After Running Away Pregnant, I Ended Up on the Wanted Lists of Both the Demon Venerable and the Immortal Venerable Chapter 49

Jian Zhen was stunned for a moment. Looking at the stone being washed by the rain yet becoming cleaner and cleaner, a faint sour feeling rose in his heart. He said, “It’s okay if the stone gets taken. Come find me. I’ll give you another one.”

Ye Jisheng’s dark red eyes looked at him. The boy, looking somewhat miserable in the rain, had eyes that were very clear and awake. He slightly turned his face away and said, “Your things, I don’t want to give them to others.”

Jian Zhen asked, “Why?”

Ye Jisheng stayed silent and turned to leave.

Seeing he was leaving, Jian Zhen hurriedly stopped him and said, “You’re injured. Let me treat your injuries before you go.”

Originally, he knew spells. He was a plant spirit that had gained sentience and was born knowing healing spells. But when he tried to use them, he couldn’t use them at all. Only then did he suddenly realize, his soul had transmigrated. He didn’t have any spells at all now. This body was at the Foundation Establishment stage, but he didn’t know any of the ancestral spells.

After thinking it through, Jian Zhen anxiously said, “Wait here. I’ll go get medicine for you.”

But Ye Jisheng said, “No need.”

Jian Zhen was just about to tell him not to be polite with him.

Ye Jisheng said, “We’re going to clean the ceremonial hall now. You should go.”

Jian Zhen immediately said, “Then after you finish cleaning, go bandage it. The wounds on your hands can’t be delayed any longer. It’s autumn now. Winter will come soon. When that time comes, these wounds will get frostbite and feel even worse. I’ll wait for you here then.”

Ye Jisheng was about to speak again.

But Jian Zhen didn’t give him the chance to refuse and ran off.

The torrential rain poured down on people, hitting head-on and making it a little painful. It should have been the kind of rain that left people looking miserable, but Jian Zhen had things on his mind, so he didn’t feel cold at all.

The rainstorm lasted a long time, only weakening slightly at night.

Dragging his exhausted body from the ceremonial hall, enduring the pain of his injuries, when Ye Jisheng returned to the hill at North Peak, the moonlight was cold and desolate. The grass, just washed by rain, occasionally rang with the sounds of insects. The platform was empty.

That’s right.

He was from the Immortal Clan, and his status was noble. How could he really wait for a mere cleaning disciple like himself?

Standing in the cold wind, a faint sense of self-mockery rose in Ye Jisheng’s heart. Actually, he should have understood this truth long ago, but for some reason, his heart still felt heavy.

Maybe it was because…

The way that person looked at him didn’t carry disgust. When he smiled, he looked very good. It was the cleanest and most adorable smile he had ever seen.

But how could someone like that treat a person like him differently?

Ye Jisheng lowered his eyes. Just as he was about to turn and leave, a voice came from behind him: “You’re back!”

From the small house not far away, a figure walked out. Jian Zhen stepped over puddles still reflecting water on the ground and jogged over in small steps, saying, “The rain hadn’t stopped just now, so I was sheltering from the rain under that corridor eave. I was worried why you hadn’t come back for so long, I was even thinking of going to look for you.”

Ye Jisheng looked at him with some surprise.

He…

Hadn’t left?

Really waited for him?

Jian Zhen busied himself taking out a medicine pouch from his storage pouch and said, “I got the medicine. Where do you live? I’ll take you there to bandage your wounds.”

Ye Jisheng said, “I can bandage them myself.”

Of course Jian Zhen disagreed. He said, “They injured your back. How are you supposed to do your back by yourself?”

Ye Jisheng’s thin face carried some stubbornness. He pressed his lips together and said in a low voice, “You don’t need to worry about me. In the past, when I got injured, it was always like this.”

Jian Zhen took back the medicine pouch, looking at the stubborn Ye Jisheng. He was so angry he breathed heavily and said, “How can that work? I waited here for you for so long just to apply medicine for you. If you don’t let me do it, wouldn’t I have waited for nothing?”

