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【The Legend of the Heavenly Soul】(12-23) 

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Arriving in an unfamiliar environment, with the room lights

on all night, Qianfan thought he would be

sleepless all night. However, when he opened his eyes again, it was already bright daylight. The bed beside him was empty;

the young prince was nowhere to be seen. Even the blankets were cold, clearly he had been gone for a long time.

Qianfan sat up, feeling somewhat embarrassed. He realized he was just a servant, yet he had woken up later than his master. Even

more absurdly, he remembered that last night, the little guy's member had been inserted into his flower cave the whole time,

even it wasn't unbearably painful, it was definitely uncomfortable, and yet he had been able to sleep soundly under such circumstances…

“You're awake?”

The white gauze curtains were swept aside, and Qianfan felt a beam of light shine in, stinging his eyes.

“Young prince…” He stared blankly at the child before him, speechless.

The little guy stood brightly by the bed, seemingly in a good mood, silently smiling at him. He

was , a long sword hanging at his waist. His long, silver hair, almost reaching the ground, was piled high,

adorned with seven twin-colored hairpins. He lifted the bed curtains with one hand, his other hand resting naturally on the hilt of his sword; even at such a young

age, he possessed an innate air of authority. Qianfan suddenly felt a pang of shame, lowering his eyes and softly asking, "

Why didn't Your Highness wake me?"

"Seeing you were so tired, I let you sleep a little longer." Mingye leaned down, his small face close to Qianfan's,

lightly pecking at his lips a few times. His kissing skills were quite refined, clearly honed from some unknown teacher. His wicked little hand, taking advantage of Qianfan's inattention

, stealthily touched his smooth, alabaster body, from his neck to his chest, inch by inch, lightly probing.

Qianfan felt a sharp pain in his chest, involuntarily letting out a soft "Ah!" as his chest involuntarily thrust forward.

Looking down , he saw that the little fellow was mischievously pinching and squeezing one of his nipples. "Mmm...no...

ah..." Qianfan turned her face away shyly, a strand of her dark hair falling onto her fair chest, making her bright red

nipples even more alluring.

Mingye narrowed his eyes slightly, sticking out his little tongue to lick his lips. "I think it's time for me to have breakfast

..." he said, slowly moving closer to his chest. "Good girl, open your breasts, let me satisfy my craving..."

Qianfan wasn't used to having her breast milk suckled, but she couldn't bear to disobey the child's wishes. She could only

watch stiffly as his large head drew closer, almost crying, pleading, "Your Highness

...I...I won't..."

"Your Highness, it's getting late, we should set off." A female official's urging voice came from outside the gate, interrupting the

intimate moment.

Mingye cursed under his breath, losing interest, and released Qianfan. In truth, he had already eaten. For someone accustomed to long hours

without sleep, four hours of sleep last night was a luxury. Before dawn, he

summoned a maid, rose without disturbing Qianfan, washed and dressed, then finished reviewing

the documents he'd only half-read the night before and dealt with some urgent official business. His current actions were merely a deliberate attempt to tease the naive Qianfan

.

Watching her snow-white breasts swell considerably under his teasing, Mingye plucked

two and, with lightning speed, snapped them onto Qianfan's nipples, sealing them

tightly.

Qianfan jolted violently in pain: "Ah!! Your Highness, you…"

"This is to prevent you from squeezing out the milk yourself. Without my permission, these two rings won't loosen.

Don't waste your time trying to remove them." Remembering the sweet, honey-like juices, Mingye's mouth watered, and

he managed to swallow with great effort. He was trying to soothe Qianfan's pain by massaging his breasts,

but his good intentions backfired, making Qianfan's breasts swell even more. Hearing Qianfan's suppressed moans of pleasure,

he sheepishly stopped. "Just bear with it a little longer, I'll help you suck it out when I get back,"

Mingye said, turning to leave.

Qianfan felt a sudden pang of panic and quickly grabbed him, asking, "When...when are you coming back?" He

couldn't explain the ominous feeling that had suddenly arisen within him.

Mingye turned back and saw his anxious expression, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "You've probably seen the news reports,

today is the Dragon Prince's wedding day. I have to attend the ceremony, I might be back later." He then

kissed Qianfan again, whispering in his ear, "Massage yourself when you have time, make sure you produce enough milk, then you can feed me properly

tonight !"

Qianfan was speechless with embarrassment, staring blankly as the lecherous little devil laughed and swaggered away.

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What children find most unbearable is when their parents unilaterally arrange their entire lives, saying things like,

"This is all for your own good; you'll understand our good intentions later,"

and other such nonsense… And what parents find most unacceptable is when their usually quiet and obedient child stages a dramatic elopement

at their wedding , causing them to lose face. That's right, the Dragon Prince has disappeared. Taking advantage of the chaos in the palace just before the wedding, he secretly slipped away. The young Dragon King and Dragon Queen were petrified upon hearing the news. Fortunately, the elder beside them was lucid. He glanced at the two , shook his head, and ordered all available palace servants to conduct a thorough search, leaving no stone unturned, and to bring the Crown Prince back as quickly as possible. Those palace servants with assigned tasks continued to perform their duties, ensuring the honored guests in the wedding hall were not neglected. What a joke! Even His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor was already seated at the head table. If they couldn't find that little rascal, how would they clean up this mess? Actually, the Dragon Prince was only seventeen. Although gentle and refined, he was still in his rebellious phase, and his mind was inevitably restless and unruly. After repeatedly protesting to his parents that he didn't want to marry a woman he had never met, but to no avail, the good boy finally did his first major act of self-determination—he hardened his heart and ran away! Unfortunately, during the wedding preparations, he was constantly watched and couldn't find an opportunity until the wedding ceremony...

























On the day of the wedding, he managed to escape amidst the chaos of the palace servants.

The lifespan of the gods is very short, at most only fifty years. Sixteen or seventeen is the ideal age for marriage, especially for royalty who

have the obligation to continue the family line, thus encouraging early marriage and childbirth. The Dragon King and Dragon Queen were young lovers in this way

, and are now only in their early thirties. They only met for the first time at the wedding, but remarkably, both

retained a childlike innocence and were open to new things. In their subsequent interactions, they gradually discovered each other's strengths, and over a decade

later, their love has only grown stronger. Therefore, the couple completely fails to understand their son's feelings.

The wedding was delayed, and the officiant explained: the bride was too nervous and unwell; please

wait a moment, guests.

Mingye sat bored in his seat and yawned. Immediately, someone coldly reminded him, "Mind

your image!" Mingye quickly shut his mouth, glancing listlessly at Weichen behind him, wondering if this guy was really

not even twenty years old. Why did he act like an old man all day long, always meddling in everything?

Wei Chen was the former Demon Lord's appointed tutor and personal bodyguard for Ming Ye. Tall and slender, he was more than

a model's man , with shoulder-length silver hair neatly combed and tied into a single strand hanging over his right shoulder. This

tutor was also quite handsome, but unfortunately, he was cold, rigid, and unsmiling, like a perfect computer

program —emotionless and incapable of error.

There were quite a few children of similar age to Ming Ye present, all nobles and royalty invited by their parents to witness the ceremony.

