The Wicked Disciple Has Fallen Into Demonic Possession, And The Master Can No Longer Withstand It! - Chapter 5

Does he have to be this direct?

Yan Jue was mortified. If he were to give a deadline, it would be never for Qi Yelan to touch him. However, realizing that was currently impossible, he could only try to reason with him.

“In the mortal world, engaging in intimate acts requires an emotional foundation. Moreover, you once lived as a human yourself; you should know how these things work.”

Qi Yelan’s brow twitched as he caught the key detail. “What do you know? Why do you know me?”

Since his return to the world a century ago, he had been cautious while making almost no acquaintances. The world knew the Demon Lord had returned, but they did not know he was the same Qi Yelan from a hundred years ago. In a hundred years, those who had seen him before had long since reincarnated. Aside from his former Master in the Upper Realm, no one should remember his name. And even if that man had forgotten, Qi Yelan would make him remember.

The three year drought was his handiwork, intended to drag that man down from the heavens. Since it had not seemingly succeeded, he would have to go up and find him personally. Why should that man ascend to divinity while he was forced to live like a rat in a sewer? Who was this person before him, and why did he know about his past in the mortal world?

Yan Jue realized he had spoken too quickly in his haste. He forced himself to stay calm and said, “I heard it from an elder in the sect. He said there was a demon named Qi Yelan a hundred years ago. Are you not him?”

Now it was Qi Yelan’s turn to be speechless. He had essentially admitted his identity based on the innocent guess of a youth. He blamed himself for the slip, but since he had no intention of letting this person go, no one else would ever find out.

“What else did your elder say?” Qi Yelan’s gaze suddenly turned frigid.

“Nothing much.” Yan Jue was startled by his look. It seemed Qi Yelan still cared deeply about how the world perceived him; after all, he had not been born knowing he was a demon.

“My patience is limited. You had better think clearly before I take action. Do not push your luck.” Qi Yelan’s expression was a fierce threat.

Yan Jue pursed his lips and muttered under his breath, “Who is the one pushing their luck here?”

“What did you say?” Qi Yelan lowered his gaze threateningly.

“Nothing, I said nothing.” Yan Jue had no way to rescue himself from this misery. If he angered Qi Yelan, he would be the one to suffer, so he chose to submit for now.

“Do not talk to me about mortal logic. I am the Demon Lord. If I want you, I will take you. I gave you time to think, so use it well. I have no hobby for forcing people, but that does not mean I will not do it.”

Qi Yelan spoke with finality. If it were not for the sake of purifying his demonic root, he would have no desire to touch another person. Seeing the youth shrink back at the table looking lost and helpless, Qi Yelan’s heart softened slightly. He let out a long breath while smoothing over his anger.

From the perspective of conscience, this person was innocent. But Qi Yelan was desperate. Misunderstanding and hatred had filled his heart for so many years. He only wanted to reach his goal quickly. Only by purifying his demonic root could he ascend as a god, reach that man, and drag him down from the sky!

He was now the terrifying Demon Lord; it was only natural for him to commit every evil act imaginable. What was a little coercion? The only reason he still had this much patience was that he wanted a truly obedient vessel.

“What is your name?” Suppressing his anger, Qi Yelan put down the bamboo slips and asked casually.

Yan Jue blurted out without thinking, “Wen Fuchen.” This was his name in the Danyang Sect and his current identity.

“Warming wine to brew tea, half a lifetime of floating dust washing away the vanity?” Qi Yelan’s face softened rarely while his eyes flashed with interest.

Yan Jue squeezed out a smile. “The Demon Lord is indeed refined and well read.”

Qi Yelan, who had been looking down, suddenly raised his eyes. Yan Jue thought he had said something wrong, but after a moment, the man simply leaned back and returned his gaze to the bamboo slips. Yan Jue let out a sigh of relief. He noticed the bamboo slips in Qi Yelan’s hand and could not help but wonder why anyone was still using them. In the immortal sects, he always read paper books. Paper had been popularized for ages. What required bamboo?

Seeing Qi Yelan so focused, he guessed it might be some ancient cultivation manual or secret technique. “What are you reading, Demon Lord?”

Qi Yelan looked up slightly with a hint of mockery in his eyes. He parted his thin lips and said, “You do not want to know.”

Yan Jue fell silent while not wanting to pry further. After a while, he finally could not help but speak up again. “Um, do you demons not eat?”

Yan Jue did not know what time it was, but he had not eaten since the night before. He felt empty inside, and his stomach rumbled right on cue to prove his words were true. If Qi Yelan planned to keep him locked up, he had to provide for him.

“We demons only eat humans and suck their yang energy.” Qi Yelan’s mouth suddenly curled into a sinister smile. It did not sound like a lie, and Yan Jue instinctively recoiled in fear. “You are not going to eat me, are you?”

Seeing him scared into such a cowardly state with his skin like jade-tinted rouge and his features twisted in nervousness, Qi Yelan found it quite amusing. He tucked away the sinister look while a slight smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“Of course I will eat you, but not in that way. It would be a waste to eat you like that.”

Qi Yelan had good features. His sharp, well-defined face possessed a hint of softness. If he did not constantly force a terrifying expression, he would be a very handsome man.

Yan Jue remained silent. He admitted he had spoken too much; he should not have asked. However, he could not believe that after only a few decades as the Demon Lord, Qi Yelan was already like other demons who preyed on human energy. As the master who had raised him for years, he could not help but feel disappointed. He had once held high hopes for him, truly believing he was different from other demons, even if he was the reincarnation of the Demon Lord.

The two remained in a silent standoff for a moment until Qi Yelan finally stood and left. The heavy stone door opened and closed again.

Only after Qi Yelan left did Yan Jue dare to move. He looked around the vast, empty sleeping chamber. It was nearly a hundred square meters while being surrounded by oppressive stone walls. There were no windows, and it was dim even during the day. Only a row of small holes near the top of the wall allowed a few rays of sunlight to filter in.

He leaned against the wall and looked up, but the holes were far too small to serve as an escape route. Based on his memory of the previous night, this place should not be far from where he usually stayed. Perhaps it was hidden in a hollow within the mountain. But he had lived here for three years and went down the mountain almost every day. Why did he have no memory of this place?

He searched everywhere but found no chance of escape. It seemed the only way out was that stone door, and only Qi Yelan could open it. Was the door equipped with facial recognition?

He scanned the room again. In the center of the vast chamber was a wide stone bed, a stone table, and a few stools. There was nothing for entertainment. It seemed Qi Yelan truly intended to keep him here until he was willing to sacrifice himself to purify the demonic root.

No, he had to escape.

While Qi Yelan was still out, he walked to the bed and looked at the bamboo slips on the nightstand. He glanced at the stone door, and seeing no movement, he picked them up to read. Sure enough, the bamboo was filled with ancient script while being packed tightly together. Relying on his memory, Yan Jue picked through the content line by line. After reading just the first row, he felt something was wrong, and his face instantly turned bright red.

He looked back at the tag hanging from the bamboo, which was labeled in modern traditional characters: Dual Cultivation Manual.