When a Yandere Cannon Fodder Meets a Dark, Twisted Villain - Chapter 66

The Demon Lord was no more; however, a significant amount of demonic energy still lingered within the Demon Realm.

Standing suspended in mid-air, Shi Yining performed a series of rapid hand seals. The Myriad Mystery Evil-Breaking Pearl once again radiated a vast Buddhist light, blanketing the entire Demon Realm. Wherever the light reached, the residual demonic energy swiftly dissolved.

Over the years, the spiritual veins eroded by demonic energy began to recover, and all things started to flourish with renewed life. This process continued for a long time. When the final wisp of demonic energy dissipated into green smoke within the Buddhist light, the sky transformed completely into a brilliant azure, stretching clear for ten thousand miles.

Shi Yining waved her sleeve to retrieve the now-dimmed pearl.

With the formidable enemy eliminated, the vast wasteland left behind in the Demon Realm held many uses. Since many factions had participated in the crusade, the next step involved the distribution of resources. Neither Shi Yining nor Shu Mo had any interest in participating in such matters. After recalling the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, they quickly flew away from the Demon Realm.

“Fellow Daoists, please wait!”

A call came from the distance. Shi Yining slowed her flight and turned to look, seeing the Sixth Princess, Sheng Huan, dressed in palace attire and flying toward them on a magic treasure.

“Watching Fellow Daoist Shi perform your arts just now, I noticed your spiritual energy consumption was quite heavy. This is the Nine-Transformation Spirit-Restoring Pill, a secret imperial concoction. It is remarkably effective for recovering spiritual energy.”

Sheng Huan flew close and produced a small porcelain bottle, naturally handing it toward Shi Yining.

At that moment, Shu Mo moved forward half a step, happening to block the path between them. Though she didn’t completely cut off their line of sight, her attitude spoke volumes. She didn’t look at Sheng Huan; her gaze rested solely on her beloved. With an imperceptible movement of her fingertips, a round, snowy-white pill emitting a fresh fragrance appeared between her fingers from her storage ring.

She raised her jade-like hand, carefully pinching the pill with her fingertips and gently bringing it to Shi Yining’s lips.

They were so close that they could clearly feel each other’s breath. Meeting the eyes of her lover—eyes brimming with tender affection—Shi Yining’s heart trembled, and she instinctively opened her lips in compliance. With a slight forward motion of those slender fingers, the snowy-white pill entered her mouth.

If it wasn’t her imagination, the fingertip that entered her lips seemed to hook slightly, just brushing against her tongue.

Before Shi Yining could think further, a cool voice reached her ears.

“I will take care of Ning’er. There is no need for Her Highness to trouble herself.”

Sheng Huan’s hand, still holding the porcelain bottle, froze in mid-air. From a moment ago, she had already sensed Shu Mo’s undisguised possessiveness toward Shi Yining.

She felt a bit helpless. “Daoist Shu, we did cooperate after all. There’s really no need to be this guarded against me.”

Shu Mo turned slightly and glanced at her sideways. “Do not think I am unaware of the Princess’s intentions.”

Sheng Huan’s lips quirked. “As long as Daoist Shi’s heart remains with you, no one can take her away. Does it matter what my intentions are?”

She didn’t deny Shu Mo’s words; she understood that Shu Mo would never let her get close to Shi Yining. Simply waving her sleeve, she sent the pill across the air toward them.

“This great victory is thanks to the two of you. This medicine is a token of my heart. Even if you two do not use it, you can give it to a junior sister in your sect who needs it. I have disturbed you enough; I shall take my leave.”

Having said that, she turned decisively and flew away.

Once Sheng Huan was far off, Shi Yining gently tugged on Shu Mo’s sleeve. Her voice was as low as a mosquito’s buzz, carrying a trace of faint reproach. “Mo’er… the Sixth Princess meant well…”

Hearing her beloved say this, the Shu Mo who had appeared cold and heartless toward the outsider suddenly showed a hint of grievance in her eyes.

“If I hadn’t stopped her just now, looking at Sheng Huan’s posture, she likely would have fed the pill directly into your mouth. How could I allow her to do that?”

Her words were thick with a jealousy that couldn’t be dissolved. Whenever anyone else focused their attention on Ning’er or tried to get close, it triggered her most primal instinct of rejection.

Seeing her lover so overcome with jealousy, Shi Yining’s heart softened. She immediately took hold of that slender hand, shaking it gently as she comforted her softly: “From beginning to end, there is only Mo’er in my heart. Even if Sheng Huan truly intended that, I would not have let her succeed.”

Feeling the warmth from her palm and hearing this confession, the jealousy in Shu Mo’s eyes receded slightly, though it didn’t vanish completely.

“Ning’er, promise me… in the future… do not give that Sheng Huan any more chances to get close to you…”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Shi Yining nodded, her voice gentle yet firm. “Alright, I promise Mo’er…”

She paused, then added a calm analysis to put the other’s mind at ease. “Sheng Huan is a Princess of the Tiansheng Dynasty. If it weren’t for the connection regarding the Heart-Forgetting Pill, I would have no intersection with her. Now that the demon threat is gone and the Canglan Realm has returned to peace, every sect will return to their positions to handle post-war affairs. As one of the candidates for the imperial succession, she will be busy with many matters. We likely won’t see her again.”

These words were logical and reasonable, greatly soothing Shu Mo’s jealousy.

