[Wuxia] The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Complete) - 4-6

The war council for the attack on the Elf Clan, Chapter Thirty-Five of the Legend of the Heavenly Soul, had begun, and all the martial gods who were going to fight had taken their seats. The Fourth Prince searched the entire hall but couldn't find his little disciple. Just as he was wondering about this, a palace maid came to report:

"His Highness Mingye said he was unwell and returned to Shuntian City first."

The Fourth Prince frowned; he doubted the truth of the matter and couldn't help but worry about his little disciple's health. Seeing that everyone else had arrived, he couldn't delay everyone's time for Mingye's sake, so he had to put the matter aside and announce the official start of the meeting.

Meanwhile, Mingye, upon suddenly hearing that his brother wanted to see Qianfan, knew without a doubt that it couldn't be anything good. Unfortunately, the Resurrection Spell had exhausted all his spiritual energy, preventing him from using "Instant Teleportation" to travel between the Heavenly Realm and Shuntian City. In his anxiety, Mingye had to find a palace maid, make up a reason, and appease the Fourth Prince, while simultaneously ordering the aerial fortress to set sail immediately, heading back to Shuntian City.

Back in the Demon Clan's palace, Mingye naturally wanted to settle accounts with his older brother. Upon arriving at the council hall, he didn't even allow his servants to announce his arrival, barging straight in. The Demon Lord Hengye was discussing state affairs with a group of ministers. Seeing his younger brother enter with a sullen face, he roughly guessed what his brother wanted . A hint of anger flickered across his face, but he secretly chuckled to himself: This child! He really can't hold his temper; he's fallen for it so easily.

The ministers, upon seeing the young prince, immediately stopped their conversation and bowed to him.

Mingye impatiently waved his hand, "You may leave."

The ministers dared not move, looking up to consult the Demon Lord.

Hengye merely smiled, saying, "Those here are all high-ranking elders; what can't be said in front of them?"

Mingye's arrival clearly intended to interrogate him, a point his brother surely understood. Yet, the Demon Lord insisted they remain. Mingye sneered inwardly. Did his brother assume he would prioritize the royal family's reputation and wouldn't dare escalate the matter in front of his ministers? Hmph, he was terribly mistaken. Mingye made no attempt to conceal his intentions, asking bluntly, "Why did you want to see Qianfan?"

The Demon Lord's thin lips were tightly pressed together, exuding an imposing aura without anger. His gaze swept across the room, noticing the ministers exchanging suspicious glances.

"Mingye," he began slowly, "you brought someone back from outside the palace without even investigating their background. What if..."

"Investigate what?!" Mingye immediately interrupted, "I know my own people well. It's not your place to investigate!"

"Bang!"

The Demon Lord slammed his fist heavily on the imperial desk. "Insolence! You're not a child anymore. You should know the consequences of your actions!" The Demon Lord was furious, rebuking his brother in front of all the ministers. "Your actions not only damage your own reputation but also the honor of your clan. Wasn't the farce from three years ago enough? Do you want history to repeat itself before you're satisfied?" These words immediately caused a tense atmosphere in the court, everyone holding their breath, trembling with fear. No one could forget the taboo "past" three years ago between Prince Mingye and Shen Tiankui, the youngest son of the Heavenly Emperor. It was said that Shen Tiankui had been punished by the Heavenly Emperor and had not yet awakened…

Kui…

Mingye's heart ached, and a salty, metallic liquid rushed to his throat. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, swallowing the blood. The arrow wound in his chest, aggravated by the surge of blood, made his face turn pale, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

The Demon Lord knew that the person still sleeping in the Heavenly Palace was his brother's fatal wound. Bringing it up now wasn't to humiliate Mingye, but to force him to submit, forcing him to be cruel. Looking at his brother standing below the steps, his proud eyes filled with unfathomable sorrow and self-reproach, Hengye felt a pang of pain. But he steadied himself, and with a stern and unyielding tone, said to his younger brother, "The mortal you brought back from outside the palace is not to be tolerated by the demons. To be frank, I originally intended to send him away while you were away, so that he would never set foot in the Demon Palace again."

Mingye shook his head, "Impossible. No matter where you send him, I will find him."

Heh! Hengye actually chuckled softly, resting his chin on his hand on the imperial desk. "My dear brother..." His voice was gentle, but every word was like a poisoned sword. "Since that's the case, then I'll have no choice but to kill him, cut off pieces of his flesh, and bury them in various parts of the palace. It will be quite a task for you to find him."

"You dare!" Mingye glared at his brother.

Hengye narrowed his eyes and smiled cruelly, "For the future of the demons, there is nothing I wouldn't dare to do! You'd better remember that."

Mingye stood there, speechless for a long time. The whispers of the officials in the court constantly reminded him that there were others present, and he absolutely could not afford to cause trouble. After a long silence with his brother, he finally gave in, bowing and kneeling before the Demon Lord: "Your subject knows his mistake, please forgive me, Your Majesty." He never wanted to experience that feeling of desperately trying to protect someone but being powerless to do so again. With his head lowered, he pleaded: "Please, Your Majesty, show mercy and do not harm Qianfan."

The Demon Lord's voice rang out: "Save his life, I will! But you must promise me one thing."

Mingye had a bad feeling. "Your Majesty, please grant my request." In front

of hundreds of officials in the court, the Demon Lord solemnly announced: "Next month you will turn fifteen. After your coming-of-age ceremony, I intend to arrange a marriage between you and a woman from the royal family." As soon as he finished speaking, a huge uproar erupted in the court, and the officials were in an uproar. But the Demon Lord didn't give them time to adjust, continuing, "The choice of the Queen Consort has been decided; it is Miss Liujia, daughter of the Imperial Uncle, Lord Yilu. Mingye, do you have any objections to this arrangement?"

Hearing this, Mingye fully realized he had fallen into a trap. The person sitting on the throne had used his weakness to achieve his goal of "bestowing a marriage," and now, in the public eye of the court, no matter how clever or cunning he was, he couldn't find a reasonable reason to refuse. Mingye coldly glanced at the Demon Lord and helplessly replied, "No objections. Please, Your Majesty, make the decision." He cursed himself inwardly: Foolish! Who told you to create a weakness for yourself? Serves you right!

