After Running Away Pregnant, I Ended Up on the Wanted Lists of Both the Demon Venerable and the Immortal Venerable Chapter 2

The Demon Realm’s great hall was solemn and austere.

The woman outside the hall was beautiful yet extremely bedraggled. She walked to the center of the main entrance of the great hall and knelt down: “This subordinate knows her crimes are unforgivable. I beg Your Excellency to give the order and allow this subordinate to die.”

The sky was filled with rolling crimson clouds. Under the eaves inside the hall, bronze bells hung and rang without wind. A current of air swept horizontally through the hall. The sounds of the bronze bells rang out in staggered succession. Candlelight within the hall flickered, shadows overlapping layer upon layer.

By the long table inside the hall, the man standing beside the desk holding a brush had long, pale fingers. As the tip of his brush paused slightly, ink fell onto the paper, soaking into the white sheet.

“Yan Ji.”

The voice was not loud, but low and imposing.

Ye Jisheng: “Get in here.”

The woman outside the hall caught her breath, her body visibly trembling. Even in fear, she did not dare delay in the slightest. Her red dress dragged along the ground as she staggered into the hall and knelt heavily on the floor: “Your Excellency!”

The black stone tiles of the Demon Realm’s great hall were cold and dim.

The long table stood upon the steps. Candle flames swayed lightly with the wind. The man standing by the desk did not raise his brows or eyes, yet his presence alone inspired awe.

Brush and ink flowed across the paper.

Ye Jisheng spoke calmly: “You want to seek death?”

Yan Ji, kneeling on the ground, bent forward without daring to lift her head, her voice trembling: “Yes.”

As the words fell, the hall fell silent.

After waiting a long time without receiving a response, Yan Ji cautiously raised her head and saw the person above in the great hall. He lifted his eyelids, deep eyes faintly glowing red. The next moment, fierce demonic qi surged forth. The woman on the hall floor was sent flying, crashing into a pillar and falling heavily to the ground, where she lay prone and spat out a mouthful of blood!

The gust of wind stirred up by her robes when she hit the ground caused the candlelight in the hall to rise and fall.

Blood overflowed from the corner of Yan Ji’s mouth. She crawled up using both hands and knees and knelt again, saying: “This subordinate deserves death ten thousand times over. Please calm Your Excellency’s anger!”

The weak voice echoed through the hall. Candlelight flickered faintly. On the desk, the immortal grass’s branches and leaves swayed. The tender green leaves bent and trembled with some distress, it was about to scare the grass to death!

The man standing beside the desk let his gaze fall upon the flowerpot.

Ye Jisheng’s words were indifferent: “What crime do you have?”

Invisible pressure spread outward. Yan Ji was so nervous she did not dare take a breath.

The immortal grass planted in the pot by the window also swayed. No matter how slow Jian Zhen was, it sensed that something was amiss. It curled its two small leaves slightly, nervously covering its eyes in fear.

However…

Before it could peek, suddenly, a faint cool sensation came over it.

Jian Zhen snapped back to awareness in confusion, only to discover that the man who had been at the long table had raised his arm. Long, pale fingers landed on its branches and leaves. The two small leaves it had curled up in fear were gently moved by Ye Jisheng’s fingers. The tender green soft leaves brushed against his fingertip and slowly spread open again inch by inch. His hand was somewhat cold.

!!!

The little immortal grass shook its leaves, trying hard to curl back up again.

Ye Jisheng’s fingers did not move in the slightest. The grass that wanted to pull its leaves back struggled for a long time until it was panting with exhaustion. When it lifted its head, it met those casual eyes, red pupils cool and faintly tinged with a hint of amusement, watching with interest as the little grass struggled.

Jian Zhen in the pot: “……”

It was being toyed with!

Its leaves shook angrily. The tender green branches put their hands on their hips as it glared indignantly at Ye Jisheng, who was teasing it. After hundreds of years, he was still this wicked. It was a grass with backbone, it would never pay attention to him again!!

