After Running Away Pregnant, I Ended Up on the Wanted Lists of Both the Demon Venerable and the Immortal Venerable Chapter 51

After Jian Zhen walked out of the cultivation room, his whole person was somewhat dazed.

Actually, when he returned here from tens of millions of years ago, what he thought was that he wanted to save Ye Jisheng. But what he did not expect was that no matter in which time and space, no matter what they experienced, it was always Ye Jisheng saving him, Ye Jisheng taking care of him, Ye Jisheng helping him out of trouble.

By the time he finished his coursework and went back, it was already sunset, nearing dusk.

Jian Zhen and Ye Jisheng walked one in front of the other. When not many people were paying attention to this side, he glanced sideways and asked, “You… why did you say just now that I am your master?”

Ye Jisheng walked behind him. The youth’s somewhat thin figure had a straight back. On his face, the pair of red eyes were deep and steady. In a low, calm voice he said, “You were originally my master.”

Jian Zhen quickly said, “I, I am not your master.”

He rejected anxiously.

Ye Jisheng’s eyes darkened slightly. Jian Zhen’s panicked rejection was like a needle stabbing into his eyes, making his heart slowly grow cold. That’s right, he is the direct disciple of the Immortal Venerable Grandmaster Ancestor, so how could he want to be associated with someone like him, a member of the demon race?

Just as he was thinking.

Jian Zhen’s words fell, and he said softly, “I am your friend.”

Ye Jisheng suddenly raised his eyes, somewhat unable to believe as he looked at him.

Under the sunset, Jian Zhen stood on the mountainside. A gentle breeze lightly brushed past the hem of his jade-green clothes, casting a layer of golden warmth over his fair, gentle brows and eyes, especially eye-catching.

Jian Zhen said, “We are not in a master-servant relationship, and you are not anyone’s slave.”

Ye Jisheng’s thin body stood in the evening wind. Listening to Jian Zhen’s words, his voice sounded somewhat hesitant as he murmured, “Friend?”

Not far away, disciples passed by. Seeing the two talking, they cast strange, somewhat mocking looks.

Like instantly pulling a person back to reality.

Jian Zhen said, “In this world, there are not only master-servant relationships. For example…”

He wanted to say friend, but the first thing that popped into his mind was them kissing, them hugging, them sharing the same bed, them snuggling together, their child.

Ye Jisheng still stood in place, calmly looking at him, seeming to wait for him to continue.

But Jian Zhen’s ears uncontrollably turned red. A little embarrassed, he averted his gaze, but still coughed lightly and said, “Anyway, anyway, you’ll understand later.”

Ye Jisheng looked at his somewhat messy footsteps in silence for a moment, but still stepped forward to follow him.

The two returned to the courtyard together.

Ye Jisheng said, “I’ll go cook.”

Jian Zhen looked at his departing back and felt a bit emotional. If this were before, even if beaten to death he, a little blade of grass, would never have thought that he could be called master by the Demon God from tens of millions of years ago and that he would even cook for him!

But he was not the kind of little blade of grass who didn’t know gratitude either.

Jian Zhen took the initiative to roll up his sleeves and entered the kitchen, saying, “Let me help?”

Ye Jisheng efficiently washed vegetables and handled ingredients, saying, “Your illness is not healed. Just rest outside. These are things I should do.”

Jian Zhen said, “What do you mean things you should do? Didn’t I say already? I don’t treat you as a slave. We are friends.”

Ye Jisheng put down what he was holding and turned to look at him. His face was thin, but it still could not hide his handsomeness. Standing in the kitchen looking at him, his eyes were calm as he said, “Taking care of you is what I should do.”

Under the dusk of sunset, Jian Zhen stood at the doorway, as if suddenly hearing the sound of a heartbeat.

Caught off guard and hit directly by the young Demon God’s straight ball.

Jian Zhen’s ears turned red again. He stuttered a bit as he spoke, “Th-there’s no such thing as something that should be like that. I’m not someone who needs to be taken care of that much. I’ll go do homework.”

Ye Jisheng calmly watched him leave.

Jian Zhen walked back into the courtyard in small steps, covering his chest. It’s over, originally he thought the young Demon God should be the most simple and easy to understand, but why does he feel he’s even harder to deal with than the adult Ye Jisheng!

Sure enough, Lord Demon God is Lord Demon God. Not something a little blade of grass like him can easily see through.

Jian Zhen continued doing homework.