She spoke no more, only gripping Shi Yining’s hand tighter. She leaned in closer, resting her forehead against her beloved’s shoulder and nuzzling gently. In this moment, she looked like a cat that had been ruffled but was now appeased and content.

Feeling the gentle touch against her neck, Shi Yining’s heart turned completely to mush.

Her gaze inadvertently fell upon the porcelain bottle floating in the air nearby. After a moment of hesitation, she spoke in a soft, consultative tone. “Mo’er, I have seen that Nine-Transformation Spirit-Restoring Pill in the alchemical records before. It truly is a secret imperial legacy. It is exceptionally effective for restoring spiritual energy and can even assist in breaking through cultivation realms. We have no use for it right now, but it is precious. As Sheng Huan suggested, we could gift it to the junior sisters in our sect. What do you think?”

Upon hearing this, Shu Mo continued to nuzzle against her neck with lingering dependence, her warm breath brushing against the skin and sending a faint, tingling sensation through her.

“I will listen to whatever Ning’er decides.”

At that instant, she seemed to recall something of even greater importance, her voice carrying an unmistakable note of anticipation.

“Now that the demon threat is gone and the Canglan Realm has returned to peace, all matters are concluded. It is time for us to choose an auspicious day to hold our Daoist Companion Union Ceremony…”

The topic shifted so directly and suddenly that it caught Shi Yining off guard, and the tips of her ears instantly flushed crimson. She turned her head, meeting Shu Mo’s eyes—which were brimming with expectation and deep affection—and her voice inevitably dropped, carrying the shyness of a young maiden. “Mo’er… which day were you thinking of?”

Shu Mo had clearly given this profound thought long ago, for she answered immediately: “I have calculated it. Two days from now is a propitious day rarely seen in a hundred years. The purple qi rises from the east, and the luan and phoenix sing in harmony. It is the most suitable time for a Union Ceremony.”

“Two days?” Shi Yining was somewhat shocked. “Isn’t that a bit too rushed? There are so many matters to prepare for a Union Ceremony, and…” She bit her lip, her face turning a deep shade of red. “Our Daoist robes—we haven’t even had time to choose the styles or have them embroidered…”

Shu Mo, however, seemed to have everything under control. With a light flourish of her wide sleeve, an exquisite scroll with a restrained luster slowly manifested before them.

The scroll did not depict landscapes, but rather several sets of breathtakingly beautiful Daoist companion robes. Each had unique characteristics: some were solemn and majestic, others airy and ethereal, some ornate and complex, and others simple and elegant. Every detail showed ingenious craftsmanship, clearly the result of immense effort and devotion.

Shu Mo’s voice was very soft, yet every word struck a chord in Shi Yining’s heart. “Ning’er might not know… ever since I received that sachet you gave me by hand in our past life, I began to secretly study the arts of weaving and embroidery.”

Her gaze followed her words to the unrolled scroll. What it carried was not just exquisite designs, but the lingering affection gathered over the long passage of time, spanning two lifetimes.

“All the styles of the companion robes on this scroll… the required materials like Cloud Brocade, Star Satin, and Ice Silkworm Silk… I have sought out and prepared them all over these years, keeping them safely stored. I have already personally woven two sets of the inner linings… furthermore, I have prepared nine specialized spiritual looms. When the time comes, I will use my divine sense to control them and my spiritual energy to assist their operation. By working simultaneously, they can all be completed in just one day.”

She wanted to become Shi Yining’s rightful Daoist companion as soon as possible. Two days might sound incredibly hasty, but for her, it was the culmination of hundreds of days and nights of silent preparation, turning the impossible into reality.

The moment the scroll was brought out, Shi Yining was captivated by the magnificent robes. However, upon hearing Shu Mo’s words, her beautiful eyes suddenly lifted, and she stared blankly at her lover. She had never imagined that during those years she had walked alone—years that seemed lonely and cold—Mo’er had been silently preparing all of this…

When she spoke again, her voice was choked with emotion, and her eyes grew warm. “Mo’er… why did you never tell me before?”

Meeting her moved gaze, Shu Mo revealed a soul-stirring smile. “Because I wanted to give Ning’er a surprise… In our past life, I prepared for so long but never found the opportunity. In this life, I do not want there to be any more regrets.”

In their previous life, they had drifted further apart due to various misunderstandings. When she performed the art to reverse time, she had specifically placed all these treasures into a specialized storage ring to avoid the influence of the laws of nature, bringing them to this world.

Shu Mo’s fingertip lightly brushed over the scroll, her eyes filled with obvious expectation and a trace of imperceptible trepidation. “These companion robes… which style does Ning’er like?”

At this moment, she both craved the affirmation of her beloved—to have the heart she had poured into these years of silent preparation fully accepted—and felt her heart hanging in suspense, fearing that her meticulous preparations might not suit Ning’er’s taste.

The corners of Shi Yining’s lips curved upward into a smile so gentle it could soothe any insecurity.

“Every stroke on this scroll is an outpouring of Mo’er’s heart. I love them all… to me, they are each unique and incomparable.”

This answer instantly dispelled the faint unease in Shu Mo’s heart.

“In that case… when the time comes, we shall prepare two sets of every style. What do you think, Ning’er?”

“Alright,” Shi Yining agreed with a smile, her eyes shimmering as they reflected her lover’s joyful face. “I will listen to whatever Mo’er says.”

The companion robes could also serve as daily attire. From now on, they would spend many beautiful moments together…

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