The Simp’s Heart is Sealed in Cement; The Demon Lord Falls Hard! - Chapter 16

“Damn it, how did this big guy get here? Let’s retreat, Brother Yeshu!”

Seeing Su Mo, the group felt their scalps tingle and instantly scattered like beasts and birds. Su Mo, however, grabbed Hao Yeshu by the collar, hoisted him up, and demanded furiously, “You played us!?”

“Don’t put it so harshly; I only wanted to make friends with you,” Hao Yeshu replied lazily, his demeanor completely different from his usual shrinking, timid self.

“You’re in cahoots with them, conspiring to put on this act what exactly are you trying to do?!” Su Mo didn’t believe his words and continued to interrogate him.

“What do you think I’m trying to do? I just thought you two were stupid and wanted to have some fun teasing you. You two young masters, ignorant of the world, were so generous with your money, giving me so many spiritual stones. Won’t I be able to get even more in the future?” Hao Yeshu gave a rakish laugh, his language provocative.

Enraged, Su Mo wound up his fist to strike him.

“Su Mo, what are you doing!”

At the critical moment, Wen Muli suddenly appeared. He shoved Su Mo aside and asked with a face full of anxiety: “Yeshu, are you alright?”

The latter shook his head, sobbing, his voice trembling: “I, I’m fine… It’s my fault; I shouldn’t have provoked Brother Mo…”

Wen Muli clenched and unclenched his fists, ultimately saying nothing. He glared viciously at Su Mo before leading Hao Yeshu away.

Wen Muli watched the scenes in the Memory Stone, his entire body trembling. His mind went blank; he could never have imagined that his lover of the past could have such an unknown side.

He intentionally approached him, but why??

As scenes from the past flashed through his mind like a slideshow, Wen Muli shuddered. Three years passed in the blink of an eye, and in a flash, the day arrived for them to leave the academy and return to the sect. Because Hao Yeshu had only the most ordinary of mixed spiritual roots, he had always been relegated to odd jobs at the academy; one could hardly imagine how difficult his situation would become after they left and he was no longer valued by his father.

On the night before their departure, Hao Yeshu found Wen Muli, who had already packed his bags, and invited him to drink under the pretext of a farewell.

“Fine, wait until I call Su Mo and the others!”

“No… I… I only want to be with you, Muli.” Hao Yeshu’s eyes filled with tears, pleading with restraint.

Wen Muli ultimately relented, and it was this one moment of soft-heartedness that led him to commit an irredeemable mistake. In his drunken state, he had a sexual encounter with Hao Yeshu. It wasn’t that he couldn’t remember anything after getting drunk; on the contrary, Wen Muli remembered it very clearly!

After three rounds of drinks, his consciousness had become very blurred, and in his hazy state, he seemed to see Su Mo. Ever since he had distanced himself from Su Mo because of Hao Yeshu, the other had long ceased to take the initiative to approach him. In a moment of impulse, he grabbed his hand, and while Su Mo was stunned, he pinned him down and kissed him. He kept calling out Su Mo’s name, kissing the person beneath him; after that, it spread like a wildfire that could not be contained, eventually leading to a grave mistake.

When he finally came to, the person facing him wasn’t Su Mo, but a weeping Hao Yeshu! At the time, Wen Muli only felt it was absurd. Why would I have lustful desires for Su Mo! And why did I mistake Hao Yeshu for Su Mo??

Seeing him wake up, the other party forced a bitter smile and endured: “I only just learned that the person you like is Su Mo… Last night… I don’t blame you, just think of it as a dream. Don’t worry, I will absolutely never tell this secret to anyone.”

The more restrained and self-sacrificing he was, the more guilty Wen Muli felt. He wasn’t the kind of man to shirk responsibility, and after making his decision, he solemnly grasped Hao Yeshu’s hand. “Come back to the sect with me, Yeshu. I will take responsibility for you!”

“But what about Su Mo…”

“He and I are not what you think. We are only brothers, family!” Wen Muli said, casting his eyes downward, unwilling to face his own feelings.

That day, Su Mo, waiting at the door, saw the two of them walking toward him with their fingers intertwined. His eyes were filled with astonishment, but he said nothing. The three returned to the sect together. Upon learning of his preference for men and that he had even brought his lover back to the sect, Wen Muli’s father was furious. It was Su Mo who knelt before him to plead for leniency, and it was Su Mo who was treated as a punching bag, beaten half to death by his father under the pretext of “negligent supervision.”

After all, he was his own biological son; no matter how angry, the deed was done. Wen’s father eventually accepted Hao Yeshu with resignation. Wen Muli continued to fulfill his promise, treating Hao Yeshu well and cherishing him like a treasure held in his palm.

Now, seeing the unknown side of Hao Yeshu in the Memory Stone, he couldn’t help but feel a chill run through his entire body. If… if that drunken night wasn’t an accident… but something he had intentionally brought about?!

No… it couldn’t be. Yeshu is not that kind of person! Wen Muli shivered deeply, unwilling to accept the truth that his lover had approached him with ulterior motives!

The Memory Stone only records events worth remembering. The Qiankun Sect was a small sect of barely a thousand people, rumored to possess an ancestral secret technique that allowed for rapid cultivation. It was precisely because of this secret technique that the Sect Leader, Wen Huan, did not rank poorly in the cultivation world. For a century, countless people had tried to break into the sect to kill and seize the treasure, but the sect’s entry maze was truly formidable, and no one had been able to break it for a hundred years.

After leaving Xiaoxiang Academy and returning to the sect, they began going out for training. It was just a routine excursion, but they never thought it would become their final goodbye. When the three of them returned from their training, they saw massive fires at the foot of the mountain; when they fought their way back to the sect, they saw Wen Huan being executed by the enemy’s sword.

Wen Muli’s mother, hanging on by her last breath, screamed at them with all her might: “Run…”

They watched helplessly as the enemy’s sword pierced her Dantian. The string in Wen Muli’s heart snapped completely; he charged forward, roaring like a madman, intent on risking his life against the powerful enemies ahead. But the enemies were simply too strong; with a single blow, his body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood as his meridians were severed.

He watched in horror as the masked man grabbed Hao Yeshu by the throat, forcing him to reveal the location of the secret technique! Refusing to yield even unto death, he had prepared himself to die. Su Mo, who had been silent until now, suddenly hoisted him up and ran for his life. Because his body had reached its limit, he couldn’t hold on any longer and passed out.

Upon waking up in a ruined temple, he beat Su Mo like a madman, demanding to know why he hadn’t saved Hao Yeshu. He vented all his rage on Su Mo, forgetting that Su Mo was not much stronger than he was; bringing him to escape alone was already a massive task.

In a single night, the Qiankun Sect was slaughtered. They began a life of hiding and desperate cultivation. Those were the darkest times, a past they were least willing to recall…

The rumor that the Young Master of the Qiankun Sect possessed a cultivation secret technique spread throughout the cultivation world. They became lambs for the slaughter, with murderous intent lurking everywhere; having a full meal or a good night’s sleep became an unreachable dream! Fortunately, no matter how difficult it was, Su Mo had always remained by his side, never leaving him.

They say that for thirty years, the river flows east, and for thirty years, it flows west do not mock a young man for being poor. Adversity destroyed their home, but it also forged two extraordinary young men. Within fifty years, they grew from lambs awaiting slaughter into existences that others could not easily shake.