Just as it was thinking, 

Yan Ji’s voice came from below the great hall: “Your Excellency, this subordinate is incompetent. That day in the northern lands, this subordinate was accidentally bitten by a red snake, and later rescued by that Immortal Clan disciple. Who would have known that the Immortal Clan harbored evil intentions? After gaining this subordinate’s trust, he probed me for information regarding the Demon Venerable’s whereabouts. All of this is because this subordinate failed to judge people clearly and brought great shame upon the Demon Clan. I only ask Your Excellency to grant me death. I do not dare to live on shamelessly!”

The hall was silent. The flames on the golden candle stands flickered.

A cold laugh sounded within the hall, neither heavy nor light, yet ringing clearly through the space.

Yan Ji looked up in confusion.

The black floor of the Demon Realm’s great hall was icy. Upon the tiered steps, seated high above on the king’s chair behind the desk, the man wore a robe of black and deep red. Gilded patterns wound and spread across the brocade. His tall figure was straight and imposing. At this moment, his long, fair fingers were idly playing with the tender green, slender branches of an immortal grass by the window. Though his posture was languid, his entire body was wrapped in a killing aura.

Ye Jisheng smiled without quite smiling: “Yan Ji, as a Guardian of the Demon Realm, being toyed with by a mere Immortal Clan disciple is one thing. But now you are even willing to die for him. Is this how I usually teach you?”

An invisible yet vast and sharp pressure descended with his words, the power of an ancient Demon God. To endure it was by no means easy. Yan Ji’s forehead was covered in fine sweat, and even the guards outside the hall could not help but tremble, unable to withstand it and about to kneel.

Yan Ji’s complexion instantly turned deathly pale, her words barely forming: “Your Excellency… I…”

Under the boundless pressure, the only one within range unaffected was the little grass on the window ledge.

The immortal grass in the pot listened to the commotion below and curiously poked out its head. Jian Zhen looked at the person below the steps and, recalling how Ling Can had called her a “demoness” again and again yesterday, only felt that she was truly pitiful.

Pity arose in its heart, and Jian Zhen instantly tossed aside the anger it had just felt.

Ye Jisheng, seated upon the throne, wore a thin, detached expression, yet he caught sight of the little grass that had just been sulking with him. The tender green branch extended from the pot that had been at his side, cautiously reaching the tabletop. The small leaves hovered by the edge of the rice paper, wanting to draw close yet hesitating timidly.

Ye Jisheng held brush and ink, letting them fall upon the rice paper, as though he saw nothing.

At last, when he set down the second stroke on the rice paper, the little grass, having realized it was being ignored, could no longer endure it. Forgetting the small temper it had just had, its soft, slender leaf brushed against the back of his hand, carrying a hint of ingratiation.

Ye Jisheng raised an eyebrow slightly, his indifferent red eyes lowering.

The little grass’s leaf buds rubbed against him affectionately, gently winding around his finger.

Finally.

When the little grass had tried its best to curry favor while the Demon God showed no reaction at all, it grew somewhat embarrassed and annoyed and wanted to withdraw. Then, Ye Jisheng finally curled his lips. The pressure that had filled the entire hall instantly dissipated as his brows lifted in faint pleasure. Yan Ji, kneeling below, collapsed onto the ground and gulped in great breaths. Though it had only been an instant, her entire body was drenched in cold sweat, as if she had just escaped death.

Ye Jisheng said calmly: “Yan Ji, do you know that the red snakes of the northern lands are timid by nature and had nearly gone extinct as early as a hundred years ago? Only the Immortal Clan still passes down beast-controlling arts.”

His deep, languid voice, infused with vast demonic power, echoed through every corner of the empty hall.

The person kneeling on the floor stiffened all over, as if her blood had frozen.

Yan Ji’s eyes turned red as she trembled: “Beast-controlling arts?”

Not only her, even the little grass on the desk was stunned. Yesterday on the Immortal Mountain, Ling Can had kept saying that his disciple had been bewitched by the Demon Clan and Monster Clan and thus secretly consorted with them, yet the truth was exactly the opposite. It shocked the grass!

Ye Jisheng’s words fell in the empty hall: “Red snakes grow in forbidden lands of the Demon Clan. Once bitten, there is absolutely no chance of survival.”

Yan Ji cried out sharply: “Unless he already had the antidote, this was all a trap he set up from the beginning!”

The hall fell completely silent.

