24 – They Both Want to Compete for Yun Sang Sang
Yuan Ning Wang had no intention of wasting more words on this Divine Lord obsessed with love and chasing after his wife. He leisurely asked, “Is there anything else? If not, this lord is returning. Your wife is waiting anxiously for me.”
“Uh…” Lingyao God felt the veins at his temples about to burst!
Was this even human speech?
It sounded exactly like the words of a scoundrel openly stealing his wife!
It made him seem like a cowardly fool who could only watch as his wife dallied with another man, too afraid to speak up!
He took a deep breath, telling himself: Don’t get angry, don’t be angry. This is just a crude demon who doesn’t know how to speak properly. Treat his words as nothing but hot air.
After repeating this to himself several times, he finally suppressed his frustration.
He looked at Yuan Ning Wang and said, “It seems Yuan Ning Wang has no intention of leaving my wife’s side. In that case, this humble god would like to propose a three-point agreement with you.”
Yuan Ning Wang lazily gestured for him to continue. “Let’s hear it.”
He stated the first point: “First, from today onward, this humble god will also approach Sang Sang using the identity of Xie Sanghua. I ask that Yuan Ning Wang not reveal my true identity to Sang Sang.
At the same time, this humble god will not expose your identity as the Demon Lord to Sang Sang. We will each rely on our own abilities to stay by Sang Sang’s side, without undermining each other.”
Yuan Ning Wang raised an eyebrow. “Agreed.”
Lingyao God continued: “Second, this humble god will not reveal your whereabouts to the demon race. In return, I ask that Yuan Ning Wang not take advantage of your eight-year-old body to make inappropriate advances toward Sang Sang.”
Yuan Ning Wang scoffed. “What kind of person do you take me for?”
Lingyao God clasped his hands. “This humble god naturally believes Yuan Ning Wang is a gentleman of integrity. It is only because I care deeply for Sang Sang that I speak bluntly beforehand. Please forgive my presumption.”
After this polite gesture, he looked directly into Yuan Ning Wang’s eyes and enunciated the third point word by word: “If in the future Yuan Ning Wang develops feelings for Sang Sang, and Sang Sang reconciles with this humble god, restoring our broken relationship, I hope Yuan Ning Wang will not resort to force or coercion, nor use this humble god’s life to pressure Sang Sang into staying with you.”
“Uh…” Yuan Ning Wang stared at Lingyao God in disbelief!
He really wanted to ask if this man had something wrong with his brain.
Did this man think that just because he liked something, others would inevitably fall madly in love with it too?
Hah, would a dignified Demon Lord like him ever take a fancy to a Broom Star?
And then resort to force and coercion, even using the life of her beloved to pressure her into submission?
Tch, Yuan Ning Wang would never stoop so low in this lifetime!
“Very well, I agree to all three points of your agreement!”
With a majestic sweep of his sleeve, he walked past Lingyao God.
After taking just two steps, he turned back and looked at Lingyao God with a half-smile. “Wait, that’s not right. The third point only restricts me, but not you. How about this: if your beloved Sang Sang becomes infatuated with me, loving me to the point of madness, then you must not let jealousy and hatred drive you to use the war between immortals and demons or the fate of all living beings to force Yun Sangsang to return to the Celestial Realm with you.”
“Uh…” Lingyao God’s pupils contracted slightly.
Had he miscalculated…
Had he inadvertently provoked this Demon Lord’s competitive spirit?
Would this Demon Lord now try to seduce his Sang Sang just to compete with him?
Yuan Ning Wang glanced at Lingyao God, a smirk curling his lips.
That’s right, this fellow had indeed stirred up his competitive drive.He had originally planned to observe that Broom Star; if being with her brought too much misfortune, he would simply ditch her and enjoy his freedom alone.
But now, with this provocation from Divine Lord Lingyao, he temporarily had no intention of leaving.
He would stay by Broom Star’s side to watch the spectacle.
