After Running Away Pregnant, I Ended Up on the Wanted Lists of Both the Demon Venerable and the Immortal Venerable Chapter 1

When Jian Zhen woke up from its sleep, sunlight happened to spill down, landing on the emerald-green leaves and radiating vibrant vitality.

It shook its leaves.

The green stalk swayed with the wind, stretching lazily in a comfortable yawn.

Mm.

Today, it woke up on the Immortal Mountain.

Outside the window, heavy snow blanketed everything. The faint scent of burning incense was light and elegant, exceptionally pleasant to smell. The windowsill holding the immortal grass pot was clean and tidy, and the beaded curtain of crushed jade swayed gently with the wind.

“Ah, you finally moved.”

The voice of a young attendant sounded: “You really scared me to death. I was ordered by the Immortal Venerable to take care of you. You’ve been dormant for so many days, I thought something had happened to you. You’re the spiritual plant the Immortal Venerable cares about the most. If something happened to you, I’d be finished.”

Hearing this, Jian Zhen shook its leaves. Such a fuss. This immortal grass just slept a bit longer these past few days!

The young attendant let out a sigh of relief, holding a jade bottle in his hand as he said, “You have no idea, so many things have happened recently. I heard that the Sea Demon clan’s treasured Luminous Glazed Tile Stone went missing. That stone is said to greatly increase demon cultivation, even a stubborn rock could instantly gain enlightenment and become human. It’s an extremely fine treasure!”

The little grass in the pot stirred slightly, listening with rapt attention.

The tender green shoots swayed in the wind. Jian Zhen fell into thought. Although it was just a blade of grass, grass also has dreams. Ever since it gained awareness, two hundred years had already passed. It really wanted to transform into human form too!

Just as it was thinking.

Suddenly, from not far away, a loud voice rang out: “This disciple has erred, I beg the Immortal Venerable for punishment!!”

The entire mountain peak seemed to tremble.

Jian Zhen’s leaves shook along with it, truly scared the grass to death.

The young attendant was also slightly startled and walked out: “How dare you, Ling Can, to make such a disturbance here and disturb the Immortal Venerable’s peace?”

The kneeling person said, “Please help report this. This disciple has an urgent matter and seeks an audience with the Immortal Venerable.”

The young attendant did not budge and even sounded somewhat cold: “Please return, Lord Peak Master. The Immortal Venerable has said that he will not receive guests today.”

Ling Can said, “This disciple knows he has committed a grave mistake and does not dare ask the Immortal Venerable for forgiveness. It is only because of lax discipline that the sect’s eldest disciple secretly consorted with a demon clan’s demoness. I earnestly request the Immortal Venerable’s punishment!”

Jian Zhen gently extended a small leaf, curiously wanting to see the appearance of the visitor through the curtain. After all, this person had just given it quite a scare.

Suddenly, from inside the room came a clear, cold yet refined voice: “Let him come in.”

Joy appeared on Ling Can’s face, and he hurried inside.

This was a vast palace, built at the highest point of the spirit mountain. The halls were magnificent and sacred. Even standing outside, one could feel the dense spiritual energy within. The interior was arranged plainly and elegantly without losing refinement. Even a single white jade vase atop a cabinet radiated a soft jade glow, clearly no ordinary item, inspiring reverence.

After entering, Ling Can knelt on one knee in the main hall: “Immortal Venerable! It was my lax discipline that allowed my unfilial disciple to be bewitched by a demon clan’s demoness, nearly committing a grave mistake.” Ling Can knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head. “Fortunately, it was discovered early and did not result in catastrophe.”

In the inner pavilion, white gauze curtains swayed gently with the wind.

Through the curtain, the figure inside could not be clearly seen. The voice seated by the window was warm like pearls and jade, yet carried a sense of authority as he said, “You came to see this one only for this?”

The room fell completely silent.

The person kneeling on the ground breathed ever more carefully.

The entire room was cold and still, as if even the gauze curtains swaying with the wind carried a trace of chill. Only Jian Zhen on the windowsill not far away basked in the sun, shaking its leaves and lazily watching the drama unfold.

Ling Can: “This……”

“If there is nothing more, then you may leave.”

