Chapter 151: Xueqing and the Blood Fiend

The Corpse Immortal of the Immortal Chant I am the Taoist of Drunken Sun. 2423 words 2026-04-11 16:53:25

"This world is not as simple as you think. This is the Primordial Era. Something unknown happened in the previous Desolate Ancient Era, creating a massive historical gap with not a single record left behind, and even the supreme Emperors vanished along with it!"

After chatting with the Blood Fiend for a while, Ye Wuya came to a conclusion: the Blood Fiend had been beaten to death by a veiled young girl with a single shovel!

In other words, when the woman in red sent him to this world, there was no such thing as a Blood Fiend plot at all! The Blood Fiend was merely an accident!

Ye Wuya was left speechless, somewhere between laughter and tears, though leaning more toward tears, having inexplicably gotten himself entangled with a supreme demon lord.

Xueqing liked this guy, and yet he had fallen in love with Xueqing—was this the legendary love triangle?

After falling silent for a moment, Ye Wuya asked, "Do you know about me and Xueqing?"

"What Xueqing? What could your affair with Xueqing possibly have to do with this seat?" the Blood Fiend asked skeptically.

Hearing this, Ye Wuya became even more puzzled. Did the Blood Fiend not know Xueqing?

Was what Xueqing said false? Or was what the Blood Fiend said false?

Thinking it over carefully, Ye Wuya felt that he had to get to the bottom of this matter! After all, even if Xueqing did not love him, they had already shared the intimacy of husband and wife! He could not afford to take this lightly.

"The Demon Clan! A fox!"

Ye Wuya did not spell it out directly, merely giving the Blood Fiend a hint.

"Oh, oh, oh. This seat remembers now. There does seem to be such a little girl," the Blood Fiend said in a sudden realization.

"What is your relationship with her?" Ye Wuya asked in a cold voice. If the Blood Fiend dared to provide an unsatisfactory answer, he would definitely draw his sword and hack him to pieces.

"Kid, you seem a bit off. It's as if a murderous intent is brewing within you!" The Blood Fiend's interest was instantly piqued, and he teased.

"Spare me your nonsense! I'm asking you, what is your relationship with Xueqing?" Ye Wuya demanded coldly.

"And what if this seat refuses to say?" The Blood Fiend had been lonely for far too long. Having finally found someone to talk to, he naturally wanted to drag the conversation out, so he went along with Ye Wuya's words.

"Then I'll run outside and shout at the top of my lungs to the entire world: 'I am the Blood Fiend!'" Ye Wuya said through gritted teeth, speaking with vicious intent.

The moment he uttered those words, even he was stunned!

Unconsciously, had his feelings for Qing'er reached such an extent already? Ye Wuya thought to himself.

However, since the words were already out, taking them back was impossible, so he continued with a dry laugh.

"Old thing, if I run out and shout that, how miserably do you think the two of us will die?" Ye Wuya intentionally paused before adding, "There are quite a few people who hate you to the bone, aren't there?"

The Blood Fiend fell silent. What Ye Wuya said was true. He could not leave and was currently little more than a parasite. If Ye Wuya really went out and shouted that, every cultivator in the world would come swarming over to eliminate him in a desperate race!

By then, neither of them would have the slightest chance of survival!

Just a moment ago, he had genuinely felt that fierce ruthlessness in Ye Wuya—he was a man who would not only say it, but actually do it.

A sigh from the Blood Fiend echoed through the darkness!

Followed immediately by the Blood Fiend's account:

"Back then!"

"Because I was heavily wounded in the Battle of the Mad Fiend, I was saved by a female fox spirit in the territory of the Demon Clan!" said the Blood Fiend.

"And then?" Ye Wuya asked coldly.

"Later, after my injuries had mostly healed, I heard that the Heavenly Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan knew the resting place of the last female Emperor of the Primordial Era (the Demon Empress), so I set my sights on the Demon Empress, hoping to use the opportunity to step into the Emperor Realm.

"With that, I slaughtered my way into the Demon Clan! As it happened, the Demon Clan was holding the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice. That female fox spirit who had saved me—the one you call Xueqing—was one of the sacrificial offerings, so I casually rescued her."

The Blood Fiend seemed lost in memories. After a brief pause, he continued: "I hadn't expected the Heavenly Demon Emperor to bring out an Emperor Artifact—the Eastern Bell! As an Emperor Artifact from the Desolate Ancient Era, logically it should have vanished along with that era, yet unexpectedly, it remained within the Demon Clan!

"Naturally, in my half-injured state, I wasn't going to go head-to-head with the Eastern Bell. Afterward, I took the female fox spirit away from the Demon Clan, dropped her off halfway, and never saw her again. Once I spent several centuries recuperating and my injuries healed, I turned misfortune into a blessing and advanced even further to step into the Saint Realm!

"And after that was the Battle of the Twilight of Emperors that you already know of."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wuya instantly relaxed. Between the Blood Fiend and Xueqing, it was merely a matter of Xueqing having saved him, and him happening to cross paths with Xueqing in danger, thereby repaying the favor!

From the looks of it, Xueqing had no real relationship with the Blood Fiend. It was likely that Xueqing had simply developed a crush on the Blood Fiend around that time.

If that was the case, Ye Wuya felt he still had hope of winning Xueqing's heart.

After finishing his account, the Blood Fiend noticed that Ye Wuya's hostility had dissipated, and asked, "What is your relationship with that little girl? Is she really worth perishing together with this seat for?"

"She is my wife!" Ye Wuya declared.

If not for his lack of sufficient strength, he would have even wanted to announce it to the entire world!

"Hm? You say that little girl is your wife? If Mu Qing's memories are correct, it should now be three thousand years after the War of the Emperors! If that little girl is still alive, judging by a cultivator's lifespan, she should have already stepped into the Realm of Seizing Heaven. How did a toad like you manage to eat swan meat?"

The Blood Fiend's gossipy nature was instantly ignited. How had a scumbag who hadn't even condensed a Golden Core managed to cross so many realms and hook up with such a powerhouse?

After all, there was a gap of three thousand years between their ages! Not to mention their disparity in strength.

The Blood Fiend had only awakened around the time Ye Wuya killed Mu Qing, the head of the Mu family, so naturally he had no idea that Ye Wuya had used his name to claim Xueqing, and not only that, but received two extras with the deal...

"None of your business!" Ye Wuya retorted ungraciously. Naturally, he wasn't going to tell the Blood Fiend that he had used the Blood Fiend's own reputation to win Xueqing over, would he?

Where would that leave his pride? Besides, judging by the Blood Fiend's tone over the past moment, he had no idea that Xueqing loved him, which finally set Ye Wuya's mind at ease.

The Blood Fiend chuckled awkwardly. He had asked such a private question, so it was only fair that the other person refused to answer.

The two of them fell silent.

The entire dark space grew completely quiet.

"Hey, Blood Fiend, do you miss your wife?" Ye Wuya blurted out out of boredom.

"I do!"

A single, resolute word echoed from the darkness!

Followed immediately by a wave of desolate words from the Blood Fiend: "But this seat cannot return. Everyone here is trying to prevent this seat from going back. Once I get out, anyone who has ever stood in my way will be condemned by this seat to eternal damnation!"

"You're not from this world?" Ye Wuya asked in shock!

He had always assumed the Blood Fiend was a native of Xianyin. Hearing this now, it turned out the Blood Fiend wasn't from this world at all, but hailed from somewhere else, just like him!