Until the smell of food spread. Ye Jisheng brought out the dishes and said, “You can eat now.”

Jian Zhen put his homework aside, then sighed deeply and said, “Doing homework is really hard. Didn’t expect that going to class and studying is still this tiring. No matter where you go, you can’t escape it.”

Ye Jisheng walked over and said, “What’s wrong?”

Jian Zhen hugged the book in his hands and said, “Elder Wen told us to submit a causal prediction of the stone tomorrow. But there are really too many Dao formulas, too messy. I can’t really understand them.”

Ye Jisheng sat down beside him and said, “What part don’t you understand?”

Jian Zhen pointed to one section and said, “This thing about the two poles of yin and yang, and also this theory about negative mountain root and positive mountain root, I definitely can’t understand it. Why is this stone’s fate so hard to predict? Why were you able to calculate it so quickly today?”

Ye Jisheng said calmly, “Very simple.”

Jian Zhen was a bit curious and said, “How did you do it?”

“If you want to know what the result of the stone will be tomorrow, just go do it directly.” Ye Jisheng said, “If you want it to shatter, just smash it.”

Jian Zhen: “……”

Lord Demon God, as expected, it’s you!

Whether the young Demon God or the original one, are you always this simple and brutal?

Jian Zhen smiled and said, “But this is a stone. If it were divination or fortune telling about other, bigger and more numerous things, then what would you do?”

Ye Jisheng said lightly, “For the things I want to do, I never rely on fate. I will only obtain them through myself.”

Jian Zhen paused. He looked at Ye Jisheng, his gaze gentle and soft. Sure enough, this person would always be him, no matter the time, regardless of identity, no matter the circumstances, there would never be any change.

“I don’t believe it either,” Jian Zhen said. “But if I can’t hand in my theory assignment today, Elder Wen will want my life tomorrow.”

Ye Jisheng: “……”

The next day

Jian Zhen carried his homework back to Elder Wen’s class. Although his assignment score wasn’t entirely excellent, with Ye Jisheng’s help he could barely muddle through. And those who had some foundation yet wrote their homework rather perfunctorily became Elder Wen’s key targets of attention. Watching those disciples who were punished, Jian Zhen felt a bit fortunate, good thing he hadn’t been perfunctory last night.

The entire morning’s lesson finally ended.

On the way back in the afternoon, Jian Zhen was still calculating what delicious food to have Ye Jisheng make for him that evening.

Humming a tune as he pushed open the courtyard gate, he saw beneath the tree in the courtyard a clear snow-white figure. Fu Changhuan was seated under the tree. At this moment, hearing the movement outside the door, he lifted his eyes to look over. His brows and eyes were cool and aloof, carrying a kind of clarity beyond the mundane world.

Jian Zhen instantly behaved himself and obediently called out, “Senior Brother.”

Fu Changhuan said, “Back from class?”

Jian Zhen nodded. “Mm.”

Fu Changhuan said, “Grandmaster Ancestor has come out of seclusion, but quite a few incidents occurred during this closed-door cultivation, which greatly injured his vital energy. He is currently recuperating, so it is inconvenient for him to see you.”

Jian Zhen’s heart sank, and he hurriedly asked, “What happened to Grandmaster Ancestor?”

In his memory, Grandmaster Ancestor did seem to have fallen very early on, but later historical records never detailed the exact time of Grandmaster Ancestor’s fall. Jian Zhen only vaguely remembered that the history books recorded that Grandmaster Ancestor, in order to seal the Demon God, sacrificed his body to the formation. Only then did he successfully activate the God-Sealing Grand Array, sealing half of Demon God Ye Jisheng’s power.

Originally, Jian Zhen thought this matter was still far away.

He hadn’t expected that Grandmaster Ancestor would already have encountered trouble now?

Seeing Jian Zhen’s concern, Fu Changhuan only said, “No need to worry. Come sit first. Grandmaster Ancestor possesses a divine body; a god’s body is not so easily harmed. It’s just…”

Jian Zhen walked over and sat opposite Fu Changhuan, but the concern on his face was still impossible to conceal. “Senior Brother, can you tell me what happened to Grandmaster Ancestor? After all, he is also my master.”

That kindly Grandmaster Ancestor had once saved him and now had taken him as a disciple. If possible, Jian Zhen did not wish for anything to happen to him. He only hoped everyone would be well.

Fu Changhuan’s hand rested on the teacup. He paused slightly before saying, “The prophecy of the Time Mirror has changed.”