Unfortunately, both gods and humans looked down on the silver-haired, silver-eyed remnant of the demon race. Several

boys seeing Ming Ye for the first time were quite amazed, busy whispering and commenting on him, their eyes constantly

scanning him with a contradictory mix of greed and disdain. Normally, Ming Ye would be very sensitive to such gazes, but

today was preoccupied with something new and didn't pay much attention to those blatant stares.

Whenever he had a moment of free time, his mind was filled with images of Qianfan's alluring beauty in bed—her delicate, smooth skin,

her long, flowing hair, her passionate moans,

her tempting flower-like opening… Once he tried it, he could no longer resist. The taste of this forbidden fruit was like poppy, drawing him in and making

him unable to . Erotic images flowed like a clear spring, endlessly gushing forth; at the height of his arousal,

a small fire burned in his lower abdomen.

Mingye coughed lightly and said to Weichen behind him, "It's too stuffy in this hall. I'll go for a walk myself. You

don't need to come with me. I just want to get some fresh air. I'll be back before the ceremony."

The icy bodyguard's face darkened, but he finally nodded.

~~

...

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??? This was Mingye's first time visiting the Dragon Palace, and he was extremely curious about this underwater temple. Afraid of being late, he dared not

wander far, only pacing back and forth in the garden near the main hall, observing the wondrous barrier structure of this Dragon Palace.

??? To help distinguished guests from various countries from the land better adapt to this underwater world, the dragon race had gone to great

lengths to make this corner resemble a land environment, complete with flowers, trees, and even creating

a virtual scene of blue skies and bright sunshine. However, this was, after all, a crystal palace hidden 30,000 miles below the sea. Occasionally,

some clumsy little fish would unwittingly wander into the barrier. Mingye looked up and saw a brightly colored tropical fish brush

past a "bird" soaring through the sky! His childlike heart stirred, and he pointed and burst into laughter.

??? "What do you see? Why are you laughing so happily?"

??? Upon hearing the voice of the newcomer, Mingye's laughter abruptly stopped, his entire body tensing up, his good mood vanishing completely

. He lowered his head to calm his nerves before a slight smile played on his lips as he turned and bowed to the newcomer. "

Greetings, Fourth Prince."

This Fourth Prince was the fourth brother of King Shayunluo. Shayunluo was a fire-controlling clan in the Heavenly Realm, all its members possessing golden eyes and red hair.

The Fourth Prince was only in his early twenties; by human standards, he was an undeniably

handsome man , with eyes like cold stars, unparalleled beauty, and unfathomable power, hailed as the guardian war god of the Heavenly Realm.

Unfortunately, he was also a highly controversial figure.

Intermarriage between different races was always considered a grave taboo among the gods. For some unknown reason, long ago, the Heavenly Emperor

issued a decree strictly forbidding marriages between different divine races. But this Fourth Prince was the first to dare break this heavenly rule. His

queen , named Lan Qin, was hailed as the Holy Envoy of the Wind, the strongest seal in the Heavenly Realm. The woman was the queen of the Renqian clan,

the same age as the fourth prince. She had long, flowing, light blue hair that reached the ground, and large, beautiful, dreamy, and enigmatic eyes, like an

elf who had strayed into the mortal world—almost everyone who saw her thought so. Only those unfortunate enough

to have knew just how formidable this woman was. Mingye was one of those unfortunate victims. He witnessed the woman

smiling sweetly at him one moment, and the next she summoned the Renqian clan's ancestral artifact—

the Wind-Slaying Blade, a massive scythe over three meters long—and brought it down on his head…

??? What was even more deadly was that this terrifying couple, for some unknown reason, simultaneously recognized his

martial arts talent and insisted on taking him as their disciple. Demon Lord Hengye had repeatedly declined the offer from the Heavenly Emperor, saying that his younger brother was

" still young and his foundation not yet stable, and he feared he would fail the two lords' kindness," and so on. He had exhausted all his excuses and good words,

but in the end, the Heavenly Emperor only "appropriately" arranged a training schedule for the poor demon prince,

designating for Mingye to receive special training from two "Grand Tutors" in the Heavenly Realm.

Damn it, how could these hypocritical gods be so kind? Mingye was certain he had offended this

demon Every time he received special training, he was treated like a toy by the two Grand Tutors, and they beat him terribly… Back when he apprenticed

under the Iceberg Bodyguard to learn skills, Wei Chen, though cool, still treated him like a little master and didn't dare to go too far.

But this demon couple simply didn't treat him like a human being, their moves ruthless, almost beating him to death.

This

is truly unbelievable!

Mingye cursed inwardly; every time he saw this person, nothing good ever happened. He lowered his eyelids, his eyes darting

left and right, unable to think of a way to escape.

The Fourth Prince saw this and smiled inwardly. It seemed the little fellow was truly afraid of him; the forced smile on his face was very

strained . The Fourth Prince playfully took a step forward, and Mingye immediately, like a startled bird, instinctively...

He stepped back. His body barely moved before he snapped back to reality, looking up to see the mischievous smile in the Fourth Prince's eyes. He felt both

ashamed and annoyed, but outwardly remained composed, bowing respectfully to the Grand Prince and asking, "

What business does the Fourth Prince have with Mingye?"

The Fourth Prince chuckled, ceasing his teasing. "I do have something to discuss with you. Lanqin didn't come, so

I had ask you for a favor."

Mingye was taken aback. For the

Fourth though he was unwilling, he had no choice but to say, "If I can help, I certainly won't hesitate."

The Fourth Prince stepped forward again. This time, Mingye exerted all his strength to suppress the urge to flee. He kept

his feet firmly planted, allowing the dangerous figure to approach until the tall figure completely enveloped

him , hiding him in shadow. Compared to the Heavenly God of War, he was truly a child

, barely reaching the other's chest.

The Fourth Prince leaned down, whispering in his ear. A majestic aura immediately made it

difficult for Mingye to breathe. The man breathed into his ear, saying, "The Holy Dragon Prince went missing this morning, but he certainly hasn't left the Dragon Palace yet.

Mingye, you are Lanqin's only disciple, having learned her true teachings. I hope you can use the power of the barrier to help me

find the Holy Dragon Prince."

The man's breath tickled his ear, causing Mingye's ears to turn bright

red, and his head to spin. He forced himself to calm down and asked, "The Holy Dragon Prince?"

"The Dragon King's crown prince. You must find him as soon as possible, and you mustn't make any sudden movements. If you

alarm His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, this wedding will turn into a farce."

Mingye smiled bitterly, "Yes, Your Majesty, I will do my best." Then he turned and ran off to "carry out the mission."

As he ran, he cursed the entire dragon clan in his mind: Damn it! There are just too many idle

troublemakers in this world! That Holy Dragon Prince, of all people, had to choose such a big day to run away. Was he out of his mind?

If he got caught, where would he have a place in the dragon clan?

The old Dragon King was shameless too. Everyone says "family scandals should not be aired in public," and this prestigious celestial clan, after

such a disgraceful incident, dared to tell everyone and go to all the trouble of searching for his son? He deliberately ran away from the marriage. Even if you

find him, do you think he'll obediently go through the wedding ceremony? There might be a whole lot of trouble afterward.

