Chen Yixin seemed to sense something in his sleep. He tilted his head and rubbed lightly against Wenren Li before shifting his sleeping position. In the next moment, he had rested his head directly against Wenren Li’s chest and shoulder, wrapping his arms and legs around him as though clinging to him entirely.
The posture was both clingy and domineering.
A faint blush crept onto Wenren Li’s cheeks. Yet the gaze he cast upon Chen Yixin grew even gentler. Raising a hand, he lightly stroked the back of Chen Yixin’s neck.
“A-Rong’s sleeping posture really hasn’t changed at all…” he murmured, his tone helpless yet indulgent.
He continued to stroke him for a while longer before closing his eyes. As sleep gradually overtook him, his mind settled into a tranquility he had never felt before.
“A-Rong… A-Rong…”
Chen Yixin’s eyes suddenly snapped open.
His gaze swept across the surroundings. Aside from Wenren Li, who was still asleep beside him, there was no one else present. The sorrowful voice that had called his name moments ago clearly had not come from Wenren Li.
His heart calmed slightly just as Wenren Li also opened his eyes.
“Did A-Rong have a nightmare?” Wenren Li asked softly.
He gently smoothed Chen Yixin’s hair, letting a thread of spiritual energy seep into him to soothe the agitation stirring within Chen Yixin’s soul.
Chen Yixin shook his head.
“Not really…”
A dream was only a dream. Even the sensation of that voice was already fading. There was no point dwelling on it.
He smiled faintly, then leaned forward and lightly pecked Wenren Li on the lips before preparing to sit up.
But within Chen Yixin’s line of sight, Wenren Li’s gaze turned slightly shy. Reaching out, he tugged gently at Chen Yixin’s hand.
“A-Rong can keep kissing…” he said quietly.
However many times—he was willing.
Wenren Li clearly thought Chen Yixin had kissed him too little.
A smile spread from Chen Yixin’s lips to the corners of his eyes. He leaned closer again, lowering his voice.
“Are you sure you want that?”
Wenren Li lifted his gaze and nodded earnestly. His eyes drifted down to Chen Yixin’s lips—and his usually faint heartbeat suddenly quickened.
Outside the bedchamber, Wu Fei and Nan Ke looked helplessly at the vegetation in the courtyard, which had begun to stir and grow wildly again.
…It seemed their daily chores would now include cutting grass and trimming trees.
Chen Yixin did not move closer again—but when Wenren Li leaned forward, he did not avoid him either.
Their lips slowly met.
A smile curled again at Chen Yixin’s mouth. He pushed Wenren Li lightly before flipping over and straddling him.
“Then I’ll kiss A-Li properly…”
With that, he bent down and captured Wenren Li’s lips again.
This time it was no fleeting touch.
The kiss grew deep, lingering, and entangled.
Their heartbeats sped up. Their breathing grew uneven.
Just like the spiritual thread of Wenren Li’s life-soul that was entwined tightly with his own.
“Mm… ah…”
A soft, unfamiliar sound slipped from Chen Yixin’s breath.
All his strength seemed to drain away in that kiss.
Finally he pulled back, his lips flushed red from kissing. Collapsing against Wenren Li’s chest, he continued breathing heavily.
He was the one taking advantage of Wenren Li, yet somehow all the reactions were showing on his own body.
Using soul power to interfere like this—
Wenren Li was completely cheating.
As if remembering something, Chen Yixin suddenly jumped off the bed and rushed to the window, pushing it open.
Outside the hall, plants had indeed grown wildly everywhere.
Chen Yixin laughed.
Only then did his heart feel somewhat balanced again.
Wenren Li walked over and watched Chen Yixin smiling so happily. He smiled as well.
With a wave of his hand, the overgrown plants dissolved into countless pale green motes of light. The motes gathered together toward him, and within two breaths, they condensed into a single emerald bead.
Wenren Li placed the bead in Chen Yixin’s palm.
“A-Rong can play with this for now.”
“Alright.”
Chen Yixin squeezed the bead, smiling brightly at him again.
Although the plants’ essence had been extracted, their withered remains still littered the courtyard. Wu Fei and Nan Ke’s cleaning work was unavoidable.
After breakfast, Wenren Li went to the alchemy room while Chen Yixin practiced calligraphy in the study.
Once he finished writing, he practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard.
For several days, their routine remained like this—until two Demon Lords finally arrived: You Ruo and Ba Xue.
Among the Ten Demon Lords of the Southern Realm, Wenren Li was not the only one with a dao companion.
But he was the only one who kept his partner constantly by his side.
Even for this meeting to discuss cooperation, he had brought Chen Yixin along.
The Ten Demon Lords ruled their own territories independently. Conflicts over interests were common, and the grudges between their disciples were numerous.
Completely setting aside hostility to cooperate—even Wenren Li could not accomplish such a thing.
To the outside world, the Li Kui Demon Palace was like a hidden treasury in the mortal realm, filled with treasures and cultivation techniques.
The demonic path feared no taboos. If the orthodox sects secretly set a trap and joined forces to eliminate him, it would not be impossible.
After three large and small meetings, no conclusion had been reached.
However, Wenren Li had managed to exchange quite a few treasures with Ba Xue.
