Chapter 361

Chapter 361: The Withdrawn Sunflower

You You noticed Feng Rong had been acting strangely lately. Though he still stuck close like before, his usual fiery Little Fire Chicken demeanor had become restrained, as if holding himself back. She initially thought this stemmed from merging the Demon God’s memories, causing temporary awkwardness around her.

But his behavior grew increasingly odd. The once confrontational figure now fumbled nervously in her presence. Even when True Gods of the Divine Realm stared at him in disbelief, he’d first glance anxiously at her instead of lashing out, as though fearing misunderstandings.

Whether she inspected the Six Realms, instructed Disciples, or handled sect affairs, he kept stealing glances. Sometimes he’d stare blankly mid-look, torn between wanting to speak and staying silent. For a Demon God, he radiated such intense inner conflict that she wondered if he sought to rival the Nether King’s Business.

At first, she dismissed it as another of his periodic quiet spells. But his self-imposed tension escalated into visible panic, as if losing sight of her for a moment would unravel him completely.

You You finally sighed. "Feng Rong, come out. We’re talking."

Silence.

"You just left! Why sneak back to watch me? I see you behind the bookshelf."

More silence.

Her lips twitched. She marched toward the right bookshelf. The shadowy figure there stirred, his Demonic Energy flickering erratically. As she approached, he abruptly shrank downward.

A flower pot materialized on the floor, wobbling precariously.

You You: "……A bit late to play flowerpot, don’t you think?"

And why a sunflower? Who keeps sunflowers indoors? At least pick a believable disguise!

"Enough pretending!" She rapped the pot, urging him to transform back.

The sunflower trembled, leaves clamping over its face in stubborn denial.

You You felt a vein throb on her forehead. "What’s wrong these days? Spit it out!"

The sunflower stayed mute.

"Tell me what’s bothering you!" She jabbed his stem repeatedly.

He initially endured, then began wriggling comically to evade her pokes. Still, he refused to revert, clinging to his sunflower charade.

"Not changing back? Fine." She turned away. "I’ll leave then."

Two steps later, leaves grabbed her hem. The sunflower finally raised its face – breathtakingly beautiful, if absurd atop a plant body.

You You fought the urge to pluck his sunflower nuts.

Feng Rong’s expression twisted with turmoil, grievance spilling from his eyes as he whispered, "Are you going to Yuan Papa again?"

"What? My reports are done. Why would I?"

"Do you…" His leaves curled tighter around her skirt. "…like Yuan Qi more now? Not me?"

"What’s Yuan Papa got to do with this?"

"Don’t lie!" Resentment thickened his voice. "You always consult him first. Even before regaining memories, you only scolded me, never him! We’re both main deities, yet you punish the Nether King and me while favoring him! You promised to try with me, but trust him more!"

So… this was jealousy?

"You never cared about Yuan Papa before!" He’d clashed with Yuan Qi but never doubted his place.

"Different now." The sunflower drooped, petals wilting. "You’re the Realm Master." Her regained memories contained no trace of him.

He’d believed himself her first companion, an irreplaceable position. Yet she’d shared life-and-death trials with Yuan Qi long before their meeting. For the first time, he felt utterly defeated, clutching her hem like a lifeline.

"You’re the Realm Master…" His voice frayed. "Will you still be my You You?"

Understanding dawned. He feared being excluded from memories where he’d briefly opposed her during the Long Clan’s crisis. That past shadow made their bond feel fragile compared to her complex history with Yuan Qi.

The sunflower stiffened, awaiting judgment.