Ye Jisheng seemed somewhat speechless. He raised his head to look at Jian Zhen. Just when Jian Zhen thought he would accept his arrangement, the boy in front of him lowered his head instead.

The cold wind after the rain blew across his half-dried cloth shirt, still faintly dotted with mud spots, and those young hands that were clearly covered in wounds yet still labored.

Ye Jisheng turned and said, “Then I don’t want the medicine anymore.”

Jian Zhen: ?!!

No, was this child stubborn since he was little?

Seeing that Ye Jisheng was about to leave, Jian Zhen took a sharp breath and let out a faint groan, slowly bending slightly at the waist on the spot. His movements were actually very light and small, but Ye Jisheng walking ahead still seemed to have eyes on his back and immediately turned around.

Someone supported him and asked with concern, “Are you okay?”

Jian Zhen gently shook his head, holding his waist and said, “Maybe I got caught in the rain just now and stood outside for too long, so I feel a little dizzy. Can you take me somewhere to rest for a bit?”

Ye Jisheng almost without thinking said, “Okay.”

Jian Zhen couldn’t walk, so Ye Jisheng didn’t hesitate to carry him on his back. His body was very thin, but very strong. On his back, Jian Zhen only felt steadiness.

Ye Jisheng’s steps were very steady. Carrying Jian Zhen, he didn’t walk far before stopping in front of a somewhat shabby wooden house. He opened the door and let Jian Zhen sit on the most intact chair in the house.

Jian Zhen looked around.

There was no oil lamp in the room. With only the hazy moonlight, he could only see an extremely hard wooden plank bed and an old table, on which sat a crude kerosene lamp. Even the window paper was peeling up in the wind. But the one thing that drew attention was that the entire room was exceptionally clean. Even though it was shabby, it was spotless.

This was Ye Jisheng’s room.

The future sole god of the three realms, the supremely noble Demon God, who would live in the magnificent Demon Palace, in this time millions of years ago, lived in a shabby, drafty little wooden house.

Ye Jisheng noticed his gaze and pressed his lips together, saying, “My house is very broken, but this is the closest place around here where you can rest.”

Jian Zhen came back to his senses and said, “It’s okay. This place is very good.”

Ye Jisheng obviously didn’t believe him.

Their houses, the cleaning disciples, the servants, were the most broken. This was the most unbearable place. He didn’t want Jian Zhen to see it, and even less wanted someone so clean like him to be stained by the dust here.

Jian Zhen steadied himself and said, “Come sit here. I’ll help apply medicine to you.”

Ye Jisheng said, “I can do it myself.”

Especially since he was also a dirty person.

Holding the medicine pouch, Jian Zhen pressed a hand to his chest and said, “My body isn’t good. When I get angry, I easily get headaches. Just now it was because you wouldn’t let me help that made me angry. If you still refuse me now, my head will hurt again.”

Ye Jisheng became a little flustered and said, “I’ll go find a pharmacist.”

“No, no, no, no need.” Jian Zhen hurriedly said, “You sit here. Let me properly apply medicine to you.”

After Ye Jisheng confirmed from side to side that Jian Zhen was really fine, he finally sat down across from him. Seeing him obediently cooperate, Jian Zhen revealed a smile. It seemed he had slowly figured out a way to deal with the young Demon God.

Taking out a medicine bottle from the pouch, Jian Zhen reached his hand toward Ye Jisheng and said, “Here, give it to me.”

Ye Jisheng handed his hand to him. Jian Zhen first used cleansing dew to disinfect the wound. While twisting open the cap, he said, “When I got this cleansing dew, the pharmacist said this thing hurts a lot when it touches wounds. He told me to find a senior brother to use a pain-relief spell together with it. But at this hour I can’t find a senior brother. Can you endure it?”

