Chapter 54 Visiting

Chapter 54: A Visit

The Little Demon King spent two days of shameless indulgence, then grew discontent.

He was unhappy that Jun Xueyi kept kissing him; he didn’t understand what was so enjoyable about it—this person just wouldn’t stop.

So annoyed by the constant attention, he simply transformed into his demon form to sleep.

Jun Xueyi wrapped the other’s tail around his wrist and whispered soothingly, "Dual cultivation is just a side benefit. I enjoy kissing you."

Chu Ji didn’t want to hear it. His perked-up ears drooped down to block his ears as he lay firmly on Jun Xueyi’s chest, staking his claim on the spot.

Cultivate, cultivate, cultivate—anything related to cultivation made everything feel dull and tedious.

At first, it was quite enjoyable, but later, when Jun Xueyi began dual cultivation, worried that climaxing too often would exhaust him and make him unwilling to continue, he started holding back his own release and preventing Chu Ji’s as well. It was pure torture for both of them.

Jun Xueyi’s move was too cruel.

What should have been a pleasurable affair now felt like a chore, with no enjoyment left.

Frustrating.

If it weren’t for Jun Xueyi’s good looks, he wouldn’t have agreed to continue after that satisfying night two days ago.

Jun Xueyi chuckled softly and gently stroked Chu Ji’s head, only to get swatted by a claw.

He immediately withdrew his hand.

The Little Demon Lord did not allow anyone to place their hand on his head—it was a challenge to his authority.

Jun Xueyi lay there for a moment before reaching out again, this time not to touch the head but to gently stroke Chu Ji’s back.

Chu Ji shifted slightly but didn’t scratch this time.

Chu Ji buried his face in Jun Xueyi’s chest, refusing to cooperate or communicate.

Not kicking Jun Xueyi off the bed was already a favor he was granting. His claws left a few angry red marks, a clear warning for Jun Xueyi not to be ungrateful.

If Jun Xueyi disturbed his sleep any further, he would toss him out. If he loved cultivating so much, he could go do it alone outside in the courtyard.

Jun Xueyi understood Chu Ji’s threat. To avoid spending the night outdoors, he pulled up the covers and got ready to sleep with Chu Ji.

Only when he truly lay down did he realize how long it had been since he last slept. To be precise, he hadn’t slept since he was five years old. His days were filled with sword practice, array formations, and talisman training, while his nights were dedicated to cultivation.

He had grown accustomed to relentless day-and-night cultivation, but Chu Ji was different.

As he gently played with the tip of Chu Ji’s tail, he told himself that they had many years together. There was no need to rush. Chu Ji’s cultivation had already reached the top; nothing could threaten him anymore.

He, too, should let himself relax.

He had been too impatient.

His affection was real, his excitement was real, his never getting enough was real, and his desire to cultivate earlier was also real.

But if he kept pushing, the Young Master would really kick him out.

Having figured things out, Jun Xueyi held Chu Ji close and fell into a deep sleep.

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When he woke up, he almost thought he had been unconscious for months.

The Young Master had already transformed back and was sitting on the bed, scowling as he listened to the report from the Demon Guard outside the curtain.

The immortal sects had launched an attack.

Jun Xueyi was genuinely confused. Who had attacked?

The immortal sects?

Ever since Chu Ji’s father became the Demon Lord, the nature of the conflict between immortals and demons had changed. In the past, the immortal sects suppressed the demon race, claiming that evil could never prevail over righteousness. But after the Demon Lord emerged, the demons became united, and the balance between immortals and demons was restored.

During those years, the immortal sects primarily targeted demonic cultivators who fed on cultivators' lives.

Then, over twenty years ago, Immortal Venerable Linxun shattered the demonic defenses with a single sword strike. Later, she married the Demon Lord, and the relationship between demons and immortals became even more stable.

Now the immortal sects were attacking?

Immortal Venerable Linxun was Chu Ji’s mother, and the demon race hadn’t recently launched any attacks against the immortal sects. Why would they attack now?

How did they even get here?

After all, the demon race was known for being warlike. What were the immortals trying to achieve by coming here?

Were they seeking death?

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Jun Xueyi met Chu Ji’s gaze. Seeing the suspicion in the Young Master’s eyes, he laughed lightly. "It has nothing to do with me. I’m not familiar with them."

The debt was settled.

He had given his master a box containing a water-element treasure and a Mental Technique.

It was an extremely cold Mental Technique he had modified based on his own experience, that even those without a pure Yin constitution could cultivate.

It would definitely be harder to practice than ordinary Mental Techniques, but who's to say what's possible with determination.

