Chapter 19: “Be Good”

In her storage bag, Bu Xiwei had all sorts of rare and precious heavenly treasures, but none of them could help her deal with this predicament.

Her situation was too unique; there wasn’t a single similar case across the entire demonic or immortal realms. All the items that might offer some relief or aid were tightly controlled by those scoundrels in the demonic world.

Once, even Bu Xiwei herself had believed that for the rest of her life, she would be forced to bear those heavy shackles and restraints, fighting and rebelling like a moth drawn to a flame, sacrificing her flesh, blood, and spiritual energy in the process. She had never expected to meet someone named Yu Xiu.

They had discovered by accident in their past life that Yu Xiu’s spiritual energy had a remarkably calming effect on Bu Xiwei’s out-of-control state.

At first, Yu Xiu had only intended to use her spiritual energy to forcibly suppress Bu Xiwei, preventing her from going berserk and harming innocent people nearby. But the result had far exceeded expectations.

That was back when they had only just met. Later, the reason Bu Xiwei had chosen to follow Yu Xiu and gradually lowered her guard was because Yu Xiu could ease her chronic “illness.”

Soaking in Yu Xiu’s spiritual energy was like long-awaited rain after a drought—it spared Bu Xiwei from having to endure the torment and madness alone.

As for why Yu Xiu’s spiritual energy had such an effect, they had tried to find an answer in their past life, but never managed to uncover a clear explanation.

Aside from Bu Xiwei, no one else showed any healing response to Yu Xiu’s spiritual energy.

But in Bu Xiwei’s heart, the answer had long been clear.

—She and Yu Xiu were perfectly matched, and they were each other’s only special one.

Feeling the increasingly restless fluctuations of spiritual energy in her meridians, Bu Xiwei grew more and more irritable.

It had been several days since her rebirth. When she first left her so-called sect, the Seven Souls Sect, everything had seemed fine. Bu Xiwei had even thought that being reborn had allowed her divine sense to condense and stabilize, giving her more control over her condition.

But in the end, although her divine sense had indeed improved significantly, the moment she saw Yu Xiu again, her emotions had grown turbulent. She couldn’t suppress the agitation anymore, and her already fragile sanity was pushed closer to collapse.

Bu Xiwei’s madness wasn’t the same as an ordinary cultivator’s Qi Deviation. Most cultivators would have their spiritual roots destroyed after a single episode, forever barred from the path of cultivation.

But Bu Xiwei could go mad again and again—each time suffering intense pain, yet never able to die.

She really didn’t want to leave Yu Xiu’s side. But she also knew clearly that if she were to truly lose control, Yu Xiu wouldn’t be able to withstand her.

And she was genuinely afraid she might hurt Yu Xiu—no matter how small or insignificant the injury.

Three days, Bu Xiwei told herself. She would stay three more days—then return to the demonic world.

The mess over there couldn’t be cleaned up with just ten warehouses—it was toxic and rotten. She hadn’t had time to settle those accounts in her past life. In this life, she would make them pay—blood for blood.

And…

The little bird dumpling tilted its head slightly to look at Yu Xiu’s face.

And right now, Yu Xiu didn’t seem to want to see her that much, either.

That sour feeling of being wronged and hurt sliced through Bu Xiwei’s chest like a dull knife.

The little bird dumpling’s claws tightened on the silver hairpin, but Bu Xiwei quickly tried to comfort herself.

Forget it, forget it. It’s fine, it’s fine. I’m magnanimous. I won’t be petty.

She and Yu Xiu were meant to walk together for hundreds—thousands—of years. She would personally witness Yu Xiu’s ascension. What did a brief misunderstanding matter?

As long as she stayed by Yu Xiu’s side long enough, Yu Xiu would eventually understand she meant no harm. All the walls between them would crumble in time!

With that thought, Bu Xiwei finally made another request to Yu Xiu: “It has to be a pillow you’ve slept on!”

Even if there wasn’t any lingering spiritual energy, just Yu Xiu’s scent would be enough to help stabilize her condition.

In just a short while, Yu Xiu had sensed several intense emotional shifts from the little bird dumpling perched near her temple.

Yu Xiu wasn’t sure what kind of thoughts were running through Bu Xiwei’s mind. The sentence “It has to be one you’ve slept on” left her speechless.

After a moment of silence, Yu Xiu still followed through and found a pillow in the old storage warehouse on Daijiao Peak.

It was one she’d used during her Qi Refinement stage. The pillow was filled with herbs that calmed the mind and nourished qi. It wasn’t particularly soft, but definitely better than the jade pillow she’d used during the same period.

The little bird dumpling flew a circle around the pillow, examined it carefully, and was very pleased—immediately flopping down on it and refusing to move.

In the end, Yu Xiu had to carry the pillow, with Bu Xiwei resting on it, all the way back to the bamboo house.

She gently placed both the pillow and the little bird dumpling on the bamboo bed, which she rarely used. Looking down, Yu Xiu realized that Bu Xiwei seemed to have already fallen asleep.

The little bird dumpling had her eyes closed. Her already round little body curled into an even tighter ball, breathing steady and soft.

Yu Xiu’s expression flickered with surprise.

This Demon Lord… seems really tired?

Not wanting to disturb her rest, Yu Xiu quietly exited the room and closed the door.

Inside the bedroom, Bu Xiwei was completely surrounded by Yu Xiu’s faint scent. It wasn’t just the pillow—even the bed, and various corners of the room, all held traces of Yu Xiu’s presence.

Bu Xiwei allowed herself to drift off peacefully.

Her head felt heavy, and as she relaxed, the long-suppressed discomfort of her chronic illness surged back. Her limbs were weak and powerless—not only could she not stand, she couldn’t even sit up.

That’s when she realized she was leaning against something cold.

Could it be… a mountain wall?

Oh, right. Bu Xiwei remembered. Earlier, that half-witted little bastard of a Sect Master from the Seven Souls Sect had brought a huge group of scum from the Seven Souls Sect, the Youluo Sect, and the Han family to surround and kill her and Yu Xiu.

To deal with those scum, she had directly entered a state of madness, ignoring the unstable spiritual energy that could barely maintain her early Soul Formation stage, and unleashing the raw physical power of a mid-Soul Formation stage cultivator.

She couldn’t remember clearly what happened after that. She only vaguely recalled that they’d broken through the encirclement, and Yu Xiu had carried her to a nearby cave to hide.

She didn’t need to remember any more than that—she was sure Yu Xiu had used her spiritual energy to treat her and ease the madness.

Her slowly clearing mind was the best proof.

Bu Xiwei couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

This time, Yu Xiu was just as injured as she was! Why was this saint only thinking about her and not herself?!

Immediately, Bu Xiwei tried to summon all her strength to push Yu Xiu away.

Even though her senses hadn’t fully recovered—she couldn’t see, hear, or smell—she was absolutely certain Yu Xiu was right in front of her.

Within arm’s reach.

Her body swayed uncontrollably. Without any stable point of support, Bu Xiwei toppled sideways.

And just as expected, she was caught in a warm embrace with a faint, cool fragrance.

“…Demon Lord,” Yu Xiu’s voice was gentle and helpless, “be good.”