Transmigrated as the Cultivation World's Heartthrob - Senior Brother Just Wants to Slack Off - Chapter 11

On the other side, the Demon Palace was in complete chaos.

“Woo woo woo… My Lord, it’s all my fault… Please don’t die, okay?”

Mu Xuan, who had been stripped by Tang Yu, hadn’t even had time to put his clothes back on. He was now kneeling by Sang Jingli’s bedside, crying his heart out.

Lying on the bed, Sang Jingli seemed irritated by the noise. He grabbed the brocade quilt beside him and threw it at Mu Xuan’s face with great force, knocking him over.

“So noisy!” He rubbed his temples and sat up. “If you keep crying, I’ll kill you!”

Mu Xuan stopped wailing loudly and instead sobbed quietly. “My Lord… I was wrong…”

In his battle with Fu Qingyin, Sang Jingli shouldn’t have lost. But at a critical moment, his spiritual power suddenly became chaotic. He was forced to withdraw and suppress the demonic energy within himself, giving Fu Qingyin the opportunity to strike.

When he returned to the Demon Palace, he found Mu Xuan unconscious, stripped of his clothes. The moment Mu Xuan woke up, he saw several disciples helping Sang Jingli back to his chamber, with a group of demon physicians trailing behind.

“My Lord… That guy named Tang Yu, he hit me! He stole my clothes and my token!” Mu Xuan immediately threw himself at Sang Jingli’s feet. “My Lord, how did you get injured? Was it Tang Yu?”

“He’s not capable of that!” Sang Jingli pushed Mu Xuan away and sat by the bed.

Right now, his demonic energy and spiritual power were constantly clashing inside him, grinding against each other, making him extremely uncomfortable.

“But that Tang Yu… My Lord, are you not planning to capture and torture him?” Mu Xuan asked, unconvinced.

“The Black Iron cage, unless someone opened it from the outside, he wouldn’t have been able to escape.” Sang Jingli spoke, but suddenly, veins bulged on his forehead. “Ah…” His spiritual power rioted again, and forcibly suppressing it made his meridians feel like they were being gnawed on by ants.

“My Lord…” Mu Xuan grabbed a nearby demon physician and shook him hard. “What’s happening to him? Hurry, save him!”

The demon physicians exchanged glances and shook their heads. “Because My Lord practices both celestial and demonic cultivation, the two energies are clashing within him. He can only suppress it temporarily, but there’s no cure…”

“Is there no other way?” Mu Xuan sobbed uncontrollably as he looked at Sang Jingli, who was already sweating, eyes shut tight. The aura around him flickered erratically, he was clearly reaching his limit.

“Ah!” Sang Jingli suddenly let out another cry, and a surge of powerful energy sent the demon physicians and Mu Xuan flying.

“Cough cough… It seems My Lord has managed to suppress it… for now.” One demon physician cautiously approached the bed. He used his demonic energy to examine Sang Jingli’s pulse from a distance, then wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“I fear… this was the last time he could suppress it. If it happens again, his body may explode.” Another demon physician stood up, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Ah… My Lord… I’m afraid…” Mu Xuan stared at the unconscious Sang Jingli, who still furrowed his brows even in his sleep. He bit his lip. “There has to be a way to save him, right? Tell me! No matter what, My Lord cannot die.”

“There is one way… but it’s too difficult,” said the demon physician who had checked Sang Jingli’s pulse. “We’ve already mentioned it to My Lord before.”

“Just say it already!” Mu Xuan wiped his tears, his voice trembling. “My Lord is such a good person… He can’t die…”

“Have you ever heard of the Glazed Demon Fox?”

The demon physician looked at Mu Xuan. “A Glazed Demon Fox’s core can store spiritual power. If we could obtain one, My Lord could be saved… But unfortunately, Glazed Demon Foxes are incredibly rare. And even if we found one, the core must be willingly given, only then would it work.”

Mu Xuan froze, staring blankly at Sang Jingli lying on the bed.

After the demon physicians left, Mu Xuan slowly walked over and curled up at the foot of the bed, hugging his knees. “My Lord… woo woo woo…”

He had heard what the demon physician said. After this last forced suppression, My Lord would not last more than half a year. If they didn’t get the Glazed Demon Core, My Lord would die.

‘What should I do? How could I save My Lord…?’

Mu Xuan wasn’t originally from the Demon Clan, he was a human who had accidentally wandered into their territory.

Five years ago.

“Uncle Chen…” Mu Xuan nestled in the arms of a tall man, his little body jostling with dizziness.

“Don’t make a sound, Xuan’er.” Chen Sheng held him tightly.

The mountain path was difficult to traverse. He had been running for an entire day and night with Mu Xuan in his arms, yet those chasing them remained relentless.

“Chen Sheng! You have nowhere left to run!”

Finally cornered at the edge of a cliff, Chen Sheng had no escape.

“Uncle Chen… I’m scared…” Mu Xuan trembled as he saw the men draw their swords.

“Don’t be afraid, Xuan’er. Close your eyes.” Chen Sheng set him down and drew his own sword.

“The prince has ordered it. We must take Mu Xuan today. You can’t protect him. I advise you to stop struggling. Hand him over, and I might consider leaving you a whole corpse!” The leader of the pursuers looked at Mu Xuan greedily.

The prince’s bounty was far too tempting. If they captured this little brat, they’d be set for life.

“Xuan’er… No matter what happens, don’t look back. If you meet good people, follow them. Live as an ordinary child… In your next life, don’t be born into the imperial family.”

Chen Sheng said this as he took out a small artifact and placed it around Mu Xuan’s neck.

“Uncle Chen… What are you doing?” Mu Xuan looked at him in fear. “I don’t want this… Uncle Chen, I don’t want this…”

“Don’t be afraid, Xuan’er. It’ll be fine…”

“Ah… Uncle Chen!!!”

Mu Xuan’s eyes flew open. A handsome young man was crouched beside him, watching with interest.

“Tsk, had a nightmare?” The young man reached out and ruffled his hair.

“Who are you? Where’s Uncle Chen?” Mu Xuan suddenly burst into tears, crying so loudly that it almost pierced Sang Jingli’s eardrums. Annoyed, Sang Jingli slapped him across the face.

“Shut up!”

Mu Xuan was so terrified that he couldn’t make a sound. His tears kept falling, but he only dared to sob softly.

“Uncle Chen? I don’t know him,” Sang Jingli said impatiently. “I only know that you suddenly appeared in my chamber!”

He casually threw the artifact Chen Sheng had placed around Mu Xuan’s neck onto the floor. It was a teleportation artifact, with coordinates set to the Demon Palace. A single-use item, clearly made by a certain someone.

Sang Jingli looked at the little ball of flesh before him and ordered, “I’ll let you stay, but from now on, you’re my guard. Under one condition, no more crying! Or I’ll kill you!”

Mu Xuan recalled Chen Sheng’s words, “Xuan’er… No matter what happens, don’t look back. If you meet good people, follow them. Live as an ordinary child… In your next life, don’t be born into the imperial family.”