Jian Zhen’s hand holding the teapot trembled, and the tea nearly spilled onto himself.

Fu Changhuan looked at him.

Jian Zhen hurriedly wiped the water stains off the table and asked, “What did the Time Mirror prophesy?”

Fu Changhuan looked at the youth before him. Logically speaking, this was an important matter of the Immortal Clan and too much should not be revealed to a newly entered disciple. Even if he was Grandmaster Ancestor’s disciple, still… Yet when he looked into those eyes, they always gave him a sense of familiar reliance, as if they were not newly acquainted, but rather old acquaintances from a long, long time ago who could rely on each other.

As if possessed by a ghost, Fu Changhuan parted his lips and said, “The Demon Clan may have changes.”

He did not explain in great detail, but inexplicably, Jian Zhen seemed to understand all the unspoken words. His heart sank; he hadn’t expected things to come so quickly.

Jian Zhen said, “The Demon Clan… they…”

But Fu Changhuan did not say more. He only looked at Jian Zhen and said, “I heard from Ling Can that you have recently been quite close with a member of the Demon Clan?”

Meeting Fu Changhuan’s cool and aloof eyes, Jian Zhen’s heart skipped. Subconsciously he said, “N-no.”

Although he didn’t know what he felt guilty about. Logically speaking, he hadn’t done anything improper with Ye Jisheng. But at this moment, why did he feel like a thief with a guilty conscience?

Fu Changhuan said, “Although the Demon Clan are our slaves, most of them are sinister and cunning. You are simple-minded, do not become too close to them.”

Jian Zhen blinked. Sitting obediently beneath the tree, his words were firm and carried his own view: “Senior Brother, people’s hearts are prone to change. Even you cannot guarantee that all of our Immortal Clan are good people. The Demon Clan are naturally the same, how can they all be lumped together?”

Fu Changhuan said, “It is precisely because human hearts are prone to change that we of the Immortal Clan cultivate the Path of Heartlessness, so we will not be swayed by those benefits and feelings.”

Jian Zhen paused.

In a daze, he remembered that tens of millions of years ago, at the peak of Spirit Mountain, when he spoke with the Immortal Venerable about the Path of Heartlessness, Fu Changhuan had merely smiled and said that he did not cultivate the Path of Heartlessness.

Tens of millions of years had passed; seas had turned into mulberry fields.

What exactly had happened in between to cause the Immortal Venerable’s thoughts to change so drastically?

The following day, the weather turned colder again. After an autumn rain fell, Jian Zhen caught a chill once more. For some reason, perhaps because he was but a wisp of a lone soul, this body was especially frail.

Ling Can promptly sent two sweeping disciples to take care of Jian Zhen.

When Jian Zhen rose from the sickbed, he saw two somewhat unfamiliar faces indoors not far away. He first froze for a moment, then subconsciously said, “Why is it you?”

The two Demon Clan sweeping disciples replied, “Senior Brother Ling Can arranged for us to come.”

Jian Zhen nodded.

Ling Can had probably just randomly found two disciples to take care of him, but in truth he only wanted to be with Ye Jisheng. However, if he were to request a change of people at this time, it would likely draw the attention of Senior Brother and Ling Can. Originally, Senior Brother was already unwilling for him to be too close with the Demon Clan. If his actions caused Ye Jisheng to fall into danger, that would be bad.

Thinking of this, Jian Zhen said, “Alright, then I’ll trouble you.”

The two disciples hurriedly said, “We will certainly take good care of Senior Brother Jian.”

Jian Zhen revealed a smile and said, “Many thanks.”

The two disciples began cleaning the room and, at the same time, helped Jian Zhen brew his medicine. They did not add candied fruit for him like Ye Jisheng would, so the medicine was unbearably bitter. But in order not to lose face in front of others, Jian Zhen still cooperated and obediently drank it.

After finishing the medicine, once its effects set in, he felt a little sleepy.

Jian Zhen set down the medicine bowl and took out spirit stones from the side as thanks, saying politely, “You’ve worked hard. This is just a small token of my appreciation.”

The two disciples accepted them and said, “We’ll come again tomorrow.”

Jian Zhen was so sleepy he felt a bit muddled, so he casually nodded, sighing inwardly that his Ye Jisheng was still the best, wuwu.

The two sweeping disciples left the courtyard gate and returned to North Peak.

The pavilions and towers of North Peak were somewhat old and worn. Many Demon Clan sweeping disciples worked there. The two returned with the spirit stones Jian Zhen had given them, looking pleased and proud.