Ye Jisheng nodded.

Jian Zhen hesitated a little, then slowly poured the cleansing dew onto his wound. This dew was a spiritual medicine of the Immortal Clan. When it landed on wounds, it could heal flesh injuries, but the pain wasn’t something ordinary people could endure. When the dew fell onto Ye Jisheng’s wound, Jian Zhen clearly saw his arm tremble slightly. The intense pain made the veins in his arm bulge.

Jian Zhen said, “Does it hurt a lot?”

Ye Jisheng’s eyes were red-amber. His expression was very calm. The boy’s thin face was pale, yet he still said, “It doesn’t hurt.”

Jian Zhen continued applying medicine for him. As he healed his wounds little by little, some of the savage scars made him frown in distress just looking at them. But even though cold sweat appeared on Ye Jisheng’s forehead, he didn’t make a sound.

Gradually, Jian Zhen felt that he finally saw, on the young Demon God, the shadow of the one from the future.

The same stubbornness. The same refusal to show weakness. In the past, he thought that was the pride of the Demon God as the Demon Lord. Now he understood, some people’s pride is carved into their bones. No matter their identity, no matter their situation, they will not easily bow their heads.

Jian Zhen softly asked, “Why are you called Wusheng?”

Is it because you don’t like to talk?

Or who gave you that name? Does it have some special meaning?

Ye Jisheng, however, said calmly: “When I was sold to the Immortal Clan, this was the name assigned according to the ranking of the sweeping disciples.”

Jian Zhen’s hand trembled, and the jade dew bottle in his hand almost fell, but Ye Jisheng steadily caught it. He raised his head and said, “The medicine has already been applied almost enough. The rest doesn’t need to be applied.”

“Why?” Jian Zhen said. “You still have other wounds.”

Ye Jisheng only put the cap back onto the medicine bottle, set it back on the table, and said, “The remaining wounds are all very small. Using it on me would be a waste.”

Jian Zhen looked at his serious expression, and his mind drifted a little.

Having long been used to that Demon God who could have wind if he wanted wind and rain if he wanted rain, now seeing the thin person in front of him living in hardship, he did not feel that the image was shattered, rather, the only thing that surged up was heartache.

Jian Zhen said very seriously: “This medicine is meant for you. Things meant for you to use are not a waste.”

Moonlight poured in from outside.

Inside the room, the person wearing white disciple robes had a warm and gentle voice, just like the vast moonlight spreading between heaven and earth, softly, equally falling upon the dark world, dispersing all cold gloom.

Ye Jisheng wanted to refuse.

But Jian Zhen had already stood up and walked outside, saying: “I have to go back. This medicine isn’t a one-time use. It needs to be changed in two days. I’ll come find you then!”

After speaking, the person pushed the door open and left.

When the door was opened, the moonlight outside shone in through the crack of the door. When the door was closed, the light was shut out again, as if, when he left, even the light left the dilapidated little hut with him.

Ye Jisheng’s scar-covered hand lifted and fell onto the smooth little bottle, gripping it tightly, saying nothing. The boy seated in the darkness clutched it with force, like grasping a straw in floating dust.

The next day.

Lying on the sickbed, Jian Zhen let out a painful wailing sound.

Standing beside the bed, Fu Changhuan looked down at him from above, face stern and especially strict, very much carrying the bearing of a senior brother.

Jian Zhen called weakly: “Senior Brother…”

Fu Changhuan said: “The apothecary said you fell sick because you were caught in the rain. Why were you in the rain?”

Jian Zhen’s fever made his face flushed red. He said: “Because when it rained, I was wandering outside, and accidentally got drenched.”

Fu Changhuan subconsciously frowned. New disciples being curious about the outside and wandering around was actually not something unreasonable, but being able to get so miserable just from being caught in one rainstorm, this was the first time he had seen it. The words of scolding had just reached his lips, when he met a pair of moist eyes, misty with water. The fever had reddened his whole face, and he looked pitiful beyond words.

