The Simp’s Heart is Sealed in Cement; The Demon Lord Falls Hard! - Chapter 2

Before Su Mo transmigrated, he was a mercenary. After retiring, he found work as a firefighter in his hometown. He sacrificed his life for his country during a firefighting operation, and upon waking up, he had become a five-year-old child wandering the streets of another world.

A voice in his mind, claiming to be a “System,” told him that he was currently in a cultivation-themed danmei novel. A supporting character in the original book had awakened to self-awareness and refused to be a mere tool, causing the world of the book to descend into chaos and leading to the character’s erasure. They urgently needed a new candidate to fulfill that character’s role, and he was the man “luckily” chosen for the task.

He only needed to follow the original plotline and live out the life of Su Mo; once completed, he would be able to choose a world he liked to be reborn into from among countless small worlds. If he refused, he would meet the same end as the original character: immediate erasure.

With no other choice, Su Mo accepted the job of this miserable “tool.” It would have been fine if it were an ordinary world, but he happened to run into the most pit-ridden, longest-lived world of all the world of cultivation.

Three hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, hard work pays off, and now he had finally arrived at the important plot point where he was to “receive his lunchbox” (die). Su Mo was naturally thrilled. However, no matter how excited he was, he had to suppress it to ensure he didn’t go “OOC” (Out of Character).

After taking continuous deep breaths to calm himself down, Su Mo walked quickly toward the main hall used for receiving guests.

In the main hall, Wen Muli sat on the master seat, holding Yan Yichen in his arms, feeding him tea and pastries. The temperature in the Fengxin Palace was extremely low; even though Yan Yichen was wearing a cloak sent by Ye Lin, he was still shivering from the cold, his nose tip turning bright red. The two of them focused entirely on each other, making Su Mo, who stood at the entrance, look incredibly superfluous.

He was the Empress whom Wen Muli had married with proper formalities, yet they were more distant than mere strangers. Although he had long been accustomed to it, feeling Wen Muli’s cold violence once again still made Su Mo’s heart ache. After all, they had been childhood friends who spent hundreds of years together, yet now they were like strangers.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, he walked into the hall with an honest smile. He did not sit in the master seat at the side but chose the guest seat below.

“I, commoner Yan Yichen, pay my respects to the Empress…”

Seeing him, Yan Yichen’s small face overflowed with unease. He hurriedly rose from Wen Muli’s arms, preparing to kneel to Su Mo.

“Chen-er, don’t bother; he isn’t worthy of this respect from you.”

Wen Muli sneered and, without further ado, helped the youth up and assertively pressed him back into his arms.

“But…”

Yan Yichen’s eyes revealed his dilemma; he bit his lower lip, wanting to say something but stopping himself. The unceremonious intimacy between the two was truly eyesore, causing Ye Lin, who was behind Su Mo, to grind her teeth once again.

“Am I wrong, Su Mo?”

Wen Muli withdrew the smile from his face, his burning gaze sweeping toward Su Mo as he spoke with implication.

“Your Majesty, why have you come here today?”

Su Mo did not answer, instead asking back with a pleasant smile. The more he acted as if nothing mattered, the more uncomfortable Wen Muli felt. He didn’t understand. How could he be so thick-skinned? After doing so many wicked things, how could he still face Yan Yichen’s face without changing his expression! It felt as if something were stuck in his throat, disgusting him to the extreme, like swallowing a fly.

The temperature in the hall dropped further in the blink of an eye. The pressure emanating from Wen Muli made it almost impossible for anyone to breathe. Everyone realized that the Prince was angry!

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Startled, Yan Yichen began to cough violently, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood before fainting away.

“Chen-er! You idiots, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and call the imperial physician!”

Wen Muli’s expression changed drastically, and he panicked. The Fengxin Palace, which had been silent for a hundred years, became lively once again. Countless palace servants filed in, and the side hall was covered with “Fire Collection Stones” capable of regulating the temperature. The imperial physicians rushed over and knelt in a panic.

“Long live the Emperor…”

“Skip it, hurry up and treat him!”

Wen Muli quickly interrupted, gesturing for the physicians to treat Yan Yichen immediately. The group scrambled up from the ground and walked quickly toward the bed. When they saw Yan Yichen’s appearance, their eyes filled with horror, and they subconsciously looked at Su Mo, who was standing to the side.

“What are you still staring at!”

Wen Muli’s angry voice came, and the group hurriedly withdrew their gazes to focus on the treatment. Wen Muli never let go of Yan Yichen’s hand throughout the process, looking at the dying beauty on the bed with a face full of worry.

Su Mo stood calmly to the side, listening to the physicians’ diagnosis.

Congenitally deficient, unable to cultivate, broken spiritual roots, destined for an early death! Regardless of whether they used medicine or treated him with spiritual power, it was treating the symptoms but not the root cause, and it was completely useless.

“The only… the only solution… is to replace the spiritual root… and a common spiritual root won’t do; it must be a Dragon Spiritual Root… or… or a Fusion Spiritual Root!”

One of the imperial physicians knelt on the ground, speaking stumblingly. When he reached the end, he gave Su Mo an extremely uneasy glance before finishing his words.

Outsiders might not know, but everyone in the palace knew that although the male Empress, Su Mo, looked “ugly,” he was an extremely rare cultivation genius. Not only was he one of the few pure Yang bodies in the world, but he also possessed the unique Fusion Spiritual Root!

A Fusion Spiritual Root can fuse everything; the energy of Yin and Yang, the spirits of the Five Elements as long as it is absorbed properly, everything can be turned into his own use. Whenever there is spiritual energy or spiritual veins in the vicinity, or even when someone breaks through and receives the infusion of the Heavenly Dao’s golden light, the Fusion Spiritual Root can absorb a portion of it. Rather than calling it a spiritual root, it was more like a special constitution, and only this peerless spiritual root could repair Yan Yichen’s broken body!

They were all clever people; everyone had guessed the reason Wen Muli had come to the Fengxin Palace, but they dared not say it! Su Mo just listened calmly, not revealing any dissatisfaction.

However, Wen Muli would not let him go. He waved his hand to dismiss everyone before speaking leisurely: “Did you hear that?”

“I heard it. So?”

Su Mo smiled gently and asked back. As soon as his words fell, Wen Muli, who had been at the bedside, suddenly appeared right in front of him.

“Su Mo, I really don’t understand you. How thick-skinned must one be to remain calm and without a guilty conscience when seeing that face!”

With scarlet eyes, he stepped forward, questioning him.

“If you haven’t done anything wrong, you don’t fear a knock at the door in the middle of the night. Your Majesty, I am upright and honest; why should I feel guilty?”

Su Mo looked at him with clear eyes and answered calmly.

“Ha… hahaha… Su Mo, I really want to kill you!”

Seemingly stimulated by his words, Wen Muli let out a laugh that made one’s scalp tingle. Intense hatred erupted in his eyes, and he suddenly grabbed him by the throat.

“Everything I said is the truth… it’s just that… you are unwilling to believe it.”

With his breath stolen, Su Mo spoke with difficulty. His face flushed red, then turned blue, making the five striking scars on his face look even more ferocious. And those five scars were also stimulating Wen Muli’s heart.

The pain came fierce and sharp. Those memories he had deliberately forgotten surged forward like a tidal wave. Before becoming the Emperor, he had experienced countless wars, and every single one was a brush with death. And the one who helped him escape death, risking his own life for him, was the very person in front of him: Su Mo!