The Fourth Prince was also an idiot. How could he entrust this matter to him? Didn't he consider that he was a little devil

who thrived on chaos ? Help find someone? Pshaw, who cares! Just wait and see the dragon clan make a fool of themselves.

Heh...

After a round of cursing, Mingye smiled wickedly. Overconfident and carried away, he didn't notice the ground suddenly soften beneath his feet, and the scenery before him changed in an instant. "Ouch—

! " he cried out, as if he had fallen into a black hole, his body plummeting endlessly. Mingye hurriedly recited the Wind Control Technique, a technique taught to him by the Wind Envoy, Lady Lanqin. Unfortunately, in Lady Lanqin's presence, he had always pretended not to have learned it, preferring to be called stupid rather than reveal his true strength. But in this critical moment, he executed the technique smoothly. A gentle breeze arose for him, steadily halting his fall. "The Wind Control Technique of the Renqian Clan?" someone spoke from the darkness. Mingye's head began to ache. Instead of answering, he asked, "Is this a barrier you set up?" He looked around, unable to find a single opening. "Indeed, a perfect barrier. No wonder I didn't even notice and accidentally stepped in . But it's a pity you can't completely conceal your aura. If it were that cunning woman Lan Qin, she wouldn't leave any clues for anyone to follow..." ??? "Insolence!" The aura within the barrier surged, the person seemed to be angered. "You are not allowed to insult Lady Lan Qin." ??? "Strange, didn't you realize I was praising her? Since you are a person who understands filial piety, why are you hiding here while your father and mother are anxiously worrying outside, Your Highness the Holy Dragon Prince?" ??? "Are you one of the people ordered to capture me?" ??? The Dragon Prince, his identity revealed, brandished his Dragon Fang Dagger, leaped behind the intruder, and seized him with a swift movement, the sharp, cold tip of the blade pressed directly against the man's waist. Saint Dragon Prince was somewhat taken aback. The waist in his arm was slender. The person had spoken rudely, but the accent was childish , suggesting they were probably just a child. His guard relaxed slightly: since this child knew how to use the Wind Control Technique, they must be a member of the Renqian clan. But then he thought, something didn't make sense. If they were from the Renqian clan, how could they dare to insult Lady Lanqin? Saint Dragon Prince softened his tone and asked, "Who exactly are you? How did you intrude into my barrier?" Hearing the voice coming from above, Mingye's face fell: Damn it! Even an idiot is taller than him. No wonder Qianfan kept calling him "child, child." He definitely had to stop him from calling him that when they got back. With a cold snort, Mingye replied irritably, "It's pitch black inside the barrier, you can't see anything. Make it brighter here, then you'll see who I am, won't you?" Surrounded by darkness, he didn't notice the person behind him had flushed red, but the two bodies pressed tightly together made the sensitive Mingye immediately realize that the person's body temperature had risen slightly—either shame or anger. "Ha, you're not going to tell me you don't know how to manipulate the light inside the barrier, are you? Wahahaha ..." He couldn't stop laughing, completely ignoring the dagger at his waist. "You...don't laugh!" Who dared to mock him like that? The Holy Dragon Prince was extremely embarrassed, wishing he could strangle the quick-witted like a pest. That unrestrained laughter was incredibly infuriating. The Holy Dragon Prince 's hand reached up, wanting to grab the little guy's neck and stop him from laughing. Suddenly, his arms were empty— "Trying to catch me? You're still a bit too young." The child's voice sounded behind him. "How about I teach you how to create a perfect barrier ?" The words had barely left his lips when the surroundings suddenly opened up, and the two found themselves on solid ground, standing in the very imperial garden . "Instant teleportation?" The Holy Dragon Prince was shocked. Looking more closely at the person before him, with silver hair and silver eyes, and a delicate, exquisite face filled with a captivating, wicked smile, he asked, "You are... a demon?" This was no longer a question. There was no mistake; he was not only a demon, but of very high status, because instant teleportation was a profound skill among demons.















































































The secret techniques of the Ao clan cannot be learned by anyone who is not of royal status .

~~ ... He had heard that Prince Mingye's beauty was unparalleled, captivating all who saw him. Even the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son defied the Emperor 's orders for him, ultimately leading to the tragedy of "Heavenly Punishment," a taboo sealed away in the Heavenly Realm for three years, which no one dared to mention. The Heavenly Punishment's term was finally nearing its end… Mingye was a person who hated trouble. To be honest, if he had a choice, he certainly wouldn't want to get involved in this mess. He shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Originally, your wanting to elope had nothing to do with me. Even if the Fourth Prince had spoken up, I wouldn't have bothered. I was thinking of turning a blind eye and letting you escape. But you just happened to find me. If the Fourth Prince asks, I'm not sure my acting skills can fool him. I don't want to get beaten up, so you'd better come back with me." The Holy Dragon Prince smiled, "Actually, there is a way. I'll defeat you here, won't that solve it?" A gentle breeze blew , and his emerald green hair swayed in the wind, soft as the most beautiful seaweed on the seabed. The hair , bound in a long lock, was tied with a light green silk ribbon. The Holy Dragon Prince gently lifted his hand and removed the ribbon. Ming Ye immediately recognized it as the Dragon Clan's heirloom artifact—the Azure Water Silk. "Are you going to fight me?" Ming Ye's silver eyes narrowed, a smile playing on his lips. "Your divine life is only a few decades long, gone in the blink of an eye. Why be so stubborn? Why insist on finding your so-called freedom?" The Holy Dragon Prince's hand trembled, and the Azure Water Silk unfurled in the air, gently floating down to cover the Holy Dragon Prince's head. A hint of contempt flashed in his eyes. "For a demon like has no meaning. You wouldn't understand. I've always lived according to my parents' orders, and gradually I've lost sight of who I am, and what I truly want. If I don't leave, I will forever lose myself." The Holy Dragon Prince waved his hand, and the Azure Water Silk shot straight at Ming Ye's face. Mingye reached out to block, but the azure silk ribbon wrapped around his wrist. After exchanging greetings, the Holy Dragon Prince said, "Actually, I didn't want to fight you either, but I had no choice . I concede." The tangible ribbon vanished instantly, shattering into a string of water droplets on Mingye's wrist with a "whoosh." The droplets landed and rose again , instantly forming a green water barrier that surrounded Mingye. The barrier narrowed and narrowed, quickly tightening around him . The entire sequence of events was completed in the ticking of the second hand. The emerald water gradually formed a whirlpool. Those trapped within it could not only not breathe but also endured immense pressure from the seabed twenty thousand miles below. The Holy Dragon Prince had already shown mercy, not displaying the full power of the Azure Water Ribbon. Looking at the blurry, thin figure in the whirlpool, he felt a pang of pity and pleaded, "Your Highness, we have no enmity. I don't wish to hurt you, and please don't force me any further." "Hurt me? What do you mean? Holy Dragon Prince, you think too highly of yourself." A clear, childlike voice rang out behind him again. The Holy Dragon Prince was startled and turned around, but the person had vanished . "Hehehe... How foolish. The freedom you pursue is nothing but a mirage, illusory and unreal, existing only in your ideals. I advise you to cherish what you have." "What I have?" The Holy Dragon Prince looked around at the countless mirrors that had sprung up from the ground, each reflecting that beautiful yet hateful figure, omnipresent. He scoffed, "A person who can't even decide their own affairs is already ridiculously impoverished. What's the point of talking about possessing anything?" "What you gain at the cost of freedom is the love of your parents, and the trust and expectations of your people. Only when you realize you've lost these things will you understand what true poverty is." The child's voice was calm, yet it carried a barely perceptible sorrow. The Holy Dragon Prince could tell that he could have used the Azure Silk Ribbon to shatter all the mirrors while Mingye was speaking, but for some reason, he didn't. Instead, he listened quietly to Mingye's words. Was he truly determined to leave? His heart, unknowingly, wavered. "Don't listen to him! This demon is talking nonsense! Don't be fooled!" Someone suddenly shouted, and a crescent-shaped blade of light circled around the Holy Dragon Prince, shattering all the conjured mirrors . "Who is it?!" Mingye, forced to reveal himself, angrily questioned the newcomer. A young man, slightly older than the Holy Dragon Prince, stepped out from the side, a large sword slung over his shoulder. Mingye, unsure of where he had been hiding, focused his spiritual energy on the man, scrutinizing him from head to toe, finally concluding, " So, he's human!" The man's aura was so faint that Mingye, focused solely on the Holy Dragon Prince, had overlooked him. The man chewed gum as he introduced himself, "I am the Crown Prince of Mi Kingdom, named Shouwang Luoyue." Mingye looked at him, feeling a strange familiarity with his face, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't be sure. The man 's eyes were too ferocious and too lewd, giving off a very unsettling feeling. Mingye chuckled, "Shouwang Luoyue, huh? Alright, I'll remember you." At that moment, he had no idea that this man's appearance would bring him irreparable regret in the near future . Dear beautiful ladies, this little story actually features multiple dominant and submissive characters. 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Although the Mi Kingdom is a human nation, it is renowned throughout the realms of humans, demons, and gods because it has consistently

