The Confusion of the Senior Brothers (Revised)

Is the person in front of me Han Shengyao? According to the original text, Han Shengyao should be cultivating in the Jiuchong Demon Palace, so how could she appear here?

Lin Qianshuang pondered for a moment. Tianfu Mountain is the boundary of the Demon Realm, where the demonic paths converge. The magic circle used to kill the Canglan Beast must have caused the Demon Emperor in the Jiuchong Demon Palace to sense something strange, prompting him to send Han Shengyao to investigate.

If it weren’t for the Demon Emperor’s order, she really couldn’t think of anyone else who could invite this Demon Palace Saintess, who was known for her indolence and lethargy in the original text, to come out of the palace.

Lin Qianshuang’s heart was still pounding with the residual sense of danger. So, it was Han Shengyao who saved her from the hands of the same kind of monster?

Confusion flickered across Lin Qianshuang’s face. How could Han Shengyao, who was always cold-blooded and indifferent to human life, save an insignificant magic egg?

Having read the novel, she knew that Han Shengyao was unpredictable and not a genuinely kind person, always acting with self-interest.

She sat there stunned for a long time, and the trembling soft white egg she held in her hand ceased its quivering. Out of curiosity, she even rubbed the hand that belonged to the other person.

This playful behavior amused the woman who had been gently cradling the egg, causing her to let out a soft chuckle.

“Little one, I’ll take that as your agreement.”

“But now I’m really curious about what kind of monster could have given birth to you. Lower-level monsters aren’t as clever as you.”

The voice that drifted into Lin Qianshuang’s consciousness was laced with cold charm, possessing a lazy and slightly mesmerizing quality that seemed to provoke a strange tune. It was as if a feather was teasing one’s heart, eliciting an itch that was both ticklish and numbing.

Lin Qianshuang was taken aback by the devilish voice, feeling a chill creep up her spine, causing her soul to tremble.

In the novel, there was a scene where Liang Jingxuan first encountered Han Shengyao. The male protagonist, surrounded by beauties, had become accustomed to their beauty. However, when he heard Han Shengyao’s cutting remarks, his gaze never left the woman in red.

When Lin Qianshuang read this passage, she initially thought it was exaggerated. However, now that she experienced the voice firsthand, she realized that the description of “heavenly sound” was not an overstatement.

Even as a woman, she couldn’t help but feel the extraordinary enchantment in Han Shengyao’s voice, capable of easily disrupting the rhythm of one’s heart.

Although Lin Qianshuang, currently in the form of a blind magic egg, couldn’t see the person in front of her, just by listening to the voice, she could imagine the unparalleled beauty of the most beautiful woman in the Demon Realm as described in the original text.

After a while, the magic egg remained motionless.

“Are you that naive? How could you communicate with a young demon that hasn’t even been born and knows nothing?”

Han Shengyao placed the magic egg in her hand into her sleeve. Her eyes narrowed as she seemed lost in thought. She found it a bit strange that she suddenly took an interest in this magic egg. However, she always followed her own temperament, so if she said she would accept this magic egg as her disciple, she wouldn’t go back on her word.

With that in mind, Han Shengyao’s attire fluttered with a cloud of demonic energy as she levitated and flew towards the Jiuchong Demon Palace.

Lin Qianshuang, frightened by the exhilarating sensation of a roller coaster ride, let out several screams during the 360-degree spins. With no hands to support herself, she instinctively shrank within the warm palm that held her.

Slow down, slow down—you’re flying too fast!

Help, help!

Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest, and her head buzzed as if it had been struck hard. Everything went hazy, and Lin Qianshuang felt herself on the brink of fainting.

Han Shengyao, a Jiuyou Profound Demon who had already condensed her demonic infant, had already crossed another realm to become a full-fledged Demon King. She could roughly understand the language spoken by the egg in her hand. With a gentle touch, she spoke softly, “Don’t be afraid. I won’t harm you.”

A wisp of dark purple magic flew through the clear sky and fell into the ethereal clouds, headed toward a barrier filled with demonic energy.

Standing tall and majestic atop the fiery red Demon Mountain, the Jiuchong Demon Palace commanded respect from many creatures. At the foot of the mountain, numerous monsters gathered around the spacious silver lake. Sensing the powerful demonic energy approach, they all prostrated in surrender.

Han Shengyao landed on the sixth floor of the Demon Palace and entered the cave where she resided. As she pushed open the door, four tall and slender young men in disciple uniforms, each with their unique style, approached and encircled her.

“Master, you’re finally here! We’ve been waiting for you for so long!”

The young man in pink squeezed out from the rest, holding a bowl of spiritual fruit, and said flatteringly, “This disciple has just picked some spiritual fruit. It’s very sweet. Would you like to taste it, Master?”

The other three were not to be outdone and jostled for attention.

The young man in green prepared a cup of fragrant tea and respectfully presented it with both hands, saying, “Master, I stole some good spiritual tea from Kunlun Immortal Mountain. Please have a taste.”

The young man in blue, wearing a smile as if on the verge of blossoming, approached and said, “Master, are you tired? Please have a seat, and I’ll give you a back rub.”

The young man in yellow playfully wrapped his arm around Han Shengyao’s neck, leaning towards her ear with a smirk as he whispered, “Master, this is the rouge I have just finished refining. Please try it on. Do you like the color?”

Lin Qianshuang, hidden within Han Shengyao’s sleeve, took a moment to regain her composure. Hearing the voices of the four individuals, she immediately recognized who they were.

