Why Is The Demon Lord Unhappy? - Chapter 2

A gust of wind rose in the rain, and then a person appeared in front of the umbrella holder.

The woman was tall, with three thousand strands of dark hair slightly curled at the ends, resting on her shoulders and swaying with the wind.

Two hairpins were crossed on top of her head. The hairpins were quite large, with bronze ends carved with peony patterns. The stamens were dotted with rubies, and bronze colored tassels hung down. They looked like ordinary mortal jewelry, the gems dull and bearing the traces of time.

These ancient hairpins unexpectedly added a touch of allure to her seductive appearance.

She wore a dark red, bl00d like inner garment beneath a profound black outer robe. The wide sleeves hung down to her mid thigh, floating with the wind like mayflies drifting across the sky.

At this moment, she was looking at him with a smiling gaze, sizing him up and down, and then asked, “May I ask what the Little Master’s Dharma name is…”

Her tone was deliberately lowered and slowed to show friendliness.

The Umbrella Holding Buddhist Disciple (Fozi) did not panic at her abrupt appearance, nor did he show any extra emotion. He simply looked at her with an indifferent expression, his eyes as still as a dry well.

He did not answer immediately, his thin lips tightly pressed. A hint of annoyance and distaste, undisguised, seemed to be visible between his brows.

It was rare to see such an easily impatient Buddhist Disciple in this Qingyou Temple.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally replied, “Xuan Song.”

His voice was deep and low, yet carried the gentle refinement of a humble gentleman a politeness and courtesy etched into his bones. It would have been perfect if the tone hadn’t been so unfamiliar.

Gu Jingmo couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, scrutinizing him carefully. A little monk with a cultivation base in the Foundation Establishment mid stage, looking about seventeen or eighteen. After a quick scan, she confirmed that there were no traces of hidden cultivation on him.

The male voice that had echoed in the mountains earlier was somewhat ethereal. Now, the Buddhist Disciple’s voice was much more real, and listening to it this way, there were some differences between the two. For a moment, she thought they were similar, but quickly dismissed the suspicion.

Are the voices of cultivators from famous and righteous sects all this pleasant?

Gu Jingmo was quite pleased with his appearance and wanted to leave a good impression, so she asked, “I need to go outside the mountain but I’m lost. I wonder if Little Master could…”

Try not to be so rude. Figure out how to lure him away first.

Before she could finish, Xuan Song had already answered, “No.”

The refusal was clean and decisive.

“But I’ve been walking in the mountains for a long time, and I’m so tired” she tried again, showing a rare moment of weakness, her tone carrying a hint of coquetry.

Xuan Song lowered his eyes to look at her clean shoe soles, and then at her hair, which was not stained with a single raindrop. He pursed his lips and remained silent.

She easily understood the meaning in his eyes. And so, the two stood in a deadlock in this world of grass and trees.

Gu Jingmo stood in the rain, relying entirely on a protective barrier to shield herself.

Xuan Song stood alone, holding an umbrella, firmly within its range, showing no intention of being accommodating.

Gu Jingmo shook her sleeve, slightly raised her chin, walked a few steps towards Xuan Song, and sighed, “Then I’ll just have to kidnap you.”

Xuan Song did not dodge, nor did he panic. He seemed to simply be waiting to see what she would do.

It wasn’t until Gu Jingmo approached a distance that made him uncomfortable that he raised his hand, palm facing Gu Jingmo’s forehead, and unleashed a strike with his spiritual power.

Gu Jingmo only felt a hurricane rush towards her, circling her once before inexplicably dispersing.

She spread her hands and looked at herself, completely unharmed. She then looked at Xuan Song with a probing gaze.

Xuan Song seemed very surprised by this. He channeled his spiritual power again and blasted out another strike. Another hurricane, in a vortex shape, surrounded Gu Jingmo, spun around once, and then lightly scattered again.

She couldn’t help but wonder, “I rarely fight with Buddhist cultivators. Are all your Buddhist techniques so lacking in offensive power?”

Xuan Song retracted his hand and looked at his palm, then raised his head to look at Gu Jingmo. The cold eyes finally showed a slight anomaly, a hint of fluctuation.

He seemed to be re-examining Gu Jingmo, probing and puzzled.

Gu Jingmo did not know that Xuan Song had just used the Redemption Kill Palm, a technique most feared by cultivators of the demonic path.

This technique is extremely ruthless, using the method of killing the sinner to atone for their sins.

The Redemption Kill Palm has no prelude and is often instantly fatal. The heavier the sins of the person attacked, the stronger the power of the Redemption Kill Palm.

Of course, the caster must have an absolutely powerful spiritual power reserve to sustain this set of techniques. Otherwise, if they encounter a person with egregious sins, the power of the Redemption Kill Palm will become so strong that the caster will be unable to withstand it, leading to self destruction.