Candlelight shone upon the woman in red, flickering like living flames.

After learning the truth, Yan Ji’s eyes were still filled with tears, yet they no longer fell. She said firmly: “This subordinate erred and brought shame upon the Demon Clan. Please grant this subordinate a chance, to personally slay my enemy and establish our clan’s might!”

Ye Jisheng sat high in the great hall. The dark red throne emitted a cold gleam. On the handsome face of the man in black robes, the red eyes seemed to smile yet not smile, chilling the heart: “If you are trapped by him again, end it yourself.”

Yan Ji shuddered with a chill: “Yes.”

The Demon God’s temperament was mercurial. Being able to retrieve her life today was already great fortune. She bowed deeply in respect: “This subordinate will certainly not disappoint Your Excellency again. Only, Your Excellency, the Immortal Clan should already know from me that the Luminous Glazed Tile Stone is in your possession. Will this be disadvantageous to you?”

As the words fell.

The little grass on the windowsill jolted, its branches and leaves suddenly brimming with spirit!

At last, it could hear the whereabouts of the stone of its dreams!! Compared to its excitement, someone else was rather calm.

Ye Jisheng held brush and ink, sketching upon the rice paper, and said lightly: “It’s nothing more than a Sea Demon stone. Since this venerable one has taken it, what can they possibly do?”

Yan Ji fell silent for a moment.

The Taixu Sea Demon clan had plagued the North Sea, stirring storms for thousands of years. Even the Demon Clan royal family had been at a loss, yet His Excellency had wiped out the clan with a casual move. And that Sea Demon clan’s hereditary treasure, the Luminous Glazed Tile Stone, was merely called a stone with ‘some use.’

The Demon God truly was the supreme sovereign.

The little grass on the windowsill sighed even more deeply. What a waste of a priceless treasure. Such a good thing, if it could have it, how wonderful would that be? Thinking of this, even its leaves shook with excitement. Big demon boss, you don’t need it, but your grass does! Hurry and look at me!!

Yan Ji’s hesitant voice sounded: “Your Excellency, may this subordinate dare to ask one question?”

Ye Jisheng replied calmly: “What is it?”

Yan Ji lowered her head respectfully: “It concerns the Luminous Glazed Tile Stone.”

At the mention of that stone, Jian Zhen’s leaves instantly stood straight up. The afterglow of the setting sun poured down, stretching the little grass’s shadow and casting that anxious little silhouette onto the table.

Ye Jisheng saw the little figure bobbing and fretting. His lips curved almost imperceptibly as he said lightly: “Ask.”

Yan Ji looked toward the grass by the window.

Jian Zhen was a bit puzzled, why was she looking at it?

Yan Ji, standing below in the hall, took a deep breath and said: “The flowerpot used for the immortal grass by the window, is it the Luminous Glazed Tile Stone?”

The little grass by the window, having been named, froze completely.

The man seated upon the throne reclined lazily in his chair. His long fingers tapped lightly now and then as he looked toward the window with interest and said calmly: “So what if it is.”

As the words fell.

Both one person and one grass were shocked.

Yan Ji was shocked that such a supreme heavenly treasure, His Excellency actually had the heart to use it as a flowerpot for a single blade of grass.

The little grass was also shocked. It had never expected that this wicked big demon who always loved teasing it would actually be willing to give the spirit stone to it to help it transform. So it had wronged him!!

Just as it was thinking, 

Yan Ji said with emotion: “Your Excellency truly treats this immortal grass extremely well. Presumably, it will also repay your kindness.”

The branches of the little grass in the pot on the windowsill nodded slightly with spirit. Mm-hm, big demon boss, I never thought you were a good person. I misunderstood you. This grass has decided that from now on it will never be angry with you again!!

Ye Jisheng, lounging upon the throne, propped his handsome chin with his hand. His red eyes lifted as he curled his lips and said: “This venerable doesn’t really care whether it repays kindness. I’m just a little curious, this stupid grass was already very stupid when it was a grass. After transforming, will it be a bit smarter?”

Jian Zhen in the pot, who had just been touched: “……”

Misunderstanding my *ss.

He’s teasing it again!

Wuwuwu, Ye Jisheng really is still a big bad demon!!!