After Running Away Pregnant, I Ended Up on the Wanted Lists of Both the Demon Venerable and the Immortal Venerable Chapter 8

Inside the top-floor private rooms, two kings standing at the pinnacle of the Three Realms confronted each other head-on. The pressure of the strong was naturally not something ordinary people could bear.

The aura of high-ranking sovereigns would affect members of their respective clans.

Below, the scattered demon and immortal clans participating in the auction began to stir. Standing at the very center, the ghost tower’s owner Jin Mantang saw that the situation was turning bad and finally realized the seriousness of the matter. Although most people in the Three Realms would give the Ghost Realm some face and not wreck their venue, these two big shots were exceptions!

If these two started fighting, not only could this place be flattened, there would be absolutely no one capable of stopping them!!

Jin Mantang formed a seal with his hands, unleashing ghostly energy toward the top floor: “Seal!”

Using more than half his strength to deploy a formation that isolated their auras, so the other guests would not be affected or agitated, he immediately got up and rushed to the top floor. The moment he drew near, he was almost crushed to his knees on the spot by the sky-surging pressure.

Jin Mantang cried out in misery, shouting loudly: “Two venerable gods, please show mercy!”

The two inside the private rooms were drawn by the words outside and shifted their attention.

The little plant spirit in Ye Jisheng’s arms trembled all over. Turning around to look outside in too much of a hurry, it nearly fell to the floor. After being caught, it didn’t dare move again.

Standing in the corridor, Jin Mantang bent at the waist and said: “Small business is not easy. I beg the two venerable gods to show mercy. Today’s auction items being fortunate enough to catch the eyes of you both is their blessing. As for this Mengxi Clan spirit stone, aside from the one displayed outside, their clan is on good terms with me. A hundred years ago, I happened to collect a complete set as well, which I am willing to present to you both, to form a good bond.”

As the words fell, the air fell silent for a moment.

Cold sweat slid down Jin Mantang’s forehead.

Ye Jisheng’s lazy tone slowly descended from within the private room, yet carried a chilling authority: “Payment and goods settled. Why would this venerable need a gift?”

Jin Mantang abruptly knelt down: “Venerable god, this humble one has no other intentions. I merely wish to express a bit of sincerity. I beg the two venerable gods to accept it!”

As the words fell.

Ye Jisheng let out a cold laugh.

The Demon God always acted on his own whims and would never give anyone face. Others might not see it, but Jian Zhen knew he was in a bad mood. And when the Great Demon King was in a bad mood, someone was bound to suffer. Seeing Ye Jisheng about to speak, the immortal grass in his arms moved.

A somewhat gentle, warm sensation came from his palm.

Ye Jisheng lowered his head. His crimson, icy eyes reflected its figure, the tender green, round little spirit sat in his arms, gently rubbing against his finger, then hopping twice, looking a bit anxious yet also worried.

Don’t be angry!

Talk nicely, don’t be so fierce!

Ye Jisheng raised his brows. Probably in all of heaven and earth, the only one who dared interrupt him while he was speaking was the little thing in his palm.

And just at this moment…

From the neighboring private room came Fu Changhuan’s voice: “Tower Master Jin need not do this. I had no intention of deliberately making things difficult. Since the Tower master is willing to give it, this one will remember this goodwill. In the future, if the Tower master has any need, you may send someone with a message to Cloud Peak.”

A flowerpot in exchange for a favor, this deal was truly worthwhile.

No matter how many spirit stones there were, they were only numbers. Being able to conveniently obtain the promise of both the Demon Venerable and the Immortal Venerable was the truly rare opportunity in this world.

Jin Manting revealed a smile, this was precisely the result he wanted: “Many thanks, Immortal Lord! In a moment I will send someone to deliver that spiritual artifact to you!”

At this point, only the door of Private Room No. 1 remained silent.

Jin Mantang’s smile turned back into unease. Worldly rumors said the Demon God’s temperament was unpredictable and extremely dangerous. He knelt on the ground, clearly separated by a door, yet still under immense pressure.

As if all his little movements and thoughts were being seen through completely.

From within the private room came a cold laugh. Under the eaves, red lanterns swayed with the wind, ghostly lights flickering in the tower.