dedicated itself to researching a non-natural power capable of rivaling divine power, and its achievements are remarkable.

Luo Yue walked to the Holy Dragon Prince's side, gesturing towards Ming Ye with his chin: "Why listen to his rambling?

Haven't you had enough of this cage? Hurry up and kill him, then leave. Once you're in the Mi Kingdom, I

guarantee no one will dare bother you."

The Holy Dragon Prince glanced at Luo Yue, took a few steps forward, deliberately keeping his distance, and then

said matter-of-factly: "According to the agreement, you only need to help me leave the Dragon Palace. I'll

handle the rest; you don't need to worry about it." His words carried a subtle air of superiority.

Luo Yue was displeased but couldn't lash out, so he tried to back down: "That's a matter for later. Let's deal with this demon

first to avoid further trouble." The current battle needed to be resolved quickly. Even if the Holy Dragon Prince's

resolve to leave had wavered, and the fight took place inside the barrier, there was no guarantee that everyone's aura would be completely

concealed . If those outside sensed the battle energy, they might be able to track them down.

Luo Yue's concerns were not unfounded.

Meanwhile, the Fourth Prince, who had quietly slipped into the barrier, was leisurely leaning against a large tree, observing

the situation . He didn't intend to intervene for the time being.

Hidden in the shadows, he wanted to carefully observe how Ming Ye would handle the current predicament. This little disciple's talent was

the highest he had ever seen among children, even surpassing his own at a young age. If he put

in the effort , his future achievements would be limitless. Unfortunately, the child seemed completely uninterested in magical cultivation.

Even though his wife and he forced him to practice twice a week, he only went through the motions.

The three below were completely unaware of being watched. Mingye, who had cast the barrier, was even more surprised that his masterpiece would be

so easily dismantled.

Luo Yue stared at the longsword at Mingye's waist, pointed the broadsword on his shoulder forward, and struck a provocative pose: "

I heard that the Fourth Prince of Shayunluo took you as his disciple, so your swordsmanship must be quite impressive. Why don't

we have a match today?"

Mingye smiled and shook his head: "Once my sword is drawn, it must draw blood. Let's not compete. This

sword is just for decoration." His right hand naturally stroked the hilt of the sword, a fighting spirit surging within him. In that instant,

memories flooded back like a torrent. As if burned, Mingye quickly withdrew his hand, his face turning slightly pale.

The inescapable nightmare reappeared. Although three years had passed,

he could not forget that incident for a single moment during those thousand-plus days—the sword in his hand piercing deeply into that man's chest, severing his heart meridian,

blood gushing out, his heart screaming, "No! No! Stop!" But he couldn't stop, because that man had to

be killed. His hand gripping the sword was unwavering, merciless, without a tremor, piercing that man's chest as easily as

tearing through a sheet of paper… From then on, whenever he held a sword, the lingering image in his mind would

appear again and again, filling him with regret, suffocating him, and causing him excruciating pain…

The Fourth Prince was also quite frustrated by his apprentice's refusal to use the sword. He sent people to conduct a thorough investigation, but still

couldn't understand why his apprentice was so resistant. Given the current situation, the Fourth Prince was actually hoping that the

human named Luo Yue could force Ming Ye to draw his sword.

The more the other party refused, the higher Luo Yue's fighting spirit grew. Without wasting any more time, he lowered his body,

placing horizontally, and pushed off the ground with all his might, thrusting straight at Mingye.

No matter how high his martial arts skills were, he was still only human. Before he could even move, Mingye had already seen through his

attack. He simply stood still, letting the blade point directly at his throat. When the silver light

was less than a centimeter from his neck, he suddenly activated his Heavenly Soul Power, instantly enveloping his entire body with protective true energy,

forcefully blocking the blade's momentum.

"You're just a human," Mingye coldly reminded him.

Luo Yue looked up and smiled: "Is that so?" Before he finished speaking, he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with his left hand, and with his free right hand, he pushed against

the end of the broadsword with all his might. Forged from some unknown metal, the blade gleamed with a strange dark luster, actually

advancing a few inches, showing a tendency to break through the true energy defense barrier.

The two forces were locked in a stalemate when Mingye suddenly frowned and instantly moved. Losing his

power to fight back, Luo Yue staggered, almost falling to the ground. He angrily cursed, "You... coward! You can't win, so you run away

?"

Not far from him, Ming Ye reappeared, looking thoughtfully at the specially crafted knife in his hand. But there was no time for

him to ponder; a flash of green light, and the Azure Water Silk Blade swept over, wrapping around his hand. The Holy Dragon

Prince Your Highness Ming Ye, this fight is truly unjust. Why insist on entangled here? Why not just pretend you never saw me?"

This guy was finally getting serious. Ming Ye felt the divine artifact on his wrist activated, constantly trying to control

the water in his body. The fluid in his blood vessels began to flow sluggishly, and his heartbeat became irregular.

The silver eyes followed the emerald green satin, slowly moving across the surface before finally settling on the Holy Dragon Prince's face. Mingye replied calmly,

"You're right. Many conflicts in the world are pointless, yet they still occur. Letting you go is easy, but

how will I explain this to the Fourth Prince?" Some situations are incomprehensible to others, understood only by oneself. The Demon Clan is now

the target of everyone's ire , facing an extremely difficult situation. Countless people are watching coldly, waiting to witness the Demon Clan's demise. At this

critical juncture, he has no choice but to swallow his anger and remain loyal to the Divine Clan. Despite his reluctance, he dares not

make the slightest mistake. If any weakness falls into their hands, the Divine Clan could easily fabricate a charge and wipe out the Demon Clan .

