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Chen Yixin’s brows curved slightly as he wrapped his arms around Wenren Li’s neck, parting his lips of his own accord to welcome Wenren Li’s advance. His initiative did nothing to ease the sudden surge of emotion in Wenren Li—if anything, it only added more fuel to the fire in his heart.

Chen Yixin truly had the ability to spoil someone completely. It was only because Wenren Li had such a restrained, almost wooden temperament that he had not lost himself entirely under Chen Yixin’s unreserved indulgence.

“A-Rong…” Wenren Li’s lips left the corner of Chen Yixin’s mouth. His chest rose and fell noticeably, his breathing completely disordered, while the one he had just kissed so fervently had eyes misty with emotion, wholly immersed.

Wenren Li did not hesitate any longer. Bending down, he lifted Chen Yixin into his arms and strode toward the large red wedding bed.

Chen Yixin gathered his wandering thoughts slightly, wrapping his arms around Wenren Li and pressing his warm cheek against Wenren Li’s face. Yet Wenren Li was no cooler than he was.

Sensing Wenren Li’s agitation, Chen Yixin’s lips curved—and he smiled again.

“What is A-Rong smiling at?”

Wenren Li placed Chen Yixin on the bed, though he remained bent over him. Chen Yixin was reluctant to let go, and so was he, but during that short walk, the reason that had been muddled by their earlier intimacy had gradually returned. He still wanted more, yet he restrained himself from rushing.

In this regard, Wenren Li truly could not compare to Chen Yixin’s openness. Chen Yixin’s hand slid from the back of Wenren Li’s neck and slipped directly into his thin wedding robe, wandering as he spoke.

“I’m happy—happy that A-Li likes me, and that I like A-Li too.”

There were more refined words he could have used—admiration, devotion—but to him, none of them felt as direct or as honest as “like.”

He liked Wenren Li—liked him so much that he didn’t mind if heaven and earth knew of their relationship.

“Mm,” Wenren Li nodded, enduring the hand that kept igniting sparks beneath his robe, yet sincerely agreeing. Mutual affection—there was indeed something worth being happy about.

“A-Li was so eager just now—are you not anymore?” Chen Yixin blinked, his hand sliding further down to where Wenren Li’s waist was bound by his sash. “Hmm?”

“I still am,” Wenren Li replied, his body growing increasingly tense—not from rejection, but from being stirred beyond restraint. His hand moved to Chen Yixin’s shoulder, then paused before sliding to his waist.

Undoing the sash and removing the outer robe, Wenren Li patiently helped Chen Yixin undress. Chen Yixin had intended to continue teasing him beneath his clothes, but his hand was pulled out midway.

He lifted his gaze to look at Wenren Li’s overly gentle expression and, for a moment, forgot to continue. By the time he came back to himself, he had already been almost completely stripped bare.

Chen Yixin glanced down at himself, then raised his brows slightly as he looked up again. Wenren Li did not even bother undressing slowly or letting Chen Yixin do it—his clothes simply vanished, leaving them both bare before each other.

Chen Yixin’s throat tightened faintly. Before he could say anything, Wenren Li leaned down and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.

“A-Rong, are you willing?”

Wenren Li already knew the answer, yet he still asked—instinctively preserving his respect for Chen Yixin above all else. When Chen Yixin nodded, Wenren Li’s lips returned to his, silencing the complaint that had been about to escape.

A passionate kiss, gentle reassurance, and then an intimacy that carried them into complete surrender—heedless of day or night.

Outside the bedchamber, Chen Yixin had Nan Ke scatter seeds of spiritual herbs. They sprouted instantly, growing branches and leaves. Such a spectacle was perhaps even more remarkable than the legendary sentient divine soil.

Clouds gathered, rain began to fall. In Yan Province, where rain was rare, a steady drizzle lasted for nearly a month. Sparse woods transformed into lush forests, vitality bursting forth, renewing the entire land.

Within the Demon Palace, the task of cutting grass had become highly practiced—just as Chen Yixin had once imagined. Batch after batch grew endlessly. Not only was there no shortage for brewing wine, but even alchemy would never lack materials.

Truly, the Demon Lord and Consort had no restraint at all—once the doors closed, they would not open again until a month had passed.

Originally, Chen Yixin and Wenren Li had no intention of stopping. Their entanglement was sincere and natural, and only occasionally would they recall that dual cultivation was beneficial to both their cultivation. At this rate, continuing for one or two months was nothing unusual—even one or two years would not be worth making a fuss over.

Chen Yixin guided his spiritual power back into Wenren Li’s body, circulating it once according to the technique of the Flying Demon Scripture. Before it could return to his own body, the person clinging tightly to him suddenly froze for a moment—then directly fell unconscious.

