Ye Yu was quite surprised to hear Xu Nanqiao’s arrival. What was she doing here at this moment? Although he couldn’t quite make sense of it, he immediately let her in.
Soon, Xu Nanqiao entered the Demon Lord’s Hall alone, cast her gaze upon Gan Zhizui, and, after sizing him up, asked softly, “Is this the demon mate you found? Like Mo Geilian’s? Someone you met during the Ascent Battle?”
Ye Yu smiled and replied, “I’m not like Mo Geilian—his fairy was stolen. Ours is by mutual consent.”
“No, if we’re talking about stealing,” Xu Nanqiao said, “at first, it was me who stole you!”
At her words, Gan Zhizui’s black magic robe shifted to white.
Gan Duoduo appeared, gently brushing Ye Yu’s cheek with one hand, her eyes full of teasing amusement. Recalling their dramatically fateful first meeting, she only made Xu Nanqiao more restless.
“Then allow me to congratulate Demon Lord Ye on winning a demon mate. I have other matters—farewell!” With that, Xu Nanqiao vanished as suddenly as she had come.
Watching her hurried departure, Ye Yu felt puzzled—he still couldn’t figure out her purpose.
Duoduo’s beautiful eyes sparkled as she whispered, “Husband, she likes you.”
Ye Yu could not help but laugh. “And how do you see that?”
Duoduo drew closer, cradling his face. “Have you forgotten? I’m a serpent demon—I sense everything. I can clearly feel that she dislikes my presence.”
Ye Yu’s expression turned odd. Likes me? Since when?
Before he could ponder further, Duoduo embraced him. “After all our efforts to ascend, it’s very rude to think of other demonesses now. Don’t you miss me, husband?”
“Of course I do!” Ye Yu pressed her into his arms...
Three days later, Ye Yu arrived at a canyon in the far north of Nirvana Province. The secret realm had already opened. He carried numerous cultivation manuals and prepared to enter for dedicated practice. He had invited Duoduo to join him, but she had refused.
“Husband,” she’d said, “if we both enter the secret realm, it won’t be cultivation but romance. Let’s keep some distance for now.”
Recalling her playful expression, Ye Yu smiled and shook his head before resolutely stepping into the secret realm.
Meanwhile, Duoduo accompanied Mo Geilian to Dongyao Prefecture. She treated this fairy sister-in-law with the utmost respect. “No wonder my brother didn’t mind me finding a fairy mate—he did the same!”
Mo Geilian laughed. “Indeed—my brother understands me.” Ye Yu would have set him straight about the true meaning of a flower’s crimson bloom, had he known.
“Little sister-in-law, the hall is inside. I won’t follow you in—just speak if you need anything.” Mo Geilian saw Duoduo to the demon hall’s entrance and then turned away. He simply couldn’t bear to face Xu Nanqiao again—too awkward. He’d once delivered flowers and love letters under his brother’s name, only to be beaten half to death when he realized his brother had someone else. If he met Xu Nanqiao now, he’d surely suffer another thrashing. Better to stay outside.
Duoduo paid him no mind and entered the hall. Seeing Xu Nanqiao, she showed no hesitation but sat opposite her, curiously surveying everything.
Xu Nanqiao frowned. “Where’s Ye Yu? Didn’t he come with you?”
“No. I came alone today. I wanted to have a proper look at you.”
Duoduo placed one hand on the table and leaned forward, her gaze drifting over Xu Nanqiao from head to toe as if committing her thoroughly to memory. “What do you mean by that?”
Xu Nanqiao’s expression darkened. She had not fared well these past days. Ever since witnessing Ye Yu and Duoduo’s intimacy, she had tried to counsel herself to give up—but the more she tried not to think of him, the more he filled her mind.
She would never forcibly snatch a demon mate or kill a fairy to silence her—she had her boundaries. So she busied herself with work, but it hadn’t helped much. Today’s unexpected visit from Duoduo had completely thrown her off balance. Was this some triumphant declaration to mock her? If so, it was too cruel. Xu Nanqiao’s eyes grew icily cold.
Just as Duoduo opened her mouth, her brow furrowed and she murmured, “Time’s already up? Fine—telling you myself is the same as telling my sister!”
“What did you say?” Xu Nanqiao’s confusion deepened.
Under her gaze, Duoduo’s robe shifted from white back to black. Though her appearance remained unchanged, her expression and aura felt entirely different. Xu Nanqiao remembered seeing this in the Lotus Prefecture demon hall once before; she had thought Duoduo merely playing with her robe’s color. Now she realized it was more than a prank—the robe’s hue symbolized a different disposition.
Duoduo—Gan Zhizui—did not share Duoduo’s playful nature. She withdrew her hand, straightened, and said, “Don’t look at me like that. I know you dislike me—but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that my husband loves me. Perhaps we’ll meet every day in the future. Anyway, I’ve come simply to say farewell. I’m returning to ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) the Heavenly Realm soon. We’ll be apart a long time, and I do miss my sisters. I hope you’ll visit the Heavenly Realm too, someday.”
