After Running Away Pregnant, I Ended Up on the Wanted Lists of Both the Demon Venerable and the Immortal Venerable Chapter 11

Jian Zhen’s cultivation was not high. Among these big shots with tens of millions of years of cultivation, it was just a little grass that had cultivated for less than a hundred years, so it could not see through others’ true forms and cultivation at all.

Ye Jisheng, however, did not say anything further after that sentence.

The demon race’s centennial ceremony, within the great hall, guests continued to come and go to pay their respects. All races within the three realms, regardless of distance, sent envoys to offer congratulations. People came and went in great numbers, an endless stream.

Jian Zhen even saw some “old acquaintances.”

Below the hall, a man wearing a purple Daoist robe edged with gold silk slowly walked in: “Immortal race Hidden Snow Peak Master Ling Can pays respects to the Demon Lord. For this demon realm ceremony, my master Immortal Lord Wangyou sent me to deliver congratulatory gifts, wishing lasting friendship between the demon race and the immortal race.”

Ling Can.

Jian Zhen looked outward and discovered that it actually recognized this person.

Ye Jisheng’s somewhat cold hand fell upon the tender green leaves atop the little plant spirit’s head, casually stroking them. In a voice only the two of them could hear, he said, “See that person below? Fu Changhuan’s disciple.”

Jian Zhen nodded, it saw him!

Ye Jisheng curled his lips into a smile: “Fu Changhuan’s good disciple, indulging sect disciples in cultivating forbidden techniques, just as black-hearted as that green-hat locust tree spirit you fancy.”

Jian Zhen: ?!

Cultivating forbidden techniques?

If the Immortal Venerable found out, wouldn’t he be furious to death?

No, wait a moment…

So who exactly is that green-hat locust tree spirit? When did it ever take a fancy to him?!

The little spirit was suddenly overwhelmed by too much information and couldn’t quite process it. As it was thinking, another envoy entered outside, and the herald loudly announced: “Ghost Domain Second Prince, Chen Feitai arrives!”

A frail, fair scholar slowly walked in from outside, looking so weak that a gust of wind might knock him over.

Chen Feitai stood below the hall and raised his hand, coughing as he saluted: “Ghost clan Second Prince… cough cough pays respects to the Demon Lord. Wishing the demon realm ever greater prosperity. This time I came… cough cough with some modest gifts. I hope the Demon Lord will not disdain them.”

A round of polite exchanges followed.

The little plant spirit sitting in Ye Jisheng’s palm felt somewhat emotional. Why was this prince so sickly? He looked rather pitiful.

Ye Jisheng’s voice fell from above into its ears: “Chen Feitai, the second prince of the Ghost Clan, but in these past years, all the princes who bullied him for being physically weak all died unexpectedly, and their deaths were miserable.”

The little sprite that had just been sighing shivered all over.

Ye Jisheng’s red eyes carried a cool, indifferent smile as he looked at the shocked little grass and curled his lips, saying: “Do you still think he’s pitiful.”

Jian Zhen hurriedly shook its head.

But it wasn’t only surprised that these people were honey-mouthed and snake-hearted, it was even more surprised that although Ye Jisheng usually looked as though he was slow and indifferent to everything, he was actually thoroughly familiar with all these people across the Three Realms!

Ye Jisheng sat upon the throne, and seemed to know what it was thinking as he spoke lightly: “Curious why this Venerable, knowing all this, is still willing to sit here and meet them?”

Jian Zhen obediently nodded its little head, rubbed against Ye Jisheng’s palm, then looked at him expectantly.

Curious, curious!

Hurry and say it!

The little sprite swayed unsteadily, looking at him with dependence like a cute little puppy.

The guests below the hall could only see that on the throne, morning light fell in from outside the window. The lofty demon god’s handsome red eyes carried a faint smile, his dark robes heavy, the pressure of one long accustomed to a position of power making it impossible to meet his gaze. Even though he was smiling, he still inspired fear, noble and dangerous.

On the throne.

Under the gaze of the little grass sprite, Ye Jisheng spoke in a calm voice: “Because this Venerable is the king of the Demon Clan, and they will all be enemies of the Demon Clan.”

That was the first time.

Jian Zhen saw in Ye Jisheng’s eyes a few traces of what was usually hidden beneath his laziness, true ambition and sharpness belonging to a king: “Only by understanding your enemies can you better kill them.”

