The False Young Master Married the Demon Lord on a Flash Marriage (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 2

“Are you gay? Do you like men?”

Shi Li calculated the location of a hidden cave suitable for the contract, and the two walked toward it. Shi Li was so heavily injured that he could only lean on the Demon Lord’s arm to keep moving. He wasn’t sure if this counted as dodging the fate of being devoured by the Demon Lord, but he was alive for the moment. If the contract succeeded, his hope of survival would increase significantly.

Survival.

Shi Li felt a wave of confusion. When he jumped from the Altar of Judgment, he had been utterly hopeless. He had lived for over two hundred years, watching others gain close friends and cultivate successfully, while he… he had achieved nothing. He had been stripped of his identity, imprisoned, executed, and treated as a joke by the entire cultivation world.

Yet today was strange. First, the child in the dreamscape, then the Demon Lord. Jun Yanye, the Lord of the Demon Realm, was the most dangerous being in the three realms a violent nightmare who had once single-handedly slaughtered the cultivation world, causing it to regress by thousands of years. Even now, the cultivation world was terrified of him. If Jun Yanye died from his tribulation, the cultivation world would be holding parades in celebration.

And now, Shi Li was about to become his Daoist partner to save his life. If his former master or fellow disciples knew, it would be an apocalyptic scandal. But Shi Li realized it no longer mattered; there was no one left to care what he did.

Shi Li had grown up hearing stories about Jun Yanye. In his mind, Jun Yanye was a bloodless, heartless madman. After their brief encounter, Shi Li added one more label: A beautiful madman.

“Is it there?” Jun Yanye pointed toward a nearby cave. It was well-hidden, with a narrow entrance that required keen perception to detect.

Shi Li, still deep in thought about the “beautiful madman,” was startled. “Ah, yes.”

They entered the cave and sat on a clean stone slab. Shi Li assumed Jun Yanye knew the ritual for a Daoist partner contract, so he reached out his hands. Jun Yanye sat motionless, his eyes questioning Shi Li: What are you doing?

“It might be a bit abrupt, but it’s time to form the contract. You remember the ritual, right?” Shi Li asked.

Jun Yanye shook his head.

Shi Li was shocked. “You’ve never formed a Daoist partner contract?” Five thousand years, and not once? Though he had never heard of the Demon Lord having a partner, he had assumed that someone living for so long must have had at least one private affair.

“Never.”

Well, you’re impressive.

“Have you never attended anyone else’s partner ceremony either?”

“I don’t attend.”

“Uh…” Shi Li gave a dry laugh. “You really are more antisocial than I am. Alright, I’ll teach you.”

Shi Li grabbed Jun Yanye’s icy right hand and interlaced his fingers with his own. “Don’t let go until the contract is complete.” The feeling of holding hands with the Demon Lord was freezing, and Shi Li felt a shiver down his spine. “Next, I’ll say a line, and you repeat it. Not a single word can be wrong. Once finished, I will open my sea of consciousness. Your primordial spirit must enter, find my primordial spirit, and leave your soul mark upon it. Do you know how to do this step?”

Jun Yanye’s gaze shifted; he clearly wasn’t familiar with this either.

“You don’t know? Should I go first then?”

“Fine.”

“After the oath, you must open your sea of consciousness for me to enter.”

Jun Yanye mused, “I just underwent tribulation, and my internal energy is unstable. Your cultivation is too low. If you enter my sea of consciousness, you might get lost and be unable to get out.” He wasn’t concerned for Shi Li’s safety; if Shi Li couldn’t escape, the contract wouldn’t form, and Jun Yanye wouldn’t survive.

“Then we’ll have to seek wealth in danger,” Shi Li said, laughing carelessly. “It was already a game of nine deaths and one life. If we succeed, we both live. Let’s gamble.”

Shi Li was stunning, and his smile carried a carefree charm. Jun Yanye watched him, transfixed. A faint moonlight spilled over Shi Li’s blood-stained robes and the handcuff bruises on his wrists, yet his smile was so…

“Bonded in a deep contract, heart and soul intertwined,” Shi Li recited clearly and firmly.

“Bonded in a deep contract, heart and soul intertwined,” Jun Yanye repeated. As he spoke the words, he felt a strange tremor in his heart an emotion he didn’t recognize.

“Never parted by life or death, forever as one,” Shi Li recited.

Shi Li waited for Jun Yanye to repeat it, but there was a long silence. Jun Yanye was staring into Shi Li’s eyes, listening to his voice, looking at his face. An inexplicable wave of emotion threatened to burst from his chest, his thoughts churning so violently he could barely hold himself together. He had never felt this way before.

