Wenren Li was momentarily stunned as Chen Yixin continued touching him here and there. Then Chen Yixin’s eyes curved into a smile before he leaned forward and took a bite at Wenren Li’s cheek, as if nibbling affectionately.
Immediately afterward he wrapped all four limbs around him, hugging him tightly.
“A-Li is mine.”
The ancient being Wenren Li—who had lived for thirty thousand years—belonged to him, Chen Yixin.
Chen Yixin’s lips curved slightly. The smile he wore was restrained, almost reserved—but this was the very expression he always showed when he had picked up a priceless treasure. The more restrained the smile, the greater the joy hidden beneath it.
Wenren Li blinked softly.
This time he didn’t need Chen Yixin to tempt him with rewards.
He smiled on his own.
It was a faint smile, yet utterly genuine.
He leaned forward until his cheek touched Chen Yixin’s and said with quiet sincerity,
“I belong to A-Rong.”
Chen Yixin could no longer keep up his composed demeanor. Leaning against Wenren Li, he let out a series of delighted chuckles.
“Hehehe…”
He was so happy he could hardly contain himself.
Wenren Li’s expression softened even further at Chen Yixin’s laughter. His hand moved beneath Chen Yixin’s thigh and gently lifted him up in one smooth motion before carrying him toward the bedchamber.
Chen Yixin was laid down upon the bed.
Only when his gaze met Wenren Li’s again did he suddenly realize where he had been carried.
Even so, his arms and legs remained firmly wrapped around Wenren Li’s body.
“A-Rong must keep his word.”
“Of course I will,” Chen Yixin replied with a nod.
His hand slipped around Wenren Li’s neck, drawing him closer until their noses lightly brushed together.
Wenren Li’s pupils widened slightly.
Chen Yixin’s lips curled upward—and he leaned forward to kiss Wenren Li’s lips.
At first it was just a light peck.
Finding no particular taste, Chen Yixin parted his lips slightly and extended his tongue, gently licking Wenren Li’s lips.
There was a faint freshness to them—like the scent of grasses and trees.
Clean.
Pleasant.
Strangely addictive.
“A-Rong…”
Wenren Li murmured softly.
The heat within his eyes slowly ignited.
Yet at the same time his body grew increasingly stiff. In Chen Yixin’s embrace he felt almost like a rigid tree branch.
Chen Yixin, who had been flirting so naturally a moment ago, suddenly felt his ears redden at that quiet call.
“Close your eyes,” he demanded.
Wenren Li obediently shut them.
But Chen Yixin had forgotten one important thing.
As a Soul Transformation cultivator, Wenren Li possessed divine spiritual awareness. Within the entire Chaotic Demon City, nothing could escape his perception.
Suppressing the excited pounding of his heart, Chen Yixin leaned forward again and kissed him.
“If A-Li smiles, then I will kiss you when we return.”
These were the words Chen Yixin had whispered beside Wenren Li’s ear earlier in the Immortal Market.
Wenren Li had shown him that smile.
Naturally, Chen Yixin intended to keep his promise.
His tongue slipped between Wenren Li’s lips again, licking softly before accidentally tangling with Wenren Li’s tongue.
Both of their bodies trembled slightly.
Chen Yixin opened his eyes, trying to regain control over his runaway heartbeat.
He hurried to withdraw—
Yet Wenren Li, who had been quietly allowing the kiss until now, suddenly pursued him instead.
The battlefield of their lingering kiss shifted from Wenren Li’s mouth to Chen Yixin’s.
After all, one should never underestimate the learning ability of an ancient being who had lived for thirty thousand years.
He imitated Chen Yixin’s earlier movements, carefully observing Chen Yixin’s reactions as he experimented.
Light licking.
Gentle entangling.
Tongues moving together in a slow dance.
“Mm… hn…”
Soft, fragmented sounds escaped Chen Yixin’s nose—half discomfort, half something else entirely.
Wenren Li did not need to breathe.
Chen Yixin, however, did.
And the kiss had lasted far too long.
His lips and tongue had begun to grow numb.
Even worse, that numbness spread through his entire body, causing certain unavoidable reactions.
