How to Handle a Sickly Yandere Demon God - Chapter 5

Seeing Yue Baiyin’s expression, which had just begun to clear up, turn cloudy again, Xu Xingxing felt the wind outside grow fiercer and the candle flames inside flicker wildly. She dropped to her knees with a thud and declared, “Ancestor Master, please accept this disciple’s bow!”

Yue Baiyin was overjoyed, while Gu Nuo’s face darkened.

Pretending not to notice the oppressive atmosphere behind her, she proclaimed loudly, as if taking an oath, “Of course, a spirit beast’s life is a life! Even if it costs half my spiritual power or starting over from scratch, or even all my spiritual power and giving up cultivation entirely, I would not hesitate!”

Yue Baiyin’s pupils contracted, and his body trembled slightly. He, too, dropped to his knees with a thud, tears streaming down his face as he wept, “The Beast Taming Sect finally has a successor!”

“My disciple!”

Yue Baiyin crawled forward a few steps and tightly grasped Xu Xingxing’s hands. “You are not just my disciple, you are my soulmate! Disciples are easy to find, but a soulmate is rare. I, Yue Baiyin, am already halfway into the grave, yet I have found such a kindred spirit. Truly, I can die without regrets!”

With that, he was already weeping uncontrollably.

Xu Xingxing could no longer care that Yue Baiyin’s hands had previously been used to pick his nose and scratch his feet. The stench overwhelmed her senses, and her mind cycled endlessly with the thought: I want to escape, but I can’t.

She tried to say something, but every time she opened her mouth, the smell forced her to shut it again. In the end, with no other option, she rolled her eyes and pretended to faint.

Perhaps her body was truly weak, for she ended up sleeping straight through until the next day.

When Xu Xingxing opened her eyes, she saw Gu Nuo sitting by her bedside, and for a moment, she thought she had traveled back in time to several months ago.

Back then, she had just arrived in this world, severely injured. After the system finished explaining her mission, it vanished without a trace, leaving her alone in a foreign world with nothing but an endless-seeming task.

Every day, the pain was so unbearable she couldn’t sleep, yet she couldn’t even cry out. It was he who sat by her bedside night after night, talking to her, sometimes seriously, sometimes teasingly, slowly pulling her back from the brink of collapse.

Because of this, even though she now knew he had deliberately kept things from her the day before, she couldn’t bring herself to be angry with him.

It was just past dawn, the sky outside still dim with the first light of day. He had likely stayed up all night again. Seeing her awake, he immediately handed her a bowl of medicine, his voice cold. “Drink it.”

She reached out and touched it, it was warm, just like before.

Sitting up, she took the bowl and drank it all in one go.

Gu Nuo retrieved the bowl with a stern expression and made to leave, but as he rose, she grabbed the corner of his robe.

“Uncle Master.”

Gu Nuo let out a cold laugh. “Uncle Master? Don’t mess up the hierarchy. You’re now Yue Baiyin’s disciple, which makes us peers. Just call me Senior Brother.”

“Uncle Master,” Xu Xingxing said calmly, her gaze fixed on him. Fearful he would leave, she held tightly to his robe. “How did you persuade my father to let me move to Spirit Beast Mountain that day?”

“Why ask about that?” Gu Nuo clearly had no intention of answering.

“Then I’ll guess,” she said, her tone indifferent as she looked at him. “Given my father’s temperament, if you tried to persuade him from my perspective, no amount of talking would have worked. So, you must have found a way to appeal to his own standpoint.”

“I suffered a qi deviation and nearly lost my life. Even though it didn’t damage my foundation, you could no longer push me to cultivate too harshly, after all, you needed to keep me alive.”

Gu Nuo froze for a moment, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes.

“When will I be able to transcend my mortal body and overcome the tribulation to become an immortal?” Xu Xingxing spoke calmly, as if discussing someone else’s affairs. “Let’s not even mention that since ancient times, no one from Kunlun has ever attained immortality. Even if one reaches the Great Perfection stage without achieving immortality, it’s useless, as the Demon Extermination War has already proven.”