So what if he suffered a bit of bad luck? As the mighty Demon Lord, he wouldn’t die easily—could mere misfortune really kill him? As long as he didn’t die, he’d stick around for the show.
He looked down arrogantly at Divine Lord Lingyao. “Oh? What’s the matter, afraid to agree? So you really were planning to scheme behind the scenes, weren’t you? You, a lofty Divine Lord of the Celestial Realm, are actually less honorable than me, a mere member of the demon race?”
“This humble god agrees.”
Divine Lord Lingyao took a deep breath and replied to Yuan Ning Wang.
Yuan Ning Wang raised his hand. “Come on then, seal the vow with a handshake.”
“Very well.” Divine Lord Lingyao slowly raised his hand and clasped palms with Yuan Ning Wang.
Witnessed by heaven and earth, the vow was sealed.
From the moment their hands met, the three-part agreement between them became a binding oath under cosmic law.
Whoever broke the vow would suffer divine punishment.
Their immortal bones and demon bones shattered, enduring unbearable agony.
After sealing the pact, Yuan Ning Wang walked over and merged into the child’s body.
Using the child’s form, he opened his eyes, stood up, stretched his limbs, cast a sidelong glance at Divine Lord Lingyao, then turned and headed toward Yun Sangsang—the beloved wife Lingyao yearned for but dared only watch from afar, never approaching.
Divine Lord Lingyao turned and watched Yuan Ning Wang’s retreating figure.
Lost in thought.
A child’s body seemed quite useful after all…
Should he also transform into a child to get close to Sang Sang?
Sang Sang wanted Yuan Ning Wang to worship her, didn’t she? And Yuan Ning Wang was stringing her along, not agreeing yet…
If he transformed into a child cuter, more obedient, and better-behaved than Yuan Ning Wang, would Sang Sang decisively abandon Yuan Ning Wang and choose him as her worshipper?
It seemed… plausible?
…
Yuan Ning Wang remained unaware of Divine Lord Lingyao’s sinister scheme.
He returned to Yun Sangsang’s side as if nothing had happened.
Yun Sangsang was sitting on a large rock, chin in hand, gazing eagerly at the starlight radiance in the sky, desperately wishing to absorb it and convert it into her immortal power.
Yuan Ning Wang stood a few yards away, watching her pitiful expression.
So pathetic.
But no matter how pitiful she was, he couldn’t agree to worship her tonight—that would make his devotion seem too cheap, and she wouldn’t value him. He’d agree tomorrow night, letting this poor little thing quickly absorb some starlight to restore her immortal power.
Tsk, otherwise she couldn’t even conjure a set of clothes, and for a mere garment she’d rush into a collapsed cave and get buried alive. Truly tragic.
“Little Yuanning, you’re back!”
Yun Sangsang sensed the presence approaching and turned to see Yuan Ning Wang.
She smiled and beckoned to him. “Come over and sleep! I’ve been waiting for you.”
Yuan Ning Wang glanced at her, a faint, mocking smile on his lips. “Really want me to come? I haven’t bathed in ages—I’m filthy and stinky. I just went to relieve myself too. Are you sure you want to hug me while sleeping, Celestial Maiden?”
“Uh…” Yun Sangsang’s smile froze.
Ah.
Not really.
Yuan Ning Wang found himself a large rock and lay down leisurely. “Let’s sleep separately, Celestial Maiden. I’m afraid you’ll be driven away by my stench, and I’ll become a lonely, unwanted child again.”Yun Sangsang breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, “Alright, that works too.”
After she closed her eyes to meditate, Yuan Ning Wang slowly turned sideways, gazing at her on the other large rock.
Up and down, left and right, he examined her carefully.
How truly strange—what exactly had happened between this Broom Star and that Lingyao God?
Why was it rumored that Broom Star was madly in love with Ling Yao, even driven insane by love, when in reality it was Ling Yao who deeply loved Broom Star?
What foolish things had she done for Ling Yao to give rise to such rumors?
Tsk tsk, the curiosity was simply killing him.