The False Young Master Married the Demon Lord on a Flash Marriage (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 5

It was a peach-flavored kiss.

When Shi Li offered a reward, Jun Yanye’s first thought was: Give me a divination. Jun Yanye was eager for Shi Li to divine for him; he wanted to understand more about his own forgotten past.

Shi Li crooked his finger: “Come closer.”

Jun Yanye leaned in, bowing slightly. Shi Li tilted his head up and kissed him lightly on the lips—a peach-flavored kiss. Jun Yanye froze, the sensation of Shi Li’s soft, moist lips still lingering on his own. His thoughts instantly descended into chaos, and he furrowed his brows.

“Didn’t you like this quite a bit?” Shi Li tilted his head, teasingly. “You kissed me right away during dual cultivation.”

“Uh…”

“I thought you hated men, but you were nothing like that during dual cultivation; you seemed to enjoy it quite a lot.” Shi Li talked about their dual cultivation session without a hint of shyness.

“Stop!”

Jun Yanye was flustered and indignant. He had assumed Shi Li had lost consciousness during their session, but it turned out he remembered everything—and was now using it to tease him.

“How is your internal energy recovering?”

“One-tenth.”

One-tenth of the Demon Lord’s cultivation was already enough to topple mountains and drain seas.

“Very well. At least it won’t lead to uncontrollable spiritual energy and cause you to explode. The next step is to rest in my sea of consciousness and stabilize your internal energy.” Shi Li dropped the peach pit into a bowl with a clink.

“Rest in your sea of consciousness? Will I see your primordial spirit again?” Jun Yanye recalled an unpleasant memory.

Shi Li smiled happily: “Of course. He must miss you to death.”

“Uh…”

“Since you performed so well during dual cultivation, I’ll tell you something you’ve always been confused about,” Shi Li said, sitting up straight.

“Hm?”

“You came to Wanyou Valley alone to undergo your tribulation because the lightning was too strong; you were afraid of harming the Demon Clan. Your Demon Generals and soldiers were worried about you, so they promised to come and retrieve you once the tribulation ended. Now, three days have passed, and they still haven’t come. Do you know why?”

Shi Li’s question hit the heart of Jun Yanye’s confusion, and his expression turned serious.

“Because they have been lured into a trap by someone and are unable to come for you.”

“Who?” Murderous intent flared in Jun Yanye’s eyes.

“Naturally, it is the true young master of our Changming Sect, Shi Chen.”

“Where are they trapped?”

“Once your internal energy is stable, saving them will be a breeze. They aren’t in any mortal danger; they are simply trapped in a place resembling an illusion or a dream.”

“Delays invite disaster. Let’s go now.”

Shi Li sat peacefully, picking up another peach: “No. Now is not the time.”

Shi Li refused to go, and Jun Yanye couldn’t force him—after all, he still relied on Shi Li for dual cultivation to heal. Jun Yanye looked at Shi Li and voiced his other doubt: “In truth, you are not the ‘fake’ young master, right? The fake young master was not skilled at divination or calculation, but you are different.”

“I don’t know.” Shi Li gazed at the rain drizzling outside the cave.

“Can’t you divine it and find out?”

“Yes, a divination would tell me. But I don’t want to know,” Shi Li stood up, turning his back to Jun Yanye. “Some things are better left unknown; it saves one a lot of trouble.”

Changming Sect, Soul-Gathering Pavilion.

Hundreds of soul lamps sat in the pavilion, arranged in a soul-guarding formation. The red flames flickered and swayed in the mist. Shi Chen watched as ten of the lamps suddenly extinguished.

“The Demon Lord is recovering quite well,” Shi Chen murmured. “Without Shi Li’s help, he wouldn’t be healing this quickly.”

“Your plan was seen through by Shi Li. They were prepared,” Yan Moxia said, sitting by the table with a sigh.

Shi Chen wasn’t annoyed: “This was within my expectations. Now, we can legitimately send more people to demand the bodies and provoke a conflict.”

“The ten disciples were killed by that Demon Lord?”