As for You Ruo, the Soul Transformation Demon Lord who had only risen in the last hundred years—Wenren Li had not sought her out.
“Hmph!”
Chen Yixin snorted coldly and dragged Wenren Li back toward their palace.
That You Ruo had treated him like he didn’t exist—flirting openly with Wenren Li right in front of him.
“What’s wrong, A-Rong?” Wenren Li asked.
Completely oblivious to being flirted with, he had no idea why Chen Yixin was angry.
Still, he obediently allowed Chen Yixin to pull him along.
If Chen Yixin was angry but still remembered to take him with him—that was good enough.
Chen Yixin shot him a glare before tightening his grip on Wenren Li’s hand.
After a few steps, he turned back again.
Their loosely clasped hands became fingers interlocked.
But he still didn’t answer Wenren Li’s question.
His feelings weren’t merely jealousy.
He also felt a sense of frustration.
You Ruo was an almighty Soul Transformation cultivator, while he himself was still a mortal without cultivation.
As a man, he did not want Wenren Li to solve everything for him.
Nor did he want Wenren Li to become enemies with a Nascent Soul cultivator because of him.
So although he had been furious during the banquet, he had forced himself to endure it.
“When will I be able to cultivate?”
Chen Yixin asked seriously.
The longer they stayed together, the less he wanted to rely on Wenren Li.
Whether it was revenge or driving away rivals—he needed cultivation first.
“When we return from the Burning Heaven Nether Palace,” Wenren Li replied.
He understood Chen Yixin’s urgency.
Because he felt the same.
Chen Yixin currently had no power to protect himself.
No matter how carefully Wenren Li guarded him, it still felt insufficient.
“Alright.”
Chen Yixin nodded.
The timing was already fairly quick.
His anger and jealousy gradually faded, and his steps slowed.
Then he began giving Wenren Li serious instructions.
“A-Li, from now on, unless necessary, you’re not allowed to look at other people. None of them are as good-looking as me.”
“Mhm.”
Wenren Li nodded in agreement.
“A-Rong is the best-looking.”
Chen Yixin’s expression softened even more at that answer.
“And no one except me is allowed to hug you or kiss you,” he continued. “Even holding hands isn’t allowed.”
“Mhm. Not allowed.”
Wenren Li responded gently, his gaze growing even warmer.
Only then did he finally realize what Chen Yixin had been angry about.
Stopping him, he said solemnly,
“I don’t like You Ruo. I like A-Rong. I only like A-Rong.”
“Of course you do.”
Chen Yixin was clearly pleased by his serious tone. A proud smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
“But even so—you’re still not allowed to let others take advantage of you.”
Only Chen Yixin was allowed to take advantage of Wenren Li.
No one else could even think about it.
“Mhm. I’ll listen to A-Rong.”
Wenren Li smiled slightly and nodded.
Seeing the faint dimple appear on Wenren Li’s cheek, Chen Yixin suddenly felt a strange itch in his heart.
He raised a finger and poked it.
Then he rubbed the spot thoughtfully before turning away and pulling Wenren Li along again.
His face was filled with sweetness that he neither could nor needed to hide.
He was now a demonic cultivator.
His joy and anger followed his heart.
No one in this world—and no rule—could restrain him anymore.
“Ninth Martial Uncle…”
Lin An stared at the approaching figure and blurted out the respectful title instinctively.
Even though Chen Yixin was no longer an elder of the Jade Cauldron Sect, Lin An still could not bring himself to call him anything else.
“Senior Brother Zhihua… should we take another path?”
Lin An whispered to Jing Zhihua.
That man was Chen Yixin.
And the person beside him was likely the Li Kui Demon Lord of the demonic path—a terrifying Soul Transformation cultivator.
If killing intent arose, not only Jing Zhihua but even Lin An himself might be dragged into it.
Jing Zhihua heard Lin An’s suggestion.
He knew it was the correct choice.
But his feet would not move.
His gaze could not leave Chen Yixin’s face.
As Chen Yixin and Wenren Li approached, sweat covered Jing Zhihua’s forehead and back, soaking him like someone dragged from water.
Lin An had already collapsed to the ground under the pressure.
Yet Jing Zhihua stubbornly kept his back straight, refusing to bow or lower his head.
His gaze remained fixed.
But the person he looked at noticed nothing.
Chen Yixin walked past him hand-in-hand with Wenren Li, smiling gently.
Only Wenren Li turned his head and glanced at Jing Zhihua.
His eyes were cold.
“Pfft—!”
Jing Zhihua spat out a mouthful of blood.
“What were you looking at, A-Li?”
Chen Yixin asked with a raised brow.
“A person,” Wenren Li replied.
Someone he disliked very much.
The answer was far too brief.
Chen Yixin felt speechless, but he didn’t pursue it further.
“Oh.”
They walked a few more steps.
Chen Yixin suddenly stopped and looked back.
All he saw were two black-robed cultivators helping each other away in the distance.
“So it really was a person…”
A badly injured unlucky fellow, at that.
“Why look at them?” Chen Yixin snorted softly. “If A-Li wants to look at someone, look at me.”
Once again, he had started feeling jealous for no reason.
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