After Running Away Pregnant, I Ended Up on the Wanted Lists of Both the Demon Venerable and the Immortal Venerable Chapter 5

The Immortal Clan, Immortal Realm’s Spirit Mountain.

Clouds and mist drifted, immortal qi gathered, snowflakes softly scattered down through the air, a wind carrying a hint of chill blew through.

At the highest peak of Spirit Mountain stood the palace that was the residence of the Supreme Immortal of the Immortal Realm.

When he emerged from the grand formation of seclusion, a man dressed in white stepped in with cloud-patterned brocade boots and stood by the palace window. Frost and snow fell upon him, adding a touch of cold clarity to his brows.

A young attendant knelt on the ground: “Immortal Venerable, it was this disciple’s failure to notice, unable to properly take care of the spirit grass. The immortal grass you instructed us to carefully tend before entering seclusion has been in dormancy this entire period. Yesterday its flowerpot suddenly shattered. We dared not touch it without authorization and request the Immortal Venerable’s punishment.”

As the words fell, the palace fell silent.

The young attendant felt extremely uneasy. As an attendant by the side of the highest Immortal Venerable of the Immortal Realm, he knew his Immortal Venerable best, pure of heart and desireless, emotions never shown on his face for tens of thousands of years. Yet now the pressure belonging to an immortal descended, making him tremble in fear without realizing it. He had not expected that the immortal grass was actually so important to the Immortal Venerable.

The wind blew, snow fell, bringing boundless chill.

After a long while.

“Rise.”

The pressure around instantly lightened; the young attendant felt as though he was granted amnesty.

Fu Changhuan looked down at him and asked: “During this period, has anyone else come?”

The young attendant immediately replied: “In response to the Immortal Venerable, this disciple has been guarding the place the entire time. No one else has come.”

A contemplative expression appeared on Fu Changhuan’s face.

The young attendant asked uneasily: “Has something happened to the immortal grass?”

The white jade flowerpot on the windowsill had indeed shattered. The spirit soil was protected by spiritual power; though the pot had cracked, the soil had not fallen apart. Thus the immortal grass and its potted soil remained intact in place, only its roots having grown much more slender and long.

Fu Changhuan stood by the side, his long fingers resting upon the branches of the immortal grass, and said calmly: “Nothing serious. It is merely a brief sleep caused by an increase in cultivation. After some days, it should awaken.”

The young attendant was slightly surprised: “The little grass’s cultivation has increased so quickly?”

Fu Changhuan said: “Spirit Mountain is rich in spiritual qi. That it has made progress is only normal. It’s just that an ordinary flowerpot likely no longer suits it.”

The young attendant thought briefly and said: “Shall this disciple go to the storeroom to find another?”

Fu Changhuan withdrew his hand and stood by the window. Snow fell from the eaves, as cold and ethereal as his voice: “The Mengxi clan excels at crafting spirit artifacts, especially those made from warm jade gemstones, which are most suitable for the growth of grass, wood, and forest plants. Go and send word for me, inquire into the whereabouts of such an item. Once there is news, report back immediately. I will make the trip myself.”

The young attendant immediately replied: “Yes!”

Previously, because of lax supervision, the immortal grass had already come to harm. This time, no matter what, he had to find out the whereabouts of that warm jade gemstone vase for the Immortal Venerable.

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The Demon Realm

The towering Demon God Mountain stood at the very center of the main hall of the Demon City. Crimson clouds in the sky sketched an exquisitely beautiful scene; the heavens churned as wind swept the clouds, and demonic birds pierced through the clouds, flying past.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the Demon God’s grand hall.

This sleep of Jian Zhen’s was especially deep. In the past, its dormancy had been a deep sleep with hardly any dreams, yet this time the dream arrived suddenly. In the dream was a sea of fire, countless figures interwoven within it, noisy and chaotic. Someone stepped through the fire against the light, yet their face could not be seen. It grew anxious, wanting to struggle with all its strength, yet still unable to grasp them.

It suddenly opened its eyes.

What met its gaze was the striking sunlight outside the great hall of the Demon Realm.

From not far away came a familiar aged voice: “Your Excellency, you have emerged from seclusion a day earlier than usual. Did something occur within the illusion realm? Were you injured, did an accident happen?”

The immortal grass on the windowsill gently trembled its leaves and looked toward the hall.

The High Priest stood below the platform in the hall, wearing an expression both respectful and worried. Looking upward past layer upon layer of steps, the demonic dragon pillars were tall and imposing. Ye Jisheng sat languidly upon the throne, black hair scattered down his back. He propped his chin with one hand; his handsome face and crimson eyes were deep and cool, looking both striking and sinister, as though merged into one with the cold, murderous throne behind him.

At the mention of the word “accident.”

Ye Jisheng lifted his eyelids, his gaze crossing some distance and falling upon the immortal grass on the windowsill.

Jian Zhen’s leaves trembled slightly: “……”

It was already said to be an accident.

How could this be blamed on it? It didn’t know why it had turned out this way either!

The little grass in the pot cowardly curled its slender, soft leaves inward, pretending to be in a state of staying aloof from the matter. The little grass knew nothing; it had nothing to do with the little grass.

Ye Jisheng withdrew his gaze and spoke lazily: “What does the Priest think could have happened?”