The Demon God, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, had annihilated all the Great Perfection cultivators of Kunlun. Even without reading the records, she knew a little about this.

“The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion once prophesied that I am the savior of the world. Since the path you’ve envisioned holds no hope, why not let me follow my own way? Perhaps there might be a turning point, who knows?”

Xu Xingxing’s tone shifted. “Uncle Master, am I right in my guess?”

Gu Nuo looked at her composed demeanor, and that strange feeling, that the person before him was not Xu Xing’er, rose in his heart once again.

Was Xing’er always like this? She was usually aloof and reserved, taciturn, rarely as articulate as she was now.

Finally, he asked, “Are you really Xing’er?”

Xu Xingxing wasn’t surprised by his question. After all, she had always been true to herself. She wasn’t even a minor character in the book, so why fear being out of character?

She chuckled, evading the question with one of her own. “Uncle Master, when you persuaded my father, were those words truly what you believed?”

“Did you treat me with such care because I am Xu Xing’er, or because I am the so-called savior of the world?”

Gu Nuo stiffened abruptly and turned to look at Xu Xingxing.

The sky had brightened completely, and sunlight streamed in through the window, yet it failed to illuminate her eyes.

Her gaze was dark and devoid of light, but a smile lingered on her lips. Though her face appeared no different from usual, it evoked a sense of sorrow in him.

Why was that? He had never considered it before.

He had some understanding of divination. Putting himself in others’ shoes, he felt that half of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion’s prophecies were nonsense.

Later, when the Demon God descended, plunging the world into calamity, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion had issued such a prophecy half a month prior.

At that time, cultivation was at its peak, with over thirty cultivators having reached the Great Perfection stage, a record high in a millennium. Everyone dismissed the prophecy, even scoffing at it.

People had grown too complacent, and Kunlun had grown too complacent. No one believed, no one cared, until disaster struck.

The status of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion soared overnight, and every step taken thereafter had to be calculated in advance.

When the Demon God was finally vanquished, and everyone thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion prophesied the coming of a savior.

At first, he found it utterly absurd, yet he dared not disbelieve.

He had felt sorry for his senior brother’s harsh treatment of Xu Xing’er, but as time passed, he gradually came to believe it was necessary, even inevitable.

Until he saw the little girl he once held in his arms crawl out of a cave, drenched in blood.

His usually composed senior brother collapsed upon hearing the news, too weak to even stand.

She had nearly died.

But thankfully, she survived.

As he treated her, he watched her endure the pain silently, tears streaming down her face, her lower lip bitten until it was raw and bloody.

Countless times, he questioned himself: Was it right to push her like that? Wouldn’t it be better to let her live like an ordinary girl?

Now, she sat on the bed, calmly posing the questions he dared not face, leaving him choked up and at a loss for words.

Seeing him remain silent, she smiled, her eyes once again brimming with light. She said, “Uncle Master, regardless of the reason, I thank you for saving me and for persuading my father, allowing me to do what I wish. I will cherish this life, live well, and live in the way I desire.”

Gu Nuo didn’t know how he left the room, nor how he returned to his residence.

He understood her meaning.

No matter how he had convinced her father, the result was good, and she would be grateful.

No matter why he had saved her, since he had saved her, she was aware of it.

Knowing that no one is perfect in their intentions, she judged actions, not intentions.

That was how it was.

Gu Nuo covered his forehead and laughed, though his eyes grew slightly moist.

Xu Xingxing had been sitting beside the black dog for an hour. With her chin propped in her hands, she wore a peculiar smile, occasionally letting out a soft “hehe.”

Fang Zhiming thoughtfully brought some tea and snacks but was startled away by her sudden laughter just as he was about to make small talk.

Although Gu Nuo had resolved to be a tolerant and magnanimous Uncle Master from now on, seeing Xu Xingxing’s infatuated expression still made his face darken involuntarily.