Jian Zhen’s voice was soft. He said: “Senior Brother, did the apothecary prescribe me any fever-reducing medicine? I feel so uncomfortable…”

The scolding at Fu Changhuan’s lips was forcibly swallowed back. He said calmly: “The apothecary has already given you medicine, but your body is different from ordinary people. You have rejection reactions toward healing-type spells and all kinds of spiritual medicines. When spells are cast on you or when you are fed medicine, your body will reject them. So now you can only slowly take ordinary herbal medicine.”

Jian Zhen was shocked: “Ah, why?!”

Fu Changhuan lowered his eyes and said: “I will report your body condition to Grandmaster Ancestor, but these days Grandmaster Ancestor is in closed-door cultivation. I’m afraid it won’t be possible.”

Jian Zhen fell silent.

Why is this body like this? Did the original owner of this body also have this problem?

Rejecting spiritual medicine and spiritual energy, what kind of strange physique is this? That’s too miserable!

Just as he was thinking.

Someone entered from outside. The apothecary came in and said: “This is ordinary herbal medicine that I had people go down to the town below Spirit Mountain to purchase. You need to decoct and drink it every day. This is the medicine I just decocted. Try it.”

Jian Zhen smelled a pitch-black, extremely bitter medicinal smell.

Before, whether in Spirit Mountain or the Demon Realm, what he drank and used were all spiritual herbs and spiritual medicines. Those were herbs grown with spiritual energy, so naturally they wouldn’t be as bitter as ordinary herbs.

Fu Changhuan took it and handed it to Jian Zhen.

Jian Zhen held the black, murky bowl, and his whole little face almost scrunched together. After hesitating and taking one sip, the bitterness spread between his lips and teeth. He couldn’t hold it in and spat it out with a “wah.”

Fu Changhuan frowned.

Jian Zhen looked up and said pitifully: “So bitter.”

This wasn’t a level of bitterness a normal person could accept.

Ordinary people would soften their hearts.

But those cultivating the Path of Heartlessness were an exception. Fu Changhuan lowered his eyes and said indifferently: “Good medicine tastes bitter. Your physique is special. If you don’t drink it, your illness will worsen. Do you want to suffer more?”

Jian Zhen shook his head pitifully. Under Fu Changhuan’s gaze, he ultimately braced himself and drank it all.

Only then did Fu Changhuan say: “Rest first.”

After Jian Zhen finished drinking, it was as if he had used up all the strength in his body. He set the bowl on the table and returned under the blanket. The herbs also had some sleep-aiding effects, and combined with his dizzy head, he fell asleep not long after.

The person curled up under the blanket sank into deep sleep.

After standing silently for a moment, Fu Changhuan finally bent down and tucked the blanket for the sleeping person before turning and leaving.

The apothecary waited outside and said: “Lord Wangyou, if this person’s body is like this, I’m afraid his innate aptitude isn’t very good. For someone with this aptitude to become Grandmaster Ancestor’s disciple, I’m afraid…”

Before he finished speaking.

Fu Changhuan’s somewhat cold gaze looked over, instantly making him shut his mouth. He said: “Grandmaster Ancestor’s decision has its own purpose. Now Jian Zhu is already my junior brother. This is a settled matter.”

Cold sweat broke out on the apothecary’s back, and he hurriedly said: “This disciple understands.”

Jian Zhen’s sleep was muddled and heavy. For a while he dreamed of a sea so bitter it made people dizzy, and for a while he dreamed of being chased by a flock of pitch-black birds. In the end, drifting up and down, when he woke, the sky was already dark.

A medicinal smell floated inside the room.

Jian Zhen heard someone say: “Time to drink medicine.”

Now, these words were no different from a death warrant.

The person who had just woken buried his face in the blanket and muttered: “Don’t want to drink it. Just leave it there.”