The voice was neither heavy nor light, yet carried an unquestionable authority.

“Immortal Venerable! This disciple still has one more matter!” Ling Can hurriedly said. “That unfilial disciple of mine was seduced by a demoness and only then became involved with her. This time he committed such a grave mistake that death would not be enough to atone for it, but while he was dealing with the demoness, he unexpectedly learned a piece of news, when the Demon Venerable Ye Jisheng was coming and going from the South Sea, he once made a trip to the Taixu Clan City and took away the Luminous Glazed Tile Stone!”

As the words fell, the person inside the room finally lifted his head slightly.

Fu Changhuan said, “Glazed Tile Stone?”

Not only him, Jian Zhen, who had been obediently by the windowsill all along, also perked up. The little grass’s tender green branch stretched out its little head, exposing the excitement in its heart.

Is it the Glazed Tile Stone the young attendant just mentioned?

That treasure that can let even a stubborn rock attain the Dao?

Just when it thought there would be no chance, who would have known that heaven leaves no grass without a path, there was actually news of this stone again.

Just as it was thinking…

Ling Can raised his head, even his voice lifting by a degree: “Immortal Venerable, it is rumored that the Sea Demon’s Luminous Glazed Tile Stone is a rare treasure in the world. After refinement, this stone is impervious to blades and spears; forged into weapons, it can create divine arms. If the Demon God seeks this item, could there be some hidden scheme?”

As the words fell, the room returned to silence.

The white-robed man seated by the window, addressed as the Immortal Venerable, finally raised his head. Fu Changhuan said, “Ye Jisheng is a Demon God who emerged from the grand formation of Wanmie Mountain, heartless and unfeeling, ruthless and bloodthirsty. This time it may simply be a momentary whim of slaughter and treasure-seizing. There is no need to pursue it further.”

Ling Can lowered his head and saluted: “Yes… this disciple takes his leave.”

“Go back and properly restrain the disciples under your sect. If there are again those whose words and actions are improper, go to Lingfeng Cliff on your own.”

Ling Can’s steps as he turned away faltered slightly. His hands trembled faintly as he turned and saluted: “Yes.”

The departing figure stepped over the threshold. The movement of walking stirred a breeze that made the curtain sway lightly in the air. The afterglow of the setting sun scattered in from the doorway, illuminating the vast expanse of snow outside.

“Were you satisfied with what you heard?”

A cool voice sounded by the window.

The little grass on the windowsill was blown by the wind and shook its leaves, but in the next moment, a pair of long fingers landed on its branch: “This disciple of mine is here for the first time. You haven’t seen him before; it’s normal to be curious about him.”

Jian Zhen nodded solemnly, so that’s it, no wonder this person looked unfamiliar!

Fu Changhuan looked at the emerald-green little grass before him. The man who had been sparing with words toward his disciples just now, elegant like an exiled immortal, now revealed a helpless emotion in his calm, unruffled eyes as he faced a single blade of grass: “The Glazed Tile Stone is a rare demon clan sacred treasure in the world and is beneficial to you. I originally also wanted to find it for you, but you have only just begun to awaken your mind, and it is not suitable to transform too early. You should cultivate a bit more to stabilize your mind.”

Jian Zhen spread its leaves slightly, cocking an ear and listening intently.

The wind blew past the window.

Fu Changhuan lightly tapped the immortal grass’s branch: “Forget it, you’re just a little immortal grass. How would you understand these things.”

Jian Zhen: “……”

He understands!!!

He’s long since had enough of grass life stuck in a pot every day! Another hundred years, whether it stabilizes the mind or not he doesn’t know, but it would definitely suffocate the grass to death!!

The little immortal grass on the windowsill shook its branch. Jian Zhen curled its leaves in displeasure and put its hands on its hips. The slender branch glowed a tender green, lively and adorable under the setting sun.

Fu Shenghuan smiled faintly and helplessly tapped its branch: “Really can’t say even a word.”

Snow fell across the entire mountain. The afterglow of the setting sun slowly hid behind the plane of the mountain as night gradually crept in. Inside the room, the cool scent of sandalwood lingered gently. By the window’s edge, Jian Zhen felt the chill of nightfall and slowly slipped back into slumber.

