When this kiss slowly fell, Jian Zhen panted, his little face tinged with a blush, looking at Ye Jisheng with misty eyes.
Oh my.
This grass is really suffocating to death, how does he not need to breathe at all?
Ye Jisheng’s eyes were like the purest rubies. His fingertip brushed across Jian Zhen’s lips, his voice carrying a low, magnetic huskiness: “Is it better?”
Jian Zhen breathed lightly and shook his head.
Ye Jisheng raised a brow. “Still hurts?”
A few traces of blush stained Jian Zhen’s face. Hearing this, he glared at him in feigned annoyance and said in a soft voice, “I just couldn’t catch my breath.”
Ye Jisheng curled his lips into a smile. His crimson eyes were as if stained with vivid blood-red.
Jian Zhen lay on the bed and rested for a while, then softly said, “I really do seem to not hurt that much anymore.”
Ye Jisheng said lightly, “Mm. This Exalted One will go change clothes.”
Jian Zhen nodded, not thinking much of it.
The pain in his body had been relieved, finally allowing him to let out a sigh of relief.
But looking at the empty space beside him, an odd sense of panic suddenly rose in Jian Zhen’s heart. After getting off the bed, he stepped out of the hall. Behind the palace hall there was a hot spring pool. He saw Ye Jisheng sitting in the water, and dark red blood was slowly floating up.
This sight stabbed into Jian Zhen’s eyes.
Jian Zhen quickly walked over and saw Ye Jisheng with blood still staining the corner of his mouth. His face was pale, yet the red in his crimson eyes was even more vivid. When he lifted his gaze, Jian Zhen’s figure was clearly reflected in his eyes.
The person by the pool had already been frightened badly.
Standing beside Ye Jisheng, Jian Zhen said with a trembling voice, “What’s wrong with you?”
Ye Jisheng had vomited blood, staining his whole body with it. This was also the first time Jian Zhen had seen the Demon God like this. In his heart, Ye Jisheng had always been powerful. This man could be quite ill-intentioned at times, yet there was nothing he could not do. He was always confident and flamboyant, even ruthless and decisive, merciless in how he dealt with others.
But now…
Leaning against the stone wall of the hot spring, he seemed not to care about the blood on his body at all, and looked at Jian Zhen indifferently. “What did you come here for?”
Jian Zhen said, “You’re vomiting blood.”
How could this person not worry about his own body at all?
Ye Jisheng said, “I know.”
Jian Zhen froze. He suddenly thought of when he had been kissing Ye Jisheng, the cool aura that had continuously been passed into him. After he received it, his stomach no longer hurt. It was a very familiar feeling. Divine soul. The Immortal Venerable had once said that a god’s divine soul contained their soul power and essence blood, and could not be casually passed to others, or one would suffer extremely severe backlash.
Thinking of this, Jian Zhen became somewhat flustered. “You passed your divine soul to me and suffered backlash, didn’t you?”
The Demon God sitting by the pool had ink-black hair draped behind him. His skin was pale, making the dark red blood especially shocking. Looking at Jian Zhen, the corner of his lips curved into a smile. “Won’t die.”
Jian Zhen: “……”
Big brother, can you look at the fact that your whole body is covered in blood?!
The water of the Cold Pool was icy cold and could suppress wounds and spiritual veins, and yet Ye Jisheng vomited another mouthful of blood.
Jian Zhen said anxiously, “You’re like this and you’re still saying it’s nothing, I’ll go find the High Priest!”
As soon as the words fell, before he could even go, the High Priest, as if he had long expected this, rushed in from outside.
Seeing him was like seeing a savior. Jian Zhen immediately said, “Priest, quickly come and take a look at him.”
The High Priest walked over and saw the pool dyed red with blood. Ye Jisheng lightly closed his eyes, as though he did not care about any of it at all, he was even too lazy to wash off the blood on his body, simply soaking in the pool, as if the injured one was not himself.
Seeing this situation, the High Priest let out several heavy sighs. He turned to Jian Zhen and said, “Your Excellency, the Venerable forcibly expended a great amount of demonic power, and in addition used his divine soul, which is why it is like this…”
Jian Zhen hurriedly asked, “How can he get better?”
The High Priest thought for a moment and said, “His Excellency has a divine body. All these years he has been plagued by a curse, and his divine soul is already damaged. This old minister has long heard that in the South Sea there is a hidden clan. That clan were once followers of the ancient gods. They must have a way to communicate with spirits and repair the divine soul. This matter this old minister actually mentioned to His Excellency long ago, but His Excellency has never been willing.”
Jian Zhen asked curiously, “Why?”
The High Priest shook his head. “This old minister also does not know. If Your Excellency can persuade His Excellency, that would be best.”
Jian Zhen could only nod, and the High Priest withdrew and left.
Almost as soon as the High Priest left, Ye Jisheng, who had just been resting with his eyes closed, vomited another mouthful of blood. Jian Zhen grew anxious and was just about to step away to call the High Priest back when his hand was suddenly seized.
Ye Jisheng’s hand was somewhat cold, making him shiver instinctively. Looking carefully, he could only see the man’s serious eyes. His face was gloomy as he suddenly said softly, “No need to find him.”
Jian Zhen froze. “Ah?”
“Stay here.” Ye Jisheng closed his eyes tiredly. “Just stay by my side.”
Jian Zhen then obediently sat beside him. Perhaps because Ye Jisheng had set up an array, he could not feel the cold; even when he touched Ye Jisheng’s body, it was burning hot. Even so, he was still somewhat uneasy.
There was silence by the hot spring pool.
