Fake Demon Lord [BL]

8 - When I Was Young, I too, Was Impatient to See the Vastness of the World

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He Huan's appearance calmed He Ku's initial worries by a lot. At least now he didn't have to worry about being the victim of a surprise attack. The two deliberated in detail for an entire day, deducing that in their current state, as long as either one of them was in control of their body, the other would automatically become something akin to their Yuan Ying. However, since this was originally He Huan's body, all the body's cultivation goes wherever he goes. If He Ku wanted to manipulate the energy within the body, he'd have to start cultivating from the beginning. The good news was that the demonic art He Huan practiced was primarily soul-based, so he didn't have to worry about opposing techniques conflicting with each other and could learn any technique he wanted.

Although this was what He Huan said, He Ku had the faintest sense that this person probably didn't want him to also go down the demonic path, which matched perfectly with  his intentions. Besides, compared to those depraved and evil techniques, he'd definitely preferred a just and honourable one, one that was fitting of a chivalrous hero. Using a normal person's perspective, a sword-wielding righteous gentleman in white who travelled the world on his handsome horse couldn't possibly be worse than a shameless perverted demon who was constantly under threat of elimination.

Speaking of this, He Ku tried to ask after where that white robe had gone, but He Huan, that bastard, only said he threw it away. When he continued to pursue the matter, He Huan would joke around and start spewing some bullshit. In any case, nothing he did was able to get He Huan to spill, leaving He Ku to accept reality. He felt extremely regretful, after all, he really did like that white robe.

The two continued to idly chat. He Ku also learned that in this state, He Huan's soul could go wherever it wanted, it was only because he hadn't started cultivation yet, that if He Huan didn't borrow the power within the mirror, he wouldn't have been able to see him. As for why he falls dead asleep whenever He Huan takes control, the answer was simple——not enough cultivation.

This also fueled his heart to work harder, after all...who knows whether this shameless He Huan would lie in wait in the shower and peek at him taking a bath!

After being accused, He Huan wailed in grievance, so much so that he even took a blood oath to prove that even if he wanted to see himself taking a bath, he would've just wheeled the mirror directly to the edge of the pool, he would never resort to a low-level act like peeking. This also let He Ku ascertain one thing, it wasn't that he doubted He Huan (that bastard) was a pervert, it's just that he was one.

Talking with He Huan was actually quite pleasant, after all, he had still lived for a hundred years. Anything from all the corners of the Earth, he more or less knew something about it. In addition, he didn't put on any airs, so when the two of them reached a disagreement, regardless of how He Ku talked back, all he would do would crack a few jokes and the matter would be passed. If he'd met him in his previous life, He Ku would've probably been a follower for a while, but now, after combining all the evidence on this person's background, he decided that he'd continue judging him.

To cultivators, choosing a technique that suited them was very important. After the two chatted for an entire day, He Ku still decided to wait and see. He Huan also didn't force him, instead, he started to introduce which part of the Palace had the best scenery, which small restaurant had the best food, he even commented on his disciples' bed techniques. Of course, when it came to the last point of discussion, he once again received one He Ku's eyeroll™.

Lost in conversation, the sky had begun to light up again. Ultimately, He Ku still didn't have any cultivation. His sleepiness had already started to take over. It was only because he could hear Yun Ce, this silly child, was about to wake up, that he persisted in not laying down.