The False Young Master Married the Demon Lord on a Flash Marriage (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 4

I like this posture.

Jun Yanye would never look at these manuals in front of Shi Li. If he were to look, he would wait until Shi Li was asleep. Yes, he decided he would indeed take a look. He refused to be ridiculed by Shi Li during their dual cultivation, and he certainly couldn’t lose face in front of him, letting Shi Li think he was “incapable.”

In the dead of night, Shi Li lay on his side, his breathing sweet and steady. Jun Yanye took the Longyang Spring Palace manual from beside Shi Li’s hand.

He flipped it open to a random page. By a lotus pond, two men were embracing face-to-face; they looked so vivid that they seemed to move. Half their bodies were obscured by pink lotuses and green leaves, and the embroidery illustrations were so detailed that even the men’s eyelashes were clearly visible.

Just as Jun Yanye was studying it, he noticed a line of elegant, small characters in the bottom right corner of the page: I like this posture  Shi Li.

Jun Yanye: “?”

He darkened his face and quickly flipped the page. On the next page, one man pinned the other against a wall. This page also had a line of small characters in the same handwriting: If you dare use this posture, I’ll kick you — Shi Li.

Jun Yanye glanced at the sleeping Shi Li. The youth was peaceful and well-behaved, a faint, imperceptible smile playing on his lips.

Jun Yanye flipped to the next page. He didn’t look at the illustration, turning instead to the corner of the page: Stop looking, go to sleep. You only need to remember the first picture for tomorrow’s dual cultivation ,  Shi Li.

Jun Yanye: “!”

The fake young master of the Changming Sect was truly terrifying. Shi Li had divined that he would read this book in the middle of the night and even knew which page he would turn to.

For the first time, Jun Yanye felt himself being played in the palm of another’s hand; usually, he was the one doing the manipulating. It was intriguing. This Shi Li, who called himself a “fake young master,” possessed a talent for divination that rivaled the true heir of the Changming Sect a unique bloodline talent favored by the Heavens. It seemed the identity of this “fake young master” was not so simple after all.

The third day arrived—the day of their dual cultivation. Shi Li had long since calculated the most suitable location: Yuanlan Lake, four or five miles to the southwest.

“The lakeside is covered in orchids, the wood-elemental energy is abundant and gentle, and the feng shui is excellent,” Shi Li calculated. “But there is one catch: it is the territory of a major demon.”

“Let’s go.” Jun Yanye was unafraid; there was nowhere in this world he could not go.

Shi Li smiled: “Let’s go then.”

As the two headed toward Yuanlan Lake, all the demons and monsters automatically cleared a path, mostly out of fear of the Demon Lord. Only a dull little demon like Hu San would rush forward. Following Jun Yanye, Shi Li was perfectly safe.

By now, any demon with a brain in the Wanyou Valley knew exactly what was going on. The massive display of the thunder tribulation two days ago could only have been caused by the Demon Lord Jun Yanye. The lack of golden light afterward meant the tribulation had failed, but his presence remained he wasn’t dead yet; he had one breath left. Everyone wanted to swallow Jun Yanye whole to claim his five thousand years of cultivation, but no one dared move. If they attacked, Jun Yanye would surely fight to the death; he was a madman who never left an exit for himself. If he went all out, he could level the entire valley, so everyone watched and waited from afar.

At the same time, everyone was curious about the youth by Jun Yanye’s side, wondering who this divine figure was that could walk so intimately with the Demon Lord, holding his arm and laughing and talking.

When they reached the shore of Yuanlan Lake, several demons clad in black, shining armor were patrolling.

“Who goes there!” A scorpion demon darted forward, but upon seeing the two, its scorpion tail shrank back, and it knelt instantly: “Forgive me, Demon Lord! I didn’t know it was you!” The scorpion demon had witnessed Jun Yanye’s carnage before; its organs trembled at the mere memory, making it unable to stand.

“Tell Guichi that I am borrowing Yuanlan Lake,” Jun Yanye commanded rather than requested. Guichi was the great demon who owned the lake.

“I will report it immediately! Please, come in, Demon Lord.” The demons cleared the path, heads bowed, not daring to look at Jun Yanye directly.

“By the way, Brother Scorpion,” Shi Li called out.

“Please, call me ‘Big Poison.’ May I ask how to address your esteemed self?” the scorpion demon smiled.

“My surname is Shi. Big Poison, please inform your master that the lakeside is not peaceful today; dispatching some elite soldiers to patrol would be highly beneficial,” Shi Li said.

“Understood, I will convey the message.”

Shi Li shot Jun Yanye an ambiguous smile, took his hand, and glanced at the lake: “Husband—let’s go.”

As they walked away, the scorpion demon stood there like a fool, the word “Husband” echoing endlessly in his mind.

Yuanlan Lake was dreamlike. The lakeside was rimmed with azure and ink-blue jade stones, interspersed with bizarre orchids, their slender, crystal-green leaves stretching out, dotted with milky-white orchid flowers that emitted a pale, jade-like glow.