The blazing sun hung high in the sky, guests bustled about in the hall, within the bright and spotless palace.

Yet Jian Zhen felt a chill down its back.

Ye Jisheng curled his lips in a smile, returning to his usual manner, and teasingly poked it with his finger, saying: “But this method doesn’t apply to you. In the future, you just need to have less contact with them.”

The grass-wood little sprite came back to its senses and looked at him in confusion, why didn’t it apply to it?

“Because…” Ye Jisheng raised his brow, the little grass reflected in his eyes: “It’s already a blessing that you don’t get tricked.”

Jian Zhen: “……”

Big bad guy!

Believe it or not, even grass will bite when it’s desperate!!

Because there really were many people coming and going during the celebration in the palace, although it was lively, Jian Zhen grew a little bored after watching for a long time. Ye Jisheng then had Yan Ji take it to rest in the rear lounge. This side hall was very quiet, and outside one could see the largest river of Demon Mountain. The river ran through the entire Demon Domain, and the scenery was excellent.

Jian Zhen sat on the window ledge, looking at the riverbank.

Suddenly.

A voice came from beneath the eaves of the corridor: “Whose spirit pet are you, with cultivation so low, less than a hundred years, and you still have the nerve to come out with your master and make a fool of yourself.”

Jian Zhen froze. It had been a long time since a stranger had spoken to it, so it didn’t react for a moment.

“I’m talking to you. What a dummy.” The red spirit bird sitting under the eaves stepped on the railing, revealing a somewhat disdainful expression. “I’m the red phoenix raised by the Yao Clan’s eldest prince. You definitely haven’t seen such a noble bird as me before, right?”

Jian Zhen was in spirit form and couldn’t speak.

The red spirit bird noticed this and chirped on with a bit of mockery: “You can’t even talk, are you a local little grass from the Demon Clan? No wonder you’re so stupid.”

The grass-wood little sprite sitting on the window ledge looking at the scenery instantly got a bit angry upon hearing this.

Saying its cultivation was low was fine.

But it was not stupid at all!!

The tender green little sprite ball hopped about, puffed up with anger.

The red spirit bird saw its anger and snorted lightly, saying: “I’m not wrong. I’ve heard people say before that your Demon Clan used to be the lowest-grade slaves of the Three Realms. It was only after that demon god Ye Jisheng appeared that things changed. He’s a bloodthirsty big demon who only knows how to kill, a big bad demon, and you Demon Clan people are all low-blooded dummies.”

The little ball on the window ledge breathed in sharp rises and falls.

Because it was a little grass, and plants are very quiet, Jian Zhen’s personality had always been somewhat Buddhist and rarely got angry. But for some reason, when this bird said those things, it became especially angry, not the usual irritation from being teased, but as if its entire body had swelled with a burning fire.

The red spirit bird was a bit frightened and stammered: “I, I’m not wrong. Why are you glaring at me, you useless piece of grass with no cultivation? Am I wrong? If you keep glaring at me, be careful or I’ll eat you…”

Jian Zhen couldn’t speak, anxious to the point of wanting to cry. It gasped for breath, hopped off the window ledge, and in its extreme anger, a clear, soft, glutinous voice burst out: “He’s not a big demon at all, you’re the bad one!!”

The red spirit bird was stunned, not understanding why a spirit body with less than a hundred years of cultivation could suddenly speak.

Jian Zhen itself was also stunned.

But that breath just now seemed to have mobilized all the spiritual energy in its blood. Fire burned through its entire body, and because it forcibly broke through and mobilized all its strength, after shouting that sentence it couldn’t even stand steadily, and was about to fall.

A pair of hands caught it.

Dark robes traced an arc through the air. Jian Zhen felt a familiar aura, and Ye Jisheng’s words fell down, low and lazy: “This Venerable looks away from you for just a moment, and you manage to make yourself this miserable?”

At the railing, the red spirit bird was frightened and wanted to flee into midair, only to be wrapped in red soul fire and burned, leaving not even dregs behind in the air.

Exhausted, Jian Zhen tried to lift its head.

Ye Jisheng’s cool fingers pressed it down. His low voice seemed to carry something more than his usual indifference as he said: “Sleep.”

