Sima Jiao, the ancestor who once brought down the Cultivation World’s premier Immortal Mansion, the genuine Demon Lord whose forces were currently unifying the Demon Realm, had at this moment brought her thousands of miles to vacation in some unnamed city in the Cultivation World, just because she craved certain foods… What kind of heaven-moving, earth-shaking boyfriend was this?

The more Liao Tingyan thought about it, the more she felt that her roommate’s boyfriend, who had gotten up in the middle of the night because of a phone call to buy barbecue and cake and deliver it downstairs, was completely outmatched.

Given that her boyfriend was so accommodating, even though she was forcibly pressed to accompany him in the water, she endured it.

Moreover, the surrounding scenery was truly beautiful, refreshing to the spirit. She had lived in the Demon Realm for so many years, and there was really nothing good to say about the scenery there—vast wastelands and desolate forests, rarely seeing lush green plants. Winter City did have some plants, but most plants in the Demon Realm differed from those in the Cultivation World—they were oddly shaped, and the colors weren’t very fresh.

So for many years, she hadn’t seen such beautiful scenery or smelled such fresh, pure mountain forest air. Her whole body floating on the water, she felt she might transform into a fallen leaf.

As Liao Tingyan floated emptily on the water’s surface, Sima Jiao watched her float, then rested his head on her stomach, looking up at the sky just as she was.

The red maples and bamboo forest rustled, red maple leaves fell, and with a gentle blow from Liao Tingyan, they slowly flew back upward, drifting to and fro in the air like butterflies. The two of them formed a T-shape, their eyes lazily following that single leaf.

“Did we do this before?” Liao Tingyan asked.

“Mm.” Sima Jiao made a sound from his nose, seeming to answer half-asleep.

Liao Tingyan looked at him. Compared to when she first met him, he seemed increasingly relaxed, quite similar to her. She used to be like this—after work, she loved to lie around doing nothing. Her friends all said that spending time with her would easily infect one with the laziness disease. It seemed this laziness disease was something even the great Demon Lord couldn’t resist.

As she thought this, her hand unconsciously twisted Sima Jiao’s hair, twisting and twisting until she casually put it in her mouth and chewed.

This bad habit of chewing things while bathing, she couldn’t remember when she had developed it. When she previously worked at Rouge Platform, they had prepared staff dormitories and bathhouses. Although Liao Tingyan lived at home, she would occasionally bathe in the staff bathhouse, soaking in the bath while chewing a type of grass stem that could whiten teeth and keep the mouth fresh. The bathhouse provided many such cleaning supplies, so she would chew them for fun, and it became a habit.

Realizing this wasn’t tooth grass but her Demon Lord boyfriend’s beautiful hair, Liao Tingyan froze. Under the Demon Lord’s indescribable gaze, she took out his hair, carefully washed it in the water, then took out a comb to smooth it, and put it back properly.

“Was it tasty?” Sima Jiao asked her.

Liao Tingyan: “Not tasty.”

Sima Jiao’s expression was odd, and Liao Tingyan immediately understood, changing her answer: “It was tasty!”

His expression was still strange.

Boyfriends were hard to please.

Sima Jiao got up, and casually brushed his hair back, saying: “You’re so greedy that you even want to eat hair.”

I’m not, I didn’t!

“Get up, let’s go eat,” Sima Jiao said.

The small lake was quite shallow, with a wooden corridor built over it. Sima Jiao stepped onto the wooden corridor, pushed open some of the carved screens, turned back and extended his hand to Liao Tingyan standing in the water. With a pull, he brought her up as well.

With a shake of his sleeve, all the moisture on his body disappeared, and he was once again a sleek Demon Lord.

Finding a bathrobe to put on, Liao Tingyan was still dripping wet, wringing her hair: “…” Your lordship just handled it like this? Don’t you consider changing clothes?

Honestly, Liao Tingyan somewhat suspected he never changed his clothes. His clothes always looked similar day after day. Though he liked bathing and was a cultivator who didn’t accumulate dust or dirt, he still couldn’t always wear the same clothes—it was psychologically uncomfortable.

She had previously discovered many men’s clothes in her own space, in various styles and colors, possibly her boyfriend’s clothes. She thought for a moment, took out a robe embroidered with white celestial birds and auspicious cloud patterns, and opened it in front of Sima Jiao, asking him: “Let’s change your clothes. How about this set?”