Chapter Thirty-Six of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

Mingye understood that the Demon Lord's true intention in bestowing this marriage upon him was to consolidate the power of the three major noble families and quell the elders' growing discontent, so that they would continue to support the royal family's policies. A deliberately arranged marriage held no joy for him. Amidst the congratulations, Mingye left the council hall expressionlessly.

Outside the main hall, the once clear sky was suddenly clouded by a thick layer of clouds, and a light drizzle began to fall. The servants busied themselves fetching umbrellas from a side hall. Mingye stood waiting in the corridor, and in a moment of respite, he took out his phone and called Qianfan again, intending to tell him he could return soon. But the phone rang and rang, and no one answered. Mingye sensed something was wrong. Eager to return home, he couldn't wait for the servants to bring umbrellas and rushed out into the rain.

Back in the bedroom, two young servants were helping Qianfan bathe and cleanse himself.

Qianfan was preoccupied, and only after the servants dried him and dressed him did he suddenly remember that he had left his phone somewhere in the garden. He immediately grabbed the two servants, and together they searched the garden under umbrellas. The raindrops pattered against the umbrellas, creating a continuous patter that masked the phone's ringtone, making the search even more difficult.

The rain intensified, and the sky darkened, obscuring the surroundings and obscuring the distant view. Mingye raced forward, his mind preoccupied with Qianfan's safety. His silver-white figure flashed like lightning, sweeping past the palaces. The rain stung his skin like needles as he ran, and the splashed water stained his pristine white palace robes. The arrow wound in his chest reopened from his vigorous movements… but he ignored it all, wanting only to return to her side and see her gentle, flawless smile…

“Qian… Qianfan…” He nearly collapsed from exhaustion, finally reaching the garden of his palace. But… what were these three doing? Weeding in the rain under umbrellas? Mingye gasped, his eyes fixed on the three figures—one large and two small—darting in and out of the weeds. “What… what are you doing?”

Hearing his voice, Qianfan turned around abruptly and saw the child standing not far away, soaked to the bone. His palace robes were matted and crumpled like a pile of pickled vegetables. His hair was disheveled, with strands of hair falling messily over his delicate face, water dripping constantly. Dark red stains seeped from the front of his robe. Qianfan was startled and scolded him with concern, "Why have you gotten yourself into such a mess again?" He quickly walked to Mingye, shielding him from the rain with his umbrella and wiping his face with his sleeve. Mingye

was relieved to see Qianfan standing unharmed before him. "Why didn't you answer my calls?"

Qianfan hesitated, stammering, "I...I accidentally...lost my phone in the garden..."

Mingye didn't know whether to be angry or amused, "Silly Qianfan! You really scared me to death! You..." Suddenly, everything went black, and he collapsed.

Qianfan exclaimed in alarm, quickly throwing down his umbrella and catching the limp body. He touched the boy's forehead; it was frighteningly hot. "Your Highness, you have a high fever! Someone, quickly summon the imperial physician… um…" His mouth was covered by Mingye's hand. The child in his arms weakly opened his mouth: "Don't call anyone, I don't want to see anyone, help me back to bed… I'll feel better after lying down for a while…" After saying that, he struggled to stand up.

"Can you walk like this? Come on, I'll carry you back." Qianfan squatted down and let Mingye climb onto his back. It

was a little embarrassing for someone so big to still need to be carried. Mingye's pale face couldn't help but show a sweet smile, his arms tightly wrapped around Qianfan's neck, obediently climbing up.

Qianfan carried him, sighing inwardly once again: This child is too thin, as if he has hardly any flesh on him. He must make sure he eats and sleeps properly in the future, and grows stronger.

Mingye buried his face in his neck, inhaling his fragrance and savoring the long-lost tranquility. In his drowsy state, he softly called out, "Brother..." The words were barely out of his mouth before he jolted awake. Qianfan pretended not to hear, not daring to turn around; the proud child wouldn't allow anyone to see his vulnerability. So he didn't know that the boy behind him was biting his lip tightly, trying not to sob, but tears of regret mingled with the rain, streaming down his face.

His brother... was gone...

Chapter Thirty-Seven of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul:

Qianfan settled Mingye on the bed.

A young servant brought a large towel, and Qianfan, disregarding his own safety, first helped Mingye remove his soaked, heavy palace robes, then wrapped the towel around him. Blood continued to seep from Mingye's wounds. Qianfan knew his temperament; he knew Mingye wouldn't see a doctor, so he used the towel to absorb the blood. His movements were extremely gentle, afraid of hurting the child.

Mingye lay on the bed, gazing intently at him, secretly admiring his beauty. Unfortunately, Qianfan was too focused to notice.

His gaze lingered on Qianfan's handsome face; every inch of his eyes and brows exuded a pure and gentle aura. In the court filled with desire and strife, he might not be the most beautiful, but he was certainly the most captivating. His gaze moved slightly downwards. Qianfan's skin was exquisite, white and tender, its texture incomparably wonderful to the touch—a result of his demonic genes, something no human man could compare to. Following his slender, graceful neck, Mingye's gaze slowly descended to Qianfan's chest. The damp, thin clothing couldn't conceal the alluring sight. His full, firm breasts, plump and rounded within the garment, revealed two prominent nipples. The damp, white fabric clung to them, revealing a suggestive pink hue.

Mingye swallowed, his throat still feeling dry. "Qianfan..."

"Hmm?" Hearing Mingye call him, Qianfan stopped what he was doing. He had dried the child about 80% before handing the towel to the young boy beside him. Then he bent down and asked softly, "What's wrong, Your Highness? How are you feeling? Does your wound still hurt?" His entire focus was on Mingye's injury, and he didn't notice the child's gaze lingering on his chest, which was beginning to turn lewd.

Mingye slyly followed his lead, pouting, "No, I feel very uncomfortable, cold... and hungry..." His voice trembled with grievance, and his expression was pitiful, making Qianfan's heart ache. He wanted to do everything he could to make him smile.

Qianfan knew the most effective way to warm him up. His face flushed slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he loosened the sash at his chest. The palace had prepared women's clothing for him, and the dress he was wearing now was no exception. The bow, a symbol of feminine delicacy, was loosened, the collar opening to reveal a chest as white as jade. Two high, full breasts trembled precariously in the air. He removed his upper garment, picked up the child, and held him close, their naked bodies pressed together, warming him with his own body heat. Mingye's face rested on one of his breasts, his feverish cheeks rubbing comfortably against the cool, smooth skin. "Mmm..." Qianfan immediately groaned unconsciously.