Ye Jisheng’s words fell: “No need for gifts. This venerable one never regrets what I do. If I said two hundred million, then it is two hundred million. The item bid on earlier still counts. Tower Master Jin need only send it to the Demon City.”

Jin Mantang froze. That spiritual artifact was not worth two hundred million. Before he could even rejoice at the thought that he might earn for nothing, 

Ye Jisheng said unhurriedly: “However…”

Jin Mantang’s heart leapt, an ominous premonition rising.

“Just now, Tower Master Jin also said you must express some sincerity.” Ye Jisheng’s voice seemed to carry a hint of mockery, falling lightly: “I have heard that the Tower master collected a complete set of Mengxi Clan spiritual artifacts a hundred years ago. Coincidentally, the spirit plant this venerable has been raising recently is missing, aside from the flowerpot, a Soul-Stabilizing Pearl…”

Jin Mantang felt as though a thunderbolt had struck him from a clear sky.

One had to know that although Mengxi Clan spiritual artifacts were not worth two hundred million spirit stones, their Soul-Stabilizing Pearls were treasures hard to find in the world, naturally worth a price of two hundred million.

Jin Mantang wanted to struggle: “This…”

Ye Jisheng’s tone abruptly changed, the pressure belonging to a Demon God descending: “What, could it be that what Tower Master Jin said just now about wishing to contribute a bit of sincerity was deceitful words?”

A chill ran down Jin Mantang’s back, bean-sized cold sweat spreading everywhere: “O-of course not!”

He cried out in misery in his heart yet dared not say a word.

Outside the door, Tower Master Jin said tearfully, “This humble one is willing to help relieve the venerable god’s worries, and will send the spirit stones and Soul-Stabilizing Pearl together.”

Ye Jisheng said indifferently: “Then I’ll trouble you.”

Not only did the calculating Jin Mantang fail to anticipate this, even the little grass in Ye Jisheng’s arms was stunned. It had thought this time they would definitely suffer a loss; it hadn’t expected that not only was there no loss, there was instead an unexpected gain.

The little grass sprite thought of how it had just been worrying, only to realize it had worried for nothing.

Ye Jisheng lowered his eyes to look at the little sprite before him. His long finger poked the dazed little ball; the slightly cool red eyes carried a hint of faint amusement: “Stupid grass.”

Jian Zhen: “……”

Obviously it’s because you’re too cunning!!

Since the items had already been obtained, there was naturally no need to stay any longer.

Ye Jisheng stood up to leave.

A voice came from the neighboring private room: “Since parting with the Demon Lord at Wanmie Mountain, it has already been more than two hundred years. After so many years apart, has the Demon Lord found a way to relieve the Heavenly Punishment curse seal on your body?”

Ye Jisheng halted his steps. In that instant, Jian Zhen clearly felt the killing intent spreading from him.

The room fell into utter silence.

“What, are you afraid that once my curse seal is removed, I’ll level your Cloud Peak Mountain?” Ye Jisheng turned around. “So many years without seeing each other, looks like the wound from when I pierced you through with a sword back then has healed again.”

Fu Changhuan’s voice suddenly turned icy: “Ye Jisheng, with half of your demonic power sealed by the curse mark of Wanmie Mountain, you’re still this arrogant?”

As the words fell, the little grass sitting on Ye Jisheng’s shoulder was shocked!

It had spent a hundred years on Demon Realm mountains and Immortal mountains, heard countless rare wonders of the Three Realms, yet had never heard of this.

That person who always loved to play pranks on it, who was forever powerful and arrogant…

Actually…

The power he was using now was actually only half of his original strength?

In the silent room, the candle shadows cast by red candles flickered, dropping a somewhat disdainful cold laugh.

Ye Jisheng’s dark robes were dim: “So what?”

“If this venerable remembers correctly, when you left Wanmie Mountain back then, Cloud Peak Mountain nearly mobilized all its people just to barely protect the Immortal Mountain.” Ye Jisheng’s tone was frivolous and casual, as if he placed nothing at heart. “Dealing with you, would I even need to use my full strength?”

Fu Changhuan said: “It seems you’re quite confident.”

If it were someone else hearing this, they might have already become angry, yet the white-robed immortal seated by the table drank calmly, unchanging in expression, tranquil like snow falling over mountains.

