78. What the Hell is a “Demon Lord”?
“Are you saying the same thing to everyone?”
At dinner, when Yan Chuyue suddenly blurted out that sentence, Miss Gong, who was still cutting vegetables, almost cut her own finger.
“What are you asking?” Miss Gong blinked, not understanding.
“Don’t act cute. I’m asking you a question.”
“Heaven is my witness, how could I act cute? It’s a high-skill operation.” Gong Yiling patted her own cheek and said, “This face is natural. I can’t help it.”
“No, why am I discussing with you whether you can act cute or not?” Yan Chuyue mumbled with some frustration, “I’m asking if you say ‘what’s between us’ to everyone. Then who are you with?”
Hearing this, Gong Yiling couldn’t help but say with a wry smile, “I’m just… going with the flow, you know? Didn’t you also trick that silly girl with me?”
“Who knows about you?” Yan Chuyue pouted impatiently. “Someone calls you ‘master,’ and someone else is clinging to you.”
“And with all your disciples…”
“Can you blame me? Isn’t it all just natural?” Miss Gong scratched her head, completely confused.
However, before she could finish, she suddenly thought of a problem.
“Wait, are you… eating… eating?”
“Eat your head!” Before she could finish, Yan Chuyue directly picked out the things in the pot and stuffed them into her mouth. “Eat this!”
“Mmmph—” The thing in her mouth was a bit hot, but besides that, the taste was quite a pleasant surprise.
“Delicious! Chuyue’s cooking is getting better and better!”
This praise was quite effective on Yan Chuyue.
Chef Yan immediately put away her previous emotions and, instead, became a little awkward, replying, “You mean I didn’t cook well before?”
“I clearly said it’s getting better and better.” Gong Yiling, while speaking, continued to deal with the green leaves on the cutting board and even joked, “A dignified big female lead turned into a virtuous wife and good mother. What do you think of this setting?”
“Whose virtuous wife? Whose good mother?”
This sentence was almost blurted out by Yan Chuyue. After she finished speaking, the two couldn’t help but turn their heads and look at each other. For a moment, they didn’t know what to say.
And after a fleeting glance, the two quickly turned their heads away and, with great tacit understanding, didn’t say another word until all the dishes were ready.
When she was serving the dishes, Gong Yiling happened to bump into Murong Yun, who was walking out of the room.
“Eh, you’re awake?”
“Where… am I?” Murong Yun’s body was still a bit weak, and her voice was as light as a mosquito’s buzz. You couldn’t understand it without listening carefully.
Until now, she still hadn’t figured out the situation, and even the person in front of her had to think for a long time before she could remember.
“You are… Miss Gong?” Murong Yun leaned against the door and said softly, “Am I… in your medical hall?”
“Mmm, we brought you back.”
“What… happened?” Murong Yun’s sentence had to be broken into three parts to be clear.
“You don’t have any memory after entering the divine palace, do you?”
“…No.”
“This is a bit complicated to explain.” Miss Gong shrugged helplessly. “We’ll talk about the specifics later. You just need to know that now, you’re no different from an ordinary person.”
“…What… did you say?”
Because her mind was a mess when she woke up, Murong Yun really hadn’t checked what her physical condition was.
And now, after being pointed out by Gong Yiling, Murong Yun was shocked to find that her body had not just changed a little.
The biggest change—having abandoned everything that did not belong to her and her power, she was now a living human.
“It’s… it’s really…” Touching her arms and cheeks, Murong Yun couldn’t hold it back, and two lines of hot tears rushed out of her eyes.
Originally, as a member of the royal family, Murong Yun could endure her fate. She just didn’t want to be a person who was locked up in a place all day and treated as a monster’s experiment.
She had used countless methods to end her life, but all of them were meaningless. This was the sorrow of an immortal.
So, she had thought of ending her own life in the divine palace, which could be considered as giving herself a peace.
And now…
“Thank you, thank you…”
In a fit of excitement, the weak Murong Yun didn’t even finish her sentence before she fainted again.
Fortunately, Yan Chuyue had also walked nearby at this time. Seeing this situation, she quickly came up and supported Murong Yun.
“She is?”
“Too excited, I guess. But it’s no wonder. If it were me, I would definitely be so happy I’d fly.”
As she spoke, Yan Chuyue had already helped Murong Yun back to bed. When she came out, she didn’t forget to complain, “Do you have wings? You’re flying?”
“Aren’t you all my—” Gong Yiling instinctively blurted out a popular internet phrase. Fortunately, she realized something was wrong halfway through and quickly changed her words. “Which cultivator can’t fly? Can’t you?”
“What did you want to say originally?”
“Nothing, I’m starving. Let’s eat!”
This was a rare and boisterous scene since they came to this city. But this time, the two of them didn’t just cook for themselves.
But for two other big eaters.
One of them, in a sense, was already an old acquaintance, and the other girl, although they had only met once, did not have the airs of a guest at all.
Or rather, her setting was probably such a calm and composed ten-thousand-year-old iceberg.
“Master.”
This first sentence made Gong Yiling almost drop the plate in her hand.
Before, “young lady” and the like were barely acceptable, but Xian’er calling her “master” was really a bit… uh…
“Can you change your address for me? ‘Master’ sounds strange.”
Xian’er still replied calmly, “This is the rule, but if master wants to change it, Xian’er can call you ‘Demon Lord’.”
“Demon Lord?”
This title immediately made the other few people in the room confirm it with confusion.
What Young Palace Master, young lady, demonic sect’s evil spawn, and other good and bad titles, at least they all clearly showed Gong Yiling’s identity.
But this Demon Lord, what the hell was it?
“Why call me Demon Lord?” Miss Gong frowned and asked, “Do I look like such a powerful thing?”
Xian’er still replied calmly, “A Demon Lord is a Demon Lord. Xian’er will not be mistaken, nor will she say it wrong. If the Demon Lord is not used to it, then Xian’er will still call you master.”
Both of these titles sounded strange, right?
Helplessly, Gong Yiling finally had to choose the relatively less strange “master” to avoid making others confused.
