Chapter Twenty-Six: A Boy’s Form Preserved for Over a Hundred Thousand Years

Ning Xianyu glanced at Xuanyuan Tunhan and, with her keen intuition, sensed that this notorious demon lord was once again in a foul mood.

[System, do you think my old body is about to get her period, and that’s why the demon lord’s mood is swinging wildly like a rollercoaster today?]

The system replied in a muffled voice, [Not sure, but do cultivators even get periods?]

Books never mentioned female characters having menstrual issues, so even after searching through the entire novel, the system found no answers.

Ning Xianyu pondered, [If female cultivators can have children, then surely they must get periods, right?]

No period would mean no ovulation; and without ovulation, how could one bear children?

Thinking like this, it seemed rather tragic—imagine living for tens of thousands of years and still having to endure that every month. What rotten luck.

The system thought her logic sound and, amusing itself with the idea of the demon lord on his period, burst out laughing. [I’d love to see the demon lord changing a sanitary pad—ha! He’d be green in the face, wouldn’t he?]

Xuanyuan Tunhan, overhearing the conversation between the girl and her system about something called a “period,” was completely lost.

A period? Once a month? Something to do with childbirth?

He had never encountered such a problem, nor had he seen any female cultivator suffer from it, so he was thoroughly baffled.

Still, he instinctively sensed it wasn’t anything good.

Ning Xianyu felt it was necessary to give him some basic knowledge. Otherwise, if one day he woke up with a handful of blood, he might think he was injured.

She stood up and walked over to Yi Tianling. “You, go to the front.”

Yi Tianling looked up at her and could only see her chin. Remembering the demon queen’s reputation, he stammered a hasty agreement and obediently went to the bow.

Ning Xianyu then walked over to Xuanyuan Tunhan, found a spot to sit cross-legged, and set up a soundproof barrier.

The demon lord turned, shooting her a death glare.

Whenever this woman approached, nothing good ever came of it.

He took out a top-grade spirit stone and placed it in his palm.

At the sight of the spirit stone, Ning Xianyu’s eyes immediately went wide. Since coming here, she had lived in poverty, only ever seeing low-grade spirit stones—and even then, only in the hands of others.

This was her first time seeing a top-grade spirit stone, and she suddenly understood that you truly get what you pay for. The top-grade spirit stone was beautiful, radiant with a crystal-clear luster, and brimming with spiritual energy.

Unlike low-grade stones, which looked dull and impure.

So this is what a top-grade spirit stone looks like—so beautiful. She longed to own it.

Her hand reached out by instinct, but before she could touch it, a soft hand closed over the stone.

When the palm opened again, the spirit stone had turned to powder and was instantly scattered by the wind.

What a waste! Ning Xianyu wanted to curse out loud, but Xuanyuan Tunhan’s cold gaze made her shrink back.

It was a warning—a blatant, unmistakable warning.

She should watch herself and wonder whether her bones were as hard as spirit stone. If not, she’d better keep her mouth shut.

Ning Xianyu was terrified, almost ready to kowtow on the spot.

But she reasoned that if she didn’t speak up now, things would only be worse later, so she braced herself and said, “Ancestor, before I left, I noticed Du Juezi colluding with people from Flower Sound Island. You should be on your guard.”

She offered up this intelligence in hopes that Xuanyuan Tunhan would appreciate her loyalty and go easy on her later.

Xuanyuan Tunhan was momentarily surprised—he hadn’t expected her to say that first.

This woman… trying to curry favor?

“Heh, and so what?”

“So what?” Ning Xianyu thought, You really don’t appreciate goodwill.

But then, considering the difference in power between Xuanyuan Tunhan and Du Juezi, she realized the demon lord had no reason to care about Du Juezi’s betrayal.

Before absolute power, all schemes and plots were just petty tricks—hardly worth mentioning.

Fine, you’re noble. You’re impressive.

Ning Xianyu grumbled inwardly but still forced a flattering smile.

“Ancestor, you’re absolutely right. Du Juezi is nothing; you could crush him with a finger. There’s no need to worry about his plotting—your might is unmatched.”

Xuanyuan Tunhan regarded her with calm indifference, as if waiting to see how she’d perform next.

Feeling awkward, Ning Xianyu tried again, “Ancestor, have you noticed anything unusual about my body—down below, I mean? Does anything feel off?”

Xuanyuan Tunhan shifted, his tone disdainful. “Your body is thick with foul qi, slow and sluggish. Even a wooden puppet could serve as a better substitute.”

“You must have neglected your practice, spending most of your days lying in bed like a corpse, haven’t you?”

What nonsense! Lying still is the best way to prolong life, isn’t it?

Human bodies are so fragile—lying down more is the secret to longevity. What do you know?

Ning Xianyu stifled her retorts and smiled, “Yes, disciple has been a bit lazy. But what I meant was, are you aware that every woman has a certain few days each month?”

Xuanyuan Tunhan looked at her in puzzlement. “What exactly are you trying to say?”

A few days when the body undergoes changes?

His gaze was so intimidating that Ning Xianyu had to summon all her courage and explained the entire concept of menstruation to him—period pain, backaches, mood swings, cravings for sweets, and heavy bleeding—she explained it all in detail.

When she finished, she found Xuanyuan Tunhan dumbstruck, frozen in shock as if struck by lightning.

Judging by his expression, he truly had no idea women experienced such a thing.

Ning Xianyu thought, The cultivation world is so backward—even a demon lord who’s lived over a hundred thousand years doesn’t know the basics of female physiology?

Heavens, it’s like explaining things to an innocent teenage boy—what am I supposed to do with that?

She clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

[Has the demon lord been a virgin for these hundred thousand years? Is that even possible? That’s hilarious!]

[No wonder Longyue wants to harvest his energy—he’s so pure.]

Just then, as Ning Xianyu was quietly mocking him, she felt a palm strike her chest, and the next instant, she was sent flying.

They were high in the air at that moment, and caught off guard, she first hovered for a moment before plummeting straight downward.

“Ahhhhhhh… I’m doomed!”

What’s wrong with the demon lord? So what if he’s been single for ten thousand years? There’s nothing shameful about it, why get so angry?

What’s wrong with being a virgin? She had no experience herself and didn’t feel inferior.

Yi Tianling, who had been curious about what the two seniors were whispering about for so long, watched as the female senior’s expression changed and then sent Xuanyuan Tunhan flying with a blow.

Oh my, domestic violence right before his eyes! This senior was fierce—even dared to strike the demon ancestor.

So, it seemed the demon ancestor was all bluster outside, but at home…

“Turns out he’s henpecked—ah…”

Before Yi Tianling could finish his thought, he too was sent flying!