Sensing something wrong, Chen Yixin hurriedly let go. Moments later, before his eyes, Wenren Li began shrinking, turning into a small child with a short and compact build. His hair was no longer the dark green of his spirit body, but a pale silver. His eyes were closed, so Chen Yixin could not see the color of his pupils, but this version of Wenren Li felt completely different from when he had been in his spirit form.

Chen Yixin did not investigate further. He watched him for a long while, confirming that Wenren Li had not encountered any mishap. He changed his own clothes, then went outside the bedchamber and had Nan Ke bring in children’s clothing. After dressing Wenren Li, he continued to stay by his side, keeping watch.

Wenren Li slept for nearly a month before finally waking, and Chen Yixin remained by the bedside for that entire month.

“A-Li, are you alright?” Sensing that Wenren Li was about to wake, Chen Yixin hurriedly gathered him into his arms, rubbing his hair and cheeks, then extending his spiritual sense and spiritual power to examine him. Yet before he could probe inside, he was repelled.

Wenren Li opened his eyes. Those silver pupils looked over—cold, yet carrying an indescribable sense of nobility. His aura was extremely unstable, but Chen Yixin immediately pressed a kiss to his forehead, then to his eyes.

He asked again, “A-Li, are you alright?”

“Mm. My spirit body and soul body have broken through together. A-Rong need not worry,” Wenren Li replied. His eyes closed and opened again, the unusual aura fading, leaving only the unmistakable chill within his silver gaze.

Yet Chen Yixin could feel that when those unusually cold eyes looked at him, they were still warm—still special. This was still his A-Li. Letting out a breath of relief, Chen Yixin hugged him even tighter.

“You scared me, A-Li.”

Before this, Chen Yixin had never imagined that Wenren Li might wake up one day and not recognize him at all. What he would do then was another matter—but in that moment, he knew he would have been deeply hurt.

Wenren Li’s aura remained somewhat unstable. He half-knelt upright so that his now much shorter arms could wrap around Chen Yixin’s neck, returning the embrace. “A-Rong, don’t be afraid. I am your A-Li.”

“Mm,” Chen Yixin responded softly. They stayed like that, embracing for quite some time before he finally let go.

Once Wenren Li was fully awake, Chen Yixin examined his body again with spiritual power, confirming that there was truly no problem. Only then did he relax slightly—and notice something else.

“How long will A-Li remain like this?” Chen Yixin asked, his expression tinged with frustration. They had been cultivating together just fine, yet Wenren Li had suddenly fallen asleep—and even turned into this form. Anyone less steady would probably be left with lingering trauma.

Wenren Li fell silent for a moment. A faint sigil flickered on his brow, appearing and disappearing. After two breaths, his adult form returned—but Chen Yixin could tell that in this adult state, his aura was even more unstable than before.

Yet compared to that, Chen Yixin simply stared at him in a daze for a long while before coming back to his senses. In his smaller form, whether with silver hair or green hair, Wenren Li had been extremely adorable—but as an adult with silver hair, there was a dangerous yet inexplicably noble presence about him.

Without the slightest restraint, Chen Yixin followed his own instincts. As soon as he regained himself, he pounced forward, knocking the naked Wenren Li onto the bed and kissing him fiercely.

“A-Li looks good like this too.”

When his hair had been green, he resembled an otherworldly forest spirit, untouched by mortal dust. With silver hair, he carried the aura of a king—cold and noble. But to Chen Yixin, every version of Wenren Li was equally enticing, driving him to want to claim him completely, without holding anything back.

Wenren Li felt somewhat helpless at Chen Yixin’s reaction, yet also pleased. No matter what form he took, he only hoped that in Chen Yixin’s eyes, he would remain unchanged—that he would always be Chen Yixin’s A-Li, his Dao companion, his lover.

Chen Yixin peppered kisses all over with little “chu chu chu” sounds, his hands roaming freely. Just as his eyes were gradually reddening with rising passion, he realized that the person he was enthusiastically kissing had shrunk again into the form of a cute child. The kissing could continue—but anything beyond that could not.

They stayed in the room for another two days before Chen Yixin finally led the childlike Wenren Li from the bedchamber to the side hall to check on Yinzi, who had just awakened.

Yinzi lazily ate fruit by itself. When it saw Chen Yixin enter, its long whiskers swayed as it floated over—but halfway through, it froze, then dropped to the ground with a “plop.”

“Father?” Yinzi’s round eyes looked over, but what it saw was the child version of Wenren Li. From instinct, it could tell this was Wenren Li, yet the pressure from his bloodline made it hesitate and ask again.

“Mm,” Wenren Li nodded. Still holding Chen Yixin’s hand, he stepped closer. Looking down at Yinzi, his silver eyes briefly reflected a sea of stars—then the vision vanished.