Shi Li felt his pulse—Jun Yanye’s energy was chaotic, on the brink of collapse. What is happening…

Blood trickled from Jun Yanye’s lips, and demonic energy surged from his wounds. Shi Li gripped his right hand tightly and recited the line again: “Never parted by life or death, forever as one!”

“Never parted… by life or death… forever… as one…” Jun Yanye was losing consciousness.

Shi Li didn’t hesitate; he closed his eyes and pushed his primordial spirit into Jun Yanye’s sea of consciousness. He had to stabilize him!

Fortunately, whether Jun Yanye had opened his mind beforehand or his consciousness was collapsing so completely that his defenses were down, Shi Li entered successfully. As he fell in, countless sharp blades scattered like a meteor shower, slicing the consciousness into fragments, each shimmering with fragments of Jun Yanye’s blurry, indistinct memories.

Shi Li looked around for the Demon Lord’s primordial spirit but couldn’t find his bearings. He tried to divine a direction, but before he could, a string of shimmering memory fragments lined up, as if guiding him.

Shi Li followed the trail deep into the sea of consciousness, eventually finding a glowing figure. It was strange. Usually, primordial spirits took on the person’s true likeness, but Jun Yanye’s was merely a silhouette—like a blank space cut out of paper. He had no features, no clothing; he simply lay there, drifting among the memory fragments.

“Jun Yanye,” Shi Li called out. The glowing figure flickered an answer.

“I wish to form a Daoist partner contract with you. If you are willing, accept my soul mark.”

The figure flickered again. Shi Li stepped forward, closed his eyes, and reached out to leave his soul mark on the primordial spirit’s chest. The mark blazed with light; the spirit sat up, turning its faceless head toward Shi Li as if trying to see him, to recognize him, but it couldn’t.

Shi Li stroked the spirit, then exited the sea of consciousness.

He found Jun Yanye much calmer; the demonic energy had stopped leaking. Perhaps his spirit had been soothed.

“Now it’s your turn” Before Shi Li could finish, Jun Yanye rushed into his consciousness. The difference in their cultivation levels was too vast, and the entry too violent; Shi Li fainted instantly.

When Shi Li woke up, Jun Yanye was sitting beside him, quietly staring at the darkness outside the cave.

“Ah…” Shi Li pulled at his whip wounds as he stood up, grimacing in pain.

“The contract is finished,” Jun Yanye said.

He could feel an invisible tether between them. When Shi Li was about to wake up or when he touched his wounds, Jun Yanye could feel it.

“Hahaha,” Shi Li laughed, lying back on the floor. “Great! Step one complete. Once we rest, we can start dual cultivation.”

Jun Yanye remained silent.

“Right, I left my soul mark on your heart. Where did you leave yours?” Shi Li leaned his head on his hand, lazily tugging at Jun Yanye’s sleeve.

“Look for yourself.”

“Too lazy to look at my own spirit. Just tell me.”

Jun Yanye turned his face away. “On your waist.”

Shi Li was surprised. That wasn’t like Jun Yanye. “You just picked a random spot?”

“No. Your spirit demanded it. If I didn’t, it wouldn’t tell me how to get out.” Jun Yanye sounded annoyed, trying to make Shi Li feel embarrassed. To think the dignified Demon Lord had been held hostage by a little Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Shi Li froze, then collapsed on the floor in hysterics. “Hahaha…”

Jun Yanye: “…” I really shouldn’t have expected anything better from this person.

“Hahaha…” Shi Li’s shoulders trembled as he offered a completely insincere apology. “I-I’m sorry…”

Jun Yanye remained expressionless, flicking his robes as he changed his posture, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“Wait, you aren’t planning to take revenge on me during dual cultivation, are you?” The smile faded from Shi Li’s face.

“Good idea.”

“Let me ask you a question: are you gay?”

“Never thought about it.” Jun Yanye’s voice was perfunctory.

“Do you like men? Do you have desires for men?”

“Uh…” Shi Li realized. “I see. You probably don’t. That’s a pity. Some people prefer being on top, some prefer being on bottom it varies from person to person. You can try both; I’ll make sure you’re comfortable…”

Jun Yanye looked at Shi Li, a dark anger hidden in his ochre eyes. “If you say another word, I’ll make you very uncomfortable right now.”

Shi Li suspected Jun Yanye really did want to kill him during dual cultivation.