Over the years, he had repeatedly used himself as a test subject, secured many cultivation resources for the Clear Wind Sect, and modified over a dozen water-element Mental Techniques.

It was enough.

The debt was repaid.

Now, he truly wasn't familiar with them.

Chu Ji seemed relatively satisfied, but the next moment, he heard the Demon Guard say there were people from the Linshui Sect among the attackers.

His eyes widened slightly. "Who?"

The Demon Guard repeated the report.

They didn’t recognize most of the immortal sect members, but they were familiar with some from the Linshui Sect.

Chu Ji pulled out some clothes and hastily threw them on, preparing to get out of bed, only to be yanked back the next moment.

He turned to look at Jun Xueyi. "Don’t stop me."

Jun Xueyi held him and grabbed the outer robe. "I won’t stop you. Just wait a moment."

He helped the Young Master into his outer robe, then carefully put on each of Chu Ji’s favorite ornaments one by one. Finally, he put on Chu Ji’s boots and, after a moment’s thought, took the bell off the black cord and hung it on the boot.

Distracted by this, Chu Ji’s earlier irritation subsided. He watched as Jun Xueyi, as if obsessed with the process, finished with his clothes and boots and started doing his hair.

He still remembered the time when Jun Xueyi had used his own hair tie to tie his hair—just wrapped it haphazardly, it looked terrible. But now, he was actually doing a decent job.

Chu Ji tilted his head slightly and heard Jun Xueyi whisper, "Almost done."

Feeling bored, he played with Jun Xueyi's hair, recalling how the night before last, Jun Xueyi's hair had tangled around him. Jun Xueyi had sat up naked, pulled a decorative sash from the clothes tossed aside, held it in his teeth, and tied his hair back.

Thinking of it, he got turned on again.

Having just experienced such things for the first time, he wasn't the restrained type.

If it weren't for Jun Xueyi always focusing on Dual Cultivation and keeping him from enjoying himself, he wouldn't have called a stop.

His eyes darted as he tugged at Jun Xueyi's hair, his thoughts wandering.

He lifted his foot to look at the bell on his boot, about to speak when he suddenly sensed his father's aura.

His father had come out of seclusion!

Chu Ji was momentarily stunned, then immediately felt that his father had left.

His mother's aura followed shortly after.

Through their auras, he could tell they were unharmed—blood connections don't deceive. The only reason for their haste was clear.

Those idiots from the immortal sects were actually attacking.

Since his parents had left seclusion, he didn't need to hurry anymore.

Whatever issues the immortal sects had, they could take it up with his parents.

Chu Ji looked at Jun Xueyi's bare upper body. He called Jun Xueyi a pretty boy, but Jun Xueyi was truly fair-skinned and had a good physique, with marks on his arms from where Chu Ji had grabbed him the night before.

His gaze shifted to Jun Xueyi's face.

Because he tilted his head, Jun Xueyi leaned in too.

Jun Xueyi lowered his head closer. "What's wrong?"

Chu Ji met Jun Xueyi's eyes and suddenly felt tempted. He cleared his throat lightly. "Stop fixing it. It's just going to get messy anyway."

Jun Xueyi paused, looking slowly at Chu Ji, who then surprised him by leaning in and kissing him first.

The Young Master taking the initiative to kiss him—this was something Jun Xueyi had never even imagined.

He dropped his hands. Why bother styling? It wasn't necessary anymore.

Jun Xueyi looked at these clothes, which he had put on piece by piece. Now, he would take them off, item by item.

This feeling was perfect.

He kissed Chu Ji on the lips, wisely not asking about how to deal with the immortal sect members outside the demon palace. However they were handled, it was irrelevant—just don't disturb the Young Master's current mood.

Besides, even the Linshui Sect had come.

It showed this matter wasn't truly about attacking the demon palace.

The bed curtains, lifted less than an hour ago, were drawn shut again.

Outside the demon palace, over a thousand people had gathered—elders and sect leaders from each sect, along with a dozen or so disciples with higher cultivation levels—all waiting at the entrance for someone from the demon palace to come out and receive them.

That only a thousand people had come was the result of the Qingfeng Sect Leader's persuasion.

But even so, the crowd was large enough.

So many immortal sect cultivators gathered before the main demon palace of the demon race clearly amounted to a declaration of war.

All these people stood at the demon palace entrance, waiting for instructions from the Clear Wind Sect and the Linshui Sect.

At the forefront, the Qingfeng Sect Leader found himself in a difficult position. His original intention was to discuss the matter privately, but now he had no choice but to bring everyone to the demon palace.