"I'm so hungry, Qianfan..." Mingye blinked his large silver eyes, knowing all too well how to evoke the other's sympathy. His hand had already begun to restlessly caress the snow-white breast.

"Ah..." Qianfan glanced at him with a mixture of reproach and shyness, his heart softening. He thrust his chest forward, offering his nipple to Mingye's lips, tacitly agreeing to his request. Mingye looked back at him happily, eagerly unfastening the dragon-patterned gold clasp that bound his nipple. The moment the golden ring was removed, Qianfan immediately felt his entire milk duct open. Before he could adjust, Mingye's warm little mouth suddenly enveloped his nipple, gently enveloping it, and before he even suckled, sweet juice gushed out. Mingye closed his eyes, wholeheartedly enjoying the experience. He couldn't swallow the gushing milk; it flowed down his chin and filled Qianfan's stomach.

Qianfan's cheeks flushed, and he bit his lip, shyly advising, "Don't rush, be careful not to choke."

His words only caused trouble. Mingye choked violently on a mouthful of milk, almost spitting it out of his nose. He quickly released Qianfan's nipple, coughing frantically until his little face turned purple, looking utterly pitiful. Qianfan, unaware that his words had caused Qianfan to choke, patted his back while saying, "I told you not to rush, you silly boy! Nobody's going to take it from you!" Mingye felt wronged and had nowhere to complain, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. After finally catching his breath and feeling much better, Mingye simply removed the dragon-patterned gold clasp from Qianfan's other nipple. Qianfan hesitated, "Your Highness, do you want more?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized how shameless his question was. Seeing the mischievous smile in Mingye's eyes, he awkwardly turned his head away. Mingye kissed Qianfan's chest, pushed him down onto the bed, and, taking advantage of Qianfan's

distraction , gave a wink to the two young attendants. The shikigami, connected to their master, immediately jumped onto the bed, each grabbing one of Qianfan's hands. Mingye flipped Qianfan over, making him lie face down. Qianfan, bewildered, turned to look at Mingye: "Your Highness, what are you doing... um..." His lips were sealed by the child's small mouth. Mingye kissed him from behind, his hands slipping under his armpits to embrace his chest, gently cupping his full breasts and massaging them. The little guy's kissing skills were already good, often making Qianfan lose himself in the kiss. In addition, after spending more time together, Mingye became more and more adept at controlling the intensity. Qianfan's breasts felt very comfortable from his massage, his whole body went weak and powerless, and gradually, he stopped resisting and let him do as he pleased. Mingye ended the kiss and saw that Qianfan was still looking at him in confusion. He couldn't help but lick his slightly parted red lips a few more times before letting him go: "I feel much better now, you don't need to worry. I still have some documents to look at today, wait for me." He had ignited the other's desire, but he stopped just like that, irresponsibly grabbing a clean set of clothes from the bedside table, putting them on, and jumping out of bed. Qianfan suddenly came to his senses and realized that the two young boys had secretly tied his hands to both ends of the bed. Needless to say, this was at the behest of that little devil. He asked in confusion, "Your Highness, why did you have them tie me up?"

Mingye leaped to a nearby storage cabinet, pulled out a drawer, rummaged through it, and finally pulled out a metal box about a foot wide and two feet long. He went to the bed and opened it. Qianfan gasped when he saw what was inside. What good stuff could be inside? It was all toys to enhance the pleasure of the bedroom.

Like a parent accidentally discovering their underage child secretly watching porn, Qianfan was both shocked and furious, demanding, "Who gave you these ridiculous things?"

Mingye was startled, not believing that the usually gentle Qianfan would speak to him so loudly. But who was this little devil? Qianfan's rare display of authority only frightened him for two seconds. He blinked his beautiful silver eyes twice, and then returned to normal.

Mingye had made quite a few bad friends outside the palace, and this complete set of tools was a gift from one of them. Mingye had accepted it out of curiosity. That guy was the young master of a very famous chain of nightclubs, and his family had a triad background. This person will appear later, but we won't mention him now.

Before meeting Qianfan, the Little Demon King was still an "innocent" child who knew nothing of sex. This set of tools just gathered dust in his room, completely useless. But now—heh, it's useful!

Mingye instructed the two boys: "Serve Qianfan well, use whatever you have here on him. But remember one thing, never hurt him, understand?" The two boys cheered and rushed to tear off Qianfan's clothes.

Shikigami can be said to be the shadow of their master, the so-called "things resemble their master," which describes them just like their master, lustful.

In the blink of an eye, Qianfan was stripped naked, not even his underwear was left. He knelt naked on the magnificent golden bed, leaning forward, his hands tied to the headboard. The boys picked and chose from the dazzling pile of tools, eager to try them out. The tools in the box were all exquisite, made of fine materials, and meticulously carved, incomparable to the vulgar morsels on the market. In Qianfan's eyes, no matter how beautiful or exquisite these things were, they were tools used to humiliate him. A pleading look appeared in his eyes as he looked at Mingye: "Your Highness, I don't want this."

Mingye came to the bedside, cupped his face, and kissed him: "Don't be afraid, Qianfan, they will make you very comfortable." He gestured with his chin towards the large desk in the distance, on which lay a stack of documents piled high like a small mountain. "I'll come and keep you company as soon as I've finished dealing with that pile of official business. Warm up first, and wait for me obediently." He put Qianfan down and walked towards the desk.

Chapter Thirty-Nine of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul*:

Because the Demon Lord's health was poor and he couldn't handle the heavy workload of official affairs, all the memorials from Shuntian City were first presented to Mingye for approval. He would then select the important ones and send them to the Demon Lord Hengye for review.

Asking a restless fourteen or fifteen-year-old to sit at a desk and deal with a mountain of tedious documents was cruel. But his innate forbearance, coupled with long-term training, gave Mingye excellent self-control and concentration. He could handle several tricky documents simultaneously with remarkable efficiency, and when he focused on a particular problem, his efficiency was astonishing—he could almost read ten lines at a glance and remember everything he saw! But… today… today he found that his brain wasn't functioning normally, and what was even more terrifying was that the words he saw would bounce back out of his mind!

