The Demon Lord Is Carrying My Child - Chapter 15

Zhuang Yi was shaken awake by the jolting of a carriage. The girl sitting opposite her looked somewhat familiar; she was currently wiping away tears that refused to stop falling. Seeing Zhuang Yi wake up, the girl hurriedly asked, “Miss Zhuang, are you awake?”

Zhuang Yi did not pay her any mind. Her muddled brain couldn’t immediately recall exactly who this girl was.

Her face pale, she sat up and pressed a hand against her stomach. She lifted the carriage curtain; outside, the daylight was bright, and a group of people was traveling through a mountain forest.

Zhiming was riding a horse alongside the carriage and happened to meet Zhuang Yi’s gaze. Zhuang Yi’s eyes were icy, a look so cold it made one shiver from the bottom of their heart. Zhiming stared at the carriage frame and threatened, “You had better not have any thoughts of escaping.”

Zhuang Yi swept her gaze over him. The mark from the doorframe on his face hadn’t faded yet, and his arm was wrapped in gauze. He didn’t even dare to look her in the eye. Threatening someone while looking like that lacked any real weight. Zhuang Yi didn’t take him seriously at all; she let out a cold snort and dropped the curtain.

Just as she attempted to mobilize the demonic energy within her body, she discovered that her dantian was completely empty. She tried twice more, but the result remained the same.

Zhuang Yi couldn’t help but realize a problem: before she fainted, she had instinctively used all her demonic energy to protect the little fellow in her belly. Consequently, she was now… no different from an ordinary person.

It truly was one trouble after another. Zhuang Yi rubbed her aching stomach; she had nearly sacrificed her life, yet the little brat was still ungratefully acting up.

“Ye Yiran.” Zhuang Yi finally accepted her fate and remembered who the girl in front of her was.

“Miss Zhuang, are you feeling better?” Ye Yiran asked worriedly.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her complexion was no better than Zhuang Yi’s. Her hands bore red marks where they had been bound by rope.

Being pushed out by her biological father without hesitation, Ye Yiran must be heartbroken. No wonder those tears wouldn’t stop.

Realizing the reason, Zhuang Yi stopped looking at her and replied, “A bit better.”

Although her rubbing wasn’t very systematic and her palms weren’t particularly warm, perhaps because she had just cursed it in her mind, her stomach actually eased up. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing her constantly pressing her stomach, Ye Yiran remembered she was pregnant. She didn’t feel at ease because of that one reply; instead, she became even more worried: “Miss Zhuang, you are carrying a child, you must be careful.”

“I know.”

“Where is Sister Ji? Why isn’t she by your side?”

Ji Shutao was so protective of Zhuang Yi that it was impossible for her not to be with her. Ye Yiran faintly thought of a possibility.

“Shutao was afraid something would happen to you, so the two of us went to the Ye Estate together to find you. We were ambushed, and she escaped.”

The possibility in her heart was confirmed. Ye Yiran’s eyes widened, then she lowered her head a moment later, surrounded by guilt. “It was I who implicated you.”

Having met by chance yet being so cared for, although Ye Yiran blamed herself for dragging them into the abyss, her heart felt a flicker of warmth. However, she quickly remembered her father’s actions, and she instantly plunged back into a world of ice.

Sensing the aura of sadness emanating from Ye Yiran, Zhuang Yi remained calm. She wasn’t very good at comforting people, and besides, there was no point in talking about implication at this time.

Matters done of one’s own free will can hardly be called “implication.”

She coughed and asked, “Do you know where they are headed?”

Ye Yiran shook her head. “I was unconscious the whole time. When I woke up dazed, I saw you collapsed opposite me and realized we were in a carriage.” Ye Yiran paused, thought of something, and said with a heart like dead ashes, “However, they are disciples of Beichen Mountain, so they should be heading toward Beichen Mountain.”

“Beichen Mountain does not do such things as sacrificing living souls to heaven,” Zhuang Yi sneered. “The Cangyou Pavilion prides itself on being a righteous sect. Who would have thought… who would have thought.”

She didn’t intentionally lower her voice when she said this, and Zhiming, who was outside the carriage, heard her clearly.

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Zhiming’s eyes. No matter what, this woman could not be allowed to live.

On the other side, Ji Shutao, Chen Li, and the others hurriedly arrived at the Ye Estate and climbed over the walls. After landing, they split into two groups. Ji Shutao and Cun Ming went to find Zhuang Yi, while Chen Li and Wu Huo followed Ye Xiaoge to Ye Yiran’s courtyard. They planned to settle the final score with that group of imposters after rescuing everyone.

As it turned out, neither side found anything. Those people seemed to have vanished into thin air.

“I saw today that the guards definitely don’t include that group of people faking to be from Beichen Mountain.”

They found a random place where they could talk. Ye Xiaoge frowned; Ye Yiran’s courtyard was empty, as if she had never returned at all. The number of guards and the frequency of patrols had greatly decreased, returning to how they were before.

If Ye Xiaoge hadn’t remembered everything that happened, she might have thought she had just been dreaming.

“It seems they were afraid the matter would be exposed and have already left,” Chen Li speculated.

Failing to find Zhuang Yi made Ji Shutao anxious beyond measure. The fact that they had taken Zhuang Yi away was like adding fuel to the fire; Ji Shutao was already on the verge of exploding.

She struggled to restrain herself. After taking two deep breaths, she asked, “Then where would they go?”

“Sacrificing living souls to heaven requires many conditions. First, it must be on a mountain, never on flat ground. Second, it must be a deserted place so the chances of being discovered are smaller, avoiding unnecessary trouble,” Chen Li analyzed, then looked at Ye Xiaoge. “Miss Ye, in your memory, is there such a place around the town?”

The further west one went, the more deserted places there were. However, the West Mountain to the far west only seemed deserted; it was actually a place where many masters preferred to live in seclusion. There were no small number of barriers and traps there. Moreover, sacrificing living souls to heaven there would be no different from seeking death. Therefore, it definitely wasn’t West Mountain.

Chen Li and the others all agreed to dismiss the West Mountain that Ye Xiaoge mentioned.

Ye Xiaoge thought for a while longer and remembered there was a nameless mountain to the east of the town. Because that place had sparse trees and was prone to accidents, even the most skilled hunters in town wouldn’t go there, let alone anyone else.

“Then we will go to the Nameless Mountain. With so many of them, their pace won’t be too fast. We should be able to catch up soon.”

Flying on a sword is a task that consumes a lot of cultivation. Even if, as Ji Shutao said, that group’s cultivation wasn’t low, they were still carrying an ordinary person and an injured person; they likely wouldn’t choose to fly on swords.

Weighing the situation like this, Chen Li thought they would probably catch up very soon.

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