It was unknown how long it slept.

Suddenly, a somewhat loud voice sounded by its ear, 

“Your subordinate is at fault, begging the Venerable for punishment!!”

A clear female voice abruptly rang out. Jian Zhen, in it’s sleep, jolted awake. The entire blade of grass shook from being startled. The little grass on the desk spread its branches slightly and looked outside.

The black great hall was solemn and grand. On the long square pillars, giant clawed demonic dragons were carved, coiling around them. Outside the hall, the sky was a vast crimson, clouds rolling like raging fire across the entire expanse.

Mm.

Jian Zhen shook its leaves and stretched lazily. Today, it woke up on the Demon Realm mountain.

Yawning lightly as it emerged from sleep, its tender green leaf buds unfurled. Jian Zhen swayed its limbs as it moved about and discovered that its flowerpot seemed to have been changed. The usual black pottery had become a glassy, glaze tiled-textured pot. Faint streams of light flowed across the body of the pot, appearing and disappearing, adding to its splendor.

Why did the pot suddenly get changed? Just as Jian Zhen wanted to look more closely, suddenly…

“Venerable One, your subordinate is at fault, begging the Demon Venerable for punishment!”

The piercing voice rang out again, startling the birds outside the window into flight.

Jian Zhen was drawn by the commotion and stretched out its leaves to look outside, and then saw a woman kneeling on the grass outside the door. She wore a long red dress, the hem embroidered with delicate patterns of passionflowers. Against her fair skin, she looked exceptionally beautiful. What was somewhat jarring, however, was that the skirt hem was now stained with mud and ash. Her hands trembled slightly, her hair at the waist was loose, and her whole person looked like a frost-bitten leaf beaten by rain.

The woman kowtowed step by step as she knelt and moved forward: “Your subordinate became involved with an Immortal Clan disciple and was deceived and used by him. Knowing that I no longer have the face to see the Venerable One again, I beg the Demon Venerable to grant this subordinate death!”

As the words fell, the immortal grass on the desk by the window shook its leaves. Jian Zhen’s branch drooped slightly as it curiously looked at her.

The woman stopped by the window ledge. One person and one blade of grass gazed at each other across the space.

A bitter smile appeared on Yan Ji’s pallid face: “Little grass, it’s you.”

Jian Zhen’s leaves swayed slightly. Its tender green branch was crystal clear and adorably vivid under the afterglow of the setting sun. Yes, yes, it’s me!

He is a twin-born immortal grass. By an accident, his branches, meant to grow in one place, were split apart and fell onto the spirit mountains of the Immortal and Demon Realms. One stalk was raised by the Immortal Venerable Fu Changhuan’s window, and one was raised on the Demon Venerable Ye Jisheng’s desk. Twin grass, though divided in form, shares one origin. Since he developed spiritual awareness, he would often randomly awaken within one of the two grass bodies.

So yesterday it was the Immortal Venerable’s immortal mountain; today, upon waking, it was the Demon Realm’s great hall.

Yan Ji withdrew her gaze and murmured to herself: “As a Guardian of the Demon Realm, I committed a grave mistake. I was deceived and used by an Immortal Clan disciple and leaked the news that Your Excellency obtained the Glazed Tile Stone. I fear this may be the last time I see you.”

Jian Zhen froze, the entire blade of grass shuddering violently!

Glazed Tile Stone?

The stone that can allow living beings to attain the Dao and transform?

So that stone is connected to her.

Just thinking about the stone’s effects made the grass excited. It didn’t even dare imagine, if it could see that stone, how cheerful its entire grass-self would be!

Yan Ji watched the little grass on the window ledge gently sway with the wind, completely unaware of its thoughts. She only smiled bitterly, somewhat despairing yet relieved, and said: “Sometimes I really envy you. You are an immortal grass raised by the Demon Venerable. If possible, in my next life I would also like to be like you, able to live an entire lifetime without worries or concerns in this flowerpot.”

Jian Zhen in the window-side pot: “……”

Heaven and earth be my witness!

Spending an entire lifetime, hundreds of years, living in a pot is its greatest worry!

Please, the loneliness of a grass is something you don’t understand!!