Chapter 3 - Royal Family Surnames

The young corpse demon was taken aback, having not expected that her senior brother, who had died because of him a moment earlier, would be asking him these questions so casually.

He honestly responded, “My memories from before my death are damaged, and most have already been lost, I only remember that my name was supposed to be Baili An, originating from a demon, awakening once more in death, it seems there would be a new name.”

His gaze drifted slightly, clearly still unaccustomed to the state of waking from a long slumber.

Pausing, he continued, “During my slumber, I heard mysterious whispers, calling me…

Si Chen.”

“Si Chen?” the girl’s eyes widened slightly, appraising him from top to bottom.

“The ‘Ancient Records of Gods and Demons’ records that corpse demons once dominated the Three Worlds, countless in number, yet there were only sixteen true members of the Royal Bloodline, each bathed in the Blood Pool crafted from the Demon Vein and Royal Blood by Corpse King Jiang Chen; these are the true lineage of the Corpse King.”

Baili An was not familiar with all these, puzzledly he asked, “So?

What does this have to do with me?”

The girl looked a bit bemused, finding the whole thing quite preposterous.

“And the true lineage of the Royal Family, although their names are unknown, the fragmented ‘Ancient Records of Gods and Demons’ mentions that their surnames uniformly bear the prefix ‘Si.'”

Although Baili An did not know who exactly Jiang Chen was, it sounded very formidable.

He pondered for a moment and earnestly said, “Are you saying that I am one of the royal bloodline among the corpse demons?”

The girl smiled, shook her head, and said, “Corpse King Jiang Chen has been sealed for ten thousand years, unable to gain freedom, and his sixteen royal descendants were all destroyed under the extreme punishment of the fierce sun by the Golden Crow, corpse demons’ lineage is incredibly powerful, capable of moving mountains and slaying gods, yet you…”

She scrutinized him again, unable to help but find it somewhat humorous, “are nothing more than a newborn who hasn’t even awakened the corpse demon ‘Talent’; if you were of the royal lineage, how could you have been utterly defenseless against your senior brother just now?”

“It seems like after your death, a senior corpse demon decided to give you that name in admiration of one of those sixteen,” she speculated.

During the conversation, the girl glanced at the small sword on his chest and frowned, “You say you don’t have memories from before your death, which fits the characteristics of a corpse demon, but to be born as such undoubtedly means you died a tragic death, retaining some consciousness; thus, you should know who killed you, shouldn’t you?”

“I don’t remember,” Baili An answered honestly.

“You don’t remember?” The woman slightly raised her tone, frowning, “Then how will you seek revenge in the future, and on whom?”

The young corpse demon cocked his head, puzzled, “Why should I seek revenge?”

The woman widened her eyes, finding it both ludicrous and tragic, “Someone killed you, and you have no intention of seeking revenge on the person who killed you?”

The young corpse demon shook his head, bitterly smiling, “I don’t even remember my past, how could I bother with those things?

I’m a dead person, I should not have awakened; now that I have, I can hardly even consider myself alive, why bother stepping out into the world to stir up its order?”

The woman was stunned for a long while before muttering, “You really have a broad-minded view.”

The young man bitterly smiled, “I can hardly be considered a person now; all I want is to find a high monk who can lead me to transcendence.”

“That can’t be!” She blurted out without thinking.

After speaking, she realized that her reaction might have been a bit too intense, her face gradually flushing.

“Why?” the young corpse demon asked, confused.

The woman pursed her lips, seeing that this young man had a pure mind and should not have taken this doomed path.

Although his thoughts were good, the world was far too cruel, and she felt it was necessary to explain things clearly to him.

“There indeed are high monks in this world but they are exceedingly rare; moreover, today’s Buddhist sects are no longer what they were hundreds of years ago.”

“Their approach toward demonic beings like you has always been extremely decisive and cruel, and they wouldn’t read scriptures for your transcendence but would rather eliminate future troubles by binding you under the scorching sun to suffer and turn to ash.”

The young corpse demon’s face paled, he lowered his head and remained silent, looking pitiful.

The woman felt a pang of regret, this young man was not suited to be a corpse demon, nor to survive in the harsh netherworld.

Although she was inclined to take him back to her sect, considering he had killed her senior brother, he would likely die even quicker there.

Suddenly, a fierce wind blew outside the coffin, howling incessantly, as if countless fierce ghosts were wailing.

The slanted coffin lid above their heads shook with the evil wind, under the woman’s terrified gaze,

It closed again…

Her face turned pale as she said, “It’s over.

Senior brother mentioned that this coffin can only be opened by someone who knows its vitality gate, but I have no idea where that is; am I going to be trapped here for a lifetime?”

She looked despairingly at the young corpse demon named Baili An.

Baili An, with innocent eyes, said, “Although I’d quite like to stay here forever, seeing as you seem very keen to leave, I’ll help you check if there’s a way to open the coffin; when you leave, remember to take your senior brother’s body with you, I don’t want to see him.”