If this sparked a full-scale war between immortals and demons, the casualties would be unimaginable.

He glanced at the Linshui Sect Leader. "Sect Leader Lin, after you."

Sect Leader Lin looked at him with a half-smile. "No, it was your Clear Wind Sect's people who were imprisoned. You go first."

The Linshui Sect had only come along because these people were too worked up—it wouldn't do to stay away.

But now that they were at the demon palace, the Linshui Sect's relationship with the demon palace was fairly stable. For the sake of a Jun Xueyi whose story might not even be true, he wasn't foolish enough to take the lead.

If Jun Xueyi were truly chosen by fate, how could he have been imprisoned by Chu Ji?

He knew Chu Ji—the boy was simple-hearted. The idea that he would use Jun Xueyi as a cultivation vessel to attack the immortal sects was complete nonsense.

Since when was Chu Ji so dedicated to cultivation?

The Qingfeng Sect Leader was left speechless and looked at Yin Xu.

Yin Xu took a step back, washing her hands of it. Why look at her? Whoever started this should handle it.

Lin Xu and Lin Xun stood behind Yin Xu. Lin Xu smiled. "Since Young Master Lang Yue spoke so confidently earlier, why not let Young Master Lang Yue go?"

Before Lang Yue could respond, the Qingfeng Sect Leader cut in, "No."

Everyone turned to look at him.

The Qingfeng Sect Leader said, "I'll activate the formation."

"Lang Yue, move to the back."

Lang Yue didn't move.

Why should he move to the back?

This was the demon palace. He knew it better than anyone.

Lin Yun tugged at Lin Xu's sleeve. This Lang Yue was definitely shady.

Lin Xu had noticed, and it was clear the Qingfeng Sect Leader knew it too.

The siblings exchanged a glance. Lin Yun whispered through spiritual communication to Lin Xu, coldly saying, "This person has ill intentions."

Lin Xu looked at his sister. If they were truly righteous, would they even be standing here?

Who knew what Lang Yue had done to gather so many people in just two days? Usually, these immortal sects talked about unity but only cared about benefits. Those with truly righteous hearts were few and far between.

They weren't even as straightforward as the demon race, who would just cut down whoever they disliked.

Demonic cultivators who fed on others' cultivation and essence had been killed whenever they appeared over the years, and many Techniques had been destroyed, so they were becoming rarer. Without such a common enemy, human nature was just like this.

While the two were speaking, the Clear Wind Sect Leader had already set up the formation and activated it.

"Little Demon Lord of the demon race, release my Clear Wind Sect disciple, Jun Xueyi, at once."

This message didn’t even reach Chu Ji’s bedchamber before it was destroyed by a sword intent.

Amidst the blazing sky, a flash of white light scattered the Clear Wind Sect Leader’s formation in an instant.

The first thing everyone saw was a white sword, followed by a white-robed woman descending from mid-air.

The Clear Wind Sect Leader took two steps back, unable to conceal his astonishment, his lips trembling.

She’s out of seclusion?

Wasn’t it said she was in seclusion?

The heavenly signs indicated this—how could she emerge before the time was right?

Lang Yue also stood dumbstruck for a moment.

How is this possible?

Why could she emerge?

Jun Xueyi had already reached the Demigod realm before—shouldn’t she have been the first to die?

The ancient secret realm had opened, and Jun Xueyi did indeed reach the Demigod realm.

With Demigod cultivation, those chosen as the first to be sacrificed by the heavens shouldn’t be so at ease. Even if not dead, they should be forced into seclusion until the end of their fate.

Lang Yue thought it over for a long time before suddenly realizing.

The problem must lie with Jun Xueyi.

Jun Xueyi did not absorb the power bestowed upon him by heaven and earth!

His expression instantly twisted.

After all this, it’s still that good-for-nothing Jun Xueyi holding everyone back.

He succeeded once before, yet this time he refuses to follow the destined path. And then there’s Chu Ji—an even bigger trouble. He emerged early, and to make matters worse, he actually killed Jun Xueyi once.

Causing everything to throw everything into chaos.

They all deserve to die.

Lang Yue breathed heavily, staring at the newcomer.

The happiest people present were the four members of the Linshui Sect.

They hadn’t brought any other disciples; only these four came along.

Lin Xu and Lin Yun said simultaneously, "Aunt."

The woman in white, Lin Xun, stood on her sword and yanked Lin Xu and Lin Yun into the demon palace.

Grown-up business—kids, scram.

When Lin Xun married the Demon Lord, Lin Xu was only twelve and Lin Yun was only seven. Their memories of her were still from back then, and now, caught off guard, they were tossed right over the high walls.