Others came up to greet them:

“Wow, where did you two go to get rich?”

“Was it that generous senior brother again?”

“He’s really rich!”

The Demon Clan sweeping disciples usually did not receive very good treatment, and only occasionally encountered someone so generous. In the past few days, Ye Jisheng had always been with Jian Zhen, which had long made them somewhat dissatisfied. Now that Jian Zhen had finally changed people, how could they not feel relieved?

Therefore, when the two disciples saw Ye Jisheng returning from outside, they both gave a light snort.

“Oh my, that senior brother really treats us well.” One of the thinner disciples spoke up. “You could say he’s extremely satisfied with us.”

The others also saw Ye Jisheng come back from outside.

Someone deliberately said, “Didn’t that Senior Brother Jian always only want Wusheng before? So this time he didn’t mention him?”

Ye Jisheng’s footsteps paused slightly.

The two disciples smiled smugly and deliberately said, “How could he mention him? Senior Brother Jian even said he thought we worked hard and specifically told us to go again tomorrow. You know, although he’s a medicine jar and a bit unlucky, he’s still quite generous!”

As the words fell, loud laughter erupted all around.

However, just as the two had broken into smiles, the smiles at the corners of their mouths abruptly froze.

Ye Jisheng, standing by the doorway, cast a sideways glance over. In the yellow glow of dusk, those crimson eyes gleamed as if soaked in blood. Like an emotionless soaring serpent, anyone who met his gaze felt a chill spread through their entire body.

Just as they could not help but speak, Ye Jisheng turned and left. All the sweeping disciples unconsciously fell silent, watching his departing figure. Only after his silhouette disappeared did the two sweeping disciples come back to their senses, suddenly realizing their backs were already drenched in cold sweat.

“Madman.” One of them took a breath and said, “He’s really a madman.”

Midnight.

A thunderclap exploded with a crash. Jian Zhen, who had been sleeping in the small courtyard, suddenly sat up. The nightmare made him breathe heavily. Ever since his soul had transmigrated into this world, he had rarely dreamed, but today he had a dream, everything was blood-red. He saw Ye Jisheng covered in blood, and countless heavenly thunderbolts crashing down from the sky.

Every one of those scenes stimulated him. After waking and looking at the empty room, a hollow feeling rose in his heart.

There was no soft cloud bed of the Demon Realm’s great hall.

No Ye Jisheng always by his side.

No lively, smiling child.

The room was empty. At this moment, Jian Zhen missed Ye Jisheng as never before. He wanted to see him, even if they did nothing, just seeing him and staying by his side would be enough.

“Boom!”

Another thunderclap exploded.

Jian Zhen put on his outer brocade robe, got out of bed, and headed outside. It was not too far from here to North Peak, but it still took some walking. By the time he ran all the way to the foot of Cloud Peak, he was already panting. He went to Ye Jisheng’s small hut but did not see anyone there, which felt strange.

There were still some scattered disciples outside North Peak tidying things up.

Jian Zhen asked, “Have you seen Ye… Wusheng?”

The disciples exchanged glances.

Jian Zhen then added, “I have something to talk to him about.”

A sweeping disciple replied, “We saw him once at dinner, but after that we didn’t see him again. Maybe he had something to do…”

Jian Zhen recalled that he hadn’t seen Ye Jisheng all day. It hadn’t been him in his courtyard during the day either. Suddenly feeling a bit guilty, he asked, “Then at night, was there anything unusual about him?”

The sweeping disciple thought for a moment and said, “Unusual… not really. He usually doesn’t like to talk and doesn’t interact much with others. After the two disciples who took care of you tonight came back and said a few things to him, he didn’t have much reaction.”

It was just that his gaze was quite frightening.

This disciple didn’t dare to say that part.

Jian Zhen let out a sigh of relief. That’s right, he was overthinking it. Although Ye Jisheng sometimes acted a bit crazy, this was still the young Ye Jisheng, a thin and pitiful little thing, not the one from tens of millions of years later. He was truly thinking too much.

Thinking this, Jian Zhen said, “Thank you. I’ll head back first.”

The sweeping disciple nodded.

But after turning away, Jian Zhen took another small path back to Ye Jisheng’s little wooden hut. He felt a bit cold, so he sat on Ye Jisheng’s bed, covered himself with his quilt, and lay there waiting for him. There was still some of Ye Jisheng’s scent in the room. Outside, thunder roared, yet sitting on Ye Jisheng’s bed, he felt incomparably at ease.

