Shen Jiu's Self Saving System

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The original Liu Qingge found himself blushing yet stubbornly trying to act normal, his stiff actions and facial expressions did not help.
"Y-you!?" He was left completely stupefied.

After a baffling amount of time, he did what he knows best. Use his muscles instead of his brain. "YOU! Why!?" He went barreling into his former body's back. The force of even his now less sturdy body was enough to knock the dignified peak lord off his feet. Which would probably be an insult considering his build and superior cultivation, but KaiHua had both demon energy, embarrassment and adrenaline.

Shen Jiu gave him a bored eye, "did I not already tell you? Or were you too busy thinking about the man you were with before and wishing it were he whom kissed you?" He spat, glaring unflinchingly into the other's eyes to meet his ire head on.

There was something in that tone of voice he'd used that made the original Liu Qingge vibrate with anger. Who was he to speak to him like Shen QingQiu? Only he had that kind of privilege, even if he wouldn't outwardly acknowledge it. And yes! So what if he'd wished that the one kissing him was Shen QingQiu!

He was in love with him. But he was too late.

Shen QingQiu had already shown his rightful hatred towards demons. He'd get his body back from this prick if it's the last thing he does. Being a demon disgusted him, it made him feel filthy and unworthy of even being referred to as a person. It made his temper flare, as was the nature of demons, and he hated that. He hated that this could drive a wedge between him and the people he's worked so hard to get close to. It could all come undone and he feels like he's helpless against it. Not only that but now he was being taunted by the very thing that possessed his body! It made his irrational hatred blind him with rage, only leaving him later to even process the words that had been said.

He's been referred to as slow by a certain peak lord more often than not, however, he'd like to think himself to be quick thinking! He has his own wits about him! He's especially tactical during battle and sharp in both movement and mind. So he even surprised himself when it'd taken so long to draw conclusions.

The venomous words and endless scoffing continuously replayed in his head until he narrowed in on a singular word: "shidi". Younger martial brother. Of all of the peak lords of Cang Qiong it definitely wouldn't be hard to hazard a guess at who the other was. But he had to remember two crucial things.

1. He was a demon. If the one who has laid claim to his body holds any righteous morals, of course he'd have some kind of anger engaging with a demon. It was only natural. If it were him, he'd likely forsake words and just go in for the kill.

2. It could just be for names sake. Most of his words had forsaken all formalities, but if he'd referred to him as "shidi" that at least acknowledges him as the respective owner of the body. Out of the twelve peak lords he was the youngest, so if he chose to ignore the anger for now then just going off "shidi" wouldn't give him many clues. For all he knew it could be one of his martial brothers that left the sect after not getting chosen as the next lord.

But something- no. Everything about him screamed "Shen QingQiu".

Clearly that wasn't right though... Shen QingQiu wasn't even that far behind them.

"I like him! So what!? Is that any of your goddamn business you- you imposter!"

"Tsk shidi," he rolled his eyes, "you really do know nothing."

"Like hell!" He all but stormed off, racing away.

Shen Jiu scoffed and turned the other way, fingers itching for his fan. The bamboo painted one Liu Qingge had given when they'd became peak lords. But surely if he pulled out the fan that was on Liu Qingge's bedside then he'd get even more hotheaded.