In the one thousand nine hundred years since Xuan Song entered the cultivation world, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

The Redemption Kill Palm exploits the sinner’s sense of guilt, drawing energy from the inner demon, leveraging the power of the inner demon to kill the physical body and soul.

The person in front of him has either never committed any evil deeds, like a blank slate. Or, they are absolutely shameless, believing that what they have done is not wrong in the slightest, cold-blooded and numb to the point of being utterly deranged.

Gu Jingmo did not receive an answer to her question and assumed that Xuan Song’s technique was inadequate, or that he was nervous during his first fight, with spiritual power that he couldn’t unleash. Instead, she tried to encourage him, “It’s okay, relax. As long as you dual… Ah, as long as you get some guidance from me, your cultivation will steadily improve. I can send you to the Nascent Soul stage.”

Xuan Song glanced away, ignoring her.

Gu Jingmo didn’t mind his attitude. She used a technique to gently wrap around him and loudly declared, “Come on, Sister will take you to cultivate.”

After speaking, she called out to the person behind the tree, “Huang Tao, follow me!”

“Aye!” Seeing that Gu Jingmo was about to succeed, Huang Tao immediately followed her and left.

Xuan Song naturally struggled, but before he knew it, he had already arrived in another space.

What powerful evasion technique!

After he stabilized, he looked at Gu Jingmo again. First, the Redemption Kill Palm was ineffective, and now this strange evasion technique. This female Demon Lord of the demonic path had given him two layers of surprise in one day.

He naturally wouldn’t think that the third layer of surprise was coming immediately.

They had reached a location a thousand miles away from Qingyou Temple, a small cave dwelling.

This was a small world, surrounded by towering ancient trees, with the mountain colors of a striped-tiger and shimmering-mist, and the sound of forest winds and spring melodies accompanied by birdsong.

He stood at the entrance of a cave dwelling. A trickling stream flowed past the entrance, the water creating a gentle tinkling sound. The rock wall was covered with even, dark green moss, emitting the scent of grass, wood, and dampness.

Now that he was here, Xuan Song was no longer in a hurry. He was actually curious as to why this female Demon Lord had sneaked into Qingyou Temple. She neither killed nor set fire, but deliberately came to capture him, the disguised “Little Monk.” What was she plotting?

He closed the oil paper umbrella and followed Gu Jingmo and Huang Tao into the cave dwelling, watching Gu Jingmo casually flick her hand and light the artifact providing illumination inside the cave dwelling.

It seemed the two of them had been staying in this cave dwelling for a period of time.

After entering, Xuan Song found a prayer mat on his own, sat down cross-legged, and began to meditate. At the same time, he asked, “What was your evasion technique just now?”

Gu Jingmo turned to look at Xuan Song. This little monk was not surprised at being kidnapped; instead, he calmly followed her into the cave dwelling and brazenly asked her questions. This couldn’t help but surprise her.

She walked up to Xuan Song with a light laugh and squatted down, resting her arms on her knees, and frankly replied, “I once studied a fast-traveling technique with a cultivator from the Peach Blossom Sect for a while, and after making some improvements myself, it had this effect.”

“Quite practical.”

“Indeed! This is the result of my practical experience. When I encounter someone I can’t defeat, I flee a thousand miles. They can’t catch up to me.”

Xuan Song slightly raised an eyebrow: “Run when you can’t win?”

Is this really the Demon Lord of the demonic path?

The legendary Silver Bell Bl00d Sacrifice, one of the Three Demons?

Could it be that my probe was wrong?

“That’s right!” Gu Jingmo answered confidently, “If you can’t win, of course you have to run.”

After Huang Tao followed them in, she used a cleansing spell to clear the dust inside the cave dwelling. She found a moment to chime in, “Our Demon… My mistress is the best at escaping! She’s incredibly good at running away!”

Xuan Song finally looked at Huang Tao, another strange person.

A half demon.

Yet not a pure half-demon.

Spirit beasts and demons usually require several thousand years of cultivation to transform into human form, and upon transformation, they immediately possess a Nascent Soul cultivation base. This girl’s cultivation was clearly insufficient, reaching only the Foundation Establishment early stage after transforming into human form.

She achieved human form by seizing a human body.

Cultivators of the demonic path indeed employ many crooked methods.

He doubted his own guess again. The legendary Demon Lord, rumored to be utterly wicked, disguised herself with a Foundation Establishment cultivation base and only brought a mediocre half demon with her.

This appearance was vastly different from the Demon Lord described by those kneeling fools.

Xuan Song asked again, “Why did you bring me here?”

Gu Jingmo raised her index finger and rubbed the tip of her nose. This kind of thing was really a little embarrassing to say out loud.

“I… am currently facing a tricky situation and need to find… a Dao Companion.”

“Dao Companion?” The third layer of surprise truly caught Xuan Song off guard. “Finding a Buddhist cultivator to be a Dao Companion?”

It must be said that Xuan Song’s self-control was genuinely good. Even when faced with such an absurd situation, he could ask in an unruffled tone and did not display any inappropriate behavior.

