This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered
Chapter 269 - 261: Eat and Devour

Chapter 269: Chapter 261: Eat and Devour

The moment he relaxed his body, Mr. Orange was internally a hundred thousand times tense. As his fart slipped out, he exploded into his fastest speed since birth, trying to slip away while Liang Yi was still stunned.

But before he could even use his Escape Skill, a skinny yet strong palm appeared directly on Mr. Orange’s neck.

Liang Yi was radiating an ominous black aura that was nearly visible to the naked eye, and the forced smile on his face made Mr. Orange tremble all over.

"Meow, meow, Liang, dear sir, there’s always room for discussion..."

"Die for me!"

Liang Yi, with a dark face, couldn’t be bothered to hear Mr. Orange’s explanation. Unable to contain his anger, he crazily shook Mr. Orange by his delicate neck, almost rolling his eyes back in his head.

Everyone was holding their breath, expecting to see a good show, but all they got was a fart! And right on top of his head!

"Hahaha! I’m dying of laughter!" Su from Sugar Cookie watched with uncontrollable amusement, laughing so hard she bent over. If she wasn’t holding onto Su Youyi, she might have just squatted on the ground.

"Senior brother, Mr. Orange looks like he’s going to die." Su Youyi didn’t expect Mr. Orange to be so unreliable, but seeing Mr. Orange now recognizing the seriousness of his error and lying flat in submission, he did seem somewhat pitiable.

Liang Yi looked down at Mr. Orange who was pretending to be dead, barely breathing in but not out, and just slumped over. Knowing that he was pretending for sympathy, Liang Yi still softened and let go of his hands.

Although the incident was sudden, Liang Yi’s realm was evident, and the Qinglian Creation he cultivated greatly increased his reaction speed. So, he immediately protected his head with Spiritual Power, untouched by Mr. Orange’s mysterious gas, which even Mr. Orange himself had solely come into contact with.

To onlookers, it was quite comedic, but there was only Su from Sugar Cookie as an outsider here.

"I couldn’t help it, Meow, I drank too much booze..."

Mr. Orange cautiously opened a crack in his eye and, seeing that Liang Yi truly wasn’t angry anymore, resurrected from his fake death, bouncing lively again and quickly leaped onto Su Youyi’s shoulder to escape Liang Yi’s grasp.

He, Mr. Orange, was clever and alert, and had long noticed Liang Yi’s weakness.

"Normal people burp when they drink too much, but you, on the other hand, do exactly the opposite." Although Liang Yi’s anger subsided, his face was still not pleased.

"I am not human, Meow, I am merely a cat right now." Mr. Orange retorted while sticking out his neck. Seeing Liang Yi looking inclined to strike again, he instantly hid behind Su Youyi in fear.

"A cat? Is it Mr. Orange’s demon species?" Su Youyi heard this term for the first time; she never inquired what type of demon Mr. Orange exactly was. She only knew he was the son of the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits, but she had never seen the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits, let alone knew of his race.

"Yes, a supremely arrogant demon beast called a cat, mostly docile in nature but likes enslaving the Human Race." Liang Yi raised a finger, minutely detailing the traits of this demon beast named cat.

"You’re not making all this up, are you? How come I never heard of this Demon Clan?" Su from Sugar Cookie filled with suspicion—despite being the Seventh True Inheritor of Sword Cleanse Heavenly Pool and having traveled a lot, she had never come across such a demon beast.

She was somewhat familiar with the demon beasts of Mystical Mechanism Continent, having thoroughly investigated the edible and inedible ones—knowing her identity as a Food Taster, it would be embarrassing if someone used an ingredient that she couldn’t recognize after tasting. So naturally, she felt doubtful about a demon beast she had never even heard of.

"Sugar Senior Sister, this is a Demon Clan Young Master, an offspring of the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits." Said Su Youyi, in time, to explain to Su from Sugar Cookie, also dispelling her idea. "This one, you cannot eat."

"Demon Clan Young Master? Offspring of the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits?" Su from Sugar Cookie, although devoted to the culinary Great Dao, was still well-versed about the world, especially regarding Ten Thousand Miles Mountain, since most of the delicious meat came from the demon beasts there.

But news of the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits having an offspring was news to her.

However, Liang Yi and Su Youyi, as disciples of the Banished Immortal, were unlikely to join forces to deceive her, so was the news eighty-nine percent true?

Su from Sugar Cookie curiously observed Mr. Orange perched on Su Youyi’s shoulder, unable to understand how the mysterious and notorious Grand Saint of Nine Spirits could have such an adorable son.

Didn’t the Cultivation World rumor say that the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits was as tall as a mountain, with a terrifying appearance that could stop a child’s crying and had a vicious temperament, devouring hundreds of creatures in one sitting, almost as dreadful as the Sect Leader of Blood Control Sect who, when vexed, could slash down a whole state?

"However, you said you were going to show me the culinary Great Dao, is this all there is?" Su from Sugar Cookie was still hung up on the matter, feeling cheated with anticipation leading to disappointment.

"I didn’t perform well this time, wait till we change locations, and I, Mr. Orange, will show you a real skill, Meow!" Mr. Orange couldn’t stand being challenged, and couldn’t bear seeing a girl upset; seeing the posture of Su from Sugar Cookie, he immediately jumped up and patted his chest, promising.

In fact, it wasn’t that he couldn’t do it now, but they had been here for too long. Although it was a secluded place, people had started to take notice. Was Mr. Orange’s skill something that just anyone could watch? Did they even pay an admission fee!