Shi Li shed his clothes and entered the water, placing two pots of Skeletal Melting and Soul Stirring Wine onto a warm jade stone. He snapped the mud seals, inhaled deeply, and sighed: “Good wine.”

One cup melts the bones, two cups stir the soul, three cups bring boundless joy.

Shi Li held the wine pot and drained it in one gulp. His white neck was soaked with the spilled liquid, and a few strands of black hair were stained with the smell of the wine.

“You drink too.” Shi Li pushed the other bottle toward Jun Yanye, his fingertips already trembling.

Jun Yanye looked at the wine, then at Shi Li, and seemed to understand: “So that’s it.”

“Hm?” Shi Li’s eyes became hazy, his cheeks flushed.

Jun Yanye: “Those manuals, those tonics, those instruments—they weren’t because you were afraid I couldn’t feel desire. It was you who were afraid. You prepared those things for yourself.”

Shi Li closed his eyes and laughed: “Haha… what are you saying… I don’t understand.” He shoved the wine pot into Jun Yanye’s hand.

Jun Yanye snatched the pot and tossed it deep into the center of the lake. Shi Li reached out instinctively, nearly tipping into the water, but Jun Yanye pulled him back, dragging him into an abrupt, intense kiss.

When those cold lips touched his, Shi Li didn’t even realize what was happening, his breath catching in his throat, his entire body paralyzed.

Jun Yanye pulled away and looked into his eyes. Shi Li was delirious with intoxication; though he looked at Jun Yanye, he seemed to see no one. Jun Yanye felt a rapid, chaotic heartbeat he didn’t know if it was his own or Shi Li’s.

He kissed Shi Li again, desperate to confirm it. Shi Li quickly responded, his hand clinging to Jun Yanye’s neck. Shi Li smelled of wine and sweet, intoxicating fragrance; the liquor turned his lips a deep red. His reflection in the lake was shattered over and over again by Jun Yanye’s movements.

Gradually, their spiritual channels connected, and their vital energy began to flow and exchange…

As the water, wood, and fire-elemental energy circulated, the pond shimmered with red, blue, and black lights. Amidst the harmonic flow of energy and the reinforcement of the Daoist partner contract, Jun Yanye’s vitality rapidly recovered.

“Ugh…!”

The shock of the energy fluctuation caused waves of agony in Shi Li’s shattered spirit roots. The spiritual energy flooded toward the site, but unable to pass, it pooled and shattered his roots further.

“So painful…” Shi Li’s face turned pale. He bit his lower lip weakly, clutching Jun Yanye’s shoulders: “Stop! Please stop!”

Jun Yanye pulled him close and drew the energy back, finally soothing Shi Li’s pain.

Shi Li leaned against the lakeside, eyes closed, tears streaming down his face. Jun Yanye felt a piercing pain, as if his heart were being torn asunder. Few things in this world could make him feel “pain”—a truly rare sensation.

“Shi Li?” Jun Yanye whispered his name.

Shi Li opened his eyes and looked at Jun Yanye’s face, his expression, his eyes. He reached out to gently stroke Jun Yanye’s left cheek and smiled: “Does your heart ache?”

Jun Yanye didn’t answer, nor did he brush Shi Li’s hand away.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside.

“What are you doing here? Is this a place you should be?”

“By order of the young sect master of the Changming Sect, we are here to apprehend the criminal Shi Li. Hand him over, or don’t blame us for being impolite!”

“Such arrogance! Hand-defeated opponents dare to come here and shout? The person you’re looking for isn’t here, get out!”

Then, the clash of blades broke out; the two sides were locked in combat. Hearing the commotion, Shi Li instinctively grabbed Jun Yanye’s hand. Jun Yanye didn’t blink, continuing to channel energy to heal Shi Li, wanting to drain the excess energy so he would be less uncomfortable.

Half an hour later, Shi Li’s vitality was restored. Jun Yanye stood up from the lake and raised a hand toward the noise.

A demonic force, shaped like a black dragon, flew from his palm directly toward the Changming Sect disciples outside the lake. Where the dragon passed, none survived. The disciples sent to capture Shi Li had no time to even scream before they fell.

Jun Yanye swapped their clothes, held Shi Li, and flew back to their cave.

When Shi Li woke up, the stone table was laid with peaches from somewhere unknown rosy and fresh and a cup of mountain spring water.

It was raining.

Jun Yanye sat at the cave entrance, looking at the endless curtain of rain. Shi Li lounged on the stone bed, grabbing a peach and biting into it.

“Feeling better?” Jun Yanye walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

“No, not at all,” Shi Li said, his lips covered in sweet peach juice. “Dual cultivation with you once, and half my life is gone!”

Jun Yanye was slightly relieved to see Shi Li had enough energy to retort.

“The Changming Sect people came for me,” Shi Li said.

“I killed them,” Jun Yanye said, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Yes, you heroically protected your Daoist partner. How should I reward you?”