After Running Away Pregnant, I Ended Up on the Wanted Lists of Both the Demon Venerable and the Immortal Venerable Chapter 50

Jian Zhen said to Ye Jisheng: “You eat too.”

But Ye Jisheng lightly shook his head and said: “I’m not hungry.”

“How could you not be hungry?” Jian Zhen didn’t believe it at all. He said: “You came at noon to decoct medicine for me, take care of me, and cook for me. After so long you must be hungry!”

Ye Jisheng said: “After I go back, sweeping disciples have their own meals. I don’t need to eat yours.”

Jian Zhen said instinctively: “How can the sweeping disciples’ meals be as rich as these? And what do you mean yours and mine, why are you drawing such a clear line with me?”

Ye Jisheng’s red eyes lifted to look at him. Jian Zhen originally didn’t realize what was wrong, but after meeting Ye Jisheng’s gaze, he slowly realized that this was not thousands of years later, and he and the young Demon God did not originally have such a familiar relationship.

Jian Zhen: “……”

Seeing the slightly questioning look in Ye Jisheng’s eyes.

Jian Zhen lightly coughed. He found himself an excuse and said: “When I was at home, I was also used to having someone eat with me. I just came to Spirit Mountain and I’m not used to eating alone. Eat with me.”

Any matter, as long as it was related to himself, he would not be rejected so decisively.

Sure enough.

After Jian Zhen said this, Ye Jisheng was silent for a moment, then nodded and said: “Okay.”

The youth wearing rough cloth clothes sat down beside him. Jian Zhen had actually already eaten his fill. He sat on the chair slowly drinking soup, watching Ye Jisheng eat. He ate very quickly. This should be a habit formed from the strict dining times of Spirit Mountain disciples. But although fast, it was not rough. He ate bit by bit, in an orderly way, eating very seriously.

In the end, he ate the entire table very cleanly.

Jian Zhen was a little surprised. He only smiled with some emotion and said: “See, I told you you were hungry. You ate everything so cleanly.”

Ye Jisheng said: “I’m used to it.”

Jian Zhen asked: “Not wasting food?”

Ye Jisheng sat on the chair. The afterglow of the evening clouds fell on his body, scattering faint coolness carried by the evening wind. His voice was calm but carried some strength. He said: “Because sometimes I don’t know if there will be another meal, so I try to eat as full as possible.”

Jian Zhen’s hand curled up. He had guessed Ye Jisheng’s life might be relatively hard, but what he hadn’t guessed was that it had been this hard. He blurted out: “Then in the future, come often to eat with me.”

Ye Jisheng raised his eyes to look at him and said: “There are also better cooks on Spirit Mountain. You are Grandmaster Ancestor’s disciple. As long as you request it, someone will arrange it for you, better than what I make.”

Jian Zhen said: “What you make is the best.”

The evening glow fell onto his shoulders, as if coating him in a layer of golden, gentle halo. The two looked into each other’s eyes. Ye Jisheng could only see the gentle water-like softness in his brows and eyes. With just one glance, he could no longer see any other scenery in the world.

Jian Zhen asked him: “Are you willing to come?”

No longer those arrogant commands, but patiently and seriously asking his opinion. Not filled with contempt and disdain. Not charity. Their identities and statuses clearly differed greatly, like an insurmountable gulf. Ye Jisheng’s rational mind told him he should refuse. The Immortal Clan were all a group of hypocritical people with dignified appearances.

Don’t agree to him. Stay far away from him.

The rational voice kept shouting in his heart.

But within this surging tide of sound, he heard himself say: “Okay.”

I am willing.

The highest peak of the Spirit Mountain halls.

Here, spiritual energy was dense and concentrated. At the cloud-wrapped mountain peak, a cave dwelling opened, and someone slowly walked out from within.

Fu Changhuan stood outside and turned back respectfully, saying: “Grandmaster Ancestor.”

The man wearing green brocade clothes slowly walked out from inside. His steps were slow yet light. A long head of ink-black hair was placed behind him. Seeing the person waiting outside, he was not surprised at all, as if everything had long been expected.

He stopped and said: “Is there something.”

Fu Changhuan said: “This disciple came to report to you about junior brother’s matter. Jian Zhu’s body is different from ordinary people. He is very repelled by spiritual medicine and spiritual tools. During the time Grandmaster Ancestor was in closed-door cultivation, he caught a fever and fell sick. The apothecaries all could do nothing about him.”

Originally, he thought Grandmaster Ancestor would be somewhat surprised.

However, the man was very calm. He said: “Is he still sick?”

Fu Changhuan replied: “These past few days, with the medicine, he has already improved somewhat.”

Grandmaster Ancestor nodded and said: “That is good. When you have time, let him come here to find me.”

Fu Changhuan agreed. When he raised his head, he was rarely a little surprised. Grandmaster Ancestor was the only remaining natural god in the world. Logically speaking, he should be an immortal and indestructible god, and should not age. But the person before him faintly had white hair between his brows, and his appearance also showed some signs of aging!

“Grandmaster Ancestor, you…”

The person in front of him seemed to have guessed the question he would ask. He raised his hand and said: “Wangyou, come with me.”

Fu Changhuan stepped forward and followed behind Grandmaster Ancestor.

From Spirit Mountain to below, for two people above the Soul Transformation stage, it was almost a distance that could be completed in an instant. Located at the most hidden corner peak of Spirit Mountain, this place was the forbidden land of Spirit Mountain. With a wave of Grandmaster Ancestor’s hand, it was opened. Instantly, overwhelming dense spiritual energy rushed in. If someone with low cultivation were here, they would probably be directly smashed into ashes by the surging spiritual energy.