What Chen Yixin did not know was that outside the bedchamber, the palace grounds were already in chaos.
Influenced by Wenren Li’s surging aura, the vegetation within the palace began growing wildly.
Grass sprouted rapidly.
Flowers burst into bloom—even from cracks between the jade bricks.
Centered around the bedchamber, lush greenery spread outward like a living tide.
“Alright… A-Li…”
Chen Yixin finally forced himself to pull away.
“Stop kissing… they’ll get ruined…”
His eyes were hazy, cheeks flushed red, and lips bright with color.
He looked utterly intoxicated.
This outcome had never crossed his mind when he had initiated the kiss.
He had fallen far deeper than he ever expected.
Wenren Li’s breathing remained steady, but the fire in his eyes blazed fiercely.
Lowering his head, he gently licked Chen Yixin’s lips again. The redness left by the kiss faded immediately.
“They’re not ruined.”
Chen Yixin touched his lips experimentally, then glanced suspiciously at Wenren Li before patting the Weaving Cloud bedding beside him.
Wenren Li stared at Chen Yixin’s lips for a moment longer before lying down beside him.
He was clearly not yet satisfied with their kiss.
Chen Yixin lay nestled in Wenren Li’s embrace without protest.
His hands and legs draped comfortably across Wenren Li’s body as he slowly recovered from the lingering stimulation of their kiss.
After thinking about something for a moment, his eyes widened slightly.
“Am I… the first living being you’ve ever liked?”
After all, Taixuan contained far more than human cultivators.
There were also the beautiful and enchanting Demon Clan, the Sea Clan, and even the rarely seen ancient spirit races.
Wenren Li had lived for thirty thousand years.
To Chen Yixin—who had only lived a little over a hundred—that span of time was unimaginable.
Even the Jade Cauldron Sect had only existed for seven thousand years.
When Wenren Li was born, the sect hadn’t even existed.
The world had changed countless times since then.
Mountains and seas had transformed.
Chen Yixin himself didn’t quite understand why the thought bothered him.
Wenren Li gently stroked Chen Yixin’s cheek.
Then he nodded.
“Yes.”
“I only like A-Rong.”
In the past.
In the present.
And in the future.
It would never change.
“For three thousand years I was an infant.”
“For another three thousand, a child.”
“Another three thousand, a youth.”
“Nearly ten thousand years passed before I finally advanced from Qi Refinement into Foundation Establishment.”
And from that moment onward, Wenren Li’s appearance had never changed again.
Within his sea of consciousness, the spiritual seed remained nothing more than a tiny sapling.
His Soul Transformation cultivation had been built purely through the accumulation of time.
Chen Yixin felt a faint ache in his heart.
He felt… pity.
Wenren Li’s personality today might partly stem from his demonic bloodline.
But more than that, it was shaped by his experiences.
Three thousand years as an infant.
Three thousand as a child.
Immortal yet unaging, wandering the mortal world.
Sometimes treated as a demon.
Sometimes revered as an immortal.
Neither experience was pleasant.
His emotional detachment was simply a defense formed after enduring countless hardships.
“You were born with a demonic embryo,” Chen Yixin said thoughtfully.
“So the problem can’t be talent… Is it because Taixuan lacks cultivation techniques suitable for you?”
He had struck directly at the truth of Wenren Li’s predicament over the last twenty thousand years.
“Yes.”
Wenren Li nodded calmly.
Yet his hand remained gently cupping Chen Yixin’s cheek.
He had grown increasingly fond of this kind of touch.
“I traveled many places and learned many things. Five thousand years ago, I settled in the Li Kui Domain of the Southern Territory.”
Back then the region had not yet been called the Li Kui Domain.
At that time the demonic path was not divided into ten territories.
There had only been one Demon Emperor—and Wenren Li, an uninvolved Demon Lord who rarely interfered.
Later, the Demon Emperor was ambushed by the Sect Master of the Supreme Sect.
Both perished in the Sea of Infinity.
Chaos swept through the demonic world.
It was Wenren Li who personally selected several rulers, gradually forming the present structure of Ten Domains and Ten Demon Lords.
