[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 10] Chapter 3

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Chapter Three: Nothing happens out of thin air.

Surrounded by fear, he felt lost and helpless. Everything around him felt so real, yet what he

had just experienced seemed like…

a dream, yes, a dream, a long, erotic dream. In the dream, he was the hereditary Duke of Jingguo, one of the three highest dukes in the Great Hua Kingdom,

encountering various beauties, losing his virginity after many years, and then? He even seemed to have cultivated? Those beauties…

the An sisters, Gao Lianxin, the little demoness from the Demonic Sect, and Li Caiyu, Lan Yue—could it all really be

just a dream ? If this was a blow from heaven, then it truly had to be said that it had succeeded.

Trembling, he turned his palm over; the ensuing tragedy was almost unbearable for Yang Cun to face. But… four inner cores

swirled around his palm, endlessly repeating, their dazzling colors impossible to be fake…

“Damn it, who’s got nothing better to do than mess with me?” Anger rose from his dantian.

After retracting the inner cores, Yang Cun finally knew where he should go.

Through the shop window, Yang Cun saw the face of the Duke of Jingguo, not the "Yang Cun" of this era.

This meant that everything was real; someone had brought him back. Lan Yue…

hailed a taxi, deciding his destination was his home.

Home. Yes, that's right. Damn it, a lifetime of hard work, finally owning a house of his own,

and then he died. The frustration… thankfully, everything in this other world was enough compensation, otherwise it would have been too tragic.

"Ding!" The elevator doors opened. He put his hands in his pockets, walked to the door, looked around to make sure no one was watching,

and took out a spare key from under the doormat. Luckily, he had been careful back then; otherwise, even now

, he wouldn't be able to get in.

"Click," he unlocked the door and went in, his movements as cautious as possible, as if this

wasn't his home and he were a thief.

After locking the door and entering, Yang Cun immediately realized that there was someone else in the house besides himself,

and in the bathroom…

Why should someone else live in the house he bought? Wouldn't all those hard-earned silver notes have been wasted? Enraged

, he wanted to rush over and confront the other person, or at least beat them black and blue first. But his

movement froze the moment the bathroom door opened.

A plain, unremarkable appearance, yet an

air of lewdness ingrained over time that he couldn't shake off. Yang Cun had looked at that face in the mirror for years—wasn't that his past

self? And now, here he was, whose soul was hiding in that body?

Damn it, this is practically a horror movie. In the bathroom, Yang Cun watched his past

self emerge, oblivious to his current position, muttering to himself

.

Yang Cun's speechless disbelief was beyond words. What… what was going on?

Why did Lan Yue bring him back? Standing to the side, watching his other self's every move, the feeling wasn't just about realizing

how obscene his past actions had truly been, but also about a rather strange atmosphere.

Following his other self into the bedroom, he peeked through the crack in the doorway. The large, warm, and comfortable

bed was covered with brand-new, beautiful girl-print sheets…wait, brand new? His gaze stiffly shifted to

the calendar on the bedside table.

June 18th…this…this is the day he moved into his new house? And

when he fell asleep in that big bed in his new home? Watching his other self walk to the bed and lie down comfortably, Yang Cun's mind went blank.

Returning to the last moment before his time travel in this era…what was it all for? His whole body

stiffened . Although a keen sixth sense was usually a woman's prerogative, at that moment, Yang Cun clearly smelled

a warning from the depths of his soul; there was a conspiracy lurking around.

A conspiracy? Perhaps this opportunity would allow him to find out why he had traveled through time?

"Snap!" came the sound of the lights being switched off, plunging the room into darkness. Moonlight

streamed , adding a touch of mystery to the bedroom.

Damn it, it was bright and sunny just a moment ago, how could it be so dark in such a short time?

And so unrealistically dark at that?

He suddenly remembered feeling strange on the day he transmigrated, as if someone was secretly watching

him . But back then, he didn't believe in such nonsense as transmigration and didn't pay any attention.

Could it be that the person watching him back then was his future self? Changed his mind, what kind of horror movie is this?

This is practically science fiction…

Before he could finish his rant, something unusual happened around him. Before this, Yang Cun would never have sensed anything, but ever since

his inner core reached the fourth level and the Flame Dragon inexplicably entered his body, his senses had become exceptionally sensitive.

The air began to distort, someone was tearing at space, the piercing hissing sounds constantly assaulting his

eardrums, but the "Yang Cun" on the bed remained completely oblivious.

As expected, someone had plotted against him. The piercing sound grew louder and louder until it finally

stopped, revealing a strangely shaped figure.

It took him a while to realize it was a person, and it was even doing a handstand in mid-air like a bat. At the

same time , Yang Cun on the bed was enveloped in a burst of light, and slowly, a visible phantom emerged from his body.

It was his own soul.

