The False Young Master Married the Demon Lord on a Flash Marriage (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 3

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to get it up with a man, afraid you’ll have obstacles or difficulties…”

Shi Li was exhausted. After forming the Daoist partner contract, his energy was spent, and he longed to sleep a while longer. He instructed Jun Yanye: “I’m going to rest. A monster might pass by later; tell him his wife is about to give birth and he should hurry back. If everyone is safe, ask him to bring the most precious books from his cave here.”

Jun Yanye nodded slightly, and Shi Li fell asleep, pillowing his head on the hem of Jun Yanye’s robes. The Demon Realm’s fabric was a fine thing—cool, smooth, and dust-repellent—and it carried a faint, icy scent of snow, perfect for cooling off in the summer heat. Shi Li slept soundly, and Jun Yanye didn’t pull his hem away, allowing him to rest.

Jun Yanye looked back at Shi Li’s sleeping face. It was incredible; in less than a day, he had acquired a Daoist partner. This partner was a strange person. In his life, Jun Yanye had encountered those who feared him, loathed him, or revered him, but Shi Li… this person seemed indifferent to everything.

Can I trust him?

Though Shi Li was formerly of the Changming Sect—with which Jun Yanye shared a bloody feud—Shi Li had been cast out, so presumably, he was no longer aligned with them. Jun Yanye turned his gaze away, feeling a strange sensation toward Shi Li—was it because of the contract? The feeling was subtle, like a white egret in the snow—only when it fluttered could one slightly perceive it.

As he pondered, shouts suddenly came from the cave entrance.

“Whoever is inside, come out! This is a robbery! Hand over everything you have! If you don’t come out, don’t blame me for being rude!”

Remembering Shi Li’s words, Jun Yanye replied: “Come in.”

“Heh! You’re not afraid of death, are you? Fine, I’m coming in!”

Swish. A small, orange-red fox demon darted in, brandishing a steel fork. The little fox demon stared blankly at Jun Yanye, clearly failing to recognize the Demon Lord; he only saw someone who looked wealthy and dressed in such finery.

“Quick! Hand over your valuables!” The little fox demon waved the fork, its handle clinking against his belt tag, which read “Silver Fox Cave” in copper characters.

“Your wife is about to give birth. Go back and see. If they are safe, bring the most precious books from your cave here,” Jun Yanye said. He wasn’t practiced in such speech, and even he felt it was absurd, but the moment he finished, the little fox demon went quiet.

The little fox demon squeaked urgently, ears twitching and eyes spinning, before turning and bolting out of the cave!

Jun Yanye watched the fox demon retreat, then looked back at Shi Li. This fake young master has some tricks up his sleeve—his ability to foresee the future is quite different from what the rumors say. Though, I wonder what those “most precious” books are…

The next morning, sounds drifted in from outside the cave.

“Benefactor! Benefactor, are you here?” The little fox demon arrived, clutching a dusty bundle, his furry paws rubbing together nervously.

Shi Li: “Come in!”

The little fox demon scurried in, beaming. “Thank you for your guidance yesterday, Benefactor. I rushed back, and my wife had already delivered! Everything went smoothly because I went back in time. This is the book you wanted—it really is the most precious and valuable one I have!” He handed over the bundle solemnly.

Shi Li took the bundle without opening it and smiled. “Good. If you help me with one more thing, I’ll give you another divination.”

“Haha, that would be wonderful! Just tell me what to do, Benefactor, as long as it’s within my power.”

“Lean closer.” Shi Li whispered a few words into the fox demon’s furry ear. The fox demon’s mouth fell open, and he blushed deeply as he lowered his head. “T-then, can I bring it by noon?”

“Yes, the sooner the better. Go.”

After the fox-demon, Hu San, left, Jun Yanye opened the bundle. Inside were three delicately bound volumes:

Longyang Spring Palace Secret Illustrations (Expanded Edition);

The Universe within the Bedchamber (Special Edition for the ‘Cut-Sleeve’);

Ten Forbidden Romantic Tales (Illustrated Edition).

“These are his most precious books,” Jun Yanye tossed them aside. “As expected of a fox demon. Even with a family, he reads this filth.”

“Have you considered that his wife might be male?” Shi Li grabbed one of the books. “There are many ways to make a male give birth these days.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.”

“What’s so hard to think about?” Shi Li teased. “Isn’t your wife a man, too?”

Jun Yanye stared intently at Shi Li, only then realizing Shi Li was referring to himself.

“Hahaha…” Shi Li burst into laughter at Jun Yanye’s speechless expression.

Jun Yanye changed the subject: “What do you want these books for?”

“I’m afraid you won’t know how to handle the dual cultivation and might hurt me, so I prepared some reading material for you.” Shi Li opened The Universe within the Bedchamber. “Also, I’m checking how to make it last longer; short sessions aren’t good for recovery.”

Jun Yanye felt insulted.

“I also had him bring some tonics and small bedroom instruments, and virility wine. We’ll use them when the time comes. Man proposes, God disposes—let’s just ensure each dual cultivation session restores as much energy as possible so we can part ways sooner,” Shi Li said with total sincerity.

“Uh…” Jun Yanye looked at Shi Li with the gaze one might reserve for a corpse, his ochre eyes murderous.

“Why are you glaring at me?” Shi Li blinked. “I’m worried you’ll have performance issues with a man, worried you’ll have obstacles or difficulties, so I thought of ways to help you… Did I make you angry again?”