“A hundred years ago Wanmie Mountain showed abnormal movement. The next eruption will be in half a year, and at that time the curse seal on your body will also flare up.” Fu Changhuan said. “I hope that then, the Demon Lord will still be able to remain safe and sound.”

Ye Jisheng caught the little sprite from his shoulder and said lazily: “No need to trouble yourself. With that time, Immortal Lord, you’d better properly nurse your wounds.”

There was the faint sound of a wine cup shattering.

Ye Jisheng gave a light snort.

The next second, the person who had been standing in the room vanished without a trace.

Amid the sudden gale, Jian Zhen opened its eyes in his palm and reappeared on the back of the black bird. In just a few instants, they had already traveled a thousand li, leaving the territory of the Ghost Domain.

The little grass sprite was startled by the head-on fierce wind.

Ye Jisheng’s words fell from above: “If you move around and fall, below is the Yan River, filled everywhere with ghost-domain magma.”

Jian Zhen immediately stopped moving and clung tightly to him.

Ye Jisheng’s slightly cool fingertips brushed across its leaves. The man propped his chin with one hand; on his handsome face, the silver mask made his expression unreadable, dark black rustling sharply in the wind.

So quiet.

Most of the time, the Demon Palace was also this quiet.

Countless days and nights, the little grass by the window had accompanied this man, always silent and wordless yet striking fear into the Three Realms, through them. Before, it had only thought him powerful and overbearing; today its feelings were a bit complicated.

As dusk fell westward, it became lost in thought.

Until a hand poked it from behind, and that lazy tone fell: “Why so wilted? Got a new flowerpot and still not happy?”

Jian Zhen: “……”

It’s not the kind of grass that only thinks about flowerpots!!

Still, it hadn’t expected that although the big bad guy always bullied it, whenever it needed something, he was never stingy.

The grass sprite felt a bit moved. Fine then, this great grass would be magnanimous and not hold it against him. The soft little ball leaned against the back of Ye Jisheng’s hand, its whole body glowing with a tender green, healing light, gently rubbing against him.

Ye Jisheng’s red eyes lowered slightly: “What’s this about?”

The little grass sprite gently swayed its leaves.

After a hundred years together, some meanings went without saying.

“There’s no need to thank this venerable. Changing to the best spirit tools and flowerpots for you is only natural, after all…” Ye Jisheng curled his lips, his eyes tinged with a few traces of laughter. “You’re not good-looking to begin with, if you don’t dress yourself up properly, how will that do?”

The little grass that had been moved halfway: “……”

Big bad guy!!

It’ll fight him to the end!!

After messing around and fooling about along the way, some interludes were slowly tossed aside. Jian Zhen, who had never been away from its main body for so long, fell asleep on the journey; this sleep was incomparably deep.

When it opened its eyes again, what it smelled was the familiar clear, cool sandalwood fragrance.

For a moment, it felt a little dazed.

Looking out from the window, what it saw were vast stretches of white snow and pear trees laden with fallen snow. The ten-thousand-year chill of the Immortal Mountain seemed as though time would never leave any trace.

The little grass slowly shook its branches and leaves, stretching lazily.

Before it could quite come back to itself, it heard a familiar voice by its ear, cool and steady yet gentle: “Awake?”

The little grass looked to the side and saw the Immortal Lord sitting beneath the window ledge, holding a book in his hands as he read. Fu Changhuan wore a white robe unstained by dust; his jade-like face was tinged with a few traces of gentleness: “You slept for quite a long time this time. Even the little attendants who look after you were frightened.”

The little grass in the pot looked obediently at the person not far away.

Over a hundred years of companionship, the Immortal Lord it had seen was always this gentle and patient, and it also liked this Immortal Lord who treated it so well.

If it had not seen it with its own eyes, it absolutely could not have fused the person who yesterday in the Ghost Tower stood needle to needle with the Demon God, with surging aura leaking out, with the person before it now.

Seeing that the little grass did not respond, Fu Changhuan put down the book and walked over: “What’s wrong, is there still some discomfort?”

Tender green shoots were stroked by his fingertip.

“A few days ago, this one was in seclusion and missed the day you broke through in cultivation.” Fu Changhuan lowered his head, his cool, jade-like face focused. “So I found this flowerpot made of spirit jade. It is beneficial to your cultivation. Do you like it?”

His tone was gentle and soft, making no mention at all of the difficulties in obtaining the spirit jade.