Fu Changhuan was rarely astonished: “Time Mirror?”

The Immortal Clan supreme treasure, the Time Mirror, floated high in the air. The huge Time Mirror that usually emitted golden light was today acting abnormally, faintly emitting a red glow.

Grandmaster Ancestor’s gaze became a little distant. He said: “Time… fate…”

Fu Changhuan asked: “What has happened?”

Grandmaster Ancestor stroked his beard. He lowered his eyes toward Fu Changhuan and said: “Wangyou, the Time Mirror prophesied that the Demon God is about to be born.”

Fu Changhuan’s eyes trembled unconsciously. The youth’s cold brows and eyes finally loosened somewhat, but even so, he still looked very calm: “The demon race has existed in the world for millions of years, born in wild and scorching lands. How could a Demon God suddenly descend? Grandmaster Ancestor, is there something suspicious about this matter?”

Grandmaster Ancestor stood under the Time Mirror. The wind brushed past his robe hem. Finally, he slowly spoke: “Within the three realms, our Immortal Clan is foremost. The great dao of this world emphasizes the balance of yin and yang. The fortune of the Immortal Clan is too prosperous. It will certainly not be what the Heavenly Dao wishes to see. The demon race birthing a Demon God is destiny.”

Fu Changhuan said: “Even if the demon race has a Demon God, our Immortal Clan does not fear.”

Grandmaster Ancestor sighed lightly and said: “Wangyou, these millions of years, the demon race has been oppressed. If they obtain enough power, the three realms will inevitably fall into great chaos in the future.”

Fu Changhuan slightly frowned and said: “This Demon God actually has such powerful strength.”

Grandmaster Ancestor looked at the Time Mirror. His temples were somewhat turning white: “During my closed cultivation, I once glimpsed a trace of heavenly secrets. The future Demon God’s power will absolutely not be below mine, and Spirit Mountain…”

The Time Mirror glowing with red light floated in the air, as if containing a blood-colored flame burning.

“Will, because of him, welcome a catastrophic disaster.”

Tianji Pavilion.

Jian Zhen, who had just recovered a bit from illness, finally could come out to stroll around, and the newly entered disciples had already started classes and began receiving instruction.

Today was the divination class taught by Elder Wen of Tianji Pavilion.

Jian Zhen sat in the last row listening to the old and frail Elder Wen lecturing above: “The Heavenly Dao, this world emphasizes cause and effect cycle, yin and yang balance. Our divination and fortune-telling are also like this. Now everyone look at the stone in my hand. We will divine the fate of this stone tomorrow. We must start from what of this stone? From the cause and effect of this stone…”

After that, various professional terms and complicated, tedious spell formulas came out of Elder Wen’s mouth. At first Jian Zhen could still keep up. Later, he was completely confused.

When class ended.

Elder Wen assigned homework: “Everyone divine the fate of this stone for tomorrow. Hand in your homework in tomorrow’s class.”

All the disciples repeatedly agreed.

After Elder Wen left, some disciples even discussed:

“This homework isn’t difficult at all.”

“Isn’t it.”

“We already learned this at home.”

“We can go back and rest well tonight.”

Listening to their chatting, Jian Zhen finally truly experienced what it meant to grow up in a well-off family, attend tutoring classes since childhood, then come here and dimensionally crush classmates.

D*mn!

Evil capitalism!!

Jian Zhen inwardly complained to himself.

A disciple noticed him silently to the side. The disciple smiled and said: “Brother Jian, did we make you laugh at us? You are Grandmaster Ancestor’s disciple, senior brother’s junior. This kind of small homework must be very easy for you, right?”

Jian Zhen: “……”

He didn’t know. He didn’t even understand.

All the disciples’ gazes instantly turned over.

Jian Zhen instantly felt like thorns were on his back. Just when he was hesitating whether to tell the truth, suddenly a figure appeared outside. Someone walked in. He wore rough cloth clothes different from other disciples, but his figure was tall, his steps steady. He walked all the way to Jian Zhen and only then stopped.

Ye Jisheng placed the medicine pot in his hand down and said: “This is the medicine you need to drink at noon. The apothecary said you still need to take it twice a day on time.”

Jian Zhen: “Ah… okay.”

The other disciples asked: “Senior Brother Jian, who is this?”

Seeing the sweeping disciple clothes on Ye Jisheng and his red eyes, they knew his demon race identity, just a slave. Their tone immediately carried some disdain and sarcasm.

Jian Zhen was just about to speak.

But Ye Jisheng’s thin and frail body did not fear the hostile gazes cast from the entire room at all. He answered: “I am the sweeping disciple arranged by the Peak Master to decoct medicine for him. He is my master.”

The other disciples were somewhat surprised.

But Ye Jisheng continued: “Just now you were asking my master about the fate of this stone tomorrow?”

The stone placed on the nearby table was clearly visible.

Ye Jisheng only glanced at it lightly a few times, then said: “This stone will shatter indoors at noon tomorrow. Questions like this are very simple for me. There is even less need to ask my master.”

As the words fell.

The disciples who had just been showing ridicule and wanted to make things difficult for Jian Zhen all looked somewhat embarrassed, and when they looked at Jian Zhen, there was even a hint of fear.

Jian Zhen: “……”

What is this sudden refreshing feeling of being carried by a big boss and showing off?!!