The voice in the room sounded again, calmly saying: “The apothecary instructed that these decoctions need to be drunk while hot to be effective. If they get cold, they won’t work.”

Jian Zhen paused in his movement. Why did this voice sound a bit familiar?

The person buried in the blanket instantly lifted his head. The face he met was Ye Jisheng’s. He was wearing the cloth shirt of a sweeping disciple, but it had already been cleaned and washed. The person standing there was holding a bowl filled with black medicinal soup.

Jian Zhen’s eyes lit up. He almost forgot about drinking the bitter medicine. He said: “You’re here?”

Ye Jisheng was also startled by the kind of joy and brightness that burst out in his eyes. The fingers holding the bowl unconsciously tightened. He nodded lightly.

“Today Senior Brother seemed to say he would find someone to decoct medicine for me.” Jian Zhen’s brain finally started turning. He said: “At that time I was thinking, if it were you, that would be great. I didn’t expect it really would be you!”

Ye Jisheng nodded and said: “It is me.”

Jian Zhen smiled and said: “What a coincidence.”

Ye Jisheng lowered his eyes and said nothing, hiding the faintly aching injuries on his back. In order to grab this task, he had paid a great price, but he didn’t care.

Jian Zhen’s voice was a little hoarse. He sat up and said: “Originally I was thinking I would go find you these two days to change your medicine. Who knew now it turned into you decocting medicine for me. I didn’t make it to our appointment in time, you don’t blame me, right?”

Ye Jisheng said: “You were sick. I don’t blame you.”

When he left that day, he said he would come again in two days. Every time he returned to North Peak, even though he knew it was wishful thinking, he would still hope a figure would appear. But every time he looked over, it was empty.

There were so many disciples on Spirit Mountain. There were also many things to be busy with every day. Maybe he couldn’t spare the time, or… maybe he had already forgotten about it. That was all normal. Ye Jisheng always comforted himself like this. Besides, he was only a low-status sweeping disciple. What was there worth someone keeping him in their heart for?

Maybe that day he was just acting on a whim.

His rational mind thought so, yet he still couldn’t control the emptiness in his heart. Until he heard he was sick and needed a disciple to decoct medicine, only then did he know he was sick.

No one knew how anxious he was on the way here.

He wanted to see him. Was his illness serious? How did he get sick?

There were many thoughts, but the moment he saw him, he forgot them all completely. Jian Zhen didn’t even need to do anything. Just smiling and saying a few words to him made him unable to think about anything else.

Jian Zhen on the bed asked in confusion: “What’s wrong with you?”

Ye Jisheng came back to his senses and looked at him.

Jian Zhen reached out his hand to him and said: “Since there’s no escaping it anyway, I might as well drink the medicine. If it gets cold it’ll definitely be more bitter. Might as well drink it earlier.”

He grabbed the medicine bowl.

Jian Zhen frowned. When he wanted to down it in one gulp, he discovered the expected bitterness did not come. In his mouth there was only a slight medicinal taste, and the rest was a bit of sweetness. He raised his head in surprise and asked: “What’s going on?”

Ye Jisheng stood to the side and said: “When I was decocting the medicine, I saw it was a bit bitter. I was afraid you wouldn’t be used to it, so I mixed in some preserved fruit.”

After a pause.

As if afraid Jian Zhen would misunderstand.

Ye Jisheng said: “This preserved fruit is something ordinary people all eat. It won’t ruin the medicinal effects.”

Jian Zhen paused, then let out a light laugh and said: “So sweet. Thank you.”

The afterglow of the sunset shone in from outside, scattering a room full of warm light, bringing the temperature of autumn and making the room warm and comfortable.

Ye Jisheng lightly shook his head, then lowered his eyes. The person standing beside the bed did not dare to overstep, did not even dare to look too much, only stood quietly and properly at the side, like silent protection.