Even if they had been prepared, it wouldn’t have helped—it would only have made their landing a little less clumsy.

The two stood up and looked down from the city walls.

They saw their aunt standing on her sword, asked casually, "Old comrades, how dare you come to kill people right on my turf, Lin Xun’s turf?"

"My children are still young. If you have any matters, take it up with me."

Everyone fell silent.

Some wanted to ask if Lin Xun intended to side with evil, but recalling how she had once sliced their clothes clean off with a single sword strike, no one dared to speak up.

In the past, many admired Lin Xun, but even more hated and feared her.

After a long while, the Clear Wind Sect Leader managed to speak. "You... how have you been all these years?"

Lin Xun scoffed at this. "Weren’t you yelling your head off just now when activating the formation? Can’t you see how I am?"

"Over twenty years without seeing you, and you’re still as pathetic as ever."

Back then, he didn’t dare confess his feelings, yet used the excuse that she had been seduced by demons to take it out on Chu Ji’s father.

A pathetic coward—too afraid to speak his mind openly, yet endlessly inventing excuses.

The Clear Wind Sect Leader was at a loss for words.

Lin Xun grew impatient. "What is this about? Speak."

"Or have you all have a death wish?"

One person blurted out, "Even if you are an Immortal Venerable, do you think you can kill all of us?"

Lin Xun rolled her eyes and called out, "Xiao Lü."

A green bird flew into the sky and let out a long cry, and tens of thousands of Demon Guards, with cultivation near the Clear Wind Sect Leader’s, appeared out of thin air.

The demonic aura from the guards surged like a tidal wave.

Disciples with slightly weaker cultivation instantly felt suffocated.

In the past, the demons were not united.

But after Chu Ji was born, the ancient demon blood submitted to him, and the Demon Guard of the demon palace grew in number.

To some extent, the demons are simple-minded—bloodline determines everything.

Previously, no one bowed to another, and there were many self-proclaimed demon kings. The first to break this deadlock was Chu Ji’s father, who broke the stalemate and declared himself the Demon Lord.

The master of all demons.

Later, these demons willingly acknowledged the Demon Lord’s existence because of Chu Ji.

Strictly speaking, all demons only submit to Chu Ji, the Little Demon Lord. The Great Demon Lord made them fear him with his fists.

Of course, she, too, earned fear with her sword.

Lin Xun looked at this crowd of over a thousand people. She had always found it annoying to talk to them—they never got to the point, talking in circles, spouting morals, making their actions seem noble, insisting on having a just cause, and making sure it appeared as though others were at fault while they were merely forced to act.

Those who were truly forced to act would have taken action long ago—they wouldn’t have time to proclaim to everyone that they’re righteous.

How annoying.

"If you don't speak, you die." Lin Xun raised her sword.

Sect Leader Lin coughed abruptly.

Yin Xu also coughed. Compared to Lin Xun's temperament, they genuinely thought Chu Ji was very obedient.

Lin Xun tsked, and pointed her sword at Qingfeng Sect Leader. "What's this about?"

Qingfeng Sect Leader remained silent for a moment before explaining the situation.

Lin Xun looked at him in disbelief. "Are you saying my child learned to look for a cultivation partner? And captured your disciple?"

Sect Leader Lin coughed twice again upon hearing this—was that really the point?

Lin Xun put away her sword.

She had been in seclusion for too long, so long that she missed witnessing Chu Ji’s growth up to now.

Still, she looked at Qingfeng Sect Leader and asked the one thing she most wanted to know: "Is your disciple as good-looking as a celestial being?"

Otherwise, why would Chu Ji take him?

It can't actually be just for cultivation, right?

Sect Leader Lin had coughed enough.

Yin Xu spoke leisurely, "He’s quite good-looking, more handsome than Xu'er."

Lin Xu on the city wall: "?"

The others watched the few who were now chatting and laughing. They felt anger but didn’t dare show it.

Without a leader, no one wanted to be the first to make a move.

Lin Xun looked at these people. "Let's go."

Qingfeng Sect Leader asked urgently, "Where to?"

Lin Yun said coldly, "To find your disciple."

She was one hundred percent certain there was something off about this situation. She was sure that disciple named Jun Xueyi was the one who developed feelings first.

She didn’t know Jun Xueyi, but she knew her own child.

If it weren’t for that, Chu Ji wouldn’t understand romance, and without understanding, he wouldn’t have captured someone.

Moreover, based on the few incidents this person mentioned, Jun Xueyi wasn't blameless in any of them.

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