Yinzi, under his gaze, went limp as if drained of strength. Before it could say anything, it turned into a streak of light and imprinted itself onto Chen Yixin’s ankle. When Chen Yixin tried to sense it, he found that it had already turned into a silver cocoon and fallen into a deep sleep.

“I’m letting it refine its bloodline,” Wenren Li said. Yinzi had been well cared for in the past, but after over thirty thousand years in the Lower Realm, it had consumed too many random things, affecting its physique and bloodline. This refinement and sleep were necessary.

“Mm,” Chen Yixin nodded without further questions. Tilting his head, he saw Wenren Li following him with small steps, so he simply reached out and scooped him into his arms, carrying him.

With a “mwah,” Chen Yixin kissed Wenren Li on the cheek. “I’ll carry A-Li.”

“Mm,” Wenren Li nodded. His short arms wrapped around Chen Yixin’s neck, and after a moment, a faint blush appeared on his overly fair face. No matter what, Wenren Li still felt a bit awkward and embarrassed.

Chen Yixin’s lips curved slightly as he continued walking out. Nan Ke and Wu Fei were already waiting in the main hall. Seeing Chen Yixin carrying a child, they were momentarily stunned before greeting him.

“Greetings, Demon Consort. Greetings, Young Master.”

They had mistaken silver-haired Wenren Li for Yinzi’s transformed form. Wenren Li turned in Chen Yixin’s arms, his silver eyes widening slightly. Nan Ke and the others froze, then lowered their heads even further and raised their voices:

“Greetings, Young Master Yinzi!”

This had to be the young master—he looked exactly like their Demon Lord. Anyone who had ever doubted Yinzi’s parentage now dared not think so again.

“No need for formalities. A-Li is in seclusion these days—if anything arises, report it to me.”

“Yes,” they all responded.

They then began reporting matters in a flurry of chatter—mainly about the aftermath of destroying the Hidden Moon Sect, as well as reactions from various sects in the cultivation world.

The Li Kui Demon Palace had certainly made its presence known. Meanwhile, several righteous sects had gathered, claiming to seek justice for the destroyed Hidden Moon Sect, intending to launch a campaign against the Li Kui Demon Palace.

Chen Yixin discussed matters with Wu Fei and the others for half a day before dismissing them to carry out necessary arrangements.

“Hmph, do they really think they can scheme against me so easily?” Chen Yixin muttered, casually pinching Wenren Li’s soft cheek. “A-Li, don’t worry. Only we get to scheme against others—when would it ever be their turn to scheme against us?”

Wenren Li had always preferred to break problems with brute force—even if it meant injuries or losses. But for now, Chen Yixin did not yet have the strength to stand beside him in that way, so he had to choose more roundabout methods.

Even so, neither of them was easy to scheme against or bully.

“A-Rong is right,” Wenren Li said. “But why must I use Yinzi’s identity? I am clearly your Dao companion.”

Wenren Li’s jealous tone was unexpectedly adorable to Chen Yixin. He stopped pinching his cheek, lowered his head, and kissed Wenren Li’s lips with another “mwah,” then composed himself and explained.

Yet Wenren Li’s face, which had just returned to normal, flushed pink again under Chen Yixin’s affectionate kiss, making him even more endearing.

“Silly. You stay here at home—our son will accompany me to the Jade Cauldron Sect.”

If Wenren Li remained in seclusion at the Demon Palace, no matter how many times the righteous sects gathered, they would not dare act. But if Wenren Li accompanied him openly to the Jade Cauldron Sect, it would be different—if those sects launched a sudden attack on Yan Province, they might not make it back in time.

Moreover, in Chen Yixin’s view, the gathering of the righteous sects was likely orchestrated by Yun Yazi. The goal was to make them hesitate—delay or even cancel their trip to the Jade Cauldron Sect—and buy time for their own schemes.

Wenren Li was no fool. With that explanation, he immediately understood why Chen Yixin concealed his identity.

“Oh.”

“Of course, A-Li is my Dao companion. Even if you become the young master, you’re still my Dao companion.”

Chen Yixin lightly poked the dimple on Wenren Li’s cheek, his voice lowering. “A-Li should recover soon… don’t make me… ahem, understand?”

Facing the child version of Wenren Li, even Chen Yixin—usually bold in both words and actions—became slightly restrained.

“Mm,” Wenren Li nodded seriously, though the blush on his cheeks betrayed his slight embarrassment. His Demon Consort’s desire was completely undisguised—and he just happened to be facing this situation.

“I understand. A-Rong has worked hard to endure.”

Chen Yixin pressed his lips together, his gaze flickering. For once, he felt a trace of embarrassment—but in the next moment, he nodded and accepted it.

“As long as A-Li understands.”

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