The Simp’s Heart is Sealed in Cement; The Demon Lord Falls Hard! - Chapter 15

Today’s sunset is truly beautiful. The vast sea of fiery clouds in the sky dyes the entire Phoenix Capital a deep, burning red. In the reddened sky, a screen of light appears a rare sight—and Su Mo’s past slowly surfaces like a slideshow.

A five-year-old toddler, holding a pebble the size of a goose egg that glimmers with five-colored light as if it were a priceless treasure, runs toward a chubby little boy sweating profusely while standing in a horse stance. That boy is… the five-year-old Human Emperor Wen Muli! His innocent face is brimming with purity; the smile is so clean and dazzling.

“Young Master, why did you run back instead of attending class at the academy?” The chubby boy is clearly Su Mo. Unlike the naive youth, his chubby cheeks are very steady, giving one the impression of a child with the maturity of an adult. He is taller, sturdier, and a bit older than Wen Muli.

“Momo, Momo, happy birthday! This is the gift I prepared for you.” Wen Muli giggles, offering the gift in his hand as if presenting a treasure.

“What is this?” Su Mo takes it with some unease, whispering his question as he curiously inspects it.

“It’s a magical artifact I begged from my father called a ‘Memory Stone.’ As long as you wear it, every moment in your life worth remembering will be recorded. A cultivator’s life is so long, and I won’t allow you to forget any memories of being with me. So, I order you to wear it always and be with me forever and ever!”

Though Wen Muli is young, his words are quite overbearing. As he speaks, he seems a bit shy; his little cheeks are as red as apples, and his round eyes look at the chubby boy before him, filled with anticipation.

“You, do you really know the meaning of ‘a lifetime’?” Su Mo smiles with immense doting, pinching the little guy’s cheek.

“Of course I know! Just like Father and Mother, always together! You’re treating me like a child again, even though you’re a child yourself… I don’t care, you just have to keep wearing it, do you hear me?” Wen Muli, his cheek being pinched, manages to give his instruction even while speaking unintelligibly.

“I know. Until the moment I die, I will wear it.” Su Mo smiles tenderly, his tone soft.

“Don’t talk about death. We won’t die. We will definitely ascend together and become immortals!”

“And if we can’t ascend?”

“Then I will become the most noble man in the world. I will become the Emperor of the cultivation world, and when that day comes, I will appoint you as the Great General!”

Who could have guessed that the childish prattle of a five-year-old would become a prophecy, and that one day, he would truly become the Human Emperor? After that, time flew by, and the two toddlers gradually grew into handsome, dashing young men. As the Sect Leader’s son, the young Wen Muli was humble and cheerful, never lacking friends, but he always took the most care of Su Mo, the adopted son his father had taken in. Growing up inseparable, they entered the Xiaoxiang Academy together as the sect’s most outstanding disciples, where they would spend three years.

It was also at Xiaoxiang Academy that they met the culprit who would eventually make them strangers—Hao Yeshu. He was a boy with an incredibly clean, beautiful, and soft appearance, the illegitimate son of the Xiaoxiang Academy’s Dean. Because of his unspeakable background, he was constantly bullied by the students. Wen Muli, who happened to pass by, couldn’t stand it and saved him. Once, twice, three times…

The frequency with which they encountered Hao Yeshu increased, but each time, he was being bullied by others. Wen Muli felt compassion for him and took the initiative to propose that they live together to protect his safety, ordering Su Mo to move out.

“Young Master, I promised the Sect Leader that I would never leave your side… Besides, I, I don’t think that boy is any good. If you stay with him, you will surely suffer!” Su Mo looks very anxious, intending to have him retract the order.

“Why isn’t he any good?” Wen Muli is not angry, but asks with amusement.

However, the other party stammers for a long time, unable to speak. Wen Muli grows impatient: “Yeshu is not a bad person, and besides, my cultivation is higher than his; he cannot hurt me. Su Mo, are you unhappy because he and I are getting closer?”

Su Mo looks at him, hesitant to speak, for a long time, but eventually says nothing and packs his things. Wen Muli looks at his tall but lonely figure, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, and asks awkwardly: “Su Mo, are you angry?”

He and Su Mo had never argued before. In his heart, naturally, Su Mo was still more important. He did not want to hurt their friendship because of an outsider.

“Young Master, I am not angry. I will never be angry with you.” Su Mo sighs and answers.

“That’s good. I just feel he is pitiable; you know I cannot stand seeing the weak bullied.” Wen Muli relaxes, intending to explain that he didn’t send him away because he didn’t like him.

“Yes, I know. Young Master, you are a very kind person.” Su Mo smiles tenderly.

The original pair-act gradually turned into a trio. Every time Su Mo saw Hao Yeshu, he would stare at him with a look of extreme vigilance. And Hao Yeshu seemed to be very afraid of Su Mo; the boy who was usually talkative would wither like a mouse seeing a cat every time he saw him. People always subconsciously sympathize with the weak. Wen Muli naturally assumed that Su Mo had been giving Hao Yeshu a hard time and causing him trouble. The arguments between the two became increasingly frequent; each time, it was because of Hao Yeshu!

Wen Muli grew thoroughly annoyed, and after snapping at Su Mo once more, he made a startling decision.

He, no longer paid attention to Su Mo!

He continued to laugh and talk with Hao Yeshu, refusing to even spare a glance for Su Mo. The loyal Su Mo tried to reconcile with him, but he was too clumsy with words; when asked why he didn’t like Hao Yeshu, he could never come up with a reason. Wen Muli grew increasingly disappointed and gradually treated him like air. Yet, Su Mo would always follow closely behind them, never leaving their side.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye. Wen Muli had more and more friends around him, and he gradually forgot the boy who followed behind him. But no matter when he turned his head, that boy would always be standing behind him.

The Wen Muli of that year never understood why Su Mo, such a saintly person, took exception only to Hao Yeshu. Today, through the Memory Stone, he finally understood the whole story. Not long after he moved in with Hao Yeshu, one day he was called away by his instructor to talk. Before leaving, he told Su Mo to deliver lunch to Hao Yeshu, who was responsible for cleaning the backyard. Su Mo searched for a long time before finally finding the person.

The boy who was bullied into a bruised mess before them was now hiding in a corner with the very people who bullied him, in the middle of a transaction. Their cultivation was lower than Su Mo’s, so they did not notice his approach. He saw Hao Yeshu hand a bag of spiritual stones to the group, smiling as he said: “You performed well; this is what you deserve!”

“Brother Yeshu, remember to call us if there’s such a good thing next time. We didn’t hurt you too badly, did we?” The group, who had been overbearing only a short while ago, now changed their attitude entirely, asking Hao Yeshu with fawning smiles.

Su Mo, shaking with rage, charged directly toward them.