The Villainess Won’t Let the Main Leads Break Up!

Chapter 59: Master of Palace Renovation.

“Until that day, I finally learned the reason why the infamous Demon Lord, known far and wide, betrayed the Demon Realm and willingly faced the annihilation of the Underworld Demons…”

This is the most popular post in the category of <Anecdotes of the Martial World> in the Cultivating Spirit Book recently.

It vividly recounts the fierce battle that shook the major sects of cultivation a month ago, employing a narrative style reminiscent of a novel to repeatedly stir up emotions.

“He was originally a fearless and solitary demon, but unexpectedly, he met her, and from then on, the Vermilion Bird1 takes flight, unstoppable.”

“For her, he willingly returned to the sealed demon cave, determined to break through the seal and protect her completely. And for him, she deviated from familial and moral obligations, becoming someone despised by the world…”

This post describes in this way the mysterious woman who captivated the heart of the Demon Lord:

“She possessed a beauty that could overthrow nations, like a banished immortal, with almond-shaped eyes full of affection. Just a glance from her would make one’s heart ache and pity. Her skin was as delicate as mutton fat, and her voice was as melodious as a valley oriole.”

Xuanniao peeking at the martial arts book bit down on the page and turned it over:

“Ever since the Demon Lord died for her, that scene has become her nightmare. Her heart gradually tainted with hatred, and she washed her face with tears day after day, her heart turning into ashes…”

Xuanniao fell silent for a moment and glanced at Shen Wanqing, the valley oriole whose heart had turned to ashes, not far away.

She stood in the center of the flower bed, hands on her hips, impatiently tapping her foot on the ground.

“I’ll count to three. Who exactly plucked my man-eating flower? If you don’t step forward voluntarily, I will cook all of you today and feed you to Xuanniao.”

“And how many times have I said it? Please don’t touch the flowers I have placed in the room as decorations. Who on earth fertilized the flowerpot on my desk?”

Her voice carried through a voice transmission spell, and the entire palace heard it loud and clear.

Xuanniao: Am I the kind of bird that eats anything??

But whether it was an illusion or not, it always felt like in an instant, every corner nearby was filled with a tense atmosphere.

The demon generals in the entire palace were all afraid of Shen Wanqing.

Although this person appeared to be a well-behaved and beautiful girl, the shadow she cast on these demon generals was no less than Xie Wuyan.

Let’s start with the time when Shen Wanqing had just arrived at the palace.

When she first arrived, she looked very disheveled, covered in blood, and the talismans made her gasp for breath in pain. Xuanniao had to drag her to the stone bed where Xie Wuyan used to rest a hundred years ago.

Then she slept like that for three full days.

Three days later, she woke up, put on her clothes without saying a word, walked around the huge palace alone, and then silently gazed in the direction of the window.

The scene was distressing at times.

Xuanniao was also distressed.

It felt that women have always been emotional and likely to give up on themselves, sinking into depression and eventually becoming completely helpless.

Xuanniao thought about it and realized it couldn’t be like that.

Although it was also very sad, right now Shen Wanqing was the only person with a hope of rescuing Xie Wuyan’s soul from the sealed demon cave. She must not be depressed!

So Xuanniao suppressed its grief and flew up cautiously, saying, “Miss Shen, His Highness…”

“I have a question,” Shen Wanqing interrupted.

“What’s the question?”

“You have such a large palace, but only one small window about the size of my head. It’s noon, and the light can only reach two meters in front of the window, everything else is dark. Whose brilliant idea was this design?”

Xuanniao: “…”

“And why is the bed so hard?”

“And not to mention, with such a large area, you only built one palace?”

“The lamps are all covered in dust and broken. Haven’t you cleaned the place in hundreds of years?”

Xuanniao finally had a chance to speak, “Well, you see, it’s just me and His Highness in the palace, so nobody cleans.”

“I see,” Shen Wanqing said.

So the next day, she went out and brought back a few odd creatures, throwing them in front of the palace.

