The Demon Venerable Is Delicate and Charming (GL) Chapter 7

In only a few short days, the little yard had changed from what Li Lingjiang remembered. The thick fog of No-Return Mountain blocked the view more and more, yet one could still see the flowers blooming in bright beauty. Li Lingjiang looked for a few seconds and could vaguely make out what they were: Allure Flowers.
Because these flowers caused illusions when they bloomed, and because their shape was also extremely moving, every extra glance made the heart feel as if great waves were sweeping through it. For that reason, their blooming period was short, and they were very hard to grow. In the past, Li Lingjiang had only planted two or three. Now, a small patch of the yard was filled with these flowers. She did not know how Yin Wu had done it.
The young immortal held her hands close to herself, looking at Li Lingjiang with bright eyes, as if waiting for something.
She asked, “Demon Lord, are they pretty?”
Li Lingjiang walked another circle around the yard. All kinds of strange and rare flowers were blooming beautifully, and every one of them was a flower from the Demon Realm.
She had never been stingy with words when expressing her feelings. She looked at Yin Wu and told the truth. “They are pretty. I like them very much. How did you do this?”
“And where did these flowers come from? Judging by how they are growing, were they transplanted?”
Yin Wu laughed dryly twice. Then she coughed lightly and looked mysterious. “Demon Lord, they were all on No-Return Mountain. I found them while picking Dragonwhisker Grass. When I moved them back, I discovered they were very easy to keep alive. Look, they bloomed so well.”
“No-Return Mountain?” Li Lingjiang repeated uncertainly. She pressed down the doubt in her eyes and said quietly, “Aside from many dead spirits, No-Return Mountain generally only allows living beings that have cultivated for many years to survive. And this place also carries the baleful energy from the fall of Demon Venerables through the generations. How could-”
She sighed softly. The emotion in her eyes changed as she looked at Yin Wu. “Yin Wu, where did you find them?”
Yin Wu heard every word clearly, and her eyes filled with panic. She anxiously told Li Lingjiang the place. Seeing that Li Lingjiang seemed a little tempted to go, she quickly said, “Demon Lord, you are not going, are you? Your body has not recovered. I am afraid something might happen to you.”
Li Lingjiang leaned against the door rail, her face pale. Her hair fell over both shoulders, making her look even more beautiful. Her eyes were cold and clear. The visible gauze only added a few traces of desire to her appearance. Her voice fell lightly.
“I will not go. I am only worried there may have been some change. Still, I have not come to No-Return Mountain for many years, so I do not know whether anything changed. Next time, I will have someone from the demon clan come take a look.”
She steadied herself with one hand. The moment she moved, a violent pain stabbed through her chest. She bent over against her will and began coughing hard. Her finger bones clenched the wooden door tight, and her vision blurred.
The pain seemed to pull at her heart itself. Li Lingjiang had never felt anything like it. It was like someone was drawing out her tendons and bones while she was still alive.
The pain came in dull waves. Li Lingjiang could clearly feel as if her brain were being dragged apart. Her body trembled. Her organs twisted so badly she could barely make a sound. Even having her bones ground to dust would not be much worse than this.
Yin Wu’s gaze tightened. She quickly stepped forward and supported Li Lingjiang. Her fingers secretly touched Li Lingjiang’s pulse, checking the emptiness and substance inside her body. A trace of confusion appeared on Yin Wu’s face. It was true that Li Lingjiang’s demonic power was nearly gone and that she was badly injured, but Yin Wu had been nourishing her with the demon dragon and spiritual power. Though no change could be seen from the outside, the inside should still be solid. How could there suddenly be signs of collapse?
As if she thought of something, Yin Wu’s eyes trembled slightly.
Li Lingjiang was still coughing, but it was clear she could not even breathe evenly now. In the blur, she looked at her own hands and suddenly realized that her body had already become this bad. Holding on with one breath, she tried to push Yin Wu away. Her mouth made an unclear sound.
“Get… out.”
