The Demon Lord Is Carrying My Child - Chapter 17

Ji Shutao remembered that Zhuang Yi was still carrying a child, so after releasing her, she supported her to sit down on a large nearby rock.

Seeing Ji Shutao’s gaze flicker intentionally or otherwise toward her belly, Zhuang Yi knew exactly what she was worried about. Perhaps because she had directed all her demonic energy toward the little fellow, it was currently quite comfortable, with nothing wrong at all.

“It is fine,” Zhuang Yi answered.

Having her thoughts read, Ji Shutao smiled awkwardly. “It’s best that both of you are alright.”

“Did you come alone? Where is Ye Xiaoge?”

“Their origins are unknown, and they intend to use a living soul as a sacrifice to the heavens. I couldn’t handle it alone, so I notified the First and Second Senior Brothers. The Seventh Senior Brother followed along as well. At this moment, they should be taking Ye Xiaoge up the mountain.”

When Ji Shutao was dragged away by the Qingyi Sword, she told her senior brothers to go ahead and not worry about her. The Qingyi Sword was Zhuang Yi’s blade; since it was acting so abnormally, it was possible that something had happened to Zhuang Yi.

Although she had already confessed everything to her senior brothers, she didn’t know if Zhuang Yi was prepared for that.

Sure enough, the Qingyi Sword had brought her here to catch Zhuang Yi steadily.

Ye Xiaoge was just an ordinary person, and they originally hadn’t wanted her to follow, but she said she wanted Ye Yiran to know that there were relatives in this world who cared about her.

Her gaze was firm, so they could only agree.

Zhuang Yi, however, didn’t think of all these complications. She had always been open and upright; she had nothing to hide about her feelings for Ji Shutao. If the people of Beichen Mountain knew, then they knew it was no big deal. On the contrary…

“Do they really intend to use a living soul for a sacrifice?”

“How did you know?” Ji Shutao asked in return. The matter of the living soul sacrifice was something Ye Xiaoge had told her. Logically speaking, it should have been impossible for Zhuang Yi to know.

“The living soul sacrifice originated from my Demon Race. The so-called ‘living soul’ is the soul of a living person. Usually, a soul only leaves the body after death, but a living soul must be forcibly stripped away while the person is still alive. The pain involved is a hundred times worse than being cut into a thousand pieces. Such a technique is far too sinister; even my Demon Race eventually stopped using it, and it was classified as a forbidden art. The choice of a living soul isn’t random either; it must be a person of Pure Yin. A Pure Yin person doesn’t usually show their nature, but if a curse is planted on them, their Yin energy will reach its peak after seven days. Only then will sacrificing them yield twice the result with half the effort.”

Zhuang Yi had seen all of this in the demonic records. Although the sacrifice was recorded there, the specific method was not. Presumably, the exact method would be in the forbidden books, which no one outside the Demon Race could ever touch.

So, was there someone from the Demon Race colluding with them, attempting to use a living soul sacrifice for some purpose?

Ji Shutao listened with a trembling heart. She had originally thought a living soul sacrifice meant capturing the soul immediately after killing the person; she hadn’t expected there to be so many cruel details. It was utterly barbaric.

“What can be gained… from a living soul sacrifice?”

“The records mention two possibilities. One is gaining immense cultivation, and the other is summoning ancient demonic creatures for one’s own use. I don’t know which one is true. Furthermore, it’s definitely not something that can be accomplished with just one sacrifice.”

“Is Ye Yiran a person of Pure Yin? People like her must be quite rare, right?”

“There might be one in every town, but if they have such intentions, they are surely looking across the entire world.” Zhuang Yi’s brows were knitted tight. If they truly succeeded, the Demon Race would once again become the target of public criticism.

Ji Shutao placed her palm on Zhuang Yi’s forehead, smoothing out her furrowed brow. “There will always be a solution to everything. As the saying goes, the boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge. Don’t frown all the time.”

Zhuang Yi blinked. “So, Shutao, what are we… exactly?”

Zhuang Yi was clearly asking something she already knew the answer to. Having had a taste of sweetness, she wanted to keep that sugary feeling in her heart forever.

Ji Shutao saw through her, but she was utterly helpless against this side of Zhuang Yi.

She could only say what Zhuang Yi wanted to hear: “What else could we be? We’re lovers.”

Upon hearing these words, Zhuang Yi revealed the most brilliant smile Ji Shutao had ever seen. She hooked her finger around Ji Shutao’s and said, “My eternal lover.”

Zhuang Yi looked beautiful when she smiled. Ji Shutao’s heart felt an itch; she desperately wanted to kiss her.

She wanted to kiss Zhuang Yi at this very moment.

“You have to take responsibility if you’re going to flirt,” Ji Shutao said, before tilting Zhuang Yi’s chin up and kissing her.

In that moment, the world fell into silence. The two of them could only hear each other’s heartbeats.

Thump—thump—thump—

One after another, their hearts spoke of a never-tiring infatuation.

The Qingyi Sword had likely experienced a “momentary recovery” earlier and was now completely unable to fly. The two had no choice but to slowly climb up the mountain on foot.

“Has Ye Yiran already been placed under the curse?” Ji Shutao asked.

Zhuang Yi nodded. When she sat in the carriage with Ye Yiran, she noticed a very faint mark on Ye Yiran’s hand that even the girl herself hadn’t noticed. That was the sign of a curse already taking hold.

“The fate of a Pure Yin person isn’t much different from a normal person, though their personality might be overly tolerant and compassionate, and their romantic prospects may be poor. But once the curse is planted, they will soon be plagued by misfortune and meet a violent death.”

Listening to the first half, Ji Shutao thought that Ye Yiran was indeed far too tolerant—jumping straight into a dragon’s den for a father like that.

But upon hearing the second half, her heart jumped in shock. she pressed, “Can it be broken?”

“The curse must be broken within six days. By the seventh day, no matter who it is, it will be beyond help.”

Ji Shutao and Zhuang Yi had gone to find Ye Yiran three days ago. If Ye Yiran had been cursed as soon as she returned to the Ye Manor, calculating the time, it was currently the fifth day. There was still time.

“That’s good, that’s good.” Ji Shutao wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“Also,” Zhuang Yi suddenly remembered something, “they are disciples of the Cangyou Pavilion.”

Ji Shutao was so shocked she nearly rolled down the hillside.

“Is it the Cangyou Pavilion I’m thinking of?” Ji Shutao asked, refusing to give up hope.

“Yes.”

With that, all hope vanished. Ji Shutao’s perception of the world’s righteous path began to shatter.

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