From the other side of the bed, seductive sounds kept coming:

“Ah… ah… no… no… there… ah…”

Damn! The moans were so enchanting!!

Mingye couldn't help but glance at the bed. He wouldn't have cared if he hadn't looked, but what he saw was astonishing. Xiao Yi had inserted something between Qianfan's legs, causing him to scream repeatedly. From a distance, Qianfan's fair body trembled slightly, and Mingye, with his excellent eyesight, could even vaguely see Qianfan's swollen breasts swaying back and forth.

“…Too deep… don't… ah ha… pull it out… pull it out… ah no…” Another round of lewd moans filled the air.

The little seedling was stirring between his legs, and Mingye forced his gaze back to the official documents in his hands. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand... Wow! His hand was covered in sweat; the room was so hot today. He felt thirsty and instinctively reached for a cup on the table, but found nothing. What the hell! Where were the palace maids on duty today?! Mingye was so angry he wanted to curse. He glanced at the mountain of documents still piled on the table; they were truly repulsive!

Heavens~~ When would he ever finish reading them?

"No... Ah... That... That's too big... No... Ah..."

Uncontrollably, his eyes darted over there again—Oh dear, why is Qianfan crying? It must be that the young ones didn't know their own strength and hurt him! This won't do! Mingye leaped up, slammed the documents back onto the table with a "smack," and rushed to the bedside like an unstoppable train. Seeing their master's posture, the two young boys exchanged a smile and vanished in a flash.

When Mingye saw the large bunch of agate grapes inserted into Qianfan's delicate pink flower core, and the tight anus stretched to its limit by a sea cucumber-shaped obsidian pillar, his blood boiled, and his head exploded—it's over, Xiao Hemiao is erect, he probably won't be able to go back to look at that pile of damn official documents until he's completely devoured Qianfan tonight.

"Pull it out... Waaah... Your Highness... Please help me... Pull it out..."

Mingye cupped his face and kissed him fiercely—really! These beautiful lips are usually so quiet, but in bed, they're completely unrestrained, making it impossible for me to work in peace. They moan so loudly and so lewdly, aren't they afraid of being overheard? This heavenly voice, no one but me is allowed to hear it!

Kissed by the child, Qianfan gradually felt the swelling and pain in his lower body lessen. Even though the kiss made him dizzy and his mind was foggy, he still felt that the little guy's kiss this time was particularly rough. The little tongue not only invaded his mouth, sweeping through it, but also sucked on his tongue, biting and nibbling, in a wet and fiery entanglement. Just when Qianfan thought he was about to faint from lack of oxygen, Mingye finally released his poor, swollen lips that had been sucked and bitten.

Qianfan took a few breaths, raised his phoenix eyes, which were brimming with tears, and saw that the child in front of him had a glint in his eyes, his desire undisguised, etched on his face. He was determined to have him!

"Qianfan, don't cry, I won't bully you anymore, please don't cry, okay?" Mingye gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and loosened the cloth strips binding his wrists. Red marks were already visible on the snow-white skin from the binding. Mingye tenderly licked the marks with his tongue—this was merely the little devil's clever flirting technique. Winning the heart was paramount! Even with his lower body burning with desire, Mingye patiently calmed Qianfan's fear, reigniting the passion within him, making him surrender completely and wholeheartedly.

"Good boy, lie down, I'll help you take that thing out."

Mingye had Qianfan lie flat and spread his legs. He leaned between Qianfan's legs. Wow, what a breathtaking sight! Mingye couldn't help but hold his breath and admire it. A surge of heat rose to his nose, it itched, and tasted fishy, as if something was about to burst out. He quickly covered his nose with his hand—good heavens, these things inserted were actually vibrating? And the amplitude and frequency were quite significant; Qianfan's entire buttocks were trembling… How… how could he bear it?

"Your Highness?" Qianfan urged, seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time.

Mingye gritted his teeth, gripped the back of the agate grape bunch, and pulled hard.

"Ah────" Qianfan arched his body, actually reaching orgasm instantly, his jade stem spurting out a cluster of essence, which sprayed onto his own lower abdomen. Mingye was dumbfounded. He remembered that Qianfan had never felt so good under him.

"Hmm..." Savoring the aftertaste of the orgasm, Qianfan moaned drowsily.

Looking at the beauty's spring passion fully revealed, her languid appearance full of charm, the little devil stupidly took the agate grape in his hand and compared it with his little seedling between his legs. Wow! Isn't that the difference between XXL and XS?!

Angrily, he threw the thing against the wall with a crisp "bang", damn it! It didn't break?

"Your Highness?" Qianfan was pulled back to his senses by the sudden sound, looking at the angry child in front of him in bewilderment.

The little devil had suffered quite a few blows. With a "Wah—", he threw himself into Qianfan's arms, babbling incoherently, "Waaah, I'll definitely grow up! Grow up really big! I'll make Qianfan very, very happy!"

Seeing his dejected look, Qianfan understood somewhat, feeling both amused and exasperated. He didn't know what to say to comfort him, so he could only stroke his head: "Yes, yes, Your Highness will definitely grow into a man."

"Qianfan, will you wait for me? Wait for me to grow up, wait for me to be strong enough to protect you?"

Hearing his innocent words, Qianfan suddenly felt a pang of sadness: "Silly child, I'm afraid it's not that I can't wait, maybe… before that time comes, you'll already… not want me anymore…" Toys are merely for adding fun to children. Good toys allow children to learn and grow through play. But that's all. At a certain stage of growth, children need another, more advanced toy to accompany them and bring them joy. The old ones should be quickly discarded. Because there was no need, no value...

"No! No!" Mingye argued hurriedly, rubbing his fluffy head against his chest: "I like Qianfan, I want to be with Qianfan, forever and ever, always together."

Qianfan smiled bitterly, a somewhat desolate smile, "You like this body?" He took Mingye's hand and slowly placed it between his legs. "This place... has already been enjoyed by many. You can be indifferent now out of curiosity. But one day, you will understand how shameful this birth is in the eyes of the world. You will despise this filthy body, and you will loathe me... damaging your reputation... At that time... Your Highness... we will not be together anymore..."

