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The title “Young Master Chen” was one Chen Yixin himself had asked them to use.

He no longer possessed even the slightest cultivation and could no longer be considered part of the cultivation world. Though this journey was technically his marriage into the Demon Palace, he and the Li Kui Demon Lord had yet to hold any dual cultivation ceremony. Calling him “Demon Consort” would therefore be inappropriate. “Young Master” was barely suitable enough.

“Young Master Chen’s health is weak…” Nan Ke explained again.

Chen Yixin absolutely could not endure hunger. Even if a meal was delayed only slightly, he would cough up blood for half the day, frightening them half to death as though he might suddenly cough himself to death at any moment.

Moreover, Chen Yixin’s body was extremely frail, with no resilience whatsoever. Forget medicinal pills—even slightly precious medicinal ingredients from the mortal world were too much for him to withstand.

After one lesson, then another, the demon guards’ discipline had slowly turned it into a conditioned reflex.

The moment Chen Yixin said he was hungry, all sixteen demon guards could immediately start cooking anywhere, anytime.

Dressed in black, Wenren Li resembled a mass of dark mist under the evening sunlight, as though he could dissipate at any moment.

His physique was just as tall and imposing as his demon guards’, yet he lacked their bulky ruggedness. His eyes were far too cold and vicious—one glance was enough to identify him as someone of the demonic path.

Even cultivators at the same level as him, before they could properly take in his appearance, would first see endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, boundless slaughter that made their hearts tremble.

After long enough, who would still care whether Wenren Li was handsome or ugly?

Chen Yixin opened his eyes and carefully stared at Wenren Li’s profile for quite some time before blinking lightly.

Even he did not understand his current state of mind. It felt as though there was nothing left in heaven or earth capable of making him care or fear anymore.

“I’m hungry.”

Chen Yixin honestly voiced the most urgent need he currently had.

Hearing this, Wenren Li turned around and met Chen Yixin’s gaze.

He nodded.

Immediately afterward, Nan Ke entered carrying a bowl of porridge.

Only then did Chen Yixin realize that he was no longer inside the bridal sedan chair. Instead, he had arrived in a palace dominated by dark crimson tones.

That made the identity of the dangerous yet beautiful man before him completely obvious.

Nan Ke placed the bowl of firefruit porridge on the bedside table and silently withdrew from the sleeping chambers.

Wenren Li remained seated, his gaze resting on Chen Yixin as though pondering something. Yet Chen Yixin had no way of tracing the source of that contemplation.

The Li Kui Demon Lord and himself existed on entirely different levels. They should never have had any connection.

Chen Yixin’s health worsening day by day was an undeniable fact.

After attempting to sit up slightly by himself, he gave up.

“I’m tired. Will you feed me?”

“If you refuse—”

The rest of his sentence became unnecessary.

Wenren Li leaned forward and helped him up.

Once supported upright, a cloud-like mass of Weaving Cloud appeared behind Chen Yixin’s back. Half reclining against it felt incomparably comfortable.

“This is Weaving Cloud, isn’t it? So comfortable.”

He had once obtained some Weaving Cloud before, though only enough to make a pillow. Having such a large mass supporting him freely was something he had never experienced.

As Chen Yixin spoke, he carefully examined Wenren Li again.

This person clearly seemed the sort who enjoyed luxurious comforts. If Chen Yixin could at least enjoy himself before death by following him, then this exhausting journey from north to south would have been worthwhile after all.

Wenren Li glanced at the smiling Chen Yixin before lifting the bowl of firefruit porridge.

Scooping up a spoonful, he brought it to Chen Yixin’s lips, where it was obediently accepted.

Chen Yixin savored it carefully before his smile gained a bit more sincerity.

“The taste is quite good… Cough.”

Casually grabbing a cloth, Chen Yixin covered his lips and coughed lightly.

Blood quickly soaked through the fabric, staining even his fingers crimson. Snow-white hands dyed red with blood created an almost startling contrast.

Chen Yixin himself did not care about coughing blood.

But he was naturally obsessed with cleanliness. Even if the blood was his own, he could not tolerate having it stain his hands.

He tugged lightly on Wenren Li’s robes again.

“I want to wash my hands. If there’s somewhere I can bathe and cleanse myself as well, that would be even better.”

Wenren Li looked first at Chen Yixin’s hands, then at the outer robe stained with blood from being grabbed during the coughing fit.

Finally, he spoke.

“Drink the porridge first.”

Chen Yixin frowned again.

Still, one had to bow under another’s roof. Nan Ke and the others feared he would cough himself to death on the journey, but the person before him clearly might not care.

Chen Yixin nodded lightly in reluctant agreement.

However, his hand remained clutching Wenren Li’s robe.

If his own hands were dirty now, then Wenren Li shouldn’t expect to stay clean either.

That small bowl of porridge took an entire hour for Wenren Li to feed him.

Chen Yixin truly was not intentionally tormenting him. His current body simply required him to eat that slowly.

Besides, he had secretly been waiting for Wenren Li to lose patience and leave.

Unexpectedly, Wenren Li’s patience was astonishingly good, completely unlike the violent, bloodthirsty demonic cultivators Chen Yixin had encountered before.

“I want to wash my hands. And bathe.”

Since Wenren Li was patient, Chen Yixin became even less willing to mistreat himself.

Though he had regained a little strength, he still did not want to move. He had expected Wenren Li to simply teleport him into the bath with a spell.

