After the ancient great demon Qing Luan died, she transformed into two things: one was Yan Chaosheng’s Phoenix Feather Whip, and the other was the small realm within the colorful feather.

The small realm wasn’t large. All things have their laws of existence. Back then, Qing Luan feared her child would be rejected by the Eight Wildernesses, so she sacrificed herself to create this sealed space that blocked all energy signatures.

Now, in this tiny world, there was only an egg, a completely naked young woman, and an ink snake.

Liu Shuang had been poisoned by the passion flower, which had the effect of temporarily ravaging one’s consciousness.

Her entire body burned with heat as she drifted in the sea of desire, forgetting she had become Chi Shui Liu Shuang. She vaguely thought she was still the little celestial grass from seven hundred years later, waiting for her demon king husband to return at Qing Cang Mountain.

Now, as an aggrieved little celestial grass, she dimly understood she had been ambushed.

Lord Su Lun had previously brought her many story books to read. Those books contained many situations like hers.

If she were a fortunate female protagonist, she would encounter a hero who would help her detoxify, and thereafter, they would become a talented couple, growing old together.

If she were an unfortunate protagonist, it would be terrible—defiled by a villain, suffering for life.

The latter was truly miserable.

As a little celestial grass, Liu Shuang couldn’t remember her feelings for Yan Chaosheng, but she recalled one thing: he was her husband.

The most handsome demon lord in the Eight Wildernesses.

If it were her husband, joining with him in this situation would still count as marital intimacy. After all, she had loved him, and he was handsome—she wouldn’t lose out. But if it were someone else…

She struggled to awaken from her confused consciousness and saw a cold ink snake.

Its eyes were sharp and icy. Now, something cold was between her legs. Her fair, delicate body was encircled in its embrace, causing her to let out an uncomfortable moan.

The little celestial grass was somewhat dazed. Instinctively, she clenched her legs tightly, not allowing the creature before her to advance another inch.

She thought ruinously that there was a third situation, uniquely terrible.

Trembling lips finally stammered a few words: “You… you dare…”

This snake demon was finished, absolutely finished! She was the demon lord’s woman, and this great demon, being of demonkind, actually dared to touch the demon lord’s woman.

Because of her momentary clarity of consciousness, the ink snake halted its actions and met her gaze.

Its original form wasn’t ugly.

Liu Shuang had never seen such a demon original form—three parts snake, three parts dragon, four parts flood dragon. It lacked the majestic presence common to all snake tribes. Its ink-colored scales, in the dim small realm, though ferocious, carried a faint luster.

However, Liu Shuang couldn’t help but reject it.

In that moment of clarity, she distinctly felt the malice this demon creature harbored toward her.

In their twisting struggle, it was half wildly frenzied, half deliberately tormenting her.

But it hadn’t expected her to have this moment of clarity.

The two remained at an impasse for quite some time before the passion flower poison took effect again. Liu Shuang didn’t even have time to feel fear or timidity before being invaded by the poison once more. She felt so miserable that she wanted to cry. To make matters worse, the snake also noticed this. With malicious and base intent in its eyes, it deliberately teased her, forcing apart her trembling, slender legs.

It didn’t advance further, as if waiting for her to beg in her half-confused state.

Even in her disoriented state, Liu Shuang sensed that it was deliberately bullying her.

She blinked, tears sliding from her eyes. As the demon lord’s pampered and beloved consort, she couldn’t help but cry.

Yan Chaosheng had never bullied her like this. She wasn’t afraid of demon creatures, because, after all, her original form was also a little celestial grass.

But a demon’s original form was so enormous. Using his original form for intimacy with her, who was now much weaker than he, was nothing short of humiliation.

Liu Shuang’s mind was unclear, her memory still fixed at the time before she and the demon lord had untied their spiritual bond. She vaguely recalled that even her husband had never used his original form to bully her.

Thinking this way, she was even more miserable than those mortal women in storybooks who encountered villains. Feeling wronged, alarmed, and afraid, she kicked her legs, trying to get away from it.

She sobbed as she kicked at it. Believing herself to be the little celestial grass, she instinctively called to her husband for help: “Yan Chaosheng, where are you? Save me…”

The ink snake had been coldly sneering at her pitiful reaction.

Suddenly, its body stiffened.

Liu Shuang was clear-headed for only a moment before becoming muddled again, her consciousness completely submerged by the passion flower poison as she clung to this great demon.

Its scales were ice-cold, like mystical iron frost, chilling almost to the bone.

Such coldness greatly countered the passion flower poison within her body. The great demon’s original form was unstable, and within the small realm, it hadn’t suppressed its demonic energy.

Soon, her long eyelashes were coated with a layer of white frost.

She felt the tail wrapped around her waist loosen as she was placed on the ground.

When the celestial grass’s spiritual power was abundant, tears flowed freely. Feeling miserable, she tried to embrace its tail, only to have her hand cruelly swatted away.

Several silver rings descended from midair, binding her tightly.