Mingye's childish expression vanished, and he suddenly seemed like a different person. He raised his hand and stroked Qianfan's handsome cheek: "Why are you crying again? Didn't I say I wouldn't bully you, and that you shouldn't cry?" His calm expression held a captivating majesty, more serious than ever: "I will grow up, I will protect you, just wait! Qianfan, you were born for me, and belong only to me!"

He had spoken so confidently then because, at that time, Mingye truly believed he could keep his promise. Although he had many experiences, he was still too young to understand that many things change with time, beyond human control.

For example—the human heart!

(Chapter 40 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul:

Who can guarantee what will happen tomorrow?)

He never demanded eternal promises; remembering today was enough…

At least at this moment, the young prince genuinely wanted to be with him, and that was enough.

A charming smile spread across Qianfan's face, and for the first time, he lowered his head and kissed the child in his arms. The emotions surging within him were somewhat complex; he couldn't tell if it was affection or love. He didn't know whether to regard the little one in his arms as a child or a lover. Wavering between these two ambiguous feelings, Qianfan was only certain that he loved him, and he was willing to do anything to protect him, even if it meant being forced to use his body to please others like a prostitute…

“Qianfan, you smell so good!” Mingye tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, revealing his earlobe, which resembled a white lotus petal. A warm, moist tongue licked the delicate earlobe, and he whispered his urgent desire in the boy's ear, "I want you, now!" The little lecher acted even faster than he spoke, using both hands and feet to force his way between Qianfan's legs. He was too impatient, and accidentally, his knee bumped against the huge stone pillar inserted into Qianfan's anus.

"Ah..." Qianfan arched his body in pain, his chest thrusting upwards, almost slamming his breasts into Mingye's face. Seeing his violent reaction, Mingye let out a "Huh," wondering if Qianfan's anus was even more sensitive than his vagina? He tried to grasp the exposed giant rod, thrusting it in and out, and after a few strokes, he suddenly pulled the whole thing out without warning. The textured surface, mimicking the skin of a sea cucumber, scraped violently against Qianfan's tender intestinal walls.

"Your Highness...stop...ah..." A surge of urination rushed through the tip of his penis, and Qianfan ejaculated again. Having experienced two consecutive orgasms, he was somewhat overwhelmed. Exhausted, he lay sprawled on the bed, panting heavily. His two snow-white breasts had swelled even more, standing heavily in the air.

The young prince wanted Qianfan to belong to him alone, and Qianfan himself longed for that too. But tomorrow, he would have to attend that dreadful appointment. Thinking of this, Qianfan felt his body was dirty and lowly, and his gaze towards Mingye was filled with deep apology. Biting his lower lip, he whispered, "Tonight, please... let me serve Your Highness..." He blushed with shame, not daring to look at Mingye at all. His eyes were shimmering, yet he looked sadly away, his delicate eyelashes trembling slightly, his fragile posture indescribably moving.

The little devil's lust was aroused, and the usually alert Qianfan didn't notice a thing. With a cheer, Mingye rolled over and lay comfortably against the two large, soft pillows at the head of the bed, urging loudly and without any class, "Hurry up! Qianfan, hurry up!" He pointed to his towering little seedling between his legs and shamelessly exclaimed, "Look, isn't it bigger? It looks like it's grown, Qianfan, don't you think?"

Qianfan chuckled, amused by his words. Without hesitation, he straddled Mingye. The little guy was slender, and Qianfan dared not press down on him, so he knelt on the bed, supporting his weight with his knees. He had already secretly resolved to offer the best of himself to this little boy before him. He didn't ask Mingye to cherish him for life, he didn't even dare to hope he would remember him. He only hoped that in this moment, he could bring this child a little physical pleasure. To fulfill this simple, humble wish, he could set aside his dignity, disregard shame, and wholeheartedly bloom only for him…

Chapter 41 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul:

His body slowly sank, and his moist, alluring orifice touched the vibrant little seedling. The slippery, soft flesh enveloped the top of the seedling, like a nimble mouth, tightly sucking and drawing out the nectar from within. Mingye felt his genitals burning like a torch, unbearably hot. Touched by Qianfan's labia like a kiss, he longed to thrust himself into Qianfan's tight body. With a thrust of his waist, he watched as the little seedling was about to enter that alluring honeyed orifice, but the anticipated pleasure did not arrive. Qianfan had anticipated this, deftly lifting her body, causing the seedling to miss its target.

“Waaah… Qianfan… you… you’re so awful!” Mingye slumped back onto the bed, complaining bitterly.

Heh! Qianfan gently touched his lips with her finger. "Didn't we agree that I would serve Your Highness tonight?" she said, glancing alluringly at Mingye. She straightened her back, swept her hair back over her shoulders, and exposed her snow-white breasts to Mingye. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, shimmering with a bright light. A gentle breeze blew, and the soft strands danced in the wind, making her appear like an elf spreading her wings in the darkness, highlighting her flawless, ethereal skin.

The little devil stared in awe at the beauty swaying in the night breeze, momentarily mesmerized, even forgetting the heat rising within him.

"Your Highness, am I beautiful?" Qianfan asked, her eyes darting sideways, a captivating smile playing on her lips.

The little devil, new to the ways of the world, had no resistance to the alluring, naked body before him. He felt lightheaded, his eyes darting around Qianfan, unsure where to look, afraid of missing something exciting. He was so anxious he didn't even notice what Qianfan was saying, nodding wildly.

Qianfan's hand slowly slid down his neck to his body, caressing him. His body was supple, his waist swaying gently with the movement of his hand, like a weak water plant bobbing in the blue waves. One hand gently stroked his flat stomach, the other cupped one of his breasts, squeezing it tightly before releasing it. A surge of pleasure and pain washed over him simultaneously. "Ah..." His head tilted back, letting out a seductive moan, a few drops of milk immediately dripping from the bright red nipple.

"Qian...Qianfan..." The young boy lowered his head, unable to control himself any longer. Mingye gripped the blankets tightly, thinking: Damn it! If Qianfan continues to flirt with him without quenching his thirst, he will definitely make the first move.

Just as Mingye was about to sit up and launch his attack, Qianfan was faster, suddenly releasing the force of his knee and letting his body fall heavily. A muffled "plop" was heard as Xiao He Miao was completely inside Qianfan. The pleasure came suddenly and intensely, instantly destroying reason. "Ah ha..." they both cried out simultaneously.

