Fake Demon Lord [BL]

22 - Idly Sitting in My Home, a Pot Comes Falling from the Sky

Translator: THISBRO

Editor: Mimishijie

Proofreader: Bubbles

He Huan was very casual with this kiss. When they returned to the inn, he even cheerfully drank a small cup of wine before going back into the dantian to cultivate, leaving a solidified He Ku alone in the room. He was frozen for a while before realizing that this bastard had left without giving a single explanation. He had even said that his current mood was extremely conducive to cultivating. What did that mean? Unless...He Huan had already reached the point where his lack of moral standards could even let him develop intentions towards himself?

His thoughts were a mess because of what He Huan did, so he ended up circling around the room. Finally unable to brush it off, he quickly felt his way into his co-conspirator's room to seek an answer.

And so, a white figure appeared in the perfectly straight You Jiang's bed in the dead of night. You Jiang instinctively sought the war fan stashed underneath his pillow when the white figure turned to face him, revealing his Palace Master's sleazy face. In an interrogating tone, the Palace Master asked, "You Jiang, you are the straightest guy I know in the Palace. I ask you, if I were to lie beside you with this face, would you feel tempted to jump me?"

Of course, the one who did all this couldn't be He Huan. He knew that this must be another phase the Little Palace Master was going through. Just as he was going to defend his sexuality, he raised his head and saw that face.

He Huan formed his Nascent Soul at the age of twenty, and ever since then, his appearance hadn't changed. Normally, he never paid any attention to this, but now that he actually took an objective look, he noticed that although the Little Palace Master had the same exquisite eyebrows, bright eyes, and peerless appearance, the charm in He Huan's eyes that made people feel like they were falling into an abyss was completely replaced by a cleanliness that was like the sky on a clear summer day. All that had changed was their expressions, but unexpectedly, it forcefully twisted the Palace Master's bewitching and wild temperament into a fresh handsomeness. Everyone in the palace knew that He Huan accepted both men and women indiscriminately, but only the enforcers knew that He Huan actually preferred young men with a clean disposition. For example, Yun Ce. It was only his straightforward spirit that had attracted He Huan in the first place. However, it seemed that there was no youth more to the Palace Master's taste than himself.

You Jiang naturally didn't say this to He Ku's face, instead he sighed. "Little Palace Master, so it turns out I'm your type?"

If this were He Huan then he wouldn't obey even if he was beaten to death, but He Ku clearly didn't look like a top... Not that it mattered who topped or bottomed once the lights were off, so sacrificing himself was still somewhat acceptable. Thinking so, You Jiang wore a face of false bravado as he began to unfasten his clothes. "Whatever, for the demonic side's grand vision, what harm is there in sacrificing myself tonight?"

Never did he expect that this would be the result even after picking the most stubbornly heterosexual man in the whole palace. He Ku became even more worried. "This face really has such destructive power? Even straights could be bent? No wonder He Huan was unable to resist."

The moment He Ku said this, all of You Jiang's movements stopped. Even his voice trembled as he asked, "You and the Palace Master, you two? Is this even possible?"

It couldn't be... he thought, the Palace Master already made a move? He couldn't really have held it for so long that he wouldn't even let off his own Nascent Soul, right? How do two of the same people even do that sort of thing? Such unconventionality, such unorthodoxy, it simply left onlookers stunned in amazement. The Palace Master truly was worthy of being the strongest demonic cultivator, it was them who had lost.