The Simp’s Heart is Sealed in Cement; The Demon Lord Falls Hard! - Chapter 9

After the imperial decree was issued, the entire palace began to bustle in preparation for the Human Emperor’s wedding. The most idle person in the palace was, naturally, Su Mo the Empress who lacked the Emperor’s favor. As his health deteriorated day by day, he could no longer withstand the biting cold of the Fengxin Palace.

Wen Muli never once inquired about his condition. On the contrary, Yan Yichen, an outsider, would run to the Fengxin Palace every single day. Seeing that Su Mo could not endure the freezing temperatures, he even requested the “Burning Heaven Chain” a magical artifact capable of warding off the cold from Wen Muli. With the Burning Heaven Chain to drive away the frost, Su Mo’s condition improved significantly; at the very least, he was able to walk to the pavilion once again to look at the scenery and lose himself in thought.

“Your Highness, let’s run away!” Seeing his body growing increasingly gaunt, Ye Lin could no longer restrain herself and tearfully advised him.

“The entire cultivation world is currently Wen Muli’s domain; where could we possibly run to?” Su Mo asked with an amused shake of his head, stating the plain truth.

“If the cultivation world won’t do, there are still the Demon Realm and the Spirit Realm! I refuse to believe that in such a vast world, there isn’t a single place for the two of us!” Ye Lin said bitterly.

“Our current cultivation levels aren’t enough to break through the barrier Wen Muli has set up. Moreover, the Demon and Spirit realms despise human cultivators so much that if we were to flee there, our lives would likely be even more agonizing… By the way, is today the day Zhou Yanyu is sent out of the palace?” Seeming to recall something, Su Mo deliberately changed the subject.

“It’s a pity we cannot leave the palace; otherwise, this servant would definitely go and witness her wretched state!” At the mention of Zhou Yanyu, Ye Lin felt much better, her tone carrying a distinct air of schadenfreude.

“How many years has it been since we last left the palace?” Su Mo asked suddenly.

Ye Lin’s small face fell; she rolled her eyes and said, rendered speechless, “It’s been a hundred years since your grand wedding!”

“I wonder what the outside world looks like now… Do you want to go see?” He blinked mysteriously and asked with a smile.

“Your Highness, have you finally thought it through?! Yes, we must go! I’ll go get your cloak right now!” She was beyond excited; she jumped up in a flash and flew toward the bedchamber.

The smile on Su Mo’s face gradually faded. His purpose for leaving the palace was not for leisure, but to witness Yan Yichen’s actions. Although he had lost his spiritual root and his cultivation was rapidly retreating, he was still considered half a powerhouse. Escaping the imperial palace without a sound was still quite easy for him.

After putting on a bamboo hat to hide his ugly face, the master and servant left the palace. About half an hour later, they arrived at the bustling street. Having not seen such a scene in a century, Ye Lin was extremely excited, chatting incessantly along the way and peering at almost every stall. In no time at all, her hands were filled with snacks and all sorts of trinkets.

“What is that?” Seeing a juggling performance on the street, the girl’s eyes lit up; she immediately squeezed into the crowd, and within moments, all her attention was focused on the show.

“Forgive me, Linlin…” Su Mo whispered a soft thanks, pulled at his bamboo hat, retreated rapidly, and soon vanished into the crowd.

“Young Master, look! He’s spitting fire!” Completely unaware of his departure, Ye Lin clapped her hands in excitement while turning her head to talk. She took it for granted that Su Mo would always be by her side.

Discovering that the person beside her was not Su Mo, the girl was stunned for a moment, and then, her expression grew anxious as she began to search for his whereabouts in every direction. Unable to find that familiar figure anywhere on the entire street, Ye Lin’s face turned pale; all sorts of terrible thoughts began to surface.

Something has happened to Your Highness!

Stifling the urge to cry and no longer caring whether she would be punished for sneaking out, she stumbled and ran toward the imperial palace.

On the other side, Su Mo had used an invisibility spell to leave the city without a sound, pursuing the direction in which Zhou Yanyu was being escorted. His body was now like a sieve; no matter how much spiritual energy he replenished, he could not retain it. After consuming an entire bottle of spirit-replenishing pills, he finally caught up to the main contingent. He did not reveal himself, instead hiding on a hilltop to observe the team below.

Almost as soon as he arrived, a group of masked men in black leaped out from all directions, surrounding the team escorting Zhou Yanyu.

“Who goes there!” the lead guard roared, demanding an answer.

The men in black did not respond; with a flash, they drew their swords, making their intentions clear. The two sides engaged in a fierce battle, but it was obvious that the men in black possessed higher cultivation levels. About a quarter of an hour later, the guards’ bodies lay scattered in every direction.

“Don’t come any closer! Behave yourselves! I am the daughter of the Shuiyun Sect leader; do you intend to go to war with the entire Shuiyun Sect?!” Even with death staring her in the face, Zhou Yanyu continued to boast wildly. She assumed that as the daughter of the world’s number one sect and a major contributor who helped Wen Muli ascend, no cultivator in the world would dare to cross the Shuiyun Sect—the sect was her ultimate protective umbrella. Little did she know, mentioning the Shuiyun Sect would only make her die faster!

The leader walked toward Zhou Yanyu step by step, let out a cold laugh, and then pulled off his mask.

“It’s you?!” Zhou Yanyu’s eyes were filled with disbelief; she never imagined that the leader of the black-clad assassins would be the seemingly frail and weak Yan Yichen!

“It is I, Zhou Yanyu. Long time no see.” Yan Yichen revealed a brilliant smile, greeting her with profound implications.

The latter wore a puzzled expression, trying hard to recall could it be that their first meeting wasn’t in the imperial palace? This delicate face gradually merged with the memory of a tearful, tender child from the past.

“It’s you!” Her eyes revealed horror as she shrieked.

“It seems your memory is not bad. So many years have passed; it’s time for your Shuiyun Sect to repay the debt you owed back then, isn’t it?” Yan Yichen smiled sweetly and said with a sinister tone.

“I-It has nothing to do with me! I was only following orders; that was all my father’s command. There is a cause for every effect; you should go find him!” Zhou Yanyu screamed, her face turning pale with fear. The selfishness of human nature was showcased in this moment to the fullest.

“Don’t worry, I will. It won’t be long before I let you and your father reunite in the afterlife!” Yan Yichen said with an eerie tone, nodding at the men in black beside him.

Two of the men in black stepped forward; one restrained Zhou Yanyu’s head, while the other pried open her jaw, forcibly feeding her a pill and compelling her to swallow it.

“Cough, cough, cough… what did you feed me?! It hurts… it hurts so much… help me…” Zhou Yanyu held her stomach in agony, rolling on the ground without stopping. Her fair, white face was instantly drenched in cold sweat; the color vanished from her skin, turning from white to blue, and her skin began to swell and then split open, bit by bit, as fresh red blood seeped out.

The pain was too intense; she grabbed onto Yan Yichen’s boots, begging pitifully. Yan Yichen, however, merely watched her, tormented by pain, with cold indifference, unmoved.

After suffering for a full quarter of an hour, Zhou Yanyu finally breathed her last. As much as she cherished her beauty, she died unrecognizable, in a grotesque and hideous state.