“Naturally, to protect Shi Li.”

“It’s only been three days. How could that Demon Lord be so protective of him? He’s known for being a lone wolf.”

“Because their lives are in the same boat.”

Yan Moxia understood: “So, killing Shi Li is equivalent to killing that Demon Lord, eliminating the scourge of the Demon Realm, correct?”

“If we want to get rid of Jun Yanye at the same time, we must act quickly… This time, Shi Li beat me to it. Before I could even divine it, he had already made contact with Jun Yanye.”

Yan Moxia was distressed.

Shi Chen added: “However, if you only want to get rid of Shi Li, it won’t take long. Shi Li’s destiny is short; that’s why I said earlier that you could have just waited for him to die on his own.”

“My spirit roots are likely beyond saving.”

At nightfall, Shi Li watched the sunset after the rain. The twilight spread across the horizon like tattered, bloody silk. Dual cultivation could restore Jun Yanye’s vitality, but it couldn’t rescue his own spirit roots or increase his cultivation realm.

“I should have given up long ago. I’ll just stop at the Foundation Establishment stage—no need to ascend further.” Shi Li exhaled, as if letting go of a heavy burden.

With shattered roots, he couldn’t cultivate further, leaving him stuck at the Foundation Establishment stage with a maximum lifespan of three hundred years. To live longer, one had to reach higher realms.

Jun Yanye was startled: “Then your lifespan is…”

“Mhm, only ten-odd years left. But that’s enough for me,” Shi Li smiled. “I never intended to live that long anyway.”

“You cannot die.” Jun Yanye blurted it out.

If Shi Li dies, who will help me recover my lost memories? Who will tell me who I truly am? Furthermore, according to Shi Li’s own divination, the person most important to me is Shi Li himself.

I don’t even know what’s going on yet how can Shi Li die so soon?

Shi Li was silent for a long while. Finally, he spoke: “Thank you. Many people wish for my death, but you wish for me to live—because I am still useful to you. It feels good to know someone wants me alive, even if it is for their own sake.”

Jun Yanye felt a fierce surge of emotions clashing within him; he didn’t know what to say or how to show it.

Seeing his expression, Shi Li added: “Don’t worry. I will try my best to help you recover your memories before I die if I can manage it.”

Before Jun Yanye could respond, he sensed someone approaching the cave entrance.

“Who goes there?” Jun Yanye asked.

“Demon Lord, the Demon King Guichi heard of your arrival and is terrified for failing to receive you properly. He has sent an invitation for you to attend a banquet at his manor…” It was the voice of the scorpion demon, Big Poison.

Jun Yanye looked at Shi Li. Shi Li pinched a finger in a seal, transforming himself in a flash of light. He was now dressed in light purple embroidered with blue snow, draped in a thin silk gauze, and holding a jade-boned bamboo fan. He looked seven parts handsome and three parts elegant, an utterly breathtaking sight.

Jun Yanye: “…”

Jun Yanye was stunned.

First, Shi Li was undeniably beautiful whether disheveled or meticulously dressed, he possessed a unique allure that caught Jun Yanye’s eye. But more importantly, he couldn’t understand why Shi Li, who hadn’t used a drop of magic for three days, would expend every bit of his remaining spiritual energy—including the sliver he gained from their dual cultivation—on a useless, flashy illusion just to dress himself up.

Even Jun Yanye, who was never stingy with his own spiritual energy, felt it was a waste, especially considering how little energy Shi Li possessed and how low his cultivation was.

Jun Yanye sent a telepathic message through the partner contract: Wouldn’t it be better to save that energy for a critical moment?

Shi Li smiled, brightening the entire room: “If the Demon Lord cannot even protect his own Daoist partner, he would truly be the laughingstock of the world.”

“Uh…” Shi Li maintained his beautiful smile.

“I haven’t even said I’m going.”

“Such an obvious trap wouldn’t it be a pity to miss it?” Shi Li tapped Jun Yanye’s arm with his fan: “We must go. There will be an unexpected harvest.”