Chà Chà Novel

Song Liang looked at the little creature’s astonished green eyes and vertical pupils, then smiled.

“What is it? So happy you’re speechless?”

The little creature: “…”

It could scarcely believe what it had heard. This man intended to feed it raw pork and pig’s blood—and expected it to be pleased? Who in all the Nine Provinces and Ten Lands would dare treat it this way?

“Why that expression?” Song Liang asked, puzzled by the faint anger in its eyes. “Would you prefer it braised?”

“…”

The creature had no desire to continue this conversation at cross-purposes. It raised a paw and began clawing at the thing around its neck, only for a hand to gently catch it.

“No.”

The man’s voice sounded beside its ear, soft and languid, yet carrying a firmness that allowed no refusal.

“It’s dangerous outside. You have to stay with me.”

“I know you’re strong, but I’m only a mortal right now. So you must wear this. Otherwise, I can’t keep you here. Be good and listen, all right?”

“…”

Its dark green, slit-pupiled eyes regarded him coldly. Clearly, it did not believe him.

Song Liang did not mind. At worst, he could let it bite him again. It was a demon, after all. Surely it did not carry rabies.

But the little creature in his arms did not bite him as it had during their first encounter. It watched him coldly for a while, then lowered its eyes.

Assuming it was simply too weak, Song Liang had the old servant bring clean water and medicine. He carefully wiped the blood from its fur, then sprinkled the spiritual medicine he had appropriated from the city lord onto its wounds.

Throughout, the creature merely watched him in silence. Its dark green eyes remained distant and cold. Evidently, the Spirit-Locking Ring had left it suspicious of his intentions.

Song Liang was not surprised. His darling had always been wary. But he had little choice. This time, his beloved had offended the strongest member of the protagonist shou’s harem.

Yes, this was a genuine cultivation harem novel. In the original story of “After My Engagement Was Broken Off, I Became the Darling of the Immortal Sects,” the protagonist shou, Jiang Qingchuan, had been born with a useless spiritual root. In his previous life, his fiancé, a scion of a cultivation family, had abandoned him. Ultimately, he had been killed by the younger half-brother he had cherished and protected since childhood.

After being reborn, Jiang Qingchuan agreed to end the engagement without hesitation and publicly exposed the affair between his brother and his fiancé. He severed ties with the relatives and clan who blindly defended his brother, then joined Yaoshang, the foremost immortal sect of the Nine Provinces.

Through countless hardships, he met a host of male confidants, transformed his useless spiritual root into the strongest five-element spiritual root, and won the favor of Immortal Venerable Shuanghua—the greatest prodigy of the younger generation across the Nine Provinces—adding him to his harem.

Song Liang had made a rough count. In the first three hundred thousand characters alone, the protagonist shou had already attracted numerous admirers who lusted after him, ten would-be coercive lovers, five proper suitors, two silent protectors, and one unhinged, brooding stalker.

The protagonist himself remained completely oblivious, convinced that everyone despised him. He was particularly insecure before the person he admired most, Immortal Venerable Shuanghua. Eventually, the pair went through an entire ordeal of regret and desperate pursuit before the venerable finally agreed to share him with the other gongs.

Song Liang could not understand why someone blessed with such a protagonist’s halo would collect a harem rather than become supreme ruler of the immortal world. He also felt keenly that his Debauchery Score in the previous instance was utterly insignificant beside this protagonist’s exploits.

At present, he was in the period before the protagonist shou’s rebirth—the original novel’s backstory.

He had not initially known which point in the timeline he had entered. Only today, when the Yaoshang disciple named Jing Feishuang mentioned Immortal Venerable Shuanghua, had he immediately recognized it.

According to legend, Shuanghua had risen to fame in his youth. His only injury had occurred thirty years earlier, when he slew Qu Feng, a powerful demon at the Demon King realm. Gravely wounded, he entered seclusion for ten years. Afterward, his cultivation broke through once more, leaving him utterly unrivaled among his contemporaries.

Then came the beginning of the original novel: the protagonist shou’s rebirth and entry into Yaoshang.

And now was that moment thirty years earlier, when Shuanghua slew the great demon.

So, unless Song Liang was mistaken, his Xie Yun had been assigned the role of Qu Feng: the wicked great demon ultimately slain by Immortal Venerable Shuanghua.

Although Song Liang did not believe that becoming a demon could change Xie Yun’s true nature and make him crave human flesh and blood, that was how the plot had been written. Besides preventing him from escaping to eat people, he also had to keep the Yaoshang disciples from finding him.

3085: 【Demons are demons, and humans are humans. If he never considered himself human in the first place, he won’t feel compassion for humans. Eating people is like you eating pork. It’s instinct.】

Song Liang: 【That was before. He can’t eat them now.】

3085: 【Why?】

Song Liang: 【Because his husband—me—is human right now. I’ll get jealous if he eats someone else. Becoming one is something reserved for the two of us. What business does anyone else have getting involved? I refuse to kiss him someday and find pieces of someone else’s corpse still in his mouth.】

3085: 【Is there something wrong with you???】

Resting an elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand, Song Liang watched the old servant set a large basin of raw pork and another of pig’s blood before the little creature. When it met the offering with lofty, icy disdain, he could not help laughing.