Unlike his

previous passive submissions, tonight Qianfan, straddling Mingye, took the initiative. His

already alluring body, coupled with his genuine love for Mingye and willingness to give everything, allowed him to display his bedroom skills to their fullest extent tonight. Every thrust brought Mingye a frenzied carnal stimulation. Before this, Mingye had never known that human contact could achieve a state of perfect harmony and physical pleasure through simple rhythm and friction! For the first time, he, usually so easily distracted, indulged himself, wholeheartedly savoring the ecstasy of intercourse, as if finding the true meaning of life's continuation on the edge of pain and pleasure…

Qianfan's technique was undeniably skillful. From the moment he began, Mingye's mind went blank, his vision blurred, only the swaying of Qianfan's breasts echoing in his ears, the suppressed moans of Qianfan reaching his ears, and occasionally a few drops of what seemed like tears or sweat, carrying Qianfan's body heat, dripping onto Mingye's chest, scalding his rather cold skin. Qianfan thrust his chest and hips repeatedly, his warm, moist vagina tightly gripping the boy's tender penis, his breasts swelling with each vigorous movement, his snow-white peaks bouncing up and down. Before long, the little devil surrendered, a hot, warm current spraying deep into Qianfan's body.

"Your Highness…" Exhausted, Qianfan collapsed softly onto Mingye.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the little devil rolled over, pinning Qianfan down and burying his face in his chest, feasting on him.

His rounded breasts gradually flattened, but the two sensitive nipples, glistening with saliva after being sucked by Mingye, stood red, swollen, and erect. Qianfan was surprised to feel that the little seedling inside him had hardened again.

What a vigorous little fellow! He sighed, knowing that tonight wasn't over yet. Just as he thought this, Mingye rolled him over. "Ah..." The little guy's thing circled inside his anus, rubbing against him until he groaned uncontrollably. Lying on the bed, he heard the child's urgent voice behind him: "Qianfan, I want it in from behind!"

This position made him uncomfortable, but Qianfan still obediently and slowly propped himself up with his hands, raising his buttocks high. But before he could even get into position, the little guy suddenly pulled out his penis, and with lightning speed, thrust it into his anus!!

"Whoa!!!" Qianfan exclaimed, his arms went limp, almost unable to support his upper body weight. A pair of small hands slipped under his armpits, lifting his chest. The little one didn't move immediately, but leaned down and gently bit his back, while his little hands restlessly groped his chest. With just a gentle squeeze, milk would spurt from the tiny holes at the tips of his nipples, spraying onto the sheets. "Qianfan's heart is beating so fast, what's wrong? Are you feeling good or in pain? Tell me, okay?"

After a moment of silence, Qianfan softly replied, "It's...uh, I...feel good..."

Hehe, the little devil laughed, "Liar! Your body is trembling, you don't like being penetrated there, do you? Silly Qianfan, you're sad but you can't bear to refuse me, right?"

"No!" Qianfan subconsciously denied, "I'm not sad...because it's...someone I like...so...it's okay..."

Someone...I like?!

With his back to the child, Qianfan couldn't see Mingye's expression, only feeling the small hand supporting his chest suddenly tighten: "Ah..."

Without a word, Mingye began thrusting, plunging his sharp blade deep into Qianfan's body, then pulling it out without hesitation, followed by another brutal penetration. Inexplicably, the little guy suddenly became rough, making Qianfan moan repeatedly. Even the thick, sea cucumber-shaped obsidian pillar hadn't caused any damage to his anus, but Mingye's punishing manipulation stretched his tight chrysanthemum opening until blood splattered.

It seemed that only by brutally violating and ravaging him could he distract himself and dispel the vague, restless emotions within him. (

Chapter 43 of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul*:

Mingye was somewhat out of control tonight, taking Qianfan repeatedly.) He was still too weak and didn't know how to use any of the more difficult positions. He only knew two moves, but that was enough to keep him busy. Qianfan was exhausted halfway through and fell into a deep sleep. Mingye, however, didn't stop. He bit and nibbled at Qianfan, leaving his jade-like skin covered in purple and blue hickeys.

Qianfan woke up around midnight, feeling a slight itch on his abdomen. Looking down, he saw a furry head resting on his lower abdomen. Based on past experience, the little guy usually slept with his head on his chest or even sucking on his nipple. Qianfan sat up, wanting to pull the little guy up to lie more comfortably, but found that the head had moved slightly. Although it was late at night, Mingye never liked to sleep with the lights off, so the room was still brightly lit. The little guy's shimmering silver hair softly covered Qianfan's chest and abdomen, its touch both cool and smooth, like a delicate silver brocade. The little guy moved his head, causing his hair to flutter, a ticklish sensation that made Qianfan want to laugh.

"Your Highness, aren't you going to sleep?"

After a night of release, Mingye was exhausted, his limbs sore, but his spirit was high. He looked up at Qianfan, his beautiful silver eyes wide and round, like a fox hunting for prey at night. Without speaking, he rested his head on Qianfan's stomach again. For some reason, after the passion, he felt a particular attachment to that area, as if a precious treasure was hidden inside. He rubbed his face against Qianfan's soft abdomen, finally causing Qianfan to laugh out loud: "Ah, it tickles..." His lower abdomen contracted and heaved, and the semen and vaginal fluid inside were immediately squeezed out of the opening, flowing down his buttocks onto the sheets, leaving a dark puddle.

As Mingye withdrew from between Qianfan's legs, a sudden noise came from outside the door. Several blurry figures moved about, but no footsteps could be heard. After a while, a woman's voice rang out: "Your Highness, it's time. Please prepare."

Qianfan was too tired to move a finger. Hearing that faint voice, he thought he was hallucinating from sleep. Rubbing his sore eyes, he turned to look at the door. "Hmm... I think I heard a sound... Is someone there?"

"It's alright, don't worry about it." The little guy, who had been silent for half the night, finally spoke. A doting smile appeared on his lips as he gently pressed Qianfan back onto the bed. "You've worked hard tonight." He whispered apologetically in Qianfan's ear, "The night is still long, you should go to sleep." He reached out and brushed away the strands of black hair that had fallen across Qianfan's face. Qianfan

glared at Mingye with a hint of reproach, his phoenix eyes gleaming with an indescribable allure.