"Fine, then I will temporarily follow you, but if I find out you’re deceiving me, don’t blame me for roasting you!"

Su from Sugar Cookie, with a smile, poked Mr. Orange’s forehead. Although she didn’t really believe what this cat said, he was indeed adorable and interesting, so she just wanted an excuse to spend more time with Mr. Orange and Su Youyi.

Liang Yi looked around and noticed many Sword Cleanse Heavenly Pool disciples had started paying attention to them. They hadn’t noticed before, but now seeing Su Youyi would subconsciously lead their gaze to Liang Yi. It was impossible to treat him as inexistent.

"Let’s go, we’ll be surrounded again soon." Liang Yi hated trouble the most.

"Mm, previously, Elder Zhou left a mountain peak for master as his exclusive residence, and I’ve been staying there ever since."

Youyi spoke softly, her eyes curving like the crescent moon in the sky. While walking alongside her senior brother, she recounted to him, bit by bit, about her days living at the Sword Cleanse Heavenly Pool.

Old Orange lazed on her shoulder, his tail swaying unconsciously from side to side; Toffee Su’s eyes were fixated on the soft orange hue, contemplating how to touch it without seeming perverse.

Youyi’s daily life was not particularly interesting. Aside from practicing the sword, it was more sword practice, with the occasional challenge from the true inheritors of the Heavenly Pool. Perhaps her only pleasure was accompanying Sister Toffee in search of delicacies.

Liang Yi listened with rapt attention. Perhaps because it concerned his junior sister, he didn’t find it boring at all; instead, he eagerly absorbed every detail.

When faced with the person they liked or loved, everyone would find interest in everything about them, no matter how mundane the matters might seem to others—it became a sweet memory to cherish forever for both.

The mountain left to Chen Hua by the Sword Master was not particularly grand, but it was much more serene and secluded compared to the peaks where other guests resided.

Before they had even reached the summit, Liang Yi and the others could catch hints of a flower’s fragrance, carried by the wind. The pale red blossoms, proudly standing firm amidst the blanket of snow, added a stroke of color to the world, stunningly beautiful like specks of blood on white snow.

"The plum must concede three parts of whiteness to the snow, but the snow loses to the plum in fragrance."

Seeing the winter plums covering the entire mountaintop, Liang Yi recited this line of poetry, struck by the magnificent scene.

Aside from Old Orange, Youyi and Toffee Su both brightened at this concise yet vivid description of the plums and snow.

For the first time, Toffee Su really looked at the young man in the green robe, tall and slim, with his robes fluttering and hair billowing in the wind and snow.

He seemed lonely from behind, as if he didn’t belong to this world but became vividly alive when he looked at Youyi beside him. His deep eyes sparkled like the stars, as if an Immortal had fallen from the skies into the Mortal World, instantly filled with human warmth and worldly scent.

Toffee Su had seen this transformation in Youyi before.

Admired by countless disciples of the sect, regarded as a Fairy who should reside in the Moon Palace, accompanied by the Star River, she would turn into a bright-eyed, innocent youth whenever she spoke of her senior brother.

The eyes are the window to the soul, and the light in Youyi’s eyes was brilliantly radiant. Thus, Toffee Su surmised that to Youyi, Liang Yi must be like the sun shining upon the earth, warming her heart.

However, after brief contact, Toffee Su had to abandon that hypothesis. She realized Liang Yi was indeed radiant like the morning sun, but sadly, his light was reserved for Youyi alone.

Such a drastic change in demeanor left Toffee Su dazed, now convinced that what her junior sister had said might be true.

The world seemed inconsequential to them; when they were together, they were each other’s world.

Because hardly anybody came here, and this mountain was rather inconspicuous and remote, the protective array atop the mountain was seldom activated.

The courtyard atop the mountain was tranquil, with plum blossoms encircling it, and higher up, snow eagles soared.

"This place is not bad," proclaimed Old Orange, who hopped off Liang Yi’s shoulder and looked around, sniffing the air. The presence of the Spirit of Nature here was much stronger than at the previous location.

"The plums here were planted by the previous owner of the courtyard, according to Elder Zhou. However, that predecessor eventually passed away from the depletion of lifespan, leaving the mountain peak deserted until one day when master took a liking to the vast expanse of cold plums as a guest here," said Youyi, noticing her senior brother’s love for the cold plums, she too felt that the flowers she had grown tired of seemed to be revitalized.

"What do you mean by ’not bad’?" Liang Yi was about to follow his junior sister inside when he saw Old Orange strike a strange pose.

You have to admit, when Old Orange got serious, he looked nothing like his usual carefree self, exuding a certain charm, compellingly impressive.

"The Great Dao is fifty, the heavens spare one; culinary art is one of them."

"And if we were to break it down, there are countless lesser paths within the Great Dao, though different, they all converge towards the one ultimate truth. What I’m demonstrating now is one such path of cuisine," Old Orange stated solemnly to Liang Yi and the others, particularly to Toffee Su.

"Food and devouring are similar, but while devouring obliterates upon ingestion, food is about extracting the essence, the path of cuisine extracts the essence of heaven and earth, rejecting the dross."

Old Orange then opened his gaping maw toward the valley outside the mountain. The snowflakes in the air seemed to tremble under some force and then halted in mid-air.

Inhale—

A vast suction emerged from Old Orange’s maw, a mysterious force sweeping across dozens of miles.

Liang Yi and the others held their breath and keenly noticed something unusual: strands of icy blue lustrous filament were drawn from the void, from the snowflakes, from Snow Mountain, converging into a slender stream that flowed into Old Orange’s mouth.

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