Before the Demon Clan submitted to the Heavenly Realm, they lived in the frigid lands of the far north. The harsh allowed the Demon Clan to develop a unique ability to manipulate ice and snow. Meanwhile, the exceptionally talented little devil , was subjected to weekly special training by the fourth prince of the Fire Clan. After two years, Mingye found manipulating fire easier than manipulating ice and snow. He could contend with the Holy Dragon Prince's Azure Water Silk, regardless of whether it was fire or ice, but Mingye harbored resentment towards the gods and refused to use the magic taught to him by the fourth prince. The Azure Water Silk could control all liquids in the world, including bodily fluids like blood and sweat, but that green...















The forging blade tightened around him, and Mingye felt his entire arm go numb and numb, forced into a defensive posture. He had become extremely

passive . The Dragon Clan were renowned martial gods in the Heavenly Realm, and once the Holy Dragon Prince seriously engaged him in battle, this fight could not be

taken lightly.

Mingye, with his last ounce of patience, tried to defuse the conflict: "Holy Dragon Prince, you are the heir of the Dragon Clan. You no longer have

the right to be willful. Abandoning your parents and clan is utterly irresponsible, not the behavior of a

true man For the rest of your life, you may gain the freedom you crave, but you will live

in constant regret and self-reproach, despising even yourself. Is such a price worth it?"

Before the Holy Dragon Prince could react, another person interjected. Luo Yue curled his lip, grinning wickedly: "The demons

are really good with words! Haha, you dare to talk about men? Someone with homosexual tendencies dares to teach other

men how to be men? It's hilarious, hahaha...

" "Luo Yue, don't be so presumptuous!" Seeing the child's face turn cold, the Holy Dragon Prince had to reprimand

his ally. He didn't know how capable this little demon king was, but if he angered him, the situation would only become more difficult to

manage.

Everyone knew about the homosexuality Luo Yue was referring to. In the past, the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son, Shen Tiankui, and the Demon Lord's

son, Prince Mingye, had been too intimate, leading to widespread rumors of an unspeakable ambiguous relationship.

They were only a few years old then; even if they were close, they were at most childhood friends. But

public opinion is , and the scandal involved the Heavenly Family. Later, in a fit of anger, the Heavenly Emperor used the cruel punishment of "Heavenly Punishment" to force his youngest son

into a three-year slumber, gradually calming the public opinion. A god's life is only a little over forty years, and three years of slumber is already a

severe punishment. Now, three years have passed, and Prince Kui still shows no sign of waking up. It's fine for uninformed bystanders to

talk about it as a joke, but to say it to the person involved is an impolite provocation.

After Mingye's face turned cold, he immediately raised a smile even more chilling than the far north: "You

human, do you really not want to live? Do you even have the right to gossip about this?"

The Holy Dragon Prince keenly sensed that the Little Demon King was truly enraged; even the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to change.

His allies also sensed it, but they didn't take the Little Demon King's anger seriously at all. The Heavenly Emperor had issued

a decree —demons must not harm humans! Luo Yue must have been certain that Prince Mingye wouldn't dare disobey the Heavenly Emperor's order

and harm him, a human, which is why he kept provoking him.

Luo

Yue scoffed at this famous "romance" in the Heavenly Realm: "Hmph, that idiot Shen Tiankui

deserves it! He should have just been a dutiful son of the Heavenly Emperor, revered by all ages. Instead, he was overcome by lust at a young age

, unable to resist the allure of the demons' beauty. That's why he defied his father to protect the despicable demons, ultimately

ending up disgraced. That's why people say the demons are an ominous race; anything bad will happen if you get involved with them!"

He then cast a warning glance at the person beside him, as if implying: Learn from this example.

The Holy Dragon Prince's expression changed drastically upon hearing this: "Luo Yue, you… how dare you be so rude!"

Even if Prince Kui wasn't favored by the Heavenly Emperor, he was still a member of the Heavenly Family, the head of all gods. How

dare a mere mortal like you mock him in the realm of the gods?

A gust of wind swept through the air, and the Holy Dragon Prince quickly stepped in front of Luo Yue, urgently saying, "Your Highness Mingye, the Heavenly Emperor has

decreed: Demons are forbidden to harm humans. Do not test the law..."

"Get out of my way!" His bangs obscured his expression, and Mingye's words seemed to be spat out between clenched teeth;

though his voice was soft, each word struck a chord deep within. "This person dares to speak ill of Kui in front of me; he should be

prepared to die." He raised his head, his face expressionless, like a beautiful, emotionless sculpture. "

Holy Dragon Prince, you have only recently inherited the Dragon Clan's divine artifact and have not yet fully mastered the power of the Azure Water Silk. You are no

match for me now. I have this man's life. If you value the greater good, then leave this matter alone and hurry

back to the palace to complete your wedding. Don't let the dignitaries from various countries laugh at your Dragon Clan. If you insist on forming an alliance with this man and leaving together

… then don't blame me for being impolite."

The Holy Dragon Prince hesitated. Luo Yue stepped forward: "What are you afraid of? With us joining forces, how could we not defeat him?"

Ming Ye sneered, "Then let's see what happens."

He flicked his right wrist, instantly snatching the green silk wrapped around his wrist. With a sharp shake, a surge of cold air rushed

upwards, instantly freezing the Azure Water Silk. Caught off guard, the Holy Dragon Prince felt a sharp pain in his palm as the cold air flicked him away,

sending the Azure Water Silk flying from his hand.

Luo Yue roared, leaping up and slashing down with his sword. Mingye neither dodged nor evaded, his expression solemn. He opened his palm and

directly blocked the blade. The power of his Heavenly Soul erupted within him. The gleaming blade was only a hair's breadth away from his hand,

yet it could not touch him. The power collided in the air, bursting forth with countless rays of light. Mingye couldn't help but praise, "What a fine blade! To

actually withstand the power of the Heavenly Soul, the people of Mi Kingdom are indeed remarkable. Originally, I thought that using the power of the Heavenly Soul to deal with

a human like you would be somewhat unfair, but now it seems that my worries were unnecessary."

Seeing that he couldn't gain any advantage by continuing the stalemate, Luo Yue had no choice but to sheathe his sword and retreat. Hearing his opponent's affirmation made him somewhat

smug, but he didn't notice that the tough blade had already developed several small cracks from the previous attack.

"This time it's my turn."

The childish voice had barely fallen when Luo Yue's vision blurred, and Mingye had already gripped his throat. Enraged, the little demon king unleashed

his ultimate technique, teleportation—a profound secret skill of the demon race, incredibly fast, like light and lightning, impossible to predict. Even

the Heavenly War God, leaning against a tree watching the battle, could only barely discern Mingye's movement trajectory, relying on experience to

predict his next move. The Fourth Prince secretly sweated; if he didn't intervene, the human child's life

would be in danger. If someone was killed, how would the Heavenly Emperor punish his little disciple

? The Holy Dragon Prince shared the same worry, "Your Highness Mingye, please calm down! This person was just speaking casually; freedom

of speech is always respected in the Heavenly Realm. He doesn't deserve to die."