Sima Jiao looked at the clothes she brought out without speaking, so Liao Tingyan brought out another set in white with many ink patterns. “How about this set? If you want to change your look, this one is also nice.”

She also brought out a set in elegant purple—this one had a more wealthy aura.

Her corporate slave work experience told her that to gain client approval, techniques were needed. Don’t directly ask if something is acceptable; instead, present several options at once. Naturally, the other party won’t consider whether to change or not, but will directly enter the process of selecting one of the options.

Now it was the same—she had already presented three sets, so Sima Jiao was very likely not to consider whether to change, but rather which set to choose.

Sima Jiao: “Did you prepare these for me?”

Liao Tingyan: “There are many in my space. They should be what you wore before.”

Sima Jiao suddenly smiled, leaning close to Liao Tingyan’s ear to say: “I didn’t know you had prepared new clothes for me before.”

…Understood. Her former self had prepared clothes for her boyfriend but never brought them out, probably just like that prepared but never given ring. Now, her amnesiac self had directly revealed this.

Seeing the Demon Lord’s upturned lips and smugly satisfied expression, Liao Tingyan could only pretend nothing had happened.

Sima Jiao lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers.

He took off his outer robe and tossed it aside. Liao Tingyan quickly gathered the clothes and closed the carved wooden window partitions. The ambiguous twilight light filtered through the patterns of the wooden partitions into the room. As Sima Jiao removed his robe, his fair skin was also covered with a layer of hazy warm yellow.

He looked somewhat attractive taking off his clothes, and his movement of picking up an undergarment and putting it on was also appealing. His exposed chest was covered by the white undergarment, then by black middle and outer garments, covering the white undergarment and leaving only a white edge. He casually pulled at his front collar, and when tying the strings, the knuckles of his curved fingers were particularly attractive.

His long hair was tucked into his clothes, and he raised his hand to pull it out from the collar. With every movement, his sleeves swayed gently, his long hair floated, and combined with the light and shadows of that moment, there was a flavor of old Hong Kong films from childhood memories. Though she was too young to understand much then, she had some comprehension of the concept of ‘beauty.’

Liao Tingyan tugged at one of his waist sashes, her eyes fixed on him without moving away, feeling that she might have fallen under a charm spell.

Sima Jiao took the waist sash from her hand with one hand, while the other grasped the back of her neck, pulling her in for another kiss. Not the kind of kiss where lips just touch, but the kind where he pinched her neck to signal her to open her mouth.

Their shadows stretched out in the room, with the patterns from the wooden window projected nearby, like the shadow play of a talented scholar and beautiful lady on a flower lantern.

When Liao Tingyan came to her senses, she found that Sima Jiao had already tied the waist sash. This sash was tied inside the outer robe, and when he withdrew his hand, the outer robe fell, hiding that waistline. He tied the sash and sat to one side, looking at her, “Done. Your turn.”

Liao Tingyan: “My turn?”

She glanced at her clothes, thinking: Was I so captivated by his beauty that I stood there watching the boss change clothes the whole time? Reciprocating courtesy, now he wanted to watch her change.

She ignored her boyfriend sitting with a boss-like posture and went behind a screen to change her clothes.

She put on a dress, and outside, Sima Jiao laughed loudly. Behind the screen, Liao Tingyan secretly drooped her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him.

Sima Jiao’s laughter gradually faded, but watching her shadow through the screen, he still smiled. Perhaps because the twilight light and shadows were too gentle, his facial expression was rarely tender, almost unlike the person who had once wandered alone like a shadow on Three Saints Mountain.

Liao Tingyan finished preparing herself and came out. Sima Jiao stood by the door, “Let’s go.”

Liao Tingyan stepped forward, raised her hand, and arranged his hair again. He had dressed himself casually, with several strands of hair still inside his collar. After Liao Tingyan arranged his hair properly, they went out together.

This was a private villa, extremely spacious. That courtyard with the lake, bamboo forest, and red maple trees was exclusively theirs. Outside a gate were wide roads leading in all directions. Wind sedan chairs waited by the wall, and the bearers very enthusiastically invited the two to board. The speed was neither fast nor slow, just right for them to enjoy the scenery along the way.