Her beast ears trembled lightly twice, and the blood-red color in her eyes dyed them again. It should have made her look fierce, but instead she looked even weaker.
Li Lingjiang’s back was to Yin Wu. In addition, the sudden grave illness left her mind unclear. Yin Wu gathered magic in her palm and carefully controlled it as she helped rebuild Li Lingjiang’s meridians. Her face grew darker and darker. She pulled Li Lingjiang into her arms without allowing any refusal.
Li Lingjiang’s head tilted, and she leaned against Yin Wu’s chest, panting roughly. Her whole body was frighteningly hot, and her face was flushed with an unnatural red.
Little Black also spun anxiously to the side, but the white dragon swept it away with its tail. No matter how Little Black growled, it was useless.
No one knew how long passed before Li Lingjiang’s awareness gradually returned. Her eyes slowly cleared. Only after several seconds did she understand her situation. A thick medicinal taste filled her mouth. She had been placed on a lounge chair in the yard. Yin Wu stood nearby with a serious face, holding an axe and chopping hard at the demon dragon’s body.
The cracking sound of bone splitting creaked and snapped, making the heart shiver.
The black dragon and the white dragon stood on either side of the lounge chair, staring straight at her. Still, they carefully leaned closer to Li Lingjiang, perhaps frightened by Yin Wu’s aura.
Li Lingjiang looked over as if trying to figure things out. The young immortal seemed to be holding in anger, her expression stern and lips pressed tight. The way she swung the axe did not look like she was processing a corpse. It looked more like she was dealing with an enemy. Her aura was cold and hard, and quite a lot of blood had splashed onto her.
Li Lingjiang’s eyes widened slightly. She lifted her hand with effort and found a large patch of blood on her own sleeve. Only then did she realize it was her blood.
Before Li Lingjiang could speak, she coughed dully twice. Yin Wu immediately put down the axe and looked over. Her eyes reddened at once, and tears fell as if they cost nothing. Her tone drooped.
“Demon Lord.”
She walked forward weakly and crouched beside Li Lingjiang, complaining softly, “It is all my fault. If I had not planted the flowers, this would not have happened. I made you anxious. Just now your whole body was shaking, and blood kept dripping from your beast ears. I wiped for a very long time and still could not wipe it clean. No matter what I said, you could not hear me. You kept saying it hurt. I was really afraid. What would I do if something happened to you?”
Li Lingjiang had no idea how this young immortal had thought in that direction. She sighed softly and tried moving her whole body. It did not feel too painful, so she raised her hand and placed it on Yin Wu’s face, gently wiping away her tears.
“Are you made of water? Why do you like crying so much?”
This sleep had left Li Lingjiang very tired, but the way she looked at Yin Wu softened a little more. Faintly, however, it was also mixed with a breath of death.
“Even I do not know what happened to me. Trust me, I am fine. It has nothing to do with you. It is my own body’s problem.”
Yin Wu did not speak. She lowered her head and shed tears.
Li Lingjiang withdrew her hand and rubbed the warmth between her fingers. She looked toward the gray sky. It seemed the weather was about to change.
Then she lowered her eyes and looked at Yin Wu. From her wrist, she drew out a red thread. Her beast ears moved slightly. “Stretch out your hand.”
Yin Wu raised her eyes to look at her and stretched out her hand. Li Lingjiang’s expression was very serious, and her movements were very slow as she wound the red cord around Yin Wu little by little. She explained, “You have worked hard taking care of me. You should know of that ruler of heaven and earth. This is one of her magic artifacts.”
She sighed. “I have no use for it anymore. See whether it suits you. Even if you cannot use it, it is still a high-grade magic artifact.”
Yin Wu froze, as if startled by such a valuable gift. She shook her head. “I… I do not want it. You should keep-”
Before she could finish speaking, both of them sensed a powerful majesty. Li Lingjiang did not raise her eyes. Helplessly, she rubbed her brow. These past few days truly had given her no peace.
She wore black, stained with blood. Illness clung to her bones, yet she was still startling to the heart. Softly, she called, “Demon Lord.”