Jun Yanye took a deep breath, a cold sneer forming on his lips: “Thank you for being so thoughtful. During dual cultivation, I will certainly not disappoint your… ‘good intentions.'”

Sacred Realm, Changming Sect Star-Gazing Platform.

Sect Leader Yan Moxia stood side-by-side with the restored young sect master, Shi Chen. Shi Chen gazed up at the night sky, while Yan Moxia watched Shi Chen.

The night sky resembled a chessboard, with stars shifting like chess pieces, yet the full picture remained obscured by clouds, adding to the mystery.

“Sect Leader, Shi Li’s soul lamp hasn’t extinguished; he is not dead.” Shi Chen extended his left hand to divine. “Not only is he alive, but he has encountered a great fortune. He has been brought back from the dead, and in the future, no one will dare contest him.”

Yan Moxia felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He closed his eyes, his snow-white robes fluttering in the breeze. “If Shi Li does not die, I will.”

“Sect Leader, you take it too seriously. What do you mean?”

“Young sect master, divine a hexagram for me.”

“It is the Bi hexagram, Shang Liu a sign of no resolution. Sect Leader, this hexagram is very dangerous.” Shi Chen lowered his eyes, his lashes like crow feathers. “There are two paths before you.”

“Speak.”

“First, find Shi Li immediately and kill him to eliminate future trouble. Second, wait.”

“Wait?” Yan Moxia looked at Shi Chen.

“Yes. Wait for him to perish on his own. This is also a path, but with many variables.”

The sheer golden curtains fluttered in the breeze, tangling with Yan Moxia’s robes.

“Young sect master, I am not a man who waits for fate.” Yan Moxia’s gaze was fixated. “Between Shi Li and me, only one can live!”

Yan Moxia’s gaze seemed almost to be pleading with Shi Chen for help, inadvertently revealing a touch of frailty and exhaustion.

“He is not the type to take revenge. Sect Leader, perhaps you could wait a while longer. Waiting is agonizing and full of variables, but…”

Yan Moxia shook his head: “Shi Chen, if you only have one path to walk, and this path leads to certain failure, what would you do?”

Shi Chen frowned. “The world is vast; how can there be only one path? What counts as failure?”

Yan Moxia remained silent; the stars in the sky remained silent, too.

After a long while, he asked Shi Chen: “Right, why did you plead for Shi Li that day, and even ask me for him?”

“Shi Li is very important to me,” Shi Chen said.

“Then why are you helping me?”

“I want his soul to scatter, to vanish forever.” Shi Chen offered Yan Moxia a warm smile: “Our wishes are the same; naturally, I can help you.”

“Who is he to you?”

Yan Moxia looked at Shi Chen’s face. His features and skin were identical to Shi Li’s, as if cast from the same mold, yet his aura was entirely different. Shi Chen was sharper, colder. Shi Li was the moon in the water, while Shi Chen was the sword in the sheath.

Shi Chen’s eyes were pitch black, unlit by the starlight. He didn’t answer directly, only saying: “You can kill him, but I must have him—even if it is just his corpse.”

This was the first time Yan Moxia had seen such decisiveness in Shi Chen’s eyes.

At noon, Hu San delivered the tonics and small trinkets—all brand new, exchanged specially at the black market.

Shi Li sifted through them, satisfied. “Good fox, let me tell you one more thing: three years from now, you will face a great tribulation involving your life and death. When that time comes, you can only choose one: love or life. If you are willing to forsake love, you will keep your life.”

Hu San scratched his ear. “Can, can I avoid this tribulation? Can I escape it now?”

“Only if you leave your wife and children and never see them again in this life.”

Hu San shook his head immediately. “No, no! I can’t do that! Is there no other way to save me?”

Shi Li lowered his eyes: “If there is a fate to meet again, ask me then.”

Hu San, hearing that all hope wasn’t lost, beamed again. “Haha, good! Young Master Shi, I’ll remember you.”

After Hu San left, Jun Yanye spoke with uncharacteristically gentle tone: “Divine a hexagram for me.”

“Oh?” Shi Li propped his chin on his hand, intrigued. “Divining about your memory loss?” Shi Li had known Jun Yanye suffered from severe amnesia the moment he entered his sea of consciousness.

Jun Yanye nodded: “Yes.”

“You forgot the most important memory of your life because of someone.” Shi Li said: “This person is very important to you; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say you were born for them.”

Jun Yanye waited for him to continue, but Shi Li lay down and went back to flipping through his art book.

“And then? Who is that person?”

“I’m telling you, you definitely won’t believe me, so it’s better if I don’t.” Shi Li held up a page with his finger, half-hiding his face behind a picture of a purple-robed beauty bathing, exquisite and uninhibited.

“Speak.” Jun Yanye’s brow furrowed with an faint, urgent desperation.

Shi Li’s eyes curved into crescents: “It’s me.”

“Uh…”

“Didn’t expect that, did you?”

“You calculated so much for the fox wife giving birth, three-year tribulation—why is it so short for me?”

Shi Li sat up and offered a polite smile: “You are a five-thousand-year-old demon lord; he is a three-hundred-year-old sprite. You were born of demonic essence; he was enlightened by chance. Your destiny has many more variables than his, so it’s more taxing. I’m still a patient if you want me to divine for you, you need to put more effort into the dual cultivation and help me recover first.”

With that, Shi Li placed the brick-thick volume of Longyang Spring Palace Secret Illustrations (Expanded Edition) onto Jun Yanye’s lap. “Please.”