Chapter 9: So Sister’s Heart Belongs to Another
After those seven days, Lou Yunxiao touched the threshold of Dual Cultivation of Dao and Demon, and the road ahead became much easier.
Entering the Demon Soul River again, he was no longer without any power to resist.
Later on, he could even chase after the screaming Demon Souls like Ning Ke teased them, chasing them and then mercilessly devouring the Demon Souls into his body, transforming them into his own power.
If the Demon Souls had intelligence, they would definitely curse Ning Ke and Lou Yunxiao in unison: You pair of sneaky bastards!
The river water he could freeze and boil expanded from the initial one li, to two li, three li…
So much so that for a long period, Ning Ke either saw human-faced fish in the ice layer or watched human-faced fish floating belly up from the boiling water.
It was truly… quite disgusting.
Lou Yunxiao used the Demon Soul River to temper his demonic energy, chasing Demon Souls around, but once he got on shore, he would be beaten like a dog by Ning Ke holding a wooden sword.
This made Lou Yunxiao suspect for a time that the sword techniques he had learned for ten years were child’s play.
In front of Sister, they were useless; he could only take a beating.
Little did he know, this was all Ning Ke’s bad taste.
When powerful elders in other families taught children, they knew to protect the child’s self-esteem and go easy on them from time to time.
But with Ning Ke, he enjoyed the awesome strength of this body too much.
In this first stage of the mission, with just him and the male lead in this godforsaken Demon Abyss, having only this one opponent to practice on, how could he possibly go easy?
Minutes later, he abused Lou Yunxiaoāwho already had his strength sharply reduced due to blindnessāuntil he was swaying, having to use the tip of his sword to prop himself up to keep from falling.
“Sister…” The boy looked in his direction and finally couldn’t resist asking, “Which sect’s sword cultivator are you?”
In his memory, he had seen many powerful figures of the Human Race, but he had never known a female sword cultivator to be this formidable.
Over there, Ning Ke was still imitating the heroes in wuxia novels, twirling sword flowers out of boredom.
Hearing this, he stopped playing with the sword and carefully thought about what exactly the big villain cultivated.
After a long while, he answered slowly, “I probably, possibly, am not a sword cultivator.”
Not a sword cultivator and yet this powerful?
Does she want to let others live?
Lou Yunxiao’s brain buzzed. He felt like he had taken ten thousand points of damage. He asked again, “Then Sister, you are…”
“I’m probably a Body Cultivator?” Ning Ke counted on his fingers. “I might also know a bit of alchemy. Using a sword is too heavy; generally, I rarely use a sword.”
The Demon Race basically all possessed powerful physiques far surpassing the Human Race.
So it wasn’t an exaggeration to say this ten-thousand-year-old fox spirit was a Body Cultivator.
And since he possessed Fox Fire, he had unknowingly learned alchemy during the long years.
Plus, with the villain’s nature of loving beauty, generally, he wouldn’t use a sword when he could avoid it, disliking that thing for being too heavy and feeling that his small fan was more exquisite and elegant. So Ning Ke saying this wasn’t wrong at all.
Lou Yunxiao: “…”
His hand holding the sword trembled, and he almost stumbled to the ground.
At this moment, he truly understood the phrase the Sect Master used to say: There are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens.
This sister of his, once out of the Demon Abyss, would probably dominate the major sects and be an existence those mighty figures dared not provoke.
But on second thought, he asked again, “Then Sister, why did you come to the Demon Realm?”
At first, Lou Yunxiao thought the one who saved him was a Demon, but after spending time together, he found not a trace of demonic energy on Sister. However, he also didn’t sense any Daoist spiritual energy or Demon Race (Yao) aura from Ning Ke.
He subconsciously assumed Ning Ke was Human, and for such a Humanāand such a powerful one at thatāit was impossible not to have a clan to manage or support behind her.
So, for Ning Ke to stay in the Demon Abyss where spiritual energy was scarce all year round was in itself an extremely illogical thing.
“Because…” Ning Ke smacked his lips twice and asked System Xiao Yuan in his consciousness: Xiao Yuan, work to do. The kid is asking why I’m staying in the Demon Abyss. How should I answer?
I can’t just say I’m waiting to save him and then scam the mission item off him, right?
[Oh my, that’s simple.] Xiao Yuan rolled her eyes and gave him a tip: [Just say you are here waiting for the person you love. That will also dispel any improper thoughts he might have about you. Killing two birds with one stone.]
Ning Ke was silent for two seconds, then gave Xiao Yuan a thumbs up in his heart: High level, Xiao Yuan. You understand dogblood drama.
Thus, Ning Ke let the long sword hang down, waved his hand to cover his face, and put on a lonely look.
But a second later, remembering Lou Yunxiao couldn’t see, he reverted to his indifferent face, only his voice became tinged with huskiness and dejection.
He spoke melodramatically: “Actually, there is someone living in my heart.”
“He was once possessed by a Demon, and his whereabouts became unknown afterward. I guard the Demon Abyss to wait for him to return.”
“…” This was the first time Lou Yunxiao had heard Ning Ke speak in such a tone, full of fragility, making one feel pity and heartache.
And in this moment, he finally realized that Sister really wasn’t someone he could covet.
So… her heart already belonged to another.
“Sister, I didn’t mean to ask.” The boy gripped his sword hilt tightly. His slightly thin body stood straight in the blowing yin wind of the Demon Abyss, yet revealed a hint of desolation.
“I’m sorry to have hurt you.”
“But I believe that lovers will eventually be together. You will wait until that person comes one day.”
Over here, Ning Ke was still telling Xiao Yuan that fortunately, Lou Yunxiao couldn’t see his expression, otherwise he would have had to fake cry.
Hearing these words, he hurriedly sighed weakly, “Mm, I’ll take your auspicious words.”
After speaking, he stood up, swung the wooden sword again, and asked Lou Yunxiao, “Shall we spar today?”
But he saw that for the first time, the boy had lost interest in cultivation. He shook his head, and despite trying hard to control his expression, he only managed to squeeze out a bitter smile. He said to him, “No, Sister.”
“It’s getting late, you go rest quickly. I’ll absorb demonic energy in the Demon Soul River tonight and practice again tomorrow.”
After speaking, he turned around. Without waiting for Ning Ke to say anything else, he jumped into the river with a splash. That desolate postureāif one didn’t know better, they’d think he was committing suicide for love.
Ning Ke: “…”
He couldn’t help but mention: “Xiao Yuan, is he…”
Xiao Yuan used the tone of someone who had seen it all: [Don’t ask. Asking just means he’s heartbroken; they’re all like this.]
[Let him be.]
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