An uncontrollable rage surged within him. Without even needing to think, Yang Cun tried to move

to see who this bat-like fellow was. Unfortunately, despite his efforts, his feet wouldn't budge an inch.

Without his preparation, and without his body's consultation, it had somehow shifted

its spatial dimension. In other words, Yang Cun was no longer in the same

space as the person who had plotted against him in his past life.

He felt as if he were bound by invisible threads, unable to move, and there was a strange sense of oppression;

every breath was a suffocating pain.

It wasn't that Yang Cun didn't understand; it was just that everything had happened too quickly. Within seconds,

the light had dissipated. Yang Cun saw his soul being collected into a rather unimaginative gourd, and then the person

tried to leave. Perhaps as a side effect of forcibly entering the space, the mysterious figure staggered slightly.

For some reason, Yang Cun felt he should know this person.

Not really, but just a strange sense of familiarity. He'd never seen this back before. The familiarity…

perhaps it was that aura emanating from him? Who… was he? Unwilling to let him go so easily, suffocated by

this inexplicable curiosity, Yang Cun struggled to break free… but couldn't escape the restraints.

The person, however, seemed to sense Yang Cun's presence, paused, and slowly turned around.

Everything unfolded in silence, except for breathing. If he turned his face,

perhaps it would reveal a clear blue sky, but what if it became even more overcast?

He didn't know.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Yang Cun held his breath, his heart pounding in his throat. Time

seemed freeze, unable to even launch an attack at the last second.

Perhaps this was the distance between life and death. Despite having weathered countless crises before

, this was truly bizarre...

The mysterious figure finally turned around, but because he was backlit, his features were obscured, leaving him vaguely unfamiliar.

So where did this overwhelming sense of familiarity come from? Perhaps due to

the prolonged struggle, Yang Cun finally felt the non-existent constraints binding him loosen

somewhat. He met the figure's gaze and calmly asked, "Who are you?"

This was only because he couldn't accurately assess the opponent's strength. If he were absolutely certain, he wouldn't bother with

words and would simply cleave him to pieces with a single palm strike.

The mysterious figure didn't reply, but simply raised his arm. At the same time, Yang Cun's attack was unleashed.

With a muffled "bang," the two attacks collided, emitting a blinding light. The brightness for a moment exceeded

the limits of human vision, causing a complete blindness, rendering everything invisible. And with the attack, the surroundings

became incredibly relaxed; the constraints vanished.

Yang Cun knew that not being able to see was a normal reaction and would soon return to normal. He blinked hard,

trying to figure out which bastard was trying to harm him.

One second… two seconds… one minute… two minutes… his vision was still a blur of white, and he could only hear a lot

of noise .

This was abnormal, extremely abnormal. He felt someone approaching him, but without time to confirm if it was

the mysterious person who had appeared, he punched them in self-defense before he could even see clearly.

The muffled scream that followed was all too familiar. Yang Cun's vision became incredibly clear, and the first thing he saw was

Wang Dong with a bruised eye.

"Ah!" Yang Cun was so frightened that he wanted to back away, saying, "Uncle Dong? You scared me to death." Right, how did he

suddenly come back? In just a few seconds, he could see what he wanted to see. In the instant the bright light appeared,

some images seemed to flash through his mind, but it was too fast to grasp.

"Young Master? You're finally awake! You scared us to death!"

The blinding sunlight, Wang Dong with a bruised eye, and An Qiao with tears streaming down her face, followed by An Ning and

Li Caiyu .

Damn, it's still that world. So I was having sleep paralysis back then? It felt so real? Especially since my whole

body felt like it had been run over by a car, I couldn't even lift my arms.

Wait, I can't lift my arms? Barely managing to move his head, An Qiao quickly placed her arm under his head, and

Yang Cun saw that his entire body was bound by thin red threads.

"This… can anyone tell me what's going on?" The oppressive feeling of being bound in the dream, just

thinking about it in the dream, sent a chill down Yang Cun's spine.

As An Ning stepped forward with concern, Li Caiyu knelt down, repeatedly saying, "This servant

deserves to die , it was this servant's idea…"

"Huh?" Yang Cun was completely confused, but immediately thought of Lan Yue, who had given him that strange feeling;

she wasn't among this group. Thinking of this, he asked, "Where's Lan Yue?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's expression changed, especially Wang Dong's, whose old face turned ashen, as if he wanted to kill

someone.

"Hmph, that bitch, why is Young Master still mentioning her? Just kill her already, so she won't cause you any more trouble here."

Muttering this, Wang Dong dodged aside, and a figure lying disheveled on the ground appeared before him.

Her black hair was disheveled, her face covered in dust, blood trickling from her lips, and her watery eyes were filled with pain and…mockery

. A bright knife was held to her neck, and a red mark had been cut into her snow-white, flawless skin

. The dazzling red contrasted sharply with the extreme white, adding a wild

allure to her disheveled state.

