felt relieved. With a thought, she transformed him back into a puppy and cradled him in her arms.

Mimicking Xiao Hei’s earlier actions, she found the corner and was about to bite her finger when the surroundings suddenly shifted. In the next moment, she was back in the room.

It must have been a precaution set by Xiao Hei in advance.

No need to bite her finger now.

This thought made Xu Xingxing suddenly happy again.

Where else could she find such a considerate spirit beast?

After carrying Luo Menglian out of the room, the jade house behind her suddenly shrank and folded, transforming into a white jade plaque that flew into her palm.

Startled for a moment, she tucked it into her embrace and, using a spell, guided Luo Menglian toward the inner residence.

By the time she arrived, thousands of fierce ghosts had almost been completely subdued, with only a dozen or so still causing insignificant trouble.

Some cultivators lay severely injured on the ground, while others tended to them. The state soldiers had suffered heavy casualties, and the survivors were hastily cleaning up the chaotic scene.

Not far from the Zhou residence, flashes of sword light indicated that her father, Xu Yi, and Zhou Qing were still fighting.

She placed Luo Menglian in the area for the wounded, gave some instructions to the cultivators overseeing the care, and then walked toward Fang Zhiming.

Fang Zhiming and Qin Feng were also injured, sitting under a tree and being treated by Lin Yue, who had regained consciousness.

Xu Xingxing greeted Qi Rongli, who was directing operations in an orderly manner, then approached Fang Zhiming and the others. “How are you? Are your injuries serious?” she asked.

“Senior Sister, when the fierce ghosts suddenly lost most of their power earlier, I knew it was your doing. Good thing you came along, or the three of us might have lost our lives on this mission,” Fang Zhiming sighed. “What kind of evil art is Zhou Qing using? It’s seriously sinister.”

The moment Lin Yue saw Xu Xingxing, tears streamed down her face. Sobbing, she said, “Senior Sister, I’m so foolish. I’m sorry, it’s all my fault that you, ”

“Hey, it’s fine,” Xu Xingxing wiped away her tears and comforted her. “Zhou Qing is just too cunning. How could it be your fault?”

“Didn’t Qi Rongli say this Zhou Qing was only at the Nascent Soul stage? How is he trading blows evenly with the sect leader?” Qin Feng frowned as he watched the sword flashes in the sky.

“I’ll go check.” Xu Xingxing placed the Xiao Hei cat in her arms beside Fang Zhiming. “Watch over him, I’ll be right back.”

“What’s wrong with Xiao Hei?” Fang Zhiming asked in confusion.

“Nothing serious. That demon was too powerful, he got slightly injured. He’ll recover after some rest,” Xu Xingxing fabricated casually.

With that, she straightened up.

“Be careful, Senior Sister!” Qin Feng quickly called out.

Xu Xingxing gave him a slight nod before flying toward Xu Yi.

Unexpectedly, halfway through her flight, a blinding light suddenly flashed, followed by an extremely powerful sword aura radiating outward. Xu Xingxing reacted swiftly, deploying a protective barrier to shield everyone behind her.

Amid the impacting sword light, a streak of ink-blue shot down at incredible speed, instantly shattering Xu Xingxing’s barrier and crashing directly into the high wall. The wall immediately disintegrated into dust, and thick clouds of dirt billowed around the fallen figure.

Xu Yi teleported over, disappearing into the swirling dust. Another wave of sword aura erupted, instantly clearing the dust to reveal Xu Yi standing tall, his silver hair and robes dancing together, his sharp longsword pointed directly at the fallen Zhou Qing. He stood straight and elegant, like a pine tree standing proudly in the snow.

Zhou Qing slowly propped himself up, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Xu Yi, his eyes surprisingly lighthearted as he laughed, “If I hadn’t used my heart’s blood to feed the fierce ghosts and lost my vitality, you definitely wouldn’t have beaten me today.”

Xu Yi’s sword-like eyebrows furrowed tighter. “You’re truly beyond reason.”

Zhou Qing leisurely sat up, his expression relaxed. “Junior Brother, strike quickly. If I recover, you’ll have to fight bitterly again.”

Fang Zhiming abruptly sat upright, crying out in pain as he pulled his wounds. After recovering for a moment, he exclaimed in shock, “Junior Brother? Junior Brother! Senior Sister! You knew all along?”

Xu Xingxing, who had landed nearby, sighed. “He told me himself. I thought that since he lost both legs saving his father and had a hard life, I should at least preserve his reputation after death, so I didn’t tell you.”

She never expected he would reveal his identity himself.

Hearing her words, Zhou Qing looked over. “I’ve wasted Xing’er’s kind intentions. I, Shi He, take full responsibility for my actions. I would never let others bear the infamy for me.”

After a pause, he added thoughtfully, “Though this Zhou Qing wasn’t exactly a good person either.”

Qi Rongli also stepped forward, his face full of regret. “Why must you go to such extremes?”

“I had to do something for the common people.”

Xu Yi’s expression darkened as he spoke word by word, “Is this what you call doing for the common people?”

Shi He raised his lips in a smile, completely unrepentant. “You never understood me, but I don’t blame you.”

“Before you strike, could you let me speak with Xing’er for a moment?”

Xu Xingxing was momentarily startled but obediently walked over.

Shi He said, “You can do it for your father. I know him, he wouldn’t have the heart.”

Xu Yi’s eyebrows were tightly knit, his expression extremely grim. The hand holding his sword was even slightly unsteady. “You’ve committed unforgivable sins. How could I not have the heart?”

“Probably because you feel you owe me a pair of legs.”

Xu Yi’s figure stiffened abruptly.

“The day you broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, your hair turned white overnight, and then you changed your personality, burying yourself in killing demons. Is this what you call letting go?” Shi He’s expression was calm, like a steady older brother.

Xu Yi’s eyelashes drooped heavily. When he spoke again, he had regained his cold demeanor. “Senior Brother is right. Then let me return your legs to you.”

The long sword traced a graceful arc in his hand, then swept forward with a chilling blade aura, aiming straight for the legs!

Xu Xingxing’s heart leaped into her throat. She swiftly teleported in an attempt to intervene, but the blade was too fast. Helplessly, she watched as her ice sword missed its mark.

The sound of blade slicing through flesh and bone echoed.

The surroundings fell into dead silence. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two figures in the arena.

Before Xu Yi stood a person, spiritual energy gathered around their legs, forcefully blocking the razor-sharp blade!

But how could mere flesh and blood withstand a full-force strike from a Void Refinement expert?

A trickle of blood slowly seeped from the spot where the legs had intercepted the blade.

The blood flowed more and more, like a thin stream, steadily dripping, and the area seemed on the verge of breaking apart.

Xu Yi’s eyes widened, fixed intently on the person before him.

Once again, that person shielded him, blood trickling from the corner of their mouth, their eyes filled with helplessness. With great difficulty, they spoke:

“You reckless child, why are you still so impulsive?”