A little attendant entered from outside and saluted: “Immortal Venerable, the Yao King Highness has come with his family to pay a visit and attend our Moon Sacrifice Grand Ceremony. Accompanying them is also Princess Changhua.”

Fu Changhuan’s movement paused. Facing the little grass, the gentle expression almost instantly returned to coolness: “Her?”

The little attendant said somewhat nervously: “Yes. Is there a need to make separate arrangements?”

Fu Changhuan raised his hand to signal that there was no need to say more: “Those who come to attend the ceremony are all honored guests of our Immortal Clan. They should naturally be treated equally. There is no need to mention it again.”

The little attendant immediately saluted and withdrew: “Yes.”

Fu Changhuan’s gaze fell once more upon the little grass by the window. His warm finger lightly tapped the branch tips as he spoke: “There are some matters to attend to today. When I return later, I’ll talk with you again.”

The potted little grass nodded its leaves. It understood, go on, go on!

Seeing the somewhat carefree little grass, Fu Changhuan unconsciously picked up a trace of a smile. Only then did he step away.

The hall returned to quiet.

Standing beneath the corridor eaves, the little attendant watched the Immortal Venerable’s departing figure and said to the little grass in the pot: “The Immortal Venerable is really the closest to you. You’ve just recovered your body; rest here for a bit. I’ll go out to arrange the items the hall might need.”

Jian Zhen’s little leaves trembled, and it nodded its tiny head.

After the little attendant left, the entire great hall returned to stillness, and the little grass in the flowerpot also began to doze lightly.

The sun gradually shifted.

Suddenly, Jian Zhen, who had been lightly sleeping, was awakened by some noisy sounds outside. Its leaves trembled as it looked out and saw a group of people walking along the small path not far away. This was the Immortal Venerable’s sleeping hall; ordinarily there would not be such a large group coming here.

As they drew closer, some voices could be heard.

A little attendant said: “Your Highness Changle, ahead is the Immortal Venerable’s sleeping hall. He does not allow people to enter it at will.”

“I am the younger sister most cherished by Brother Wangchen. How could I not come to his sleeping hall?” The woman in a blue dress strode in. “If you dare to obstruct me again, when I go back I’ll tell him and have him punish you!”

The little attendants paused slightly. It was precisely this moment of hesitation that allowed the person to enter completely.

The vast Immortal Palace rested upon the mountain peak; snowflakes drifted down, adding a few traces of lonely chill to the place.

A smile surfaced on Princess Changle’s face: “So this is the Immortal Lord’s Wangchen Hall, indeed elegant!”

As she spoke, she walked inside.

At a glance she saw, in the flowerpot on the window ledge, a verdant immortal grass blooming toward the morning sun. Its branches were tender and fine, looking exceptionally beautiful.

A little attendant hurriedly said: “Princess, this is a spiritual plant personally cultivated by the Immortal Venerable. He cherishes it greatly in daily life.”

“I’m just taking a look!” Changle glared at him. “Could it be that I would eat it?”

The little attendant quickly lowered his head: “I wouldn’t dare.”

Standing by the window, Changle said: “What kind of grass is this?”

The little attendant answered: “This is an immortal grass brought back by the Immortal Venerable. We also do not know its species. Only that this grass is extremely rich in spiritual energy and is not tainted by mundane jade dew. The Immortal Venerable once said that it is an exceedingly rare spirit grass in the world.”

Changle’s eyes lit up: “Then wouldn’t it be able to cure a hundred poisons? My mother has recently fallen ill, and the clan’s medical officers have treated her for a long time without effect. I’ll go ask Brother Wangchen for this pot of grass at once!”

Hearing this, Jian Zhen was somewhat shocked.

The somewhat timid little grass, frightened, wanted to hide back a little, but only then realized that it was now in a flowerpot, not in a transformed form, and there was no one behind it.

The little attendant said in panic: “Your Highness Princess, this pot of grass is very precious to the Immortal Venerable. He likely will not…”

Changle glared at him: “Then give me a few leaves.”

The little attendant panicked even more: “Princess, this absolutely cannot be done! The branches of an immortal grass must not be touched!”

Changle used spiritual power to shock the little attendant aside and reached out to tug at the immortal grass’s branches: “What this-can’t and that-can’t, what would happen if I just pick a few leaves?”