Chapter 193: The Demon Lord Doesn’t Cry and Keeps Holding On! (Fourth Update)

Hei Tong was still puzzled as to why the figure she had seen from a hundred li away had disappeared. Upon hearing a noise nearby, she noticed a spirit stone on the ground. Her eyes sparkled, and she immediately approached the spirit stone.

However, she only took a few steps closer and didn’t rush to pick up the spirit stone. Instead, she looked around for a while to ensure there was no danger before bending down to pick it up. Holding the spirit stone in her palm, she revealed a smile.

Ye Wenxin was relieved to see this. She just thought to continue throwing spirit stones to see when Hei Tong would notice something amiss, but as she was about to throw another one, she noticed Hei Tong had suddenly disappeared. Before she could use her Divine Sense to locate Hei Tong’s position, a large object plummeted from the sky.

Black wings shimmered with a purple-blue metallic sheen beneath the moonlight; the massive creature charged towards Ye Wenxin with great momentum, yet devoid of any murderous intent.

Even so, Ye Wenxin avoided the attack. She watched as Hei Tong spun around, her claws once again aimed at Ye Wenxin.

This time, Ye Wenxin didn’t dodge. The claws transformed into ordinary human hands, and Hei Tong’s humanoid form reappeared as she giggled, hugging Ye Wenxin’s neck.

“You finally came to find me.”

“No, I just happened to be passing by.” Upon seeing Hei Tong, Ye Wenxin recalled the phrase ‘spares not even beasts’.

Seeing Hei Tong in this childish posture always made Ye Wenxin feel like she was dealing with a young girl experiencing her first crush. However, unlike other humans, Hei Tong only possessed the intellect of a ten-year-old, so she probably wouldn’t understand the complexities of human emotions.

“’Just passing by.’ Weren’t you with the lass? If you didn’t come to see me in the backwoods, what were you here for?” Hei Tong shook her head in confusion; despite having a humanoid body, she seemed unable to control her animal instincts, always fidgeting.

Ye Wenxin straightened Hei Tong’s tilted head and continued, “I came to collect a body.”

“A body? Hmm, there does seem to be a hint of corpse stench.” Hei Tong grabbed Ye Wenxin’s clothes and sniffed carefully, then voiced her observation, “Why does this scent smell familiar?”

“I killed Gu Aotian.”

“Oh.” Hei Tong tilted her head again, seeming uninterested in Gu Aotian’s death, or why he had been killed.

Instead, Hei Tong’s behavior became even more restless. Originally, she was hugging Ye Wenxin’s neck, but now she stretched her legs out and wrapped herself around Ye Wenxin’s body.

Ye Wenxin felt a bit awkward being held like this. She gently stroked Hei Tong’s back a few times. Hei Tong stiffened, and suddenly found herself being princess-carried by Ye Wenxin.

Seeing Ye Wenxin’s actions, Hei Tong smiled brightly and continued excitedly, “Can I transform back and let you carry me?”

“Not unless you want to crush me to death.” Ye Wenxin immediately refused.

Remembering Hei Tong’s original enormous form, Ye Wenxin knew that even in her Demon Lord body, carrying Hei Tong would be incredibly strenuous.

She had no desire to waste her energy on such a senseless matter.

“How could you die? Xuan Daozi used to carry me like this every day.” Hei Tong pouted, longing for the feeling of being lifted high.

“Then go find Xuan Daozi.”

“But he ascended,” Hei Tong grumbled more, her gaze drifting to the distant mountaintop.

“Ascended, huh?” Ye Wenxin repeated, feeling an inexplicable longing for ascension.

“Yes, Xuan Daozi even said he would come back for me, but it’s been hundreds of years,” Hei Tong complained again, her dissatisfaction growing. “Everyone says that, and then they never come back.”

Ye Wenxin smiled, gently stroking Hei Tong’s head. This gesture encouraged Hei Tong, who nuzzled closer. Even though Ye Wenxin knew she was dealing with a mere spirit beast, seeing her human form was still somewhat overwhelming.

Hei Tong was perched on Ye Wenxin’s lap, their faces just inches apart. Yet, in her beast-like consciousness, Hei Tong didn’t find this proximity unusual and continued to chatter away happily.

Ye Wenxin tried to create some distance, but Hei Tong leaned in even more, almost pressing her entire weight against Ye Wenxin. This made Ye Wenxin profoundly aware of the adage, ‘Ignorance is the most terrifying’.

“Hei Tong, have you been behaving lately?” asked Ye Wenxin. The last time they met at the Immortal Sect Grand Tournament, she hadn’t had the chance to routinely check in with Hei Tong.

“What does behaving mean?” Hei Tong tilted her head, not really understanding the question.

Ye Wenxin chose her words carefully, “It means not doing things like sitting on other people’s laps or letting others touch you casually.”

Hearing this, Hei Tong’s big, pretty black orbs widened, feeling that Ye Wenxin was underestimating her. But then she quickly realized something, looking down at her current actions, which perfectly matched Ye Wenxin’s description.

After a while, she finally squeezed out a few words.

“It’s only with you.”

“What? I didn’t hear you.” Ye Wenxin pretended not to hear, surprised to find that Hei Tong had actually learned to be shy.

“I won’t say it again! You’re such a mean human!” Hei Tong grew even more displeased. She instinctively wanted to peck at Ye Wenxin, but remembered she was still in human form, so she could only glare at Ye Wenxin with frustration.

Seeing Hei Tong becoming more like a human, Ye Wenxin chuckled softly and continued to stroke her head. “These actions you’re doing are gestures humans make towards someone they like. What you’re doing now is considered seduction among humans.”

Hei Tong was even more confused, seemingly unable to understand what Ye Wenxin was trying to convey.

But in Ye Wenxin’s eyes, Hei Tong seemed even more dangerous. Clearly, all of Hei Tong’s behaviors were purely instinctual, devoid of any particular meaning. It was precisely this that made Ye Wenxin find her more frightening.

She wanted to continue teaching Hei Tong something when she sensed a strong presence in the distance. Hei Tong, with her sharper vision, immediately recognized the figure.

“It’s the lass!”

The lass Hei Tong referred to was naturally Fairy Fengya. Ye Wenxin froze, remembering she was currently in her Demon Lord form, and immediately planned to ditch Hei Tong and run. But just as she was about to do so, a thought struck her.

Fairy Fengya did not recognize Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng, so even if Ye Wenxin appeared before her in this form, nothing would happen. With this logic clear in her mind, Ye Wenxin decided to stay put.

However, Hei Tong, oblivious to Ye Wenxin’s apprehension, was about to get up and greet Fairy Fengya when she felt a strong grip around her waist. Looking down, she saw Ye Wenxin holding her tightly, unable to hide the anxiousness in her eyes.

Even more peculiar was that as Fairy Fengya approached, Ye Wenxin’s every smile and gesture became exceptionally enchanting, as if the previous nervous expression was merely a product of Hei Tong’s imagination.