The creature rewarded him with an equally cold stare.

Song Liang stopped laughing, though his lips remained curved. Leaning closer, he asked, “Don’t like it? Do you really want it braised? Or gently stewed? Air-dried?”

“…”

With every suggestion, those dark green, slit-pupiled eyes grew colder, its expression darker. Only when it lowered its eyelids and buried its head in its tail did Song Liang finally finish teasing it and extend his wrist.

The aloof creature lifted its eyes toward him, as though asking what he wanted now.

Song Liang smiled.

“No more teasing. Here’s your food.”

At first, its green eyes held confusion. Then it suddenly understood. Its eyes slowly widened, fixed unblinkingly on him.

“You can have my flesh and blood. It should taste decent. You’ve tried it before.”

“…”

It stared at the youth before it, unable to understand why he would willingly feed it with his own body. Was this a test, or some scheme to win its trust and bring it under his control?

When it remained motionless, Song Liang assumed it was too weakened by injury to bite. He simply took a dagger from his waist and drew it across his wrist.

Blood dripped freely, staining the silk sheet beneath him. The ugly wound extended across nearly half his forearm, yet the youth seemed oblivious to pain as he held it out.

“Drink quickly. If you wait much longer, I’m going to faint.”

The creature stared at him. The youth already looked unwell, his sickly pallor suggesting he had only recently recovered from a serious illness. As blood flowed from the wound, his face grew paler still. Yet his smile did not fade. His eyes remained fixed on the creature, waiting for it to accept his flesh and blood.

After only a brief hesitation, it lowered its head toward his bleeding hand.

Seeing it finally move, Song Liang was about to smile—then froze.

His wounded arm met neither gnawing teeth nor the drawing of blood. Instead, a soft tongue, slightly rough with tiny barbs, touched it gently. One tentative lick followed another, until the creature finally licked the bleeding wound itself. A faint warmth spread from the injury, and the pain gradually disappeared.

By the time it finished, the wound was completely gone.

“…”

Song Liang stared at his uninjured arm, then met the little creature’s calm eyes. His lips slowly curved. With a swift movement, he bent and kissed it between the brows.

The little creature: “???”

Its dark green pupils contracted, then widened. Anger immediately flooded its eyes. It swung its fluffy tail at him, landing a blow of carefully measured force with a muffled thump.

Song Liang: “…”

3085: 【Hahahahahahahaha!】

Silently rubbing his face, Song Liang retreated. Under the creature’s icy glare, he offered a thoroughly respectable explanation.

“I bumped into you by accident. I have no interest whatsoever in your current body. Please don’t misunderstand.”

The creature regarded him loftily, plainly unconvinced.

Song Liang paused.

“Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?”

It watched him coldly for a long time. Then its gaze moved down and settled at his waist.

Song Liang: “?”

He could hardly be blamed for misunderstanding. What was it supposed to mean, staring so intently at his waist? Did it want to eat him? It had better not call him indecent if he took off his clothes a moment later. What a tormenting little creature!

Before his imagination could wander any further, it extended a paw and rested it on the spirit-stone-studded belt around his waist.

A flicker of disappointment passed through Song Liang. Then he removed the belt and offered it.

“Help yourself.”

The creature seemed surprised by his generosity. After a brief pause, it lowered its head, bit a spirit stone from the belt, and swallowed it.

It consumed several dozen small spirit stones in succession. Watching its condition visibly improve, Song Liang asked in surprise, “Eating spirit stones helps you heal?”

The creature gave a slight nod.

“And the better the stones, the more effective they are?”

It nodded again.

Delighted, Song Liang turned to the elderly servant.

“Issue an order. From now on, everyone entering the city must pay in high-grade spirit stones. The bigger the sect, the more they pay. Sects like Yaoshang and Taixuan will pay three high-grade stones per person!”

The little creature: “???”

The old servant looked equally bewildered.

“Is that really wise? Will they agree?”

“They will.”

Song Liang answered without hesitation. A great demon at the Demon King realm alone would draw countless people to Xiushui. Add Immortal Venerable Shuanghua, reputed to be the greatest cultivator in the Nine Provinces, and many more would come hoping to meet him—and perhaps challenge him.

His certainty startled the servant and drew an inquisitive look from the creature.

Song Liang was not surprised that it understood him. After all, it was one of the few Demon King-level beings remaining after the Heavenly Catastrophe of the Nine Provinces.

He slipped a finger beneath its chin.

“No one is allowed to hurt you. Do you understand?”

The creature seemed taken aback by the smile in his eyes and the solemnity of his voice, as earnest as a promise. For a moment, it did not pull away, allowing him that gentle scratch beneath its chin.