He tried to change his sleeping position, but as soon as he moved, he felt a dull ache and numbness all over his body. He had been making love for most of the night, his legs spread wide, and now the muscles in his legs were completely numb. Qianfan tried to close his legs, but couldn't, remaining in that embarrassingly lewd position.

"Oh dear, Qianfan, do you want more?" Seeing his embarrassed state, Mingye teased him mischievously. "Haha, so greedy! Look how swollen you are here." He mischievously pinched one of Qianfan's swollen, red nipples with his fingers. "You can't even fit my earrings in anymore, aren't you satisfied?" That area was incredibly sensitive. "Ah..." A weak groan escaped Qianfan's lips, enough to make one's bones melt. Having been teased, his phoenix eyes were half-open and filled with tears as he looked at Mingye with a wronged expression.

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore." The little devil, unusually merciful, released Qianfan's nipple, helped him close his legs, and then lifted the sheet to cover Qianfan's body, which was covered in hickeys. Halfway through, Mingye suddenly stopped, his gentle gaze lingering on Qianfan's abdomen. He reached out and placed his hand on it, gently stroking it, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, but before he could grasp it...

"Your Highness, it's getting late, please prepare immediately!" The voice outside the door urged again.

Mingye frowned, not answering, but instead kissing Qianfan's lower abdomen a few times before pulling the blanket up to Qianfan's shoulders. "I have some things to take care of, I need to go out for a while. You get some sleep, don't wait for me to come back, otherwise you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow, understand?" He coaxed her gently, his other hand already grabbing the robe beside the bed.

Qianfan was so sleepy she couldn't even open her eyes. Although she wanted to say a few more words to the little demon king, she was too weak. She drifted off to sleep, her vision darkened, and she gradually lost consciousness.

Chapter 44 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul:

The Demon Palace of Shuntian City soared into the clouds, its end seemingly invisible from the ground. Nobles, royalty, and members of the imperial family—the higher their status in the demon race, the higher they lived in Shuntian City. The council hall and other palaces used for discussing state affairs and making political decisions were all located on the city roof, symbolizing the supreme imperial power. But who knew that the true power center governing the entire demon race wasn't located atop the perpetually shrouded, inaccessible city, but rather buried deep beneath Shuntian City—on the forty-ninth level, in the "Endless Underground Palace"? Every full moon night, a gathering was held here…

About thirty or forty people attended, all young faces with silver hair and silver eyes, averaging only twenty-five years old. A group of energetic young people, their conversation naturally spontaneous and casual, unlike the older, more formal officials who constantly launched into lengthy pronouncements. Only young people could be summoned here in the dead of night, sound asleep, and still remain so energetic and spirited. Several restless boys even jumped up and chased each other, while the girls happily chatted in small groups.

Someone glanced at the ancient clock on the wall, a thousand years old, and exclaimed, "Hey, His Highness is late tonight, that's unusual!"

His companions nearby offered their insightful opinions. The men exchanged lewd glances and laughed vulgarly.

"I heard His Highness brought a beauty back from outside the palace the other day. Tsk tsk, a night of passion is priceless. He has no time for us now!"

A bunch of guys immediately chimed in, "Oh!!! That's probably it. Oh my, I really want to see what she looks like! To be able to captivate our young prince, she must be a beauty of unparalleled grace." Then he glanced at the girls present and added in a sly tone, "Sigh, I haven't seen a beautiful woman in a long time either..." Before he could finish speaking, several delicate hands were already slapping him on the head.

Scolding voices rose and fell: "Are you looking for death? Are you blind or have you looked in the mirror too much and warped your aesthetic sense? What does this have to do with us girls? Haven't you heard the rumors that the person is a man! Idiot!" The demon beauties were all full of spirit and bursting with confidence in their appearance.

Faced with a group of boisterous young ladies, the boys retorted without hesitation: "That's why you should reflect on yourselves! His Highness would rather find a man outside the palace than look at you. Do you know how low your quality is? If this continues, our boys will have to find men one day too!" Though he said this, the thought of one day holding a man in his arms made him shudder.

The girls were red-faced with anger, but a report from outside the door brought them to a halt.

"Your Highness—"

The palace doors opened, and eight envoys in black cloaks escorted a child into the hall.

"Welcome, Your Highness!" Everyone solemnly called out, bowing and kneeling in welcome. The playful atmosphere from before had vanished, and no one dared to be presumptuous again. The entire hall was immersed in a solemn and heavy atmosphere.

Mingye sat down on the head seat in the hall, with the eight envoys in black cloaks positioned on either side of him. One of them raised his right hand and called out, "Rise—" Only then did

everyone in the hall rise and take their seats.

The seating arrangement was circular, with the head seat three tiers higher than the others.

Mingye surveyed the "ministers" from his elevated position. In truth, some of these young people weren't true ministers; they were deliberate spies planted in the court, infiltrating various departments. Although their status was relatively low, those who could enter the Endless Palace were rigorously selected elites—bold, ambitious, intelligent, and skillful. Given time, these ambitious young people had the opportunity to surpass their current superiors and, through their own abilities, replace them, becoming the true ruling group of the demon race.

Mingye began with the same unchanging opening line, one hand propping up his head, his posture relaxed: "If you have anything to report, feel free to speak now."

Everyone else tensed, not daring to let their guard down.

As soon as Mingye finished speaking, more than half of the people raised their hands to speak. This was a good opportunity to summarize their work over the past month and strive to make a good impression. The speaking order was determined by a computer lottery, ensuring absolute fairness. Each person had only three minutes, and their remarks had to be concise and to the point, not a second could be wasted.

Mingye listened expressionlessly. The young ministers reported on their observations and their opinions on government affairs. The intelligence personnel had already provided sufficient information; these inexperienced young men simply repeated their points to test their progress. After a few minutes of presentations, Mingye had a considerable understanding of the progress of his elite group. Those who were competent would continue to be cultivated; those who were lagging behind would have to be replaced.

After listening to everyone's speeches, Mingye nodded to a black-clad envoy on his left.

The envoy presented a small stack of documents, which his attendants distributed to each person.

These were essentially report cards, outlining the tasks for the following month.

Everyone received them with trepidation. Some opened them and immediately beamed with joy, feeling affirmed and confident that the tasks for the next month would be easily accomplished. Some weren't so lucky; they received a resignation notice. The proud young woman burst into tears, but tightly covered her mouth, afraid to utter a sound.