Luo Yue, almost suffocating from the restraints, felt weak in the knees, inwardly cursing: Damn it! You idiot, why are you

still arguing with him at this crucial moment? Just do it already and show him what's what!

Seeing Luo Yue's face turn pale, and the little demon king ignoring his words, the Holy Dragon Prince knew that if this continued, someone would surely

die . Without further hesitation, he chanted an incantation. The emerald green silk that had melted on the ground immediately came back to life.

It came closer, like a crouching azure dragon, winding its way towards Mingye's feet. Reaching Mingye's feet, it instantly

transformed into a pool of flowing water, seeping into the ground and disappearing.

Mingye was determined to kill that man, and by the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late. His feet

seemed rooted to the ground, a force pinning them firmly, unable to move an inch, and teleportation was obviously impossible

. Mingye tried to lift his foot, but it felt like being bound by a massive boulder, too heavy to move. It was Bi Shui

Kong Ling's doing. Mingye glared fiercely at the Holy Dragon Prince.

Meeting his accusing gaze, the Holy Dragon Prince inexplicably panicked, lowering his eyelids, unable to meet his eyes, but

his incantation continued uninterrupted.

Mingye sensed something was wrong. He gradually realized that even his body was beginning to stiffen, and

the hand that had been tightly gripping Luo Yue's neck was now powerless.

Luo Yue seized the opportunity, gasped for breath, and gradually recovered. He seized the opportunity, grabbing Mingye's

hand around his neck with one hand and wielding his broadsword with the other, stabbing it fiercely into Mingye's abdomen.

Even the Fourth Prince thought that his little apprentice would surely draw his sword to save his life. But he merely uttered

a curt , "Overestimating yourself!" His protective inner energy once again enveloped his body, and Luo Yue's sword remained unimpeded,

unable to harm him in the slightest. "I haven't eaten a human in a long time," Mingye said, grinning at Luo Yue, his two sharp

canine teeth gleaming with a sinister light. Luo Yue was startled. Rumor had it that demons lived by eating humans, which was why the Heavenly Emperor had issued a decree to strictly prohibit demons from harming people. But in reality, no one had ever seen how demons actually ate humans. Luo Yue thought, this guy certainly wouldn't want to tear his flesh apart alive and swallow it piece by piece like shredded chicken. The more he thought about it, the more nauseous he became , quickly releasing Mingye's hand, wanting to get away from this terrifying devil. "Trying to escape now? Too late!" The hand gripping Luo Yue's neck tightened again, its delicate white fingertips gleaming with a barely perceptible silver light. High-level demons didn't need to devour a person alive; they could simply drain their life force through skin-to-skin contact. The feeling was strange. Luo Yue felt like he'd just finished a ten-kilometer marathon, incredibly tired, his limbs weak and aching, his mind foggy and drowsy. Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard a roar—"Your Highness Mingye, stop! Release him immediately!" The Holy Dragon Prince was also witnessing demons eating people for the first time. Shocked, he saw his ally slumped, his body hanging like a rag from the little demon's hand, his eyes devoid of light. He was frantic, desperate to save him, and quickly began chanting an offensive incantation. The Azure Water Silk, responding to his call, emerged from the ground, winding around Mingye's legs like green vines, spreading upwards. The snow-white robes seemed to be stained with a layer of emerald green moss. Mingye felt the capillaries in his legs constantly being compressed and bursting; if the moisture seeped into his bone marrow, his legs would be ruined. He could only suppress the moisture with his cold air, covering his lower body with a thin layer of ice to prevent its spread. To his shame, the demons' control over ice and snow was already unparalleled; Mingye had seen his own kind manipulate cold air, easily reaching absolute zero. But even as the son of the Demon Lord, with his exceptional talent, he couldn't seem to reach absolute zero with his own cold air, no matter how much he practiced. The Fourth Prince, who was secretly watching, was so anxious he almost danced in the tree. "You little fool! Your constitution is completely unsuitable for using cold air! And freezing water into ice can only temporarily delay the Azure Water Silk's attack; it's only temporary. Ice and water are essentially the same substance; your cold air can't truly suppress that dragon artifact." But for Mingye, a moment to catch his breath was enough. He shook off Luo Yue, chanted the Wind Control Technique, and his body lightened, floating in the air. His feet finally broke free from contact with the ground, and he regained his freedom. But the Azure Water Silk followed closely . The Holy Dragon Prince shouted, "Rise!" His hand swept across the void, pointing at Mingye. Several jets of water suddenly shot up from the ground. Mingye easily dodged them. The missed jets of water gathered behind him and then poured down, forming a birdcage-shaped barrier that trapped him inside. The cage was filled with water vapor, and the air pressure gradually increased. His blood vessels were compressed, causing his blood to throb and flow rapidly, almost bursting through his skin. Mingye had only mastered the Wind Control Technique to the beginner level because he always pretended not to learn it. Lady Lanqin also took care of his progress and did not teach him any deeper levels of the Wind Control Technique. Within the barrier, his power couldn't be fully utilized , and gradually, he found it very strenuous to keep his body floating in the air. But the moment his feet touched the ground, he was immediately entangled by that ghostly green thing. Mingye was too young and lacked combat experience. Although his life wasn't in danger, he couldn't think of a way to escape. He could only lightly touch the ground with his feet and leap high again before the Azure Water Silk attacked. The demon's figure was light and agile, his waist supple, and his coordination far superior to that of gods and humans. His movements were incredibly beautiful, like a magnificent whirlwind dance. His jade pendants jingled, and his snow-white dress fluttered, like a white lotus dancing between heaven and earth. The Fourth Prince, watching from the sidelines, was furious. His little disciple, trapped in the barrier by the Holy Dragon Prince , although agile and graceful, seemed to be handling the situation with composure and not appearing disheveled, was ultimately being controlled. Why would he rather be at a disadvantage than use the magic he taught him? Water and fire are incompatible; if he were willing to use the fire-casting techniques of the Shayunluo clan, wouldn't he be able to easily break the stalemate? The Fourth Prince was both anxious and annoyed, increasingly unable to understand his little apprentice's thoughts—Fine, I'll force you to act today! He focused his mind slightly, casually waving his hand towards the white figure inside the birdcage barrier. A thin golden thread, almost invisible to the naked eye, shot towards the person in the cage. Mingye's movements abruptly stopped. A powerful force pulled him back to the ground from mid-air. The thin ice he had painstakingly condensed with cold air to slow down the fierce attack of the Azure Water Silk was instantly melted. Without the ice to block him, the moment his feet touched the ground, they were immediately captured by the dragon artifact hidden beneath. Five green water columns shot up, encircling his limbs and waist, rendering him unable to move. He released cold air to cool down the rampaging water. But the sudden intervention neutralized all his chill.











































































































No matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain.

"Hmph! Damn demon, where do you think you're going now?" Upon seeing Mingye captured, Luo Yue immediately

scrambled to his feet. He grinned maliciously, pressed a switch on his bracelet, and a simulated computer keyboard and monitor appeared before him

. Once again, before gods and demons, the power of human technology was displayed. Under Luo Yue's remote control,

a satellite in outer space aimed at a target on the ground and fired a laser beam. The light pierced through the atmosphere, like a meteor

, trailing a long tail, shattering the multiple barriers set up by the gods and demons, and hurtling towards Mingye.