Yet this Demon Lord truly was strange.

Rather than using an efficient transportation spell, he personally picked Chen Yixin up in his arms.

Though Chen Yixin fully accepted his title as Taixuan’s greatest beauty, the number of people ever permitted close to him could be counted on one hand.

Being carried like this inevitably made him stare at Wenren Li’s face several more times.

Chen Yixin admitted that he himself was prettier than many women. Being treated like one by lustful men had happened more than once or twice.

Yet he saw none of that same look in Wenren Li’s expression.

Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Chen Yixin poked Wenren Li’s chest in dissatisfaction and even gently instructed him on the proper way to carry someone—until it finally became comfortable enough for his standards.

“Loosen your right hand slightly. Yes, like that…”

By the time they reached the Demon Palace baths, Chen Yixin was finally satisfied.

He lightly patted Wenren Li’s shoulder.

“Teachable.”

Wenren Li nodded calmly.

Despite maintaining a blank expression the entire journey, he actually accepted Chen Yixin’s utterly insincere praise.

Meanwhile, Wenren Li carrying Chen Yixin through the Demon Palace had already stunned countless demon guards.

Rumors that the Demon Lord and Young Master Chen were deeply affectionate rapidly spread throughout the palace.

Taixuan’s number one beauty truly lived up to his reputation.

Even their cold and ruthless Demon Lord could not escape a beauty’s snare.

Mist curled through the air while spiritual energy overflowed.

The bath was built around a spiritual spring source. Wenren Li placed Chen Yixin upon a floating mass of Weaving Cloud, waved away the nearby demon guards, then dripped two drops of medicinal liquid and tossed in several spiritual herbs and materials.

The bath’s spiritual aura instantly became restrained, turning plain and unremarkable.

With another gesture from Wenren Li, the Weaving Cloud carrying Chen Yixin floated closer to him.

He lifted Chen Yixin’s hand and scooped up water to carefully wash away the bloodstains.

Chen Yixin pressed his lips together slightly.

He had lived for over a hundred years. Even if cultivation occupied most of his life, there were still things he understood.

Naturally, he knew why he had been brought to the Demon Palace.

In name, the person before him was his Dao companion. Even if Wenren Li demanded intimacy from him, it would not be unreasonable.

“My health is poor. If we do that… I really will die.”

Even if he had less than ten years left to live, he still wanted to keep living—and live as comfortably as possible.

Who knew what might happen before the very end?

“I don’t want to die…”

Chen Yixin raised his eyes to meet Wenren Li’s utterly calm gaze, emphasizing the point with complete seriousness.

Yet Wenren Li’s movements removing his clothes did not slow in the slightest.

“Would you rather my demon guards undress you?”

Chen Yixin immediately shook his head.

He could barely tolerate even his own blood, much less allow those people near his body.

He did not particularly like Wenren Li either.

But the aura surrounding Wenren Li instinctively made him feel danger. Even if he disliked him greatly, he still restrained himself from showing it openly.

Chen Yixin widened his eyes, yet made no attempt to resist.

He truly did not want this Soul Transformation great demon pressing him to death with a single finger.

Gradually, however, his glare transformed into disdain.

If Wenren Li insisted on undressing him, then at least he ought to be more skilled at it.

Being this clumsy was honestly irritating.

“The inner robes still have hidden clasps that haven’t been undone…”

Chen Yixin glanced sideways at Wenren Li.

His robes half-opened, he naturally exuded seductive charm. Someone with weaker self-control might have already turned into a beast from that single glance alone.

Yet Wenren Li merely lifted his gaze briefly before lowering his head to find and undo the hidden clasps.

Then he picked Chen Yixin up and lowered him into the spiritual spring.

Completely naked in Wenren Li’s arms, Chen Yixin’s eyes widened again.

Yet just as before, he possessed no ability to resist.

Wenren Li followed him into the bath as well. Weaving Cloud surrounded them, while dense mist concealed everything around them.

Apart from Wenren Li, Chen Yixin could see nothing else.

Still, Chen Yixin gradually realized that Wenren Li had no deliberate intention of taking advantage of him.

Though objectively speaking, he had already taken quite a bit of advantage.

The spiritual spring carried a faint burning warmth, yet it soothed the constant pain tormenting Chen Yixin’s dantian and soul.

Wenren Li had entered the bath to continue treating him.

Once he understood that, Chen Yixin stopped bothering to remain guarded.

The more attention he paid outwardly, the more the pain gnawed at his mind.

No longer bothering to instruct Wenren Li on the proper way to support him, Chen Yixin instead shifted closer on his own until he leaned comfortably against Wenren Li’s chest, finding the perfect position himself.

Using a Soul Transformation great demon as a pillow was hardly a loss for him.

After a while, Chen Yixin slowly closed his eyes.

Just before drifting into sleep, he still remembered to remind Wenren Li:

“You’re not allowed to take back the Weaving Cloud. I want to use it as a blanket.”

Wenren Li’s throat bobbed slightly.

His gaze lowered slowly onto Chen Yixin’s completely defenseless face.

The cold viciousness in his eyes softened for an instant before vanishing again as though it had never appeared.

Half asleep, Chen Yixin vaguely heard a quiet “Mm.”

Inwardly, he mocked this exceedingly strange Demon Lord once again before finally relaxing into the rare comfort and falling asleep.

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