The High Priest bowed and replied: “Your Excellency, over these past hundred years, this old minister has exhausted half a lifetime of ability to obtain a prophecy from our demon clan’s sacred treasure, the Moon Mirror. The curse upon your body is a Heart-Binding Curse. The first person to break your heart-demon illusion and be able to help you suppress the curse will be your fated partner across three lifetimes, destined to be entangled with you as your lover.”

As the words fell.

The hall fell utterly silent.

The immortal grass on the windowsill suddenly shuddered all over, shocked by these words.

The High Priest felt an invisible pressure upon his body; were it not for his strong mental fortitude, he would likely already be kneeling on the ground, prepared to bear the Demon God’s wrath.

After a long silence in the hall, a cold laugh sounded.

Ye Jisheng’s crimson eyes cooled slightly: “A fated one?”

Cold sweat covered his body. The High Priest said: “Yes, Your Excellency. For tens of thousands of years, the fate prophesied by the Moon Mirror has never once been wrong.”

A dangerous and icy aura spread through the hall.

The little grass on the windowsill only felt a gaze land upon itself. If anything had gone wrong last night beneath the red moon, wouldn’t it be the matter of, after taking form, its spirit body inexplicably encountering Ye Jisheng?

It activated its clever little brain and thought it over.

Could it be that…

Because of its appearance last night, it had disrupted the Demon God’s originally fated marriage?!

The more it thought about it, the more guilty it felt.

The usually carefree little grass weakly trembled its leaves into a small ball, looking so cowardly it was almost pitiful.

Ye Jisheng’s crimson eyes reflected its small movements. The corner of his lips hooked slightly. He withdrew his gaze and spoke casually: “This Venerable has never believed in fate.”

The High Priest was about to speak again, but upon raising his head and meeting Ye Jisheng’s icy gaze, all words clogged in his throat. The Demon God’s temperament was unpredictable; even as the High Priest, he dared not speak recklessly, otherwise his end would likely be grim.

As he was thinking.

He suddenly saw the immortal grass on the windowsill beside the demon throne. The High Priest’s gaze shook as he spoke: “Your Excellency, the glazed tile stone flowerpot has shattered?”

Ye Jisheng sat languidly upon the throne, idly toying with the immortal grass’s branches and leaves in his hand: “The Priest has keen eyes.”

High Priest: “……”

Never able to fathom the Demon God’s thoughts, the Priest could only take the initiative: “The immortal grass is a spirit plant. Now that it has gained strength from the glazed tile stone, an ordinary pot likely can no longer be used. This old minister has heard that the Mengxi gemstones of the Mengxi clan are most suitable for nourishing the souls of spirit plants. By coincidence, this minister has recently inquired into the whereabouts of a Mengxi stone. It is marked on this map, which I present to Your Excellency.”

As he spoke, demonic power stirred slightly, and a map fell out of thin air onto Ye Jisheng’s table.

Ye Jisheng did not speak, only nodded faintly.

The High Priest knew this one’s patience was likely at its limit and hurriedly, with tact, said: “This old minister takes his leave.”

The respectful figure departed, the sound of footsteps gradually fading away.

The little grass on the windowsill tilted its head to listen, thinking about its new pot, when a cool voice from Ye Jisheng reached its ears: “Everyone’s gone. Why haven’t you taken form yet?”

Hearing this, the immortal grass’s leaves trembled. Yesterday’s fear still lingered; the cowardly grass pretended not to hear and went into dormancy.

While it was feigning…

There came the sound of a map being flipped open. Ye Jisheng’s tone was light and indifferent: “So the warm jade stone is at the Ghost Realm Chamber of Commerce? That’s quite a bustling place. The journey is long and rather dull. This Venerable will choose someone to travel together, who to bring…”

Before the words had even fallen.

The immortal grass, lonely for over a hundred years, excitedly shook its leaves wildly. Like a little jade bead, the tender green dumpling-like spirit heard the news that it could go out; its spirit body emerged from the immortal grass and landed on the desk, the small leaf atop its head swaying back and forth as it looked eagerly at Ye Jisheng.

Just as the little grass spirit was brimming with excitement, it heard a soft chuckle come from the throne.

It froze, lifting its head to meet Ye Jisheng’s lofty face. The man sat upon the throne with one hand propping his chin, crimson eyes smiling, looking at it with a hint of teasing.

Only then did Jian Zhen realize it had exposed itself: “……”

He did it on purpose!!

It had been tricked again!

The round little grass dumpling was furious. Even with only a spirit body, the little grass had quite a temper. Just as it was about to turn around and sulk… 

Ye Jisheng stood up. “Let’s go.”

Jian Zhen froze.

The person who stood up from the throne was tall and straight, suddenly becoming extremely oppressive. The Demon God turned his head to look toward the table and spoke: “What, don’t you want to leave the city anymore?”

The little grass on the desk was struck by the sudden joy. Seeing Ye Jisheng make as if to leave, it hurriedly flew up and rushed toward him. Just as it was about to crash into his chest, it was caught by a long, pale hand.

Ye Jisheng’s gaze fell on it. “Behave yourself.”

Because of the sudden delight, Jian Zhen did not get angry at being scolded at all. Instead, in an excellent mood, it rubbed against his finger as it always did to act cute. Its spirit body was as soft as tender leaf buds, full of dependence and joy. Having come into this world for a hundred years and always been trapped on the mountain, it had long looked forward to the day it could go out and see things. Today, it could finally go down the mountain!!

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