A Little First Love Shock for the Demon Lord - Chapter 1

On the Ice Jade Bed, a man clad in a black and gold robe lay in deep slumber, his eyes closed. A chilling aura swirled around his body, so cold that the sorcerer-physician Luo Su, who stood vigil at the bedside, chattered his teeth uncontrollably—yet the man remained entirely unaware.

It wasn’t until the first ray of morning light streamed through the small window above the jade bed, casting a beam directly onto his long, raven-feathered eyelashes, that he stirred.

His slender index finger twitched slightly. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes. A bewitching red light briefly flickered in his pupils before dimming again.

“You’re awake, My Lord!” Luo Su exclaimed excitedly.

But the man responded only with a cold glance before pushing himself upright with one hand.

His features were striking—sharp sword-like eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a tall, chiseled nose, and thin, blade-like lips. Each feature seemed carved from jade by the hands of a master craftsman.

Luo Su, however, dared not linger on the man’s face and quickly lowered his head in fear.

This was Ming Lou, the Demon Sovereign, ruler of the Demon Realm. His status was not only exalted, but his temperament was known to be cruel and merciless. If Luo Su provoked him, even slightly, his life would surely end here.

After a long silence, Ming Lou finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, “How long was I asleep?”

Luo Su immediately answered, “Today marks exactly one thousand years. While you were unconscious, Yu Qianxun temporarily assumed the role of Demon Sovereign in your stead.”

“A thousand years…” Ming Lou frowned slightly, murmuring to himself, “Why did I sleep for so long?”

Luo Su hesitated, worry flickering in his eyes, then said cautiously, “My Lord, don’t you remember? A thousand years ago, you agreed to duel Shen Xuanyi, the God of War from the Celestial Realm, at the Boundary

River. You disappeared for several days afterward. I secretly led a group into Celestial territory and found you unconscious beneath a laurel tree. Though you were barely breathing, your injuries were grave. After bringing you back to the Demon Realm, you fell into this deep sleep.”

As Luo Su spoke, Ming Lou’s expression grew heavier.

Shen Xuanyi? The Battle at the Boundary River? Grievous injuries?

He couldn’t recall a single thing. His mind was utterly blank.

After a long silence, his eyes turned cold as he looked at Luo Su. “So… I lost?”

Ming Lou’s bloodthirsty aura pressed down like a mountain, making Luo Su nearly suffocate.

He wrung his hands nervously and stammered, “N-not exactly a loss! I heard Shen Xuanyi was gravely injured too—he slept for three hundred years! So it’s more like… a draw!”

Luo Su let out a nervous giggle, clearly pleased with this reasoning, thinking it might ease Ming Lou’s fury.

Unfortunately, reality didn’t bend to Luo Su’s hopes.

Ming Lou’s gaze grew colder. With a flick of his wrist, he seized Luo Su by the throat.

“He slept for only three hundred years. I slept for a thousand. That is a loss!” Ming Lou growled.

Terrified, Luo Su fell to his knees.

Just as Ming Lou opened his mouth to speak again, a sudden, searing pain erupted in his chest—as if a fire were burning his heart from the inside out.

His face tensed. He instinctively released Luo Su and pressed a hand to his chest.

Seeing something was wrong, Luo Su crawled forward on his knees, panicked. “My Lord, your injuries have not fully healed—you mustn’t get angry right now!”

Ming Lou ignored him. Instead, he pulled at the front of his robe, exposing his firm chest.

There, vicious crimson scars slashed across the skin above his heart—terrifying in their intensity.

He narrowed his eyes at the sight, then raised his left hand. Wisps of black mist emerged from his palm, coiling slowly around his fingers. Though deadly in aura, it was a pale echo of the power he once wielded.

“My powers,” Ming Lou said coldly, “what happened to them?”

Luo Su trembled even more. “W-when I brought you back, most of your powers were already lost…”

Ming Lou tilted his head slightly, his chilling gaze locking onto Luo Su’s trembling form. A red glint flashed again in his eyes.

“How much is most?”

Luo Su stammered, “E-eighty percent…”

“You—!” Ming Lou growled.

Sensing another burst of fury, Luo Su quickly bowed his head and hurried to explain, “Please, My Lord, calm yourself! A few days ago, I discovered a way for you to recover your powers!”

“What method?” Ming Lou asked.

“I found your missing power within a mortal woman,” Luo Su said quickly. “All of it now resides in her. Reclaiming it is simple—you only need to engage in… intimate contact with her. Once your bodies are joined, your powers will naturally return.”

Ming Lou frowned. “A mortal woman?”

Luo Su nodded repeatedly. “Her name is Ying Ning. I’ve already made arrangements. Once we abduct her and bring her to the Demon Realm, you only need to engage in spiritual cultivation with her for seven days and nights, and your power will be fully restored.”