After she regained consciousness, the great demon didn’t utter a word. Liu Shuang was certain it must bear a grudge against her. Otherwise, why would it deliberately torture her when she was conscious, yet cease entangling with her when she was unconscious and most miserable?

As the passion flower poison completely submerged her sea of consciousness, she had no more memory of what happened afterward.

The ink snake transformed into a young man and sat beside her.

After a long silence, he laughed with hatred, pinched her cheek, then removed his clothes to cover her.

Yan Chaosheng still wore the disciple robes of Kung Sang. When he left the Kung Sang Immortal Realm, he had been filled with pride at completing his first mission. He had treasured these clothes, never imagining they would later become so ironic.

Just as he had repeatedly warned himself not to repeat Bi Xun’s tragic fate.

The young woman covered by his clothes was more hateful than Xi Yun.

She was more noble, more beautiful, more given to tears, and more able to assess situations than Xi Yun. In the future, she might prove even more cruel.

Stopping like this was more painful for him than for her. He turned his head away, simply pressing his hand against his heart to stay clear-headed.

Without his heart scale, a single touch brought pain.

Under this extreme pain, he managed to control his body’s instincts enough to take care of her.

The young woman’s eyes had lost their light—clearly, she was no longer lucid. His demon form’s malevolent nature remained, uncontrollably savoring her taste from before, almost making him regret stopping after barely beginning.

He had hurt her.

After a long silence, he manifested his silver eyes. It was only at such times that his cultivation technique was most powerful. Yan Chaosheng wasn’t feeling any better than she was. Her existence was, to him, no different from a dose of passion flower poison.

The young woman nearby was momentarily suppressed by him, but she was so uncomfortable that tears kept falling.

Teardrops fell into her long hair, making her look extremely pitiful. He stared at her expressionlessly for a while, a pain flashing through his heart that had just been pressed.

Transforming into one’s original form was often when a demon was most ferocious.

Even young demons, when first manifesting their original form, invariably experienced a day of bloodshed and hunting. He had endured until now without killing anyone, but he had… seen blood.

He glanced at a certain spot covered by his clothes, his expression tightening. He didn’t know why she had called his name earlier. He felt both hatred and anger at this unexpected turn, yet a certain part of him still stood tall.

Yan Chaosheng had never known his emotions could be so complex.

He felt miserable, joyful, yet also pained. She had called for him to save her, not knowing that the one who frightened her was also himself.

Seeing her cry, he raised his hand to wipe away her tears.

Knowing she couldn’t recognize anyone now, he said: “Stop crying. I hurt more than you.”

The young woman’s tears were scalding, making his fingertips tremble. The passion flower poison devoured consciousness, making one vulnerable and aggrieved. He had barely wiped the tears from her small face before it was covered in tears again.

Yan Chaosheng tried to make himself more cold-hearted, to avoid following the foolish path of Bi Xun. He said coldly: “Endure it.”

The passion flower poison wasn’t like the base drugs of the mortal world—one wouldn’t die if it wasn’t resolved, but it caused a boiling kind of suffering. One could survive by enduring, but it would be painful for several days, and one’s magical power would be reduced significantly.

The young woman sobbed softly, her small face tear-stained, her peach-colored cheeks flushed with a light pink, crying so hard she could barely make a sound.

After a long silence, he looked at the demon egg nearby.

It was silent and still, but being a descendant of an ancient demon tribe, it shouldn’t be entirely useless. Yan Chaosheng placed his palm over his heart, extracted a strand of his heart meridian, and infused it into the demon egg. He coughed softly, enduring the discomfort.

The demon egg rotated as if injected with life. Soon, a crack appeared.

Yan Chaosheng had no time to watch it hatch. Gritting his teeth, he half-embraced Liu Shuang, letting her lean against him.

He spread his five fingers, covering her waist and abdomen.

A thick red energy transferred from her body to his fingertips. Gradually, all the passion flower poison was transferred into his body.

A burning sensation swept over him.

The young woman in his arms was no longer suffering. After so much struggling, she now fell into a deep sleep in his embrace.

Yan Chaosheng touched her forehead, and the young woman slept even more deeply.

While he was still conscious, Yan Chaosheng looked at the demon bird that had just hatched.

Such a large egg, yet upon hatching, the demon bird was only as big as a palm. Covered in soft, cyan down, with tender yellow feet, it tilted its head to look at them.

Yan Chaosheng sensed his heart meridian connecting with this weak demon bird. He coldly instructed: “I need to hibernate for a while. Watch over the colorful, feathered small realm. Don’t let anyone in.”

The small demon bird chirped once.

“Also, don’t let her wake up first. Wait for my orders.”

The small demon bird: “Chirp!”

Yan Chaosheng put the young woman in his arms down: “Guard her. Since this place belongs to your mother, maintain this barrier well.”

He walked several chi away from Liu Shuang, sat cross-legged, and before the passion flower poison could erode his consciousness, he froze his body with mystic ice.

Using his demonic nature to combat the suffering of the passion flower poison, his body soon began to freeze.

