Chapter Thirty: You Were Sleepwalking

Even though she was sent flying, Ning Xianyu had already grown used to it and didn’t mind at all. In fact, just thinking about that androgynous beauty made her mouth water uncontrollably.

She wanted to see them. She had to see them.

“System, system, next month when I get my body back, take me there right away. I need to see with my own eyes.”

The system thought she was bold beyond reason. “You’d better wipe your drool first.”

The demon lord was practically about to strangle her, and she still dared to daydream like this.

Even Xuanyuan Tunhan hadn’t expected that a woman could be so lascivious. With her mind drifting to all sorts of nonsense all day long, no wonder her cultivation was so poor.

Seeing her still lost in her fantasies, he grew impatient and ordered her into the house.

Ning Xianyu was a little afraid, but under his deadly gaze, she could only follow.

Xuanyuan Tunhan pulled a golden bangle from his robes and tossed it at her.

“Put this on.”

His throw sent the bangle crashing into Ning Xianyu, knocking her to the ground so hard she couldn’t get up.

“Ancestor, why is this bangle so heavy?”

She was quite strong now, but this bangle must weigh several hundred pounds. It was small, yet so heavy—who would want to carry such a thing around?

How was she supposed to walk with this on?

Xuanyuan Tunhan spoke with disdain. “Use your spiritual power to shrink the bangle’s weight to something suitable for you.”

Ning Xianyu found this odd.

She had heard of shrinking objects, but shrinking weight? Was that even possible?

And why a gold bangle? Normally, people used spirit stones or rare treasures, didn’t they?

She tried channeling her spiritual power, but nothing happened. She tried again—still nothing.

Xuanyuan Tunhan watched her coldly. After seeing her fail ten times, he finally lost patience.

“Give me your hand!”

Ning Xianyu obediently stepped forward and stretched out her hand.

Xuanyuan Tunhan grasped what was once his own hand, and it felt strangely like he was touching someone else. Disjointed, inappropriate thoughts flickered through his mind.

He immediately attributed them to Ning Xianyu and reined in his mind, focusing on guiding her.

At first, Ning Xianyu didn’t think much of it, but suddenly she felt a surge of scorching spiritual energy pour into her, so hot she cried out.

The demon lord’s face was always cold—shouldn’t his spiritual power and consciousness be icy? Why was it so burning hot?

“Don’t move!”

Xuanyuan Tunhan held her firmly, not letting her escape.

Ning Xianyu could only grit her teeth and endure the searing pain.

That spiritual energy guided her own power, directing it into the bangle. In the blink of an eye, the bangle began to change.

“All done.”

Before Ning Xianyu could react, Xuanyuan Tunhan withdrew his hand and stepped aside, looking thoroughly disgusted with her.

Yet even after his spiritual energy left her, she still felt scorched, as though she’d been branded.

She obediently picked up the golden bangle and found it was no longer nearly as heavy. She slipped it onto her wrist and hid it in her sleeve, still puzzled as to its purpose.

Xuanyuan Tunhan said coldly, “When you enter the Demon Realm, this bangle will help you conceal your true appearance and shield you from demonic energy.”

It had nearly the same function as the halo of the Demon Realm’s Saintess.

Concealing her real face—if she entered the Demon Realm wearing Xuanyuan Tunhan’s features, she wouldn’t have to fear being hunted down.

“Thank you, Ancestor.”

The system chimed in: “Host, host, the demon lord isn’t so bad. He even prepared an item to keep you safe.”

Ning Xianyu scoffed: “He’s not protecting me—he’s afraid his own body will be deep-fried in the Demon Realm. He’s doing this to protect himself.”

As if the demon lord would be so kind. The system must have been blinded by clam meat and couldn’t see the truth.

“You can get lost now!”

Just as she was thinking this, Xuanyuan Tunhan shot her a frosty glance and waved his hand, making her quite literally get lost.

Ning Xianyu stared at the suddenly slammed door and snorted. “See? He’s not so generous after all.”

The system couldn’t help but sigh, feeling something was amiss.

Meanwhile, Xuanyuan Tunhan sat inside, massaging his brow.

An ungrateful and noisy woman!

Yet she did possess something unusual.

When he projected his consciousness into Ning Xianyu earlier, he distinctly felt a gentle, refreshing coolness.

He knew his own body inside out, and that coolness definitely hadn’t existed before—it was a change brought about by this woman.

For years, he’d been tormented by inner demons, his soul always feeling as if it were burning. But in that moment, he felt an unprecedented calm.

It was as though a rainstorm had suddenly quenched the raging fire in his spirit sea, suppressing the flames.

Could this be the benefit of that so-called system?

Xuanyuan Tunhan still felt the so-called system was unreliable, but he had to admit that Ning Xianyu had brought real changes to his soul and body.

This woman was best kept close, for now.

Back in her own room, Ning Xianyu naturally lay down and dozed.

Her storage pouch was still well-stocked with food and supplies. She’d scavenged plenty from Flower Melody Island, and with time to spare, she took it all out to eat.

The island was blessed, rich in spiritual energy, and the spirit fruits grown there were especially delicious.

One kind, red and resembling a tomato, was particularly tasty—small, seedless, thin-skinned, and bursting with juice, perfect for popping into one’s mouth whole.

As the mighty Ancestor Xuanyuan, she had the clout to demand a whole heap, supposedly to feed her spirit beasts.

Now, it all benefited her.

Lying in bed, she munched away contentedly, one after another, until she grew tired and drifted off to sleep.

The system muttered that she was a bottomless pit, but she didn’t hear it.

But deep into the night, Ning Xianyu suddenly awoke.

She sat up abruptly, walked straight to the door, and stared out into the courtyard.

The system was startled. “Host, what’s wrong?”

Ning Xianyu’s eyes were black and expressionless, devoid of human warmth, and she didn’t react to the system’s calls at all.

The system panicked, calling her name again and again, but there was still no response.

“Host, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me, host, host…”

In the midst of its anxiety, Xuanyuan Tunhan pushed open his door and struck Ning Xianyu with his palm.

She snapped out of it, confused, and turned to see herself standing at the door in only her underclothes, with the demon lord right next to her. She hurriedly clutched her chest in fright.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

Xuanyuan Tunhan said coldly, “You were sleepwalking.”

Sleepwalking?

How was that possible?

Xuanyuan Tunhan stepped outside and looked around. “Go back inside and lock the door.”

Ning Xianyu was still puzzled, but before she could react, he vanished in a flash.

What was he up to now?

The system was bawling. “Host, how could you sleepwalk? You scared me to death—I thought something terrible had happened to you!”

Ning Xianyu, unaware of what had just occurred, found the system’s crying annoying. “Stop wailing. What’s going on outside? Why did the demon lord go out?”

The system sniffled, “What else? He went to deal with the villagers. They’ve been corrupted by demonic energy. At night, they won’t attack each other, but they’ll attack any outsiders.”

“There are only three uncorrupted people here, so at night, the villagers gather outside the courtyard. They’re all out there right now.”

Ning Xianyu was startled. “The demon lord will be all right, won’t he?”

The system replied nonchalantly, “He’s Ancestor Xuanyuan—he even took down Long Yue in a single blow. What could possibly go wrong?”

Just as the thought crossed her mind, Xuanyuan Tunhan suddenly flew back over the courtyard wall, trailing blood.

No way—had he really met his match?