“Spiritual cultivation?” Ming Lou’s frown deepened, dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Luo Su swallowed hard and added carefully, “My Lord, I understand this is beneath your dignity—consorting with a mortal woman—but please endure it for now. Once your powers are restored, I’ll erase her

memories and return her to the Mortal Realm. No one will ever know.”

Only then did Ming Lou withdraw his icy gaze, turning his attention to the distance.

He needed his power back immediately. Touching a mortal woman’s body… he could endure that.

With that, Ming Lou gathered his robes and rose from the bed.

“I want to see her,” he said coldly and walked forward.

He knew very well what he was about to do—and how deeply it would wound a mortal woman.

But he didn’t care.

As the Demon Sovereign—cruel, ruthless, and unfeeling—he felt no shame in hurting a mere mortal.

At the massive, tightly sealed doors, he raised his hand and slowly pushed them open…

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Meanwhile, in the Mortal Realm.

Midnight. A fine drizzle fell from the sky.

A pale hand slowly pushed open the heavy door to the Xue family treasury.

Over the past seven days, strange occurrences plagued this vault. First, Lord Xue was found unconscious inside and never woke. Then, the youngest daughter snuck in to play—and fell ill, raving about seeing terrifying monsters.

The Xue family invited numerous exorcists and Taoist priests, but all failed. Some even fell into comas themselves.

Today, she had come forward of her own accord and volunteered to help.

Dressed in a plain white cotton dress, she wore a crimson cloak with a large hood that hid most of her face.

Once the doors closed behind her, she walked slowly to the center of the vault.

Stacks of large chests surrounded her—some open, revealing gold and silver bars. Silver notes littered the floor, and priceless jade, porcelain, and calligraphy lined the shelves.

She glanced around, unfazed by the mountains of wealth. Her gaze finally settled on a mound of gold.

Atop it sat a gray-skinned infant in a meditative pose.

A grotesque sight—the infant’s navel trailed a long umbilical cord, and despite its small body, it had two enormous heads. Its eyes were pale and lifeless. Upon hearing her approach, both heads turned in unison toward her.

The twin-headed infant tilted slightly. The umbilical cord wriggled, then suddenly shot toward her.

She didn’t move. Knowing she couldn’t dodge, she allowed it to lift her hood and latch onto her forehead.

It sucked hard—but to no avail. The infant furrowed its brows, puzzled, then disappointedly retracted its cord.

With a small pop, the cord released her, leaving a faint red mark.

She rubbed the spot with her fingertip, then smiled softly.

“Come with me,” she said gently. “I’ve got something much tastier for you.”

She unclasped her cloak.

As it fell away, a strange fragrance filled the vault.

The infant sniffed eagerly. Its mouth began to drool.

Her body contained a tremendous power—a power far more delicious than human greed. If it could consume her, its strength would grow immensely.

But she showed no fear as it crawled toward her, drooling.

She redonned her cloak, pulled the hood over her head, and walked out of the vault with the twin-headed infant in tow.

Outside, Lady Xue and her eldest son, Xue Baolin, were waiting. Seeing her emerge unharmed, both were visibly surprised.

“It’s done?” Xue Baolin asked suspiciously.

She nodded. “The child is with me now. It had been hiding in the vault, feeding on human greed. Once I take it away, those it drained will recover with a few days of rest.”

Lady Xue and Xue Baolin looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of the demon. But they saw nothing.

No one but her could see it.

“Can I receive my reward now?” she asked with a smile.

Lady Xue pulled out five gold ingots, ready to hand them over—only for Xue Baolin to stop her.

“Wait,” he said arrogantly, chin slightly raised. “You say the matter’s settled, but we have no proof. How can we trust you?”

She replied calmly, “If you don’t believe me, send someone in and see if anything happens.”

Xue Baolin sneered, then signaled to a nearby servant. Though terrified, the servant dared not disobey and trudged into the vault.

A few moments later, he emerged cheerfully.

“All clear, Young Master! Nothing happened!”

Lady Xue’s face lit up with relief and she handed over the gold.

The woman tucked the gold into her pouch and headed toward the donkey tied by the willow tree.

But before she could leave, Xue Baolin’s voice called out again.

“Wait! You can’t go! What if the demon returns in a few days?”

She paused, then turned back and lowered her hood.

Beneath it—shimmering eyes, brows like distant mountains, a face like a peach blossom. Rosy lips and radiant teeth, full and soft…

In this rain-drenched, chilly night, Xue Baolin suddenly felt as though spring had arrived.

She said,

“My name is Ying Ning. If more demons appear, come find me in Taoli Village, just outside town. I won’t charge silver to exorcise them.”