“Is this dog particularly handsome?”

“Hehe, Uncle Master, hehe.”

Gu Nuo: “…”

Feeling he had nothing in common with these animal breeders, he tossed the medicine for the past few days into Xu Xingxing’s arms and, with a cold expression, rode his sword away…

It was no wonder she had been acting so strangely these past few days. Who would have thought saving this black dog would bring her such immense happiness?

Moreover, the sensation after forming the bond was truly wondrous.

It was as if she had gained an extra presence in this world, she could sense its perceptions and its condition. Even now, she could feel its meridians slowly healing and its spiritual power gradually accumulating…

“What do you think if I call you Xiao Hei?”

“Don’t.”

Yue Baiyin, who had appeared beside her at some point, cracked melon seeds as he spoke. “Such high-grade spirit beasts are treasures of nature, proud and untamable. Most already have their own names.”

“Then your nickname from now on will be Xiao Hei, hehe.”

Yue Baiyin: “…”

“Ancestor Master, it’s been several days. Why hasn’t Xiao Hei woken up yet?”

“It was too severely injured. I’ve used quite a bit of herbal medicine these past few days. It’ll probably take another half-month of rest to wake up.”

Yue Baiyin spat out a melon seed shell. “If you want it to recover faster, keep it close to you. Your spiritual energy can nourish it now, which is far more effective than the herbs I prepare.”

“Prepare?” Xu Xingxing looked up at him. “Did you wash your hands?”

Yue Baiyin shook his head and offered the melon seeds in his hand. “Want some?”

Xu Xingxing glanced at the dirt under his fingernails and closed her eyes briefly. “No, thank you, Master.”

Then she went outside, grabbed Fang Zhiming, and complained angrily, “It’s been days already. Can our master finally take a bath or not?”

“Our master is a natural being. What does it matter whether he bathes or not?” retorted Tao Fuzhong, the Beast Taming Sect disciple who had already moved in and was a devoted fan of Yue Baiyin.

Xu Xingxing and Fang Zhiming exchanged a glance. That very night, under the pretense of educating the junior disciple, they tricked Yue Baiyin into staying in Tao Fuzhong’s room.

Early the next morning, Tao Fuzhong, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, joined Fang Zhiming in dragging Yue Baiyin to the mountains to wash up.

By then, Xu Xingxing had already lost interest in the matter.

To help Xiao Hei recover sooner, she had moved it into her room the day before and, for better effect, made sure it shared her quilt.

She used to often sleep with Uncle Hei, and whenever the kennel welcomed new adorable puppies, she couldn’t resist cuddling with them for a few nights. Fluffy and warm, why not indulge?

But no one had told her that the world of cultivation was different!

So, when she woke up to find a stranger lying beside her bed, her heart jolted in shock, and she instinctively raised her foot to kick out!

Suddenly, her heart felt as if tugged, halting her movement. After a dazed moment, she belatedly realized that this person was actually Xiao Hei.

Once she calmed down, she found herself captivated by his appearance.

To be fair, the cultivation world was never short of handsome men and beautiful women. There was the dashing Gu Nuo, the upright and tall Tao Fuzhong, and even the lively Fang Zhiming, any of them could have easily been school heartthrobs in the modern world.

Even so, she couldn’t help but be stunned.

His eyelashes were thick and long like feather fans, his nose bridge high and prominent, his skin fairer than snow, and his lips slightly pale from injury. Black hair cascaded across the bed, giving him an ethereal, immortal aura. For a moment, she couldn’t even tell if he was male or female.

Was Xiao Hei male or female?

She had no idea…

Xu Xingxing glanced at his slender neck. Hmm… there was a slight Adam’s apple, but some girls had Adam’s apples too…

Looking further down, his chest beneath the black robes was quite flat, but some girls also had…

Before she could examine further, she suddenly felt a gaze upon her. Lifting her head, she met a pair of ink-black eyes, deep as an abyss.