After Jian Zhen finished drinking, he sighed and said: “Finally not so painful anymore. You have no idea how painful it was when I drank medicine yesterday. The patient meal they sent was also plain porridge with no taste. I couldn’t eat it at all. I’m hungry now, but I don’t want to eat. Just thinking about it makes me lose my appetite.”

Ye Jisheng was silent for a moment, then said: “What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you.”

Jian Zhen looked at him in shock: “You can cook?”

Ye Jisheng didn’t understand why he was so shocked, but said: “No. But I can learn.”

Jian Zhen hesitated: “Ah, you’re going to learn right now?”

Ye Jisheng said: “I learn things very quickly. As long as I look once, or if there’s a book, I can remember it and do it well.”

Jian Zhen: “……”

Big boss, isn’t this a bit too heaven-defying?

And why are you saying such an amazing ability so calmly, hey!!

Although Jian Zhen was a little doubtful, he still said: “Then… then you can try? I don’t really have anything special I want to eat, but I want to eat some home-style dishes. I really can’t drink that patient-meal plain porridge anymore.”

Ye Jisheng said: “Leave it to me.”

After drinking medicine yesterday and today, Jian Zhen had actually regained some strength.

Actually, there was a small kitchen in this little courtyard, it just wasn’t usually used. Ye Jisheng left for a while, somehow brought back some vegetables, then took out a cookbook and started reading it.

Jian Zhen sat on the small chair in the courtyard, basking in the afternoon sun.

Ye Jisheng got busy in the kitchen. Clearly someone learning to cook for the first time, yet Jian Zhen saw him deftly devein shrimp, and skillfully chop vegetables. Every movement was like a textbook demonstration.

As the sun set in the west.

Jian Zhen’s fever hadn’t fully gone down. He slowly fell asleep on the rocking chair. When he woke up again, he only saw someone carrying several small dishes out from the kitchen, and there was an extra blanket covering him.

Ye Jisheng said: “You’re awake.”

Jian Zhen nodded lightly.

Ye Jisheng then said: “I made some things. Try them.”

Jian Zhen stood up and looked toward the table, sucking in a breath of shock. How was this just “some things”? Four dishes and one soup, and he had even carefully made a seafood porridge. It could be said to be extremely lavish!

The person who had drunk plain porridge for two days almost wanted to cry from joy.

Jian Zhen said emotionally: “Did you really just learn how to cook? You’re really amazing!”

Ye Jisheng said: “I just learned.”

Jian Zhen sat down somewhat puzzled and said: “You never thought about learning cooking before?”

Ye Jisheng’s thin and frail figure stretched into a long shadow under the afterglow of the sunset. He said: “Before, I thought more about how to stay alive.”

Jian Zhen suddenly fell silent. His chest felt slightly sour. He parted his lips and said: “Then what about now?”

He thought Ye Jisheng would say, because now he didn’t have to worry anymore.

But Ye Jisheng said calmly: “Now I think about how you can eat the food you want to eat.”

Jian Zhen’s hand unconsciously curled up. He picked up a piece of stir-fried meat and put it into his mouth, quickly praising: “It’s delicious, really delicious. Your cooking is really especially good!”

Ye Jisheng stood to the side watching him reveal a satisfied smile. Lowering his eyes, he said: “As long as you like it. In the future, as long as you need it, I will cook for you.”

Jian Zhen smiled and said: “You’re not a cook.”

Ye Jisheng nodded, as if acknowledging his words, and said: “I will only cook for you.”

Jian Zhen suddenly froze.

His thoughts drifted a little far away. He suddenly thought of when, in the Demon Palace, when he made meat pancakes, the proud and noble Demon Lord had made meat pancakes for him. At that time he suggested making some for the child too, but Ye Jisheng had sneered, saying he wasn’t a cook.

He then thought.

At that time, he had once asked Ye Jisheng why he could cook.

The Demon God’s answer was that he forgot.

If…

If Ye Jisheng truly had not learned cooking before, then the reason he could cook, could it be…?!