“What are these things?” Xuanniao asked.

Shen Wanqing: “I call them Demon Generals.”

Xuanniao: “What’s the use?”

“Cleaning and improving the palace environment.”

Xuanniao exclaimed in fear: “How did you capture them?”

Shen Wanqing: “By convincing them with reason.”

Xuanniao glanced at the row of injured monsters and demons lying in front of them, and fell silent, deep in thought.

Under the stimulation of that fierce battle, Shen Wanqing’s cultivation advanced rapidly, and her mastery of the blood-burning technique became even more proficient. Not to mention the fact that she had a portion of Xie Wuyan’s spiritual power supporting her. If her opponent wasn’t particularly formidable, she could handle them easily.

At first, there were always some small fry provoking at the palace entrance.

Shen Wanqing killed a few, captured a few, and then pretended to release a few with a seemingly kind heart. When they thought they had escaped and were exhausted, she would snatch them back and let them run again.

Before long, no one came to harass the palace entrance anymore. It even attracted a small number of demons and monsters who surrendered.

Thus, Shen Wanqing commanded this group of “Demon Generals” to begin the palace renovation project.

First, a thorough cleaning was done. Then the palace windows were opened to ensure better lighting. The floors were paved with tiles, and various decorations were added along with fresh green plants.

Most importantly, the stone bed was covered with silk quilts and draped with gauzy curtains, and a few soft couches were placed.

Next, Shen Wanqing arrived at Xie Wuyan’s flower garden.

There, she discovered that she couldn’t name any of the flower varieties, and they had withered and died over the past century due to lack of care.

Xuanniao consoled her, “It’s normal. His Highness’ flower are precious and difficult to cultivate.”

Shen Wanqing asked, “How do you cultivate them?”

“It’s challenging,” Xuanniao pondered, “The specific methods are probably only known by the flower spirits who reside deep in the Younan Mountains, and they are particularly skilled at dealing with these plants.”

Shen Wanqing: “Oh, it’s simple, I understand.”

Xuanniao: …? How did it suddenly become simple?

So that night, Shen Wanqing left the palace.

After a few days, she returned with a flower spirit named Xiaohong, who had a tearful face.

Xuanniao: …

For some reason, it feels like this woman is becoming more and more like Xie Wuyan.

A few days later, Shen Wanqing discovered a small building behind the palace. She asked, “Who lives here?”

Xuanniao proudly raised its head and chest, saying, “It’s the harem.”

Shen Wanqing: ?

What is this? Say that again?

Xuanniao explained, “I built this for His Highness! Although no one has ever lived there, I felt that a powerful person like His Highness must have a harem.”

“You’re right,” Shen Wanqing smiled in agreement.

And then the next day, another group of fierce and ferocious demons, rough and powerful, with grim expressions, moved into the “harem” and Shen Wanqing said to Xuanniao, “Surprised? This is your harem now.”

Xuanniao: …Women are terrifying.

As time passed, it was inevitable that some demon generals speculated that Shen Wanqing was likely to occupy this palace and establish her own faction, completely replacing Xie Wuyan.

But Xuanniao knew that she wanted to see Xie Wuyan more than anyone else.

Shen Wanqing seemed to be busy all the time, busy with gardening, repairing the palace, filling the dried-up lakes and keeping fish in them, hanging lanterns on tall buildings, and even commanding the group of demon generals to do radio exercises for physical fitness every morning.

She seemed to have forgotten about Xie Wuyan.

But in fact, everything she did was for Xie Wuyan.

“What’s this?”

“A heater. Haven’t you noticed that Xie Wuyan’s body temperature is always cold? Having this will at least make him more comfortable.”

“Why is one pillow soft and the other hard?”

“Because I like the soft one!”

“Then why is there a hard one?”

“Are you still his closest companion? Don’t you know that he’s not used to soft pillows when sleeping? The hard one makes him more comfortable.”

