Chapter 1#
The Little Waste Tames the Sinister Demon King (01)
A single red sedan chair, clamor for miles.
Joyful music filled the streets, tassels swaying.
Ling Yan woke up in a daze. His vision was filled with red, and from outside came the blaring of suonas and endless noise.
Annoyed, he yanked off the red bridal veil covering his head, took a glance at the sedan chair he was in, then leaned back, closing his eyes and gently rubbing his temples. He asked inwardly: [Second bro, what’s the situation now?]
Ling Xiaoqi immediately trotted over to respond: [Big bro, you’re awake! We’re currently on our way to the demon realm to get married. You’re the Demon King’s tenth bride.]
[Tenth?]
Ling Yan stopped rubbing his forehead, turned sideways, and lay down directly in the sedan. He noticed some pastries placed nearby, picked one up casually, and took a bite.
Ling Xiaoqi: [That’s right. The first nine were all mission agents sent by our Quick Travel Bureau. We tried honey traps, bitter ploys, sowing discord… used all thirty-six stratagems, not one succeeded. The villain’s darkening value hasn’t dropped one bit.]
Ling Yan bit into the pastry, found it mediocre, and tossed it back into the plate.
[And those previous brides… were they also men?]
Ling Xiaoqi: [No, there were both men and women. Almost all the elites in the Quick Travel Bureau gave it a shot, all failed. That’s why the Bureau Chief had no choice but to ask you, big bro, to come out of retirement.]
[Tenth bride… Hah, interesting.]
[What’s interesting?]
[A one and a zero.]
[…]
Ling Yan looked around the interior of the bridal sedan. The space was spacious, the furnishings extremely luxurious.
He leaned back lazily, comfortably reclining on the soft couch, and asked nonchalantly: [What happened to those nine mission agents in the end?]
[…]
Ling Xiaoqi was silent for a moment before replying in a low voice.
[They got exploded.]
Ling Yan raised an eyebrow slightly: [Exploded? Elaborate.]
Ling Xiaoqi spoke cautiously: [According to the saved records, the physical bodies of the first nine seducers… were all crushed to death by the Demon King’s own hands. You know… brains splattered, guts spilled out, the entire body shattered into pieces.]
[…]
Ling Yan frowned slightly, showing a look of disgust, and waved his hand: [If you’re going to kill someone, can’t you pick a more civilized method?]
Ling Xiaoqi humbly asked for advice: [What kind of method does big bro consider civilized?]
The corners of Ling Yan’s mouth lifted, a smile spreading across his handsome features: [For example, a slit throat, like slicing a radish. The person dies quickly, and blood doesn’t splash everywhere.]
[…]
Ling Yan lay back down on the couch and continued to complain: [How unsanitary is crushing someone to death? If their guts spill out, wouldn’t shit and piss also burst out? Dirtying the clothes looks terrible.]
[…]
Ling Xiaoqi was speechless.
He almost forgot.
His big brother was also a lunatic at heart. Thinking of it that way, it was perfectly understandable.
Just then, the sedan gave a slight jolt and came to a steady stop.
Someone outside shouted in a loud voice: “Rest the sedan—”
The sedan curtain had just settled, but then it was suddenly lifted from a corner. A pitch-black kitten slipped in without a sound. Its fur was black as ink, but as the light shifted, it faintly shimmered with a golden edge. Even its pupils were a brilliant gold, exceptionally striking.
Ling Yan looked at the cat for a few moments, a trace of amusement rising in his eyes. He crooked his finger at it and said softly.
“Come here.”
The cat seemed to understand. It tilted its head to look at him, then leaped gracefully onto the soft couch and stood obediently beside him.
Ling Yan studied it for a moment, then reached out to stroke its back, chuckling.
“You’re quite pretty.”
The kitten let out a comfortable purr under his touch. The smile in Ling Yan’s eyes deepened as he scratched its head, then gently lifted its chin.