The small demon bird couldn’t yet fly. It diligently hopped over, guarding Liu Shuang’s side, occasionally glancing at the black-robed youth in the ice.

When hungry, it would return to its eggshell, burying its small head inside to absorb the nourishment left by its mother, then spread its wings again to prevent the small realm from collapsing.

This cycle repeated for several days until the eggshell was gone. The small demon bird was starving to death, yet it faithfully kept Liu Shuang from waking and prevented the small realm from shattering.

But having just hatched, it was naturally hungry and needed to eat. Its available magical power was also limited. If its master didn’t wake soon, it couldn’t maintain things much longer.

Seeing the young woman about to open her eyes, the fluffy, small demon bird anxiously circled the mystic ice, expressing its urgency.

It was too small to use magical power.

Fortunately, the next moment, the mystic ice suddenly shattered. Its master, dressed in black, arrived at the young woman’s side and touched her forehead with his fingertip, causing her to fall into deep sleep once more.

The small cyan bird watched with curiosity, not understanding why its master wouldn’t let this beautiful young woman wake first.

Yan Chaosheng remained silent, conjuring a bathtub and placing her inside.

“Turn around,” he said coldly.

The small cyan bird didn’t realize he was talking to it until it was roughly kicked. Only then did it cover its tail with its wings and hurriedly hop away.

Demon creatures are naturally curious. After a while, it couldn’t help but secretly peek, seeing its fierce master washing the young woman’s body.

He had blindfolded himself, his expression blank, his eyes cold.

After a long time, the master conjured a set of clothes and dressed the little immortal maiden. He held her, letting her lean against him, then removed the cloth from his eyes and commanded: “Come here.”

The small demon bird approached eagerly.

Its fierce master, the corners of his eyes tinged with light red, gazed at it: “What abilities do you have?”

It trembled for a long moment, somewhat confused.

“Healing—can you do it?”

The small demon bird tilted its head, hoping its master would be clearer. Healing was something anyone with magical power could do. It’s cold and brutal master had much more magical power than itself. Why would he ask such a question?

The young man remained silent for a while, then said with difficulty: “Restoration techniques—do you know them?”

The small demon bird: “?”

Following its master’s gaze, it saw the young woman’s beautiful jade body covered up and was at a loss for words.

Sharing a heart meridian made them naturally on the same side. Yan Chaosheng wasn’t treating it as a newborn demon bird baby.

He paused, then coldly lowered his eyes to defend himself: “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t go all the way in, just this much.”

“…” Chirp chirp.

Scoundrel.

The demons in the tower had been quite agitated recently.

His Highness’s aura had been present at first, but later mysteriously disappeared, along with that newly arrived little immortal maiden.

The demons expressed great concern.

The Night Demon Lord, however, remained calm. A descendant of Xiang Yao wouldn’t so easily come to harm.

Not only them, but also the immortal guards in the tower had all been awakened and begun searching for the demon spawn who had broken in.

Except for Liu Shuang’s uncle master, who was very worried about her situation and searching everywhere for her.

The immortal clans each sent people back to their realms to report, while the Night Demon Lord ordered all demon tribes: “No one is to make any move. Remain as before.”

Finally, nearly half a month later, two people appeared out of nowhere on the thirty-fifth floor.

Liu Shuang opened her eyes.

She looked up and immediately saw Yan Chaosheng beside her.

His expression was normal as he lowered his gaze to look at her: “Awake?”

Liu Shuang sat up. Her sea of consciousness was muddled, with blurry memories and images flashing through her mind. Remembering something, Liu Shuang’s body stiffened. She gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with anger.

“Yan Chaosheng, did you see an ink snake?”

Yan Chaosheng paused: “I did not. When I entered, you had been poisoned by the passion flower. I took you to the colorful, feathered small realm, where you seemed to be having nightmares the whole time.”

“Nightmares?” She was extremely suspicious, instinctively examining her body.

Yan Chaosheng calmly lowered his eyes.

After a while, Liu Shuang discovered that it did seem as though she had been dreaming. Her body showed no abnormalities. Immortals were very sensitive to their bodies, and her maiden essence was still intact.

“It doesn’t hurt…”

The passion flower poison had consumed her consciousness, and she had mistakenly thought herself to be the little celestial grass. Having a dream was normal.

Liu Shuang sighed with relief.

However… she looked at Yan Chaosheng before her: “How did you come to be in the Demon Suppression Tower?”

If what happened in the small realm was a dream, then her memory stopped at the moment the Night Demon Lord ambushed her. Strangely, Yan Chaosheng was supposed to be in Kung Sang. She had even matched him with Mi Chu. Logically, he should be in Kung Sang, developing a relationship with Mi Chu. How could he appear in the Demon Suppression Tower?

“You truly don’t know?” He raised his eyes.

“Did something happen these past few days?”

Yan Chaosheng laughed coldly: “Young Lord, Chi Shui Realm Lord wanted to execute me as a demon spawn. Your Kung Sang cannot accommodate me.”

After a long while, he said: “What about you? Why did you give me to Mi Chu?”