Chen Yixin nodded to show he understood.
Then he lifted his chin and lightly kissed Wenren Li’s lips again.
His eyes curved into a smile.
“I’ll cultivate diligently… and stay with A-Li forever.”
When Chen Yixin said those words, his heart was already certain.
From now on, revenge was no longer the purpose of his life.
Wenren Li was.
Even reaching the peak of cultivation was no longer for immortality.
It was simply so he could remain with the one he loved… forever.
“Mm.”
Wenren Li nodded.
His finger touched lightly beneath Chen Yixin’s chin.
Chen Yixin leaned forward again.
The gentle kiss slowly deepened, growing more intense and increasingly difficult to restrain.
Outside the bedchamber, Wu Fei, Nan Ke, and the others had just finished clearing away one wave of wildly growing vegetation.
Only to watch helplessly as another wave grew even more ferociously than before.
They wiped sweat that didn’t exist from their foreheads.
Then the overgrown plants squeezed them all into a corner, leaving them staring blankly at the scene.
Half an hour later, the doors of the bedchamber finally opened.
Wenren Li emerged, holding Chen Yixin’s hand.
Both of them paused in surprise at the sight before them.
Wenren Li raised his hand, intending to sweep away the plants—
But Chen Yixin stopped him.
He simply led Wenren Li forward.
The dense plants that had forced Wu Fei and the others into the corner immediately bent low upon encountering Wenren Li, parting obediently to both sides.
“A-Li only makes them grow like this when he’s happy, right?”
Compared to earlier at the Demon Palace, the only difference today was their two overly lingering kisses.
Chen Yixin had been utterly flustered.
Wenren Li, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm.
Now Chen Yixin realized—
This was how Wenren Li’s happiness manifested.
Wenren Li glanced at the flowers, then at Chen Yixin’s lips—whose color looked even brighter than usual.
A trace of shyness appeared as he nodded.
“Mm.”
Chen Yixin laughed even more happily.
He plucked a flower and held it up.
“What flower is this?”
“Moonlight Blossom,” Wenren Li replied.
“It’s also called Moonlight Grass. It gathers moonlight naturally and glows during crescent and waning moon nights. The demon clans are especially fond of it. It’s also used as an auxiliary ingredient in spirit pills such as the Qingling Pill.”
During his long life, although Wenren Li could not cultivate normally, he had learned many other things.
Alchemy was one of them.
He was also one of the few remaining physician cultivators in the world.
Otherwise Chen Yixin’s injuries could not have healed so quickly.
“A-Li is amazing,” Chen Yixin praised.
Then he pulled Wenren Li along, asking him to introduce every plant that had grown wildly in the courtyard.
Only after that did Wu Fei and the others begin clearing them away again.
Later, Chen Yixin and Wenren Li attended a banquet hosted by the Black Feather Demon Lord next door.
Aside from the Tyrant Blood Demon Lord and the Demon Lord You Ruo—who had not yet arrived in Chaotic Demon City—the other Demon Lords were all present.
Before today, however, no banquet had ever gathered so many Demon Lords at once.
“Greetings, Demon Lord. Greetings, Demon Consort.”
After Wenren Li and Chen Yixin took their seats, even the Black Feather Demon Lord seated at the head respectfully greeted them.
Wenren Li gave a slight nod before the others dared sit down.
With a wave of his hand, the Black Feather Demon Lord ordered the servants to fill the tables with wine and delicacies.
Wenren Li turned his head to watch Chen Yixin happily eating before finally glancing toward the other Demon Lords, whose expressions carried faint caution.
“I want Duoduo Fruits that are over ten thousand years old.”
“Everything you have in your storage rings.”
“And everything stored in your demon palaces.”
“I want it all.”
His tone was calm.
But the meaning behind his words was utterly domineering.
He intended to take not only the treasures they carried with them—but also those hidden within their personal vaults.
Chen Yixin stuffed another fruit into his mouth and chewed contentedly while observing the various expressions around the table.
His face remained perfectly composed.
But if he had possessed a tail…
It would have been wagging wildly with delight.
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