This sleep was very deep.

The consequence of forcibly circulating spiritual energy and quarreling with someone was that the entire grass needed to hibernate even longer than usual. Moreover, the cold aura of the Glazed Tile Stone invaded again. What shocked the grass even more was that when Jian Zhen woke up, it found the High Priest not far away, standing in the hall holding a pot of medicine.

The sleeping hall of the Demon Palace had always been quiet.

Ye Jisheng sat at the desk not far away. Sunlight spilled down as he asked, “This is the medicine it needs to drink?”

The High Priest nodded and said, “Yes, Your Excellency. This old minister researched it a bit, the reason the immortal grass was injured is because after becoming enraged it forcibly circulated spiritual power, resulting in damage to its meridians. Therefore, this minister spent these days consulting ancient texts and finally found a method of nourishment. Using over a hundred kinds of spiritual herbs, I brewed this pot of medicinal soup. As long as it is irrigated into the immortal grass daily, it can recover as before.”

On the window ledge, Jian Zhen’s branches trembled, what, even as a grass it still had to take medicine?!

Ye Jisheng said, “Much obliged, High Priest. Leave it here. This Venerable will use it on it.”

The High Priest raised his hand, and the medicinal soup slowly rotated in the air before finally landing on Ye Jisheng’s desk. Only after setting it down steadily did he say, “This soup medicine must be irrigated while warm onto the branches, leaves, and soil. Only after circulating through the immortal grass’s meridians will it be effective.”

Ye Jisheng nodded lightly.

The High Priest knew his task was complete and only then turned to leave.

After he left, Ye Jisheng slowly opened the medicine pot. Just lifting the lid a crack, a fierce bitter smell poured out, mixed with pitch-black medicinal broth that spread through the air.

Jian Zhen, naturally afraid of bitterness: ?!!!

The bitter scent made the grass leaves curl up together.

Several hundred years ago, before it had even been a blade of grass, it had been weak since childhood and hospitalized year-round. What it feared most was taking medicine.

Who knew grass life was so hard, after becoming grass, it still had to take medicine?

The little grass on the window ledge weakly drew its leaves inward, using action to express refusal.

Ye Jisheng lifted the soup, glanced at it lightly, and said, “This Venerable remembers, you are already two hundred years old.”

A certain grass covered its ears. Not listening, not listening!

“The High Priest next door’s son wasn’t afraid of drinking medicine at ten years old.” Ye Jisheng carried the medicine pot over, red eyes lowered to look at it. “And you?”

A certain grass continued to curl up. Wuwuwu, all its leaves were soft, what need was there for backbone.

Ye Jisheng raised his brow and said, “This Venerable has heard that the jade dew water of the South Sea is the sweetest. I’m considering whether to have Yan Ji go collect some…”

The curled leaves of Jian Zhen paused slightly, as if thinking shallowly for a moment, then spread out its leaves, swaying a little happily. The little grass that loved jade dew most ingratiatingly shook its leaves.

Ye Jisheng poured down the medicinal soup prepared by the High Priest.

Pitch-black, bitter medicinal liquid poured down from above, soaking every branch. The enormous bitterness flooded the entire being of the grass, making Jian Zhen cry as the whole grass couldn’t help but tremble!

In that instant.

It was as if heaven and earth had gone silent.

After trembling its leaves, Jian Zhen sluggishly lifted its branches, and saw Ye Jisheng standing by the window. On his jade-handsome face, from brows and eyes to even those thin lips, medicinal liquid had splashed on. This was the demon god feared across the Three Realms, yet at this moment his face was splattered by the bitter medicinal liquid shaken down by a little grass. But Ye Jisheng’s appearance was far too stunning, so much so that even now he did not look disheveled.

On the contrary.

Under the little grass’s terrified gaze, Ye Jisheng raised his eyes, red pupils clear. The medicinal liquid rolling down from his cheek was like the blood that had fallen that day in the illusionary realm, dripping down with a heart-stirring allure: “Rest assured, this Venerable does not blame you.”

“Dong”

The medicine pot was set down.

Jian Zhen let out a breath of relief.

Ye Jisheng’s long, jade-like hand was calm and steady. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile that, to Jian Zhen, looked extremely chilling, as he slowly spoke: “This account, you can settle it slowly after you transform into human form.”

“……”