Although the laser's speed was astonishing, to the advanced demons who knew how to use teleportation, it was still as slow as

slow motion in a movie. Mingye could see clearly that the laser beam was actually a sharp arrow, made of

some unknown material that could withstand the heat of atmospheric friction. He sneered inwardly: Humans are too arrogant, thinking

such a thing could harm him? The arrow wasn't destroyed by atmospheric friction, but it was absolutely no match for the flames of the Shayunluo God Clan

. The hellish fires that incinerate the three realms are indestructible. With just a flick of his finger, using

the fire-manipulation techniques of the Shayunluo clan, this arrow wouldn't even harm a hair on his head…

The arrow descended from the sky in the blink of an eye. Mingye stood rooted to the spot, his raised hand

inexplicably lowering itself. He watched the arrow hurtle towards him, suddenly feeling no desire to move. A voice inside him asked

: What is the point of this exhausting struggle to live?

His body was tightly bound by the dragon's divine artifact, and an unknown force restrained his movements.

The gods didn't want him to live, humans wished him dead, and even the demons were ashamed of him, believing his

kneeling before the heavens was an act of cowardice, a disgrace to the demon race… Mingye lowered his head, a bitter smile on his face, and sighed

—what was there to fear in death?

Why should he continue to struggle on?

A clear, sharp sound pierced the air, and stray hairs fluttered in the wind...

Then, the snow-white figure slowly collapsed...

An arrow pierced his chest, blood splattering everywhere...

Everyone was stunned!

The Fourth Prince and the Holy Dragon Prince hadn't taken the arrow seriously at all, knowing he could easily dodge it.

Luo Yue, however, couldn't believe he had succeeded so easily.

"Damn it!" The Fourth Prince was the first to react, leaping down from the tree and catching Ming Ye just before

he fell. "You..." The little apprentice in his arms was deathly pale, his eyes tightly closed, momentarily unconscious from the pain, blood gushing from his

slightly open mouth. The Fourth Prince quickly turned him over to examine his neck and back.

The arrow, about a meter long, with a vicious barb, had pierced Ming Ye's chest, with more than a foot of the arrowhead protruding from his back

, covered in fresh bits of flesh and dripping blood.

Seeing the Fourth Prince's grave expression, the Holy Dragon Prince knew something was terribly wrong. He quickly put away the Azure Water Silk,

dispelled the barrier, and walked to the Fourth Prince's side, wanting to ask about the situation several times but hesitant to speak. The Fourth Prince carefully

brushed aside Mingye's silver hair, revealing a circular healing rune on the back of his snow-white neck. The rune suddenly

emitted a dazzling blue light, then shattered with a "bang." Mingye opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood,

his silver eyes slowly opening.

"How...are you feeling?"

The God of War, who commanded thousands of troops on the battlefield with unwavering composure, now had a slightly unsteady voice.

Mingye curled his lips into a sarcastic smile: "Isn't this perfect, just as you wished..." He wasn't really so stupid as not to know who

the belonged to. Since he was determined to kill him, why was he now

feigning concern? Fourth Prince, who were you trying to fool?

A cacophony of voices drifted from afar. The dragons had finally found their way here. The Dragon King and Queen, seeing

their son, rushed over in ecstasy, embracing and calling him their "darling" for a long time. The Holy Dragon Prince

's thoughts of escaping the marriage had already wavered, but seeing his parents' joyful tears, he couldn't leave. He could only hang his head,

looking guilty. Suddenly

, someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Hey, isn't that the Demon Prince?"

On such a joyous occasion as a wedding ceremony, someone being injured and bleeding was extremely unlucky. The smell of blood made

the gentlemen and ladies present wrinkle their noses in disgust, quickly covering their mouths and noses with their sleeves.

Mingye looked at each face. He was willing to bet that if it weren't for the Fourth Prince by his side, no one would have

cared about his life or death.

The Fourth Prince whispered in his ear, "Don't move around, you'll be alright. Don't be afraid, wait here

for ."

He put Mingye down and went to explain some things to the Dragon King. After exchanging only a few words, the Dragon King

looked at them with a complicated expression. A moment later, he turned to speak to his wife. The Dragon Queen nodded and pulled the Holy Dragon Prince

towards the main hall.

Surrounded by attendants, the Holy Dragon Prince frequently looked back, casting worried and guilty glances at Ming Ye.

Ming Ye didn't hate him, but he loathed the pity he was shown, so

he glared at him fiercely before turning away. Only after the footsteps of the crowd had faded did his silver eyes stealthily glance over again, revealing deep

loneliness and jealousy.

The Fourth Prince was still talking to the Dragon King. Ming Ye looked around; Luo Yue was nowhere to be seen, presumably

having blended into the crowd and gone back with everyone to attend the ceremony. He moved, sitting up on his own, his body covered in

sticky blood. He didn't feel much pain, just cold, very cold… His consciousness was somewhat chaotic and blurry. He

suddenly felt like crying, but this wasn't the place to shed tears…

A meter-long arrow was stuck in his body, unsightly and inconvenient. He gritted his teeth, one hand covering

the wound , the other gripping the arrow shaft, and with a sudden burst of strength, pulled the arrow out—"What are you doing!?"

The roar assaulted his eardrums. Mingye didn't understand why the man was so angry. He threw away the arrow,

struggled to his feet, felt nauseous, and the world spun. The man's strong arm supported him again. "Idiot, didn't I tell

you not to move?"

His vision blurred. Mingye rubbed his eyes. "The Holy Dragon Prince's wedding… I probably…

can't attend… Fourth Prince… please… please convey…

…I want to go back…" He pushed away the Fourth Prince's support and steadied himself, momentarily disoriented.

He couldn't remember where he was going, only vaguely recalling someone asking him when he was coming home, and he

had promised to return soon…

Thinking of this, darkness enveloped him.

This little piece of writing is just my quirky hobby; I like writing fight scenes and explicit content.

Because it's practice, it's not very well written, so please bear with me.

The title has been changed; this story features multiple tops and multiple bottoms. If you don't like that, please move on.

Also, this isn't purely erotic; when there's explicit content, you'll definitely enjoy it, but

please don't rush me to write anything without it.

Finally, I hope you enjoy reading, and I hope you enjoy writing too. Hehe…

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??? In his dream, thorns grew everywhere, the thorns on the vines were long and sharp, there was nowhere

to hide, and with every step, his skin was inevitably cut by the long thorns, until it bled profusely. Once

he stopped, the thorns around him immediately surrounded him, forcing him to continue. Whether he stopped or moved,

he was not in control of his own body, it was extremely difficult. Mingye looked down at his wounded feet, tears gradually blurring his vision



??? Lanqin, who was originally on a visit to another country, heard from the report sent by the Fourth Prince that the Demon Clan's young prince

was seriously injured, in a very dangerous situation, and had fallen into a coma. Without saying a word, she rushed back to Renqian Palace.

??? Lanqin pressed her hand on the child's wound, gathered her inner strength, and cast a healing spell. A blue light enveloped Mingye

's chest, the blood flow slowed down, and his weak, almost stopped breathing slowly regained strength.