“I also find it very bizarre, but that’s how it is. I need to find a Buddhist cultivator to be a Dao Companion for dual cultivation, only then can I…” Gu Jingmo was afraid Xuan Song would be unwilling, so she quickly offered an enticing condition, “In this way, I can advance your cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage. I’ll look after you for the rest of your life. See, I’ll immediately form the Dao Companion seal with you. Since I’ll use you, I won’t let you down…”

As she spoke, she raised her hand and tapped Xuan Song’s forehead. In an instant, the Dao Companion seal was imprinted on Xuan Song’s forehead.

Xuan Song raised his hand to touch his forehead, suspiciously looking at Gu Jingmo: “Need to dual cultivate with a Buddhist cultivator… What kind of evil technique is this?”

“A healing method.”

Xuan Song turned his head away in distaste, not wanting to look at her: “Never heard of it.”

Gu Jingmo refused to give up and continued to reassure him: “We can cultivate our feelings first.”

“There’s no need.” As he spoke, he raised his hand to try and dissolve the Dao Companion seal on his forehead.

Gu Jingmo quickly stopped his hand with a spell and hurriedly spoke words of affection, “Monk, your bald head is shining under the moonlight, like a second moon, round and bright!”

“Your face is also exceptionally beautiful, fair and soft, like a large white steamed bun!”

Is she complimenting him, or trying to infuriate him?

“Just consider it a good deed, help me, a female benefactor who is experiencing difficulties, alright?” Gu Jingmo clasped her hands together, pitifully begging Xuan Song.

Xuan Song finally looked at Gu Jingmo, his brows furrowed in anger.

Being knelt to by a group of disciples and grand-disciples for over a month was irritating enough, but it turned out those fools asked him to come out of seclusion just to eliminate such a foolish woman?

His patience finally ran out.

He was so angry that he laughed instead of getting mad. Instead of dodging, he half-rose, leaned forward, and stared intently into Gu Jingmo’s eyes, asking in a low voice, “How do we dual cultivate? Here? In front of her? Fine, shall we do it now?”

He asked lightly, but his heart was filled with fury.

If Gu Jingmo dared to touch him, he would immediately take this woman’s life!

Gu Jingmo clearly hadn’t expected this Buddhist Disciple to agree so quickly. Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she stared blankly as Xuan Song moved closer and closer.

That handsome, unparalleled face gradually magnified before her eyes. The distance was so close that she could clearly see his eyelashes, thick and long like a dense jungle.

Their breaths mingled. She could feel the warm air exhaled from his nostrils gently brushing her face, soft and light, lightly scattered, causing her cheeks and heart to itch.

Up close, she could see the delicacy of his features even better.

If his eyebrows were a fraction darker, they would be too heavy; a fraction lighter, they would be too pale. This look was just right every detail was precisely to her liking.

Her heart thumped violently, like a young rabbit threatened by a wolf, flustered and utterly panicked.

Huang Tao was also stunned and covered her mouth, not expecting things to proceed so smoothly. She paced back and forth in the cave dwelling in confusion, then turned to leave, intending to give the two some space.

However, before she could step out, she saw flames suddenly erupt from Gu Jingmo’s body.

The fire came so abruptly that all three people in the cave dwelling were startled.

That’s right, even Gu Jingmo herself was shocked.

Xuan Song watched as the Demon Lord’s cheeks visibly reddened at a speed noticeable to the naked eye, followed by her body catching fire, engulfing her entirely in flames.

Gu Jingmo was startled. The first thing she thought of was not to let the fire hurt Xuan Song. She quickly stood up and backed away, at the same time throwing a barrier to protect Xuan Song.

She patted her body frantically and nervously said to Huang Tao, “Huang Tao, why am I on fire!”

Huang Tao bravely went to help Gu Jingmo put out the fire on her body. The fire scorched her hands red, and fire sparks clung to her spell-robe. Both the mistress and the servant looked utterly disheveled. Huang Tao’s voice rose in pitch with anxiety: “I don’t know! You’re the one with the Fire Spirit Root!”

Gu Jingmo was reminded of it and just now remembered: “Right… I have a single Fire Spirit Root… But why am I catching fire?”

“Try the stream to put out the fire?”

“Oh, right…” Gu Jingmo quickly ran towards the stream. Unfortunately, the stream was shallow. She had to lie down in the stream for the water to barely reach her chest.

Huang Tao followed and kept splashing water onto Gu Jingmo, asking nervously, “Are you feeling better?”

Gu Jingmo was still on the verge of breakdown: “Why won’t the fire go out?”

“Try using your technique?”

“I tried, I can’t control it at all.”

Xuan Song watched the steam drifting in from the entrance gradually fill the cave dwelling, listened to the conversation between the mistress and servant at the entrance, and finally looked at the barrier protecting him. He couldn’t help but rub his temples: “What in the world is all this…”