“You go to bed early every day, so why are the lights still on at night, and those fancy lanterns outside?”

“I can see that you, this stupid pigeon, don’t understand anything about your master. Haven’t you noticed that Xie Wuyan doesn’t sleep at night?”

Xuanniao knew that everyone thought it was almost impossible for Xie Wuyan to be saved, and even if there was hope, it was too slim.

However, Shen Wanqing seemed to have been convinced from the beginning that Xie Wuyan would definitely come back.

She hung a plaque in front of the hall, carefully writing the words “Xie Wuyan’s Nest” and proudly showing it to Xuanniao, saying that it was called calligraphy.

But Xuanniao never had the heart to point out that she had written the character “nest” wrong.

The curse mark on her body would flare up every few days. Xuanniao had never seen such a curse technique before. It seemed comparable to the sealing curse on Xie Wuyan’s body.

Then one day, the curse mark flared up again.

At that time, Shen Wanqing was using the fragmented soul left by Xie Wuyan on the sword to search for the whereabouts of the sealed demon cave, but she could never accurately pinpoint the direction.

Finally, at a certain moment, a purple light surged in a certain direction, but it was brief, disappearing in an instant.

It was an opportunity.

But just then, the curse mark lit up.

Xuanniao had seen countless times the appearance of the black lotus-shaped curse mark when it flared up, like a tattoo. It seemed to be resisting and controlling her actions with all its might, not ceasing until she reluctantly stopped her movements.

However, this time Shen Wanqing did not stop.

Without blinking her eyes, she grasped a knife, heated it with fire, and then decisively cut into the spot on her shoulder where the curse mark was.

The blow was extremely ruthless, and blood gushed out in an instant, flowing down her shoulder.

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Shen Wanqing’s lips turned pale, beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead, her eyelashes trembled lightly, but she neither made a sound nor stopped the movement of her spiritual consciousness forward until she gouged out the curse mark on her shoulder.

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“No one’s resistance is in vain.”

But in the end, she still failed.

There were too few remnants of his soul, making it impossible to guide accurately.

She coughed up a mouthful of blood and set the knife down.

The curse mark that had been cut off reappeared, clear as if carved into the bone, on her bloodied left shoulder.

Shen Wanqing closed her eyes and rested her head against the back of the chair, letting go of the knife in her hand and raising an arm to support her forehead.

Xuanniao cautiously spoke up, “Miss Shen, we…”

“Let’s play Flying Chess with me.” Shen Wanqing let go of her arm, straightened herself up, and opened her eyes. “I can’t sleep tonight.”

Xuanniao has seen His Highness play this seemingly boring game with her countless times.

Shen Wanqing had exceptionally good luck today, rolling sixes from start to finish, while Xuanniao had just left the starting point when her four pieces reached the end.

Xuanniao couldn’t handle it, “You’re cheating!”

“You’re just not good enough!”

“I don’t believe it! Roll the dice again!”

Shen Wanqing threw it again.

As expected, it landed on a six.

But this time, she noticed something unusual.

There was a faint purple light surrounding the dice, always present but very weak.

She was familiar with the source of this power.

It was Xie Wuyan’s spiritual energy.

The first time Shen Wanqing played chess with Xie Wuyan and got upset due to her own bad luck, he cast this little spell.

Whenever she used it, the dice would always land on the number she wanted.

A small spell that had no purpose other than to cheer up a little girl.

Shen Wanqing clenched the dice tightly, lifted her arm to cover her head, and pressed her lips firmly with her other hand, unable to hold back her tears any longer.

After all this time, Xuanniao finally saw her tears.

She didn’t cry when she dealt with those monsters and demons.

She didn’t cry when she resisted the curses and seals.

But because of this small dice, she cried like this.

She said, “I want to save Xie Wuyan.”

“I want to see him.”

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The author has something to say:

Transition chapter, transition chapter.

Next chapter! I swear! In the next chapter, I will let the son come out!