Until the time was right, the Endless Palace would remain a secret.

The elites had all signed agreements before coming here: if they were deemed incapable and left midway, they would have to undergo partial brainwashing to erase all their memories of the Endless Palace. Mingye had already warned them: whoever leaked any information about the Endless Palace would die, without exception.

Political ruthlessness was always necessary. After the meeting with the group of "internship students"

in Chapter 45 of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul*

, Mingye went to another room in the underground palace.

"Stand guard outside," he instructed the eight black-clad messengers behind him. They knelt silently to receive the order. A palace maid opened the door, Mingye stepped inside, and the door closed tightly again.

The room's furnishings were unremarkable, containing no intriguing secrets, just ordinary luxurious decorations. In the dimly lit room, seemingly deliberately chosen to project an air of elegance, a tall figure appeared.

For a moment, without thinking, memories of the past surged through his mind, and the figure before him overlapped with the eternal person from his recollections. Mingye's lips moved, almost uttering the word "brother." The words reached his lips, but reason fiercely suppressed them, instantly transforming into a bitter smile, more painful than a cry. His heart ached, making it hard to breathe. Mingye knew that the person who would respond to him so gently was gone forever.

"You've come?" The Demon Lord Hengye, who had been waiting in the room for some time, turned around and suggested, "This underground palace is eerily quiet. How about some music?"

Mingye smiled, noncommittally walking to the wine cabinet and pulling out a bottle of "Nomet."

This wine was only brewed by the demon race, but production had ceased. The raw material used for brewing wine is a very special fruit that only grows in extremely cold, icy places. The Demon Clan's former territory was the only place where this fruit could be found, but unfortunately, it is now a forbidden land that no one sets foot in.

"Nomet" can only be stored in a specially made insulated crystal bottle. At room temperature, the liquid "Nomet" will immediately vaporize. Therefore, as soon as the liquor is taken out of the bottle, it must be poured into the mouth. The body temperature will accelerate the vaporization, and before the liquor even enters the esophagus, it will turn into mist and seep into the capillaries of the mouth. This unique liquor is sweet and fragrant, and even in the Heavenly Palace, it is a top-notch celestial wine, priceless and hard to come by. However, this liquor is extremely potent. A normal person will sleep for a full day and night after three cups, completely unconscious. But for the past three years, Mingye has been unable to sleep without this liquor.

Watching his younger brother drink the strong liquor like water, Hengye has become accustomed to it. He walked to an old stereo, selected a piece of music, pressed the start switch, and the music flowed out. In the space where the air seemed to have frozen, it slowly spread. "Canon Quartet, a sad passion, I think it suits you very well," he said with his back to Mingye.

Mingye sat on a chair at the bar, quietly watching the familiar figure before him. His hand, holding an empty glass, rested on the table, tapping it lightly. His eyes welled with longing tears, reminiscing about the bygone days. "

Brother, so much I want to tell you… so much…"

Time flowed by with the music, each second passing, and no matter how unwilling he was, the end was inevitable. The music faded, like an irretrievable loss, the sorrowful remembrance settling into silence.

His silver eyes regained their cold, moon-like clarity, devoid of any emotion. Mingye put down his glass and coldly commanded, "Kneel!"

A flicker of surprise crossed Hengye's eyes. He glanced at the child sitting beside the bar, lowered his head, and chuckled helplessly. Then he walked to Mingye's side and knelt on one knee.

Mingye lifted his chin. "How dare you do this? Forcing me to agree to marry your sister in court?" At this, Mingye also smiled, but there was no warmth in his smile. "You just look like 'him.' Even if it were him, if he blocked my way, I wouldn't hesitate to kill him. How much less so you? Heh, who gave you the audacity to plot against me, Uncle? Did he think I wouldn't dare touch you, Cousin Lingmei?"

The man kneeling on the ground trembled slightly upon hearing the icy words, but quickly regained his composure, a mocking smile appearing on his handsome face: "Actually, I've always wanted to know, Mingye, what were you feeling when your sword pierced Hengye's chest? Killing your own brother with your own hands, what were you thinking then?" He grabbed Mingye's hand that was resting on his chin and slowly placed it on his own chest. "Your hands are so cold... Why aren't you saying anything, my little prince? Have you already forgotten? If you have, why not try again? See, it's very simple. Make a hole here, and then the blood will spurt out, unstoppable... That's how Hengye died... Have you forgotten?"

"Shut up!!" Mingye shouted, jerking his hand back.

That feeling... How could he forget?!

He stood up, hiding his trembling hand in his pocket, looking directly into Lingmei's eyes without any hesitation. Mingye secretly gritted his teeth, suppressing the deep, almost overwhelming pain welling up in his heart. His tone was calm and composed, his calmness impeccable: "Kill him because he had to die! I can tell you, when my brother died, I felt nothing! Now, I feel even less! Anyone who stands in my way will die! Remember that!"

"But back then, Hengye posed no threat to you at all, yet you still secretly executed him!!" Lingmei suddenly and angrily accused him, disregarding everything else. "You cold-blooded usurper! The Demon Lord originally intended to pass the throne to Hengye. You knew very well that he had no ambition whatsoever. He doted on you so much; he would give you anything you wanted. You could have imprisoned him, exiled him… a thousand, ten thousand ways, why did you have to kill him? Now that he's dead, you want me to impersonate him. I really don't understand, Mingye, what exactly are you?" "What do you want to do... ah..."

Mingye suddenly tightened his grip on Lingmei's neck, silencing him. "Have you said enough? What right do you have to question me? Don't think I don't know about the despicable things you did to my brother! You should be grateful you look so much like my brother, which is why your family has survived to this day. Be a good puppet and I'll give you a way out. If you dare to do anything behind my back again, I have ways to make you suffer worse than death. Do you understand what I'm saying?" The cold hand flung Lingmei away, and Mingye turned and left.

Lingmei stood there, stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. "Your Highness! Your Highness, please wait..." He knelt down before Mingye, grabbing a corner of his robe. "My sister... Liu Jia is a good child, please treat her well, Your Highness, I..."

"Heh, you know that those who stay by my side never have a good ending. You pushed Liu Jia into my life yourself, so even if something happens to her later, it's all your fault." