After Running Away Pregnant, I Ended Up on the Wanted Lists of Both the Demon Venerable and the Immortal Venerable Chapter 3

The weather was clear.

Warm sunlight spilled down, falling upon the vast land blanketed in white snow.

By the window, in the potted plant, a stalk of immortal grass slowly trembled its leaves. Jian Zhen looked outside. Mm, today it woke up on Immortal Mountain.

A breeze blew past, and the little grass shivered from the cold.

Jian Zhen’s small leaves curled up. It rubbed its hands. All along, it could of course sense heat and cold, but Immortal Mountain was covered in snow year-round, so it had long grown used to it. This was the first time it had felt such chill.

Footsteps sounded not far away.

The voices of young attendants drifted along the path as they discussed, “Have you heard? Peak Master Ling Can’s eldest disciple died in the North Sea, his meridians severed.”

“How could it be so brutal?”

“I heard he was killed in revenge by a demon clan demoness.”

“The demon clan really commits all kinds of evil!”

“Yeah, back then the demon clan was the lowest-ranked among the four great races. If not for the appearance of the Demon God Ye Jisheng……”

One of the young attendants immediately grabbed the other. “Shh, stop talking. The Immortal Venerable doesn’t allow us to discuss these things.”

The other could only fall silent.

Passing over the stone-paved path, the highest point of Immortal Mountain was the residence of Immortal Venerable Changsheng, Fu Changhuan. The grand hall was lofty and bright, standing amid the boundless white snow, cold and pure, yet noble.

The young attendant stood beneath the window ledge, looking at the little grass in the pot and said, “You’re awake, then.”

Jian Zhen, who had been pricking up its ears to listen to gossip, lightly nodded its leaves. It had already been awake just now!

The young attendant bent down and leaned closer. “What’s wrong with you? You look a bit wilted.”

You see, on ordinary days, when sunlight fell and the spiritual energy of Immortal Mountain was at its peak, once the immortal grass awakened it would always hold its head high and chest out, brimming with vitality as it waved in the wind, especially lively. But today its leaves were slightly drawn in.

Thinking of this, the young attendant became somewhat nervous and raised his voice. “Oh no, don’t tell me you’re sick? You’re the Immortal Venerable’s most treasured immortal grass. He’s in seclusion right now. If something happens to you, what am I supposed to do?”

Because his voice was a bit loud, Jian Zhen, who had been drowsy in the pot, was startled into a shiver!

The immortal grass shook its branchy head, somewhat helplessly stretching out a slender branch to rest on the young attendant and pat him. It’s fine, it’s fine. This immortal grass is just a bit cold today, it won’t get sick!

The young attendant looked at its verdant leaves and was still somewhat worried. “You’ve been dormant longer these past few days than before. You……”

A breeze blew in from afar. Jian Zhen’s already drowsy consciousness drifted away, and it could no longer hear what the young attendant said afterward, falling back into deep sleep once more.

Until it felt warmth again.

The warm sun poured down, landing on the grass and bringing heat.

In the demon realm, the morning sun dyed the sky red. The towering Demon God Palace stood facing the light, wind chimes beneath the eaves gently swaying with the breeze, producing crisp, melodious sounds.

Jian Zhen awoke amid this light, lilting sound.

Looking outside, it saw a dark-clad figure standing not far away in the flower bed. Sunlight fell upon Ye Jisheng’s gold-threaded robes. His tall figure was long and upright, his handsome profile often making people overlook his danger. Outside the demon realm’s grand hall were planted various grasses and flowers. At this moment, Ye Jisheng stood there, casually watering the plants. Yet even with greenery as a backdrop, his silhouette still carried a layer of chill.

Almost without turning his head,

Jian Zhen was watching when Ye Jisheng’s words fell. “Awake?”

As the only little immortal grass on the entire demon realm mountain to develop sentience, Jian Zhen obediently nodded its branches. This nap had been very pleasant. It had finally woken up!!

Ye Jisheng trimmed the branches and leaves of the plants, speaking indifferently. “The Glazed Tile Stone is cold in nature. Though it helps gather your soul, it will inevitably allow cold qi to enter your body and make you suffer for a time. If you can’t endure it, then replace it, and cultivate for another hundred years before using it again.”

The little grass in the pot froze!

It had always thought it was getting sleepy lately because it was about to grow and transform, never expecting it to be due to the energy of the Glazed Tile Stone!

A gentle breeze brushed past. The little grass on the window ledge stood completely stunned, staring blankly at the person before it.

Ye Jisheng turned around. His dark robe swept across the floor, fallen flowers and withered leaves brushing past the hem. His bearing was noble. Those red eyes no one dared to meet were tinged with a trace of amusement. “Stupid grass.”

Jian Zhen: “……”

It wasn’t stupid! Just not clever, that’s all!!

The little grass on the window ledge shook its leaves. Somewhat indignant, it put its leaves on its hips, regaining its usual vitality, glaring angrily at Ye Jisheng, striving to display its backbone and wisdom.

Ye Jisheng raised his hand and watered some of the plants in the flower bed.

Jian Zhen tried hard to look. It was its favorite jade dew. This water was sweet. Every time it was watered with this, it could sleep especially well.

As if sensing something, Ye Jisheng glanced over. The dark-robed man stood beneath the eaves. The lofty Demon God held a jade pot in his fair hand. His handsome eyes narrowed slightly, as if recalling something. “Oh……”

The little grass in the pot excitedly shook its leaves.

Jian Zhen’s tender green branches swayed gently in the wind, filled with anticipation. Come on, come on, you finally remembered this grass. Hurry and water me~!

Ye Jisheng said leisurely, “I remember now. I already watered you just now.”

The slow-to-react Jian Zhen:?!