The woman was almost at a loss whether to cry or laugh at the young corpse demon’s ideas.

Baili An, who had been half-sitting, struggled to stand up; having lain there for hundreds of years, he wasn’t used to standing up for the first time, just as he stabilized himself, preparing to use the light of the sword to inspect the condition of the coffin, the woman’s muffled voice sounded again.

“Baili An, don’t you feel that the air here is very stuffy?”

Baili An thought she was just making small talk and replied, “The coffin is enclosed, naturally, it’s stuffy.”

The woman’s voice suddenly became a bit strange, “But…

but I feel…

the air is being lost too quickly here.”

Baili An finally caught the unusual tone in her voice.

Being a cultivator, it was impossible for her to sound so feeble after such a short time.

Just as he turned to check on her, a clang sounded, the Seven Stars sword slipped from his grasp, falling inside the coffin, immediately plunging them into darkness.

He could no longer discern the surroundings or the condition of the woman, which concerned him.

Could it really be a lack of air?

He was a corpse demon, and even without the need to breathe, the space here was ample and shouldn’t be like this.

In the darkness, he clearly heard the woman’s struggling, heavy breaths, as if she was suffocating.

His heart skipped a beat; there was already one dead person here, he certainly did not wish for two more corpses to join.

He was still hoping this woman would take her senior brother’s corpse away soon.

Just as he took a couple of steps forward, his head suddenly spun, and he became unsteady.

Strange, was he, a corpse demon, also lacking oxygen?

A faint, intoxicating scent wafted to his nostrils, the fragrance very light, yet clinging like a nagging parasite.

Baili An was alarmed; he was a corpse demon and should not be able to smell anything, so where was this bizarre fragrance coming from?

The scent displeased him, inducing a nauseating urge.

Yet, as the fragrance entered his body, his icily cold body suddenly began to feel a slight warmth for the first time.

Suddenly, in the dark, two slender arms extended and wrapped around his neck.

Baili An was slightly startled and was about to speak when soft lips pressed firmly against his, sealing the words he was about to say.

His mind exploded with a loud bang; though he lost his memory, he was still not devoid of moral sense.

He instantly understood what the bizarre fragrance was.

It must be an aphrodisiac!

But he no longer had the luxury to ponder these things, for the woman in front of him had already pressed him into the coffin.

His gaze sharpened, his actions gentle yet firm as he pushed her away.

Fumbling for the Seven Stars sword on the ground, finding the right direction, he stabbed into the darkness with force, measuring his grip and orientation.

“Ah!”

The woman cried out in pain, suddenly regaining her senses, the pain in her arm pulling her back from the edge of danger, but what remained was an unspeakable shame.

She had actually initiated a kiss, and the object was a corpse demon.

Oh heaven, let her die.

Just as she was about to speak, she heard a suppressed, deep growl from the young corpse demon.

Her heart skipped a beat, alarmed!

Her own blood leaking from the wound could trigger the corpse demon’s hunger.

She was about to be killed!

The rational Baili An and the irrational Baili An were two utterly different beings.

She got up intending to retrieve the Seven Stars sword for self-defense,

but Baili An was quicker, abandoning the sword, he reached out with both hands, deftly grabbed her fragile shoulders, and with a “thud,” pressed her down.

Defenseless, the awakened powers of the corpse demon Baili An were unstoppable, she could not resist him at all.

The cold breath fell on her neck, the woman shrank back in fear.

Was he going to bite her to death?

Just as she thought he would bite down, the sharp tusks retracted.

His hands still gripping her shoulders, gently.

“Boom!”

The ancient coffin shook violently, unnoticed by either the human or the corpse demon.

Suspended in the stone cavern, the ancient coffin suddenly plummeted, disappearing into the bottomless Abyss.

Li Jiujiu had never expected to lose her chastity in such a confused manner.

She curled up like a baby in the corner of the coffin, sobbing softly, not daring to look at the young corpse demon.

Nor daring to look at her senior brother, now a dried corpse.

Baili An sat dazed in the coffin, as if he had committed some unforgiveable error.

His heart was a mix of all sorts of emotions, having slept for who knows how many centuries, and having just awoken, he had already owed such a confusing debt.

He always felt that he had been schemed against, how could such an aphrodisiac have mysteriously appeared in the coffin?

The warmth in his belly lingered long,

although extremely faint, it kept his lifeless body from being utterly lifeless, a trace of fresh vitality seemed to swirl inside him.

If he were able to introspect, he would undoubtedly observe a tiny Yin Yang Tao Fish slowly circling in his lower abdomen.

But the current Baili An clearly did not have the surplus mental capacity to consider these things, his emotions as turbulent as the violently rocking Purple Gold Coffin.

Huh?

Wait…

why was the coffin moving?