After casting the spell, Lan Qin was drenched in sweat. The Fourth Prince, standing beside her, handed her a gauze scarf. Lan

Qin pushed her husband away, raised her slender, jade-like fingers, and gently stroked her child's pale face—the wound must be very painful;

the child's brows were tightly furrowed, and his purplish-white lips parted slightly as he struggled to breathe, gasping

for air . He was a child with strong self-control, unwilling to show weakness in front of others. Lan Qin looked at

the bright red bloodstains on the snow-white sheets, her nose stung, and she almost burst into tears.

"You were by his side, yet you let him suffer such harm?" she questioned her husband sharply, her concerned

gaze fixed on the child's face.

The Fourth Prince stood awkwardly to the side, waving for the servants to leave. He remained silent and offered no explanation.

Unable to bear her husband's silence, Lan Qin abruptly turned her head, her large, azure eyes flashing with a sharp, aggressive

light: "The demons have already surrendered, why haven't you told him the truth? How

long do you intend to keep it from him?"

The Fourth Prince's clear golden eyes responded, rational and cold. Her husband didn't give her an answer, only

glancing at the child on the bed before turning his gaze back to her face, then shaking his head: "It's not the right time yet."

Her husband's attitude infuriated her. Lan Qin narrowed her eyes, lowering her voice: "I don't care

what agreement you have with the Heavenly Emperor, this child, I can't just watch him be harmed. Do you really have the heart

to sacrifice him to complete your plan…"

"Enough!" the Fourth Prince roared, his golden pupils constricting sharply. His usual gentle demeanor vanished instantly

; even when facing his beloved, the Heavenly War God could be cold and ruthless when necessary. His voice

wasn't loud, but every word was authoritative and brooked no dissent: "That plan has far-reaching implications; it's

crucial to the survival of the human, demon, and god realms. You, as the strongest sealer, were chosen to cooperate in its implementation because of your calm demeanor and your

focus on the bigger picture. Now, at this critical juncture, you mustn't let momentary sentimentality ruin

the grand scheme. Lan Qin, put away your pity for him; he's merely a tool. I

don't want yours again."

Lan Qin was slightly taken aback, then laughed bitterly, saying "Fine" three times. She was a proud and arrogant person; she

couldn't refute her husband, and even her pity for her child was powerless against him. She stood up, pointed at

the child and said to her husband, "Next time? There won't be a next time! If this happens again, don't bother sending anyone to call me back.

This child has already come into the world, and my mission is complete. Whatever happens to him from now on, I will

no longer care !" With that, she turned to leave, but after taking only one step, she heard the child in her sleep weakly call out

, "Mother..." She looked down and saw the corner of her robe being tightly clutched in the child's hand. Lan Qin finally

couldn't hold back her tears. Although she longed to reach out and hold that tiny hand that needed her, she ultimately did

n't . She had abandoned this child long ago, fourteen years ago. Now, she no longer had the right to

bear that title from her child.

She raised her sleeve to cover her face, then lowered her hand, her expression returning to its usual composure. She

stood tall and , her elegant and steady steps carrying her out of the house.

The figure in dark blue stopped at the doorway again. Envoy Shi Feng turned back to her "husband" and chuckled, "Take him

away quickly. Demons are not welcome in my palace. Don't let this fellow defile my Renqian Palace..." Her words

trailed off as the child on the bed opened his eyes, looking at her pitifully. Lan Qin hadn't

expected the child to wake up so quickly, but it was too late; the words had already been spoken...

She bit her lip. If she had to give up, she might as well do it thoroughly. Ignoring the child's

sorrowful eyes, she resolutely turned and left.

"Hey! What are you doing?" The Fourth Prince, ignoring his wife's furious departure, saw the frail little

one about to sit up and had to rush forward to stop him. "Your injuries are serious, do

n't move..." "I...don't want to be here..." As soon as Ming Ye spoke, he felt unbearable pain in his chest, and his whole body

trembled uncontrollably. He had woken up at the wrong time; he hadn't heard the important part before, and the first thing he heard was Lady Lan Qin's

hurtful words. Feeling both inferior and proud, Mingye naturally refused to stay a moment longer. "I...return...to...Shuntian City

...won't...cause you...trouble..." he uttered with difficulty, each word almost a gasp.

Knowing his stubborn nature, the Fourth Prince could only gently say, "Alright, alright, don't get out of bed. Your servants are

waiting outside; I'll have them come in and take you back." With all the servants dismissed, the Fourth Prince had to

personally out and give the orders.

The demon envoys, including Wei Chen Wang Yue, had been waiting outside for several hours, deeply

worried and fearing that the gods might take advantage of his wounds. Their patience was wearing thin; they

were considering forcing their way in and taking the young prince away when they suddenly saw the Fourth Prince emerge from the room, giving

them nod. Filled with suspicion, they simply bypassed the Fourth Prince and rushed into the room. Upon entering,

they saw the young prince sitting steadily on the edge of the bed, his complexion poor, but his eyes sharp and showed no signs of fatigue. If it weren't for

the bloodstains still covering his clothes, no one would have guessed he had been injured.

Mingye's lips curled into a habitual, faint smile as he said calmly, "It's getting late. Let's return to the palace."

The demon envoys were stunned, as if they couldn't believe he had recovered so quickly. After a long pause, they all

reacted and hurriedly knelt down to pay their respects, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Mingye exchanged a few more polite words with the Fourth Prince in an old-fashioned manner. His face was still ashen, but he could speak

fluently, showing no signs of being seriously injured. Even the Fourth Prince was surprised by the boy's resilience and could only secretly worry

for him. A little later, the demon entourage finally boarded the aerial fortress and left Renqian Palace.

Back in Shuntian City, Mingye insisted on not having the imperial physician treat his wounds. No matter how much the servants tried to persuade him, he

casually replied, "No need to make a fuss. It's just a minor injury, and Lady Lanqin already treated it

. What's there to worry about?" Annoyed by their pleas, he had no choice but to put on airs and dismiss them, returning to his room alone.

Closing the door, he called out, "Qianfan..." He

called several times, but couldn't find the person. After pacing around the room, the exhausted Mingye

finally collapsed, leaning against the wall, panting heavily. His wound had reopened,

and blood flowed from his fingers

... "What's wrong?"

A pair of hands steadily supported him from behind. Perhaps those hands weren't as strong as the Fourth Prince's, but they were

extremely warm and reliable, allowing Mingye to relax and entrust himself to them. “Qianfan…” he

choked , turning back to throw himself into the man’s arms. Before he could finish speaking, blood welled up in his throat, and he spat it

all over Qianfan.

“You…” Qianfan was horrified, at a loss for what to do. “What happened? Where are you hurt? Why are you spitting blood

so much? Let me see…” He was heartbroken and pulled the child away to check his injuries.

Mingye just stared at him, wanting to laugh at his exaggerated reaction, but for some reason, his usually proud

self-control was completely useless in front of Qianfan, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

“What happened?” Qianfan asked anxiously.

Mingye just shook his head.

There's a kind of sorrow that words can't express. He hugged Qianfan tightly, buried his head in his chest, and

sobbed uncontrollably, letting out all the grief, grievances, despair, and loneliness he had been

suppressing
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