"Can anyone tell me what happened?" He was completely bewildered; how could everyone have acted like they'd all lost their minds

after ?

"Hmph, we were all worried about you, but you, the moment you opened your eyes, all you wanted to do was ask about that vixen."

A sweet disgruntled voice—no one but An Ning would dare speak to Yang Cun like that. Yang Cun looked over,

and An Ning immediately pouted and turned her head away, ignoring him.

"Ningning, don't talk to your master like that." An Ning was still young and didn't understand, so An Qiao naturally

cleaned up any messes. With a gentle reprimand, An Qiao turned back and carefully asked Yang Cun, "Master, can't you remember

anything ?"

Frowning, Yang Cun understood. Even if his feelings seemed like a dream, the reality

was definitely not as simple as a dream.

"I... I think I had a dream?"

"Young Master, you didn't dream. Your soul was stolen by that vixen." He

angrily reiterated. Although it was over, Wang Dong was far from calm, looking

as if he might rush over and tear Lan Yue apart at any moment. That look in his eyes clearly suggested a pitiful, lovable

beauty , but in his eyes, she was less than dog shit.

This old guy, I wonder if he was ever young, if he ever had any impulsive passions, or even…

if he'd ever slept with a woman? Wait a minute… Yang Cun quickly realized he was overthinking things.

But… being possessed? How could such a ridiculous thing happen? It seems that ever since he was first left in

the world of the Vajra Seal by Lin Guan, he's been prone to his soul leaving his body? No, he needs to find a way to stabilize his soul, otherwise, who knows where his unbound soul might wander off to when

he falls asleep ?

"Qiaoqiao, you tell me. Tell me what happened." They

took but after a long time, they still couldn't get a clear picture. Not to mention Lan Yue's condition; after all, they were husband and wife for a day, and Yang Cun

genuinely felt sorry for her, unable to bear seeing such a delicate beauty left standing there.

If it was a misunderstanding, he had to go and comfort her immediately.

"Master, it's like this..." An Qiao's voice was very pleasant, soft and gentle, like a feather tickling

the heart .

"So, Master, it's because you listened to Lan Yue's song and watched her dance that you suddenly collapsed?"

Strange, why didn't he feel anything? Suddenly collapsed? His body shouldn't be injured, right?

"Yes, that's right. Seeing Master like this, Sister Caiyu and I were terrified. Fortunately, Uncle Dong and Guard Yang

came later." An Qiao said, wiping away tears; it seemed the little beauty was truly frightened.

"Uncle Dong, I didn't know you knew so much about soul separation?"

Yang Cun looked up in surprise, meeting Wang Dong's embarrassed smile.

"What are you talking about? Young Master, don't you know me? I'm fine fighting on the battlefield, but

I'm completely clueless about soul separation. It was Caiyu who told me."

After the Yanlong incident, Li Caiyu was initially met with hostility, but now with

Lan Yue, everyone has sided with her.

"Hmm?" Yang Cun's doubts deepened.

"Yes, Sister Caiyu told us that Master had been separated from his soul, and she even taught us how to bring him back. Look,

these threads are what Sister Caiyu taught us to tie, and Master did indeed come back." An Qiao chimed

in , her gaze towards Li Caiyu completely devoid of the blatant hostility she had shown a few days ago.

This time, her curiosity was genuine. She had personally tested Li Caiyu; she possessed no cultivation

or internal energy. How could she know things that even Wang Dong didn't know? And were these threads really

meant to save him? His most vivid memory was of being unable to move in his dream. That

must be closely related, right?

Yang Cun stared intently at her, trying to soften his tone, but he couldn't

suppress his forced smile.

"Caiyu, you know about cultivation?"

He asked casually, seemingly unintentionally, but

he hadn't missed a single expression on Li Caiyu's face.

Seemingly surprised that the topic had shifted to her so quickly, Li Caiyu was visibly startled, a strange light

flashing in her pupils, but she quickly regained her composure, lowered her head, and replied softly, "Replying to Your Excellency, this servant

doesn't know. However, my grandfather once studied it, so this servant memorized some of it."

Ever since he lost control and took her that night, Li Caiyu seemed particularly afraid of him.

Yang Cun smiled kindly, but it was a forced smile. He raised his voice slightly and asked,

"Is that so?"

Li Caiyu's shoulders twitched, but she didn't reply.

Yang Cun frowned and thought for a while, still having too many unresolved questions. For example, how was he

led away by Lan Yue? Was she the legendary female demon? What did she want to do by leading him back? Could it be

that she just wanted to take him to a movie because she thought he was bored?

Most importantly, who was that bastard whose face he couldn't see clearly at the last moment?

"Help me up," he ordered in a deep voice. After An Qiao and the others hurriedly helped him untie the ropes, Yang

Cun tried to get up.

There was someone right in front of him. Why waste his brain cells here if he didn't ask her? He wasn't

that stupid.

"Lan Yue," Yang Cun called out from afar. Lan Yue's body trembled, her expression blank

as she turned her head, and then, without warning, she burst into loud laughter: "Hehehehe..."

"What are you laughing at?" Yang Cun felt a jolt in his heart, a sense of inexplicable oppression surrounding him.

"Hehehehe..." Lan Yue only laughed, not replying. It was clear she had suffered internal injuries, with bright red blood

constantly seeping from her soft, rosy lips.

"Stop laughing." Yang Tongbao scolded sharply, pressing the knife in his hand down a little more.

"Sizzle!" The sound of skin tearing rang out, and a bloody gash immediately appeared on Lan Yue's delicate skin.

"Hehehehe..." The laughter spread through the courtyard, poisoning Yang Cun's nerves like a curse.

Frowning and enduring the uncomfortable feeling, Yang Cun did not lose his temper. His mind became

calmer than ever before, simply waiting quietly for the unrestrained laughter to end.

He should... his feeling couldn't be wrong. Although Lan Yue was laughing, an overwhelming sorrow surrounded her

, a sorrow directed at him.

Everyone except Yang Cun's expression changed drastically. Li Caiyu, in particular, looked at Lan Yue with

an indescribably strange gaze, though no one noticed.

When Lan Yue's strength gave out and her laughter gradually subsided, Yang Cun finally spoke, his voice

unusually .

"What... are you laughing at?"

Startled, Lan Yue turned her gaze to Yang Cun, the entire process incredibly slow, like a... puppet?

Damn, why did such an ominous word suddenly come to mind?

Her consciousness was scattered, her pupils unfocused. Although Yang Cun couldn't guarantee that Lan Yue

could , she had laughed, a different kind of arrogant laugh than before, but a gentle,

subtle smile, a graceful and charming one.

Suddenly, the memory of the stunning beauty he felt when he first saw Lan Yue flashed through Yang Cun's mind, even though he had disguised himself well then,

still maintaining a respectable facade.

"I'm laughing at you, Lord Gong, laughing at your laughable fate."

The soft voice, like a needle, pierced the depths of Yang Cun's soul.

"What do you mean?" Yang Cun's instinctive reaction was to rush over and demand an explanation.

"Hehe..." With a faint laugh, Lan Yue closed her eyes and fell straight backward, crashing into the knife in Yang

Tongbao's hand. Her carotid artery was severed, and with a "sizzle," blood gushed out, instantly filling the air with

the stench of blood.

Before they could even prepare for this sudden turn of events, faced with such a bloody scene, the three women...

All of them turned pale. An Ning, in particular, retched and sobbed on An Qiao's shoulder.

"Quick, save her! We can't let her die!" Yang Cun was far more agitated.

"Young Master, what's the big deal if such a menace dies? You don't lack women," Wang Dong

muttered, in his eyes nothing was more important than Yang Cun's safety.

"Uncle Dong, I don't want to repeat myself. This woman can't die. I want her alive."

Yang Cun stopped, his voice chilling. He had always respected Wang Dong and had never

been disrespectful, but now Lan Yue couldn't die. She must know more inside information, more

things Yang Cun wanted to know. For example, "fate," for example… the incredible good fortune that had appeared in his life.

At the very least, she knew something he didn't, right? She didn't seem like one of those

charlatans.

Wang Dong's heart skipped a beat. Perhaps it was Yang Cun's change in attitude that made him realize things weren't so simple. He obediently replied

, "Yes," and strode forward to help Lan Yue stop the bleeding and save Yang Tongbao.

Yang Cun breathed a sigh of relief and looked back. Li Caiyu, standing behind the An sisters, was also quietly comforting the frightened

little An Ning, showing no signs of suspicion. This woman, who initially seemed so easy to understand, now

seemed increasingly incomprehensible to Yang Cun.

Was she really just a beggar girl? Selling herself to bury her father? If there was an instigator,

why would the person hiding behind the scenes be so certain of bringing her back?

If that so-called instigator truly existed...

However, one thing was certain: she wasn't sent by Prince Ding or the Emperor. Yang Cun had carefully investigated this

. After all, she was his wife; no one wanted to be stabbed in the back. So

who was behind her? And why would Prince Rong so easily antagonize Prince Ding? Just because his son

was arrested? Weren't they planning to conspire and rebel together...?

Damn it, this conspiracy is so complicated there's no buffer period. Before I can even process it, something new

pops up. I might have to make a trip to Tianjin myself.

Little vixen, I hope you won't be all shouting and killing me when you see me this time. After all, I've missed you for so long

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