After a long while, Ye Jisheng finally said, “In these Three Realms, countless people want this Venerable’s life. The Immortal Clan, the Demon Clan, the Ghost Clan, they all wish for this Venerable to die soon, so that they may obtain peace in the Three Realms. But what they might not expect is that this world is terribly dull. Day after day of ugly faces, this Venerable grew tired of it long ago. Supreme of the Three Realms? This Venerable does not want such a broken title at all.”
Jian Zhen: “……”
Is this the capriciousness of a big shot?
Jian Zhen said, “Not everyone wants your life. Many of the Demon Clan’s people hope you are well. They hope you live.”
Ye Jisheng said lightly, “They only need a Demon God, someone who can protect them.”
After a pause, Ye Jisheng’s gaze fell upon Jian Zhen. Those crimson eyes were like red gemstones, yet heavy and dark. He said, “If this Venerable fails to cross the tribulation, the child in your womb has an innate divine body. Unlike this Venerable, whose demonic power was sealed by half, in the future he will become the ruler of the Three Realms. And you are his father. You will likewise become the most respected person in the Three Realms.”
Jian Zhen said directly, “Since you don’t care for the title of Supreme of the Three Realms, then I don’t care for it either. My baby doesn’t care for it even more.”
Ye Jisheng seemed not to have expected him to say this, and rarely froze for a moment.
All the people in this world fight back and forth for nothing but profit; all the clans of the Three Realms struggle against one another for nothing but power. Everyone wants to be the Supreme.
Only his little grass said he didn’t care.
Ye Jisheng let out a low laugh. The man leaned against the wall of the pool, his body covered in blood, yet he laughed exceptionally brightly, it was a kind of unrestrained and flamboyant laughter.
After laughing, Ye Jisheng suddenly stood up from the pool. With a lift of his hand, soul-fire appeared, drying the clothes on his body. The dark robes did not retain a single trace of blood.
Jian Zhen was picked up horizontally in his arms. Ye Jisheng’s body carried a slightly damp, cool aura, yet it was not cold.
The two returned to the Demon Palace.
Jian Zhen finally went back to his little bed. Looking at Ye Jisheng’s pale complexion, he tightly grasped the corner of his robe and asked, “Why are you unwilling to go to the South Sea?”
Ye Jisheng looked at him and smiled. “It’s only a divine soul. If it scatters, then it scatters. What use is it?”
Jian Zhen looked at his cool eyes, took hold of his hand, and said, “I want you to take me to the South Sea.”
Ye Jisheng froze.
“What the Demon Clan needs is a Demon God. What I and the baby need is you.” Jian Zhen looked at him and said, “Just you, not the Demon God, not the Supreme of the Three Realms. If your divine soul scatters, I care. The baby cares too. In this world, there are people who care.”
As soon as the words fell, Jian Zhen suddenly cried out in pain.
Ye Jisheng’s expression changed abruptly. He supported Jian Zhen’s waist and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Jian Zhen blinked lightly, then pointed to his stomach and said in a small voice, “Just now the baby seemed to kick me.”
Ye Jisheng’s crimson eyes deepened. His hand carefully fell down, something the Demon God had never done before. Jian Zhen encouraged him, “Quick, touch it. Just now the baby seemed to kick me again!”
Ye Jisheng feigned composure and said, “Go to sleep.”
But Jian Zhen grabbed his hand and placed it on his own stomach.
And the little baby in his womb seemed very cooperative. When the Demon God’s hand rested there, Ye Jisheng suddenly felt a slight movement. It was a rhythm of life, and that life was not someone else. It was his child, his and Jian Zhen’s child.
The look in Ye Jisheng’s eyes changed as he looked at Jian Zhen.
Jian Zhen revealed a smile and softly said, “Right? Did you feel it?”
Ye Jisheng nodded. The former carelessness on his face faded, his gaze deepening. Such an interaction seemed like forming a close connection with this world.
Jian Zhen lay back down on the bed. He said to Ye Jisheng, “Looks like the baby agrees with what I just said. I don’t care about being Supreme of the Three Realms, don’t care about being some Demon God. He and I only care about you.”
Clearly somewhat bold words, yet when he said them, he was exceptionally serious.
Ye Jisheng lay down beside him. Jian Zhen was getting a little sleepy as he spoke, but he still deliberately held on, trying hard to rouse his spirits to say to Ye Jisheng, “Then promise me, promise you’ll definitely go to the South Sea. You have to live well. You’re not allowed to say those things about wanting to die again…”
Little Grass’s voice grew softer and softer.
Ye Jisheng did not speak.
The entire great hall was exceptionally quiet. The whole night passed in silence, only someone holding the person in his arms, from whom came light, shallow breathing, the clearest presence.
Jian Zhen nestled in his arms, as if filling his entire world. Ye Jisheng did not sleep, merely quietly watching him. When the flamboyant dawn rose the next day, sunlight poured into the entire palace of the Demon Realm, as if completely dispelling the darkness and bringing new light.
Jian Zhen woke from his sleep, but did not expect that the moment he opened his eyes he would meet Ye Jisheng’s clear gaze. He had been looking at him like this for who knew how long. Little Grass’s drowsiness faded, and he asked somewhat puzzled, “What’s wrong?”
Ye Jisheng did not answer. He directly sat up and said, “Get up. Prepare to leave.”
Jian Zhen asked curiously, “Where are we going?”
Ye Jisheng stood up. The man’s figure was tall, backlit by the light. He turned to look at him, standing in the sunlight, as if the shadows on his body had finally all dispersed. Turning back, he said, “The South Sea.”