In the original text, Han Shengyao initially harbored affection for the Demon Emperor. However, as a Holy Maiden dedicated to guarding the spiritual veins of the Demon Realm, she had committed to a life of chastity and was forbidden to engage in love affairs. To quell her longing, she took in four demonic creatures who resembled the Demon Emperor and named them Chun, Xia, Qiu, and Dong.

While they were referred to as disciples, Han Shengyao never treated them as such, viewing them more as servants and handymen. At best, she indulged them by teaching a few moves when in good spirits.

Later on, the Demon Emperor married Han Shengyao to Liang Jingxuan, who had become the leader of the Immortal Alliance in the human world, for strategic purposes. As their love for each other grew, all four disciples were ultimately thrown into the Demon Transformation Pool and executed by Liang Jingxuan.

Lin Qianshuang recollected the plot and was suddenly faced with an interface displaying a character strategy progress table.

Han Shengyao’s avatar had been unlocked, with a favorability bar displayed below. A special arrow positioned at the bar’s two-thirds marked a life-and-death boundary.

Three other black avatar frames remained locked.

[Host, as you can see, your task is to prevent Han Shengyao from marrying Liang Jingxuan and help her become the new Demon Emperor.]

Upon seeing the favorability bar, Lin Qianshuang felt a sense of bewilderment and promptly expressed, “What does this favorability bar mean? Do I need to fill it up? Let me clarify—I am heterosexual, and this is a heterosexual text. I…don’t like women.”

[The host only needs to fill the bar up to the life-death boundary and complete the target tasks. There is no upper limit to favorability. Once the bar is filled to the maximum, there will be special surprises.]

Upon hearing the system’s explanation, Lin Qianshuang heaved a sigh of relief and began calculating secretly. According to the information from the Canglan Beast, Han Shengyao’s fate was tied to the Demon Emperor due to a curse placed upon her body.

A smile graced Lin Qianshuang’s face as she experienced a sudden enlightenment. The key was the Demon Emperor. As long as the Demon Emperor perished, everything would resolve itself.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she realized that her first priority should be finding a way to transform into a human form.

Han Shengyao selected a spiritual fruit from the bowl and took a bite, lazily reclining against a stone seat adorned with snow fox fur.

The young man in blue, Dong, massaged her shoulders, while the young man in pink, Chun, gently rubbed her legs. The young man in yellow, Qiu, sat in her arms and fed her grapes from a fruit plate, while the young man in green, Xia, remained seated at the table to prepare tea, occasionally offering a cup of fragrant and sweet flower tea.

Han Shengyao closed her eyes leisurely, enjoying the moment. She took out the magic egg from her sleeve and tossed it toward Xia, who was pouring tea at the table. Lazily, she stated, “This magic egg is my newly accepted disciple. From now on, it will be in your care. I’m going to the Demon Palace to see the Demon Emperor. I’ll be staying here tonight, so remember to tidy up the room.”

Xia promptly caught the magic egg, a hint of surprise lighting up his face. Han Shengyao had never accepted disciples before, but whenever she did, they were young men with a thin physique and a resemblance to the Demon Emperor. On the surface, they were referred to as disciples, but everyone in the Demon Palace knew they were mere male pets.

But now, Han Shengyao brought back a magic egg and declared it her disciple. Could it be that she truly intended to accept this one?

Xia wasn’t the only one to think this. Once Han Shengyao left, the other three also gathered around the magic egg on the table, brimming with curiosity, squeezing and rubbing it in fascination as if exploring a new world.

Qiu stared at the ordinary egg, his expression dazed as he murmured, “Am I dreaming? Master actually accepted an unknown devil egg as her disciple. Could it be that Master has the ability to foresee, knowing that this plump little thing will grow up to resemble the Demon Emperor?”

Dong covered Qiu’s mouth, looking anxious as his gaze fell on the attendant standing outside the cave. He cautioned, “Third Junior Brother, please be quiet. We mustn’t let the news of our master’s secret affection for the Demon Emperor spread.”

Chun chimed in from the side. Although everyone knew about Han Shengyao’s secret love for the Demon Emperor, no one dared to spread the word, as anyone who did so ended up dead.

Qiu removed Dong’s hand and turned to Xia, asking, “Second Senior Brother, you are the most knowledgeable among us. What is your opinion on this matter?”

Xia picked up a teacup, poured a cup of tea, and took a sip. He directed his gaze at the magic egg on the table and remarked, “Since Master brought this magic egg back, it must possess something extraordinary.”

Dong listened to Xia’s words, suddenly growing curious. “Tell us, is this egg male or female? Should we call it Junior Brother or Junior Sister in the future?”

Chun leaned closer, studying the magic egg on the table. He poked the shell, finding it soft with a sweet, creamy fragrance. He poked it a few more times, his eyes bright as he turned to the others and suggested, “Second Junior Brother, Third Junior Brother, Fourth Junior Brother, wouldn’t it be great if this magic egg hatched as a Junior Sister? I’ve always dreamt of having a Junior Sister.”

“This magic egg doesn’t have a name yet. Let’s come up with a name for our Junior Brother or Junior Sister together.”

As Lin Qianshuang listened to the excited voices of the four teenagers surrounding her, she couldn’t help but feel amused. She silently transmitted her response through their sea of consciousness.

The water cup in Xia’s hand suddenly shook, spilling water onto the stone table, and a few words appeared crookedly on the surface.

I have a name. My name is Lin Qianshuang.