Lowering its head, it discovered that the soil in its pot was indeed damp and carried the scent of jade dew water. So it had already drunk when it wasn’t awake.

The corner of Ye Jisheng’s lips curled slightly as he turned and left.

Jian Zhen in the pot: “……”

The indignant little grass shook its leaves. Big bad guy, teasing it again!!

The demon realm’s climate was warm. On a sunny afternoon, a gentle breeze brushed past the covered corridors, bringing a comfortable feeling. The little grass on the window ledge drowsed slightly, hazily hearing voices conversing within the hall.

“Today is another red moon. Is Your Excellency going out again?”

“For a hundred years this old minister has studied this curse day and night, yet still cannot unravel it. I have failed Your Excellency.”

“Recently, Mount Wanmie has been restless, with strange phenomena appearing one after another. The curse on your body has also been affected.”

Jian Zhen did not understand what they were talking about. Curious, it poked its head out and looked toward the hall, only to see that beneath the hall, standing against the light, was a white-haired old man. He wore a coffee-colored brown robe, with a gourd and a chain strung with skulls hanging at his waist. This person it recognized. In the hundred years on Demon Realm Mountain, it had seen many people, among them this old man, the High Priest of the demon realm.

The High Priest spoke, “Your Excellency, according to this old minister’s research, since the curse on your body is related to the ancient demon mountain Wanmie Mountain, only a supreme treasure possessing the divine power of heaven and earth would have a chance of undoing it. This minister heard that some days ago, when you passed by the North Sea, you obtained the Luminous Glazed Tile Stone. It is rumored that this stone has the divine power to gather souls and enable transformation. I wonder……”

No sooner had his words fallen than a cold laugh sounded within the hall.

Ye Jisheng stood beneath the corridor eaves. The afterglow of the setting sun spilled over him, stretching his silhouette long. “You think that a stone refined by the sea demon clan for less than a thousand years would be of use to this one?”

The High Priest hurriedly clasped his hands together and bowed to plead forgiveness. “Your Excellency possesses the body of a Demon God; naturally it would be of no use to you. It was this old minister who was overly concerned about Your Excellency’s health.”

Ye Jisheng raised his hand, the fingers beneath the dark robe long and slender. “No need to say more.”

The little grass on the windowsill poked out its small leaves, listening rather seriously to the two of them, understanding only bits and pieces.

Jian Zhen actually vaguely knew some of the Demon God’s secrets. After all, on every red-moon day, if it happened to wake in the demon hall, it would never see Ye Jisheng.

The High Priest always said this was the curse of Wanmie Mountain.

It did not know what a curse was, but plants were the most sensitive to auras. On those days, the killing intent and ferocity on Ye Jisheng’s body would be even heavier.

As it was thinking this, a gaze fell upon it, and the priest said in some surprise, “This is the Luminous Glazed Tile Stone?”

Sunlight poured beneath the window eaves. The glazed tile crystal flowerpot was clear and luxurious, spiritual power overflowing. In the pot stood a tender, soft, verdant immortal grass, unexpectedly giving the hall, which was usually solemn and cold, a sense of tranquility.

The priest’s gaze was penetrating and appraising, making the little grass on the windowsill inexplicably nervous.

Ye Jisheng’s words fell lightly. “The priest has a keen eye.”

Upon hearing the Demon Lord’s words, the priest immediately withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, merely smiling as he said, “This old minister is also seeing this sea clan treasure for the first time. Indeed, its spiritual power is extremely deep, a treasure rarely found in the world. This immortal grass should be able to transform into human form before long. Since it is a spiritual plant nurtured by Your Excellency, may I ask whether you will bestow a name upon it?”

The little grass on the windowsill, which had been leisurely just moments before, perked up at these words!

Bestow a name?

It had a name!!

In fact, if it weren’t mentioned, it would almost be forgotten. In its previous life, it had actually been a university student. Later it fell ill and didn’t make it, and after waking again, it already had consciousness as a little grass. Over these hundred years on Immortal Mountain and in the demon hall, its memories of its past life had gradually blurred, but it had always remembered its name, remembered who it was.

Ye Jisheng turned around, his crimson eyes falling on the window side, and said calmly, “Mm, it indeed should have a name.”

The High Priest smiled. “This is the first time Your Excellency has bestowed a name upon anyone. It is its great fortune. May I ask what character Your Excellency intends to take?”

One must know that the demon realm had countless subjects, yet though Ye Jisheng was powerful, his temperament was unpredictable. For tens of thousands of years, let alone a harem, no one in the three realms had ever drawn close to him. To be personally raised and even bestowed a name, this was a unique case. This one would surely have great destiny in the future. Now, by helping to ask for this favor, this grass would certainly be deeply grateful to him later.

Ye Jisheng’s dark robe brushed across the icy floor, his handsome face carrying a hint of amusement. “Since it’s an immortal grass, then call it……”

The leaves of the potted grass trembled, unconsciously pricking up its ears to listen.

The High Priest also grew inexplicably nervous.

Ye Jisheng said lightly, “Then call it Zhuzhu.”

The immortal grass in the pot froze stiff all over.

The High Priest, however, broke into a smile and said, “A good name. Zhu, meaning jewel, a treasure. This immortal grass is a rare spiritual plant in the world. Your Excellency is indeed wise!!”

Jian Zhen was shocked to its very core.

Good my *ss!!

Who calls a decent being ‘Pigpig’?! Does it not have any dignity?! The little grass on the windowsill shook its head, trying hard to express its dissatisfaction and let them know.
* pig is zhu as well

When the High Priest saw this, his eyes lit up, and he spoke up on his own initiative. “Your Excellency, look quickly, it moved. It must also be happy to have this name!”

Jian Zhen: “……”