Man and cat, getting along nicely.
As he was enjoying himself, a male voice suddenly came from outside the sedan, very low but clear: “Yan Yan, come out in about a quarter of an hour. I’ll be behind the willow tree over there.”
Before Ling Yan could respond, the voice fell silent, and the sound of footsteps hurried away.
Ling Yan idly stroked the kitten in his arms and asked coldly in his heart: [Who was that dumbass just now?]
Ling Xiaoqi immediately replied: [His name is Xiao Wu. The original host has been secretly in love with him, and he’s taken advantage of your status as the second young master of the Ling family to get benefits. Now that you’re about to marry the Demon King, he’s afraid he won’t be able to profit from the Ling family anymore, so he’s panicking.]
Ling Yan paused his hand that was petting the kitten, looked down to see it stretching contentedly in his palm, couldn’t resist lowering his head to kiss its forehead.
The kitten’s golden pupils lit up instantly, and it let out a soft “meow,” burrowing straight into his arms.
Ling Yan smiled gently, then asked.
[By the way, tell me in detail about my mission objective this time.]
Ling Xiaoqi’s tone turned serious: [The villain is named Mo Yan, an ancient Xuan Snake. According to records, he’s lived at least a hundred thousand years. His biggest hobby is cultivation, and second… is killing people. To him, destroying heaven and earth is just a form of exercise.]
[During the recent war between humans and demons, humanity suffered a crushing defeat, so they reluctantly proposed a marriage alliance. But the first nine agents failed to satisfy him, and they were all crushed to death. His temperament is extremely unpredictable.]
Ling Yan leaned lazily back on the couch: [What’s his darkening value now?]
[99.]
[That high?]
[Yes, so big bro must stop him from destroying the world!]
Ling Yan yawned casually: [I’m here on vacation. I’ll do the mission casually.]
[…]
Big bro, you’re way too casual.
After about a quarter of an hour, Ling Yan, holding the cat, leisurely stepped down from the bridal sedan.
The escort procession was all human. Seeing him come down, they showed little respect. Though Ling Yan was the favored second young master of the Ling family, he was also a “waste” with no talent for cultivation.
In this world that preyed on the weak, a person who couldn’t cultivate and was far from his family’s protection naturally received no respect.
Someone glanced at him and reminded him coldly.
“Don’t go too far.”
Ling Yan didn’t even bother to give him a glance, only returning his gaze briefly, looking past the tall willow tree not far away, and walked over slowly.
Behind the tree, Xiao Wu had been waiting for a long time.
As soon as he saw Ling Yan, he stepped forward immediately, his tone affectionate.
“Yan Yan, you’re here.”
“Mm.”
Xiao Wu watched Ling Yan in his red wedding attire.
His broad shoulders and narrow waist were tightly bound by a red sash, making his figure appear even more slender and tall. Add to that his stunningly gorgeous face, and he looked like a blazing flame, breathtaking.
Xiao Wu almost stared in a daze, murmuring.
“Yan Yan, you look so beautiful today.”
The black cat in Ling Yan’s arms suddenly raised its head, its golden eyes coldly fixed on Xiao Wu, a hint of imperceptible malevolence flickering in its gaze.
Ling Yan stepped back half a step in disgust: “Something to say? If not, I’m leaving.”
Xiao Wu quickly stopped him: “Something, of course something!”
He reached out to grab Ling Yan’s sleeve, but Ling Yan smoothly avoided him.
Ling Yan stood still, his tone flat.
“Then spit it out.”
Xiao Wu took a deep breath, his expression becoming solemn and gentle.
“Yan Yan, I know you don’t want to marry the Demon King. But for the peace between our two races, I can only ask you to bear this hardship… It’s all my fault. If I were stronger, you wouldn’t have to suffer like this.”
[…]
Ling Yan didn’t say a word, just quietly watched his performance.
Author: Bei Su, “Yan Chen Yin”