“Are you two going to the Precious Food Tower?”

After receiving an affirmative answer, the accompanying guide brothers began to recommend the local delicacies in an enthusiastic and polite tone.

Guests at this private villa all had separate courtyards, and food could certainly be delivered, but some people enjoyed lively atmospheres, so the Precious Food Tower was a must-visit place for such guests. People could enjoy singing, dancing, and various performances while dining.

Along the way, Liao Tingyan also saw other guests in wind sedan chairs. These chairs were truly like a breeze, silent. When several chairs met, they floated past each other lightly.

The Precious Food Tower was brightly lit, overflowing with flowing light and colors. Over a hundred individual small pavilions formed a circle, connected by aerial corridors. In the center was a lake island where performers presented shows.

The wind sedan chair delivered Liao Tingyan and Sima Jiao to one of the small pavilions, where attendants waiting at the pavilion welcomed them up. The meticulous service made Liao Tingyan sigh—it must be extremely expensive.

Now she felt again like she had married into a wealthy family. No matter where, Sima the Big Boss was never short of money, so Liao Tingyan didn’t hold back, ordering one of everything on the menu.

“Just bring them gradually, no need to set everything out at once,” Liao Tingyan instructed, rubbing her hands in anticipation of her feast.

Sima Jiao had no interest in the food and leaned to one side, waiting.

Liao Tingyan hadn’t eaten such sumptuous, delicious food for a very long time. The Demon Realm, after all, had regional differences and different tastes. Besides, with her cultivation level, eating so much food with minimal spiritual energy wouldn’t make her feel stuffed, so she could freely taste and satisfy her mouth and tongue.

There were also various drinks to choose freely, served in white jade pots, for self-drinking and self-pouring, creating a great atmosphere. With silk and bamboo music around the ears, graceful singing and dancing, and continuous stream of delicious food with excellent appearance, aroma, and taste—eyes, ears, mouth, and nose all received wonderful enjoyment, creating an overwhelming sense of happiness.

It was at this moment that fighting broke out outside.

Hearing the commotion, Liao Tingyan looked up and out.

A pavilion across the lake exploded, and three people emerged from the ruins. Opposite them, in another pavilion, stood more than a dozen people in purple robes, pointing at the ruined pavilion and laughing loudly.

“It’s been a long time indeed. I never expected that the former Branch Master of Qinggu Heaven, True Immortal Dongyang, would join another sect. By the looks of it, you’re doing quite well,” the leader of the purple-robed people said loudly, his tone mocking and resentful.

Among the three people in green clothes opposite, a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties spoke first: “Friend Xia has now also joined White Emperor Mountain. My congratulations.”

The purple-robed man sneered, “Since you know I’ve joined White Emperor Mountain, you should know that your death has arrived. A mere Guyu Hollow can’t protect you!”

The young man was utterly helpless. He cupped his hands slightly, “No matter what, we were once fellow disciples. Now our paths differ and we cannot work together, why must we dwell on past grudges?”

One was aggressive, the other’s tone was soft but his attitude was not. It seemed they would soon break into a clanging fight.

Liao Tingyan only glanced twice before continuing to eat, but unfortunately, her position was unlucky, and she was affected by the fighting people. The arrogant purple-robed man had a higher cultivation level than the green-robed man and beat him so he crashed into Liao Tingyan’s pavilion, overturning all the tables in front of her.

Liao Tingyan was still holding her chopsticks, with a piece of sauced meat dangling precariously. She looked at the green-robed man who had spat blood and stood up, silently ate the sauced meat, put down her chopsticks, and kicked the purple-robed man who was pursuing to continue the fight, sending him flying back to their pavilion.

After this kick, seeing the green-robed man looking at her in shock, Liao Tingyan realized what she had done.

Oh no, she had forgotten this wasn’t the Demon Realm anymore.

Having lived in Hejian City in the Demon Realm for so long, she had developed a conditioned reflex—once bullied to her face, she would instinctively fight back, because in the Demon Realm, showing weakness would lead to further bullying. Habits formed from bloody lessons made her temporarily forget that the Cultivation World was different from the Demon Realm.

She hesitated, looking toward Sima Jiao who was lying to one side.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the green-robed young man, clutching his chest, hesitantly called out: “Are you… disciple Tingyan?”