Just as he was drifting into drowsiness, the wooden door was pushed open amid the rumbling thunder. The candle inside flickered. Jian Zhen woke from his doze and saw the person standing at the doorway. Ye Jisheng was wearing a disciple’s robe, but his body was stained with crimson blood. After seeing Jian Zhen inside, he also looked somewhat surprised. The person wrapped in a murderous aura seemed to freeze in place.

Ye Jisheng turned to leave.

Jian Zhen sat up and said, “Stop right there.”

Ye Jisheng halted his steps.

Jian Zhen coughed when the wind from outside the door blew in, but he still asked, “Why is there blood on you? Are you injured?”

Ye Jisheng had originally been about to leave, but when he heard the coughing, he shut the door with his backhand and said, “I’m not injured.”

Jian Zhen asked, “Then whose blood is this?”

Ye Jisheng lifted his eyes to look at him. Those red eyes were especially clear in the night, yet he said nothing.

At some instant, Jian Zhen seemed to suddenly understand something. He said, “Is it… the two disciples from today? Did you kill someone?!”

Ye Jisheng said, “I didn’t kill them.”

Jian Zhen hurriedly asked, “Then how are they now?”

Ye Jisheng replied, “Just broke their legs. They’ll be fine after half a month of recovery.”

Jian Zhen actually let out a sigh of relief and said, “That’s good.”

Wait!

Good my *ss, why had his standards for Ye Jisheng become so low?

No, no, education starts from childhood!

Jian Zhen lightly coughed and tried his best to look more serious. He said, “Why did you… do that? Do you know how dangerous that is?”

Ye Jisheng said, “I know.”

Jian Zhen: “Then you still…”

“Because if they were around, you wouldn’t need me anymore.”

Thunder streaked across the sky. The flashes of lightning shone through the window, falling on the figure by the doorway, as if casting a flickering shadow over him.

Ye Jisheng’s body was stained with crimson blood. He raised his eyes; beneath the calm seemed to surge turbulent waves. The corner of the youth’s lips curved slightly, already carrying the aura of the Demon God who would one day rule the three realms: “They were too much of an obstacle, so they had to disappear.”

Jian Zhen froze on the bed.

Little grass stunned!!

He had thought the Demon God would only have such a temperament after becoming a god, who knew this Big boss was like this by nature, just loved being crazy!!

Ye Jisheng looked at the panic in Jian Zhen’s eyes, and his gaze darkened. He said, “You’re very disappointed in me, aren’t you?”

Thunder cut across the sky; the room was quiet.

Jian Zhen said, “Ah, disappointed? Not really.”

Ye Jisheng looked up in some surprise. “You’re not disappointed?”

“You didn’t kill anyone. I’m actually already very satisfied.” Jian Zhen smiled, then lightly coughed and added, “But I hope you won’t think like that next time. If you miss me, just come find me. There’s no need to do something so dangerous.”

Outside the small hut, rain poured down.

Ye Jisheng wondered if the sound of the rain was truly too loud, making him hallucinate. He tightly clenched his palm to keep himself clear-headed, yet he still couldn’t quite believe it. He lifted his head and asked, “Why?”

Why, why aren’t you angry?

Someone as selfish as him, someone who would stop at nothing to achieve his goal, shouldn’t he be despised?

Meeting Jian Zhen and spending those days with him had been the happiest time of his life. Jian Zhen’s every smile and frown seemed carved into his bones. Originally, he hadn’t dared hope for anything, he had only wanted to guard him forever.

But today everything had been shattered.

What friend? He was just a sweeping slave. Anyone could replace him.

He told himself it was merely returning to the starting point, yet he still couldn’t control his jealousy. Yes, he was jealous of those two, and even more unable to tolerate their contempt and disrespect toward Jian Zhen.

On the way back he had been thinking of him the entire time.

After doing such a thing, perhaps he could no longer remain at Spirit Mountain. In truth, he had nothing he couldn’t part with, just a rotten life; wherever he went, he would die all the same.

It was just…

He couldn’t quite part with him.

He still wanted to see him once more, even once would be enough.

Opening the wooden hut door, he saw the person he missed on his bed, even telling him he wasn’t disappointed.

Ye Jisheng suppressed the thoughts in his heart and asked again, “Why?”

“What do you mean why?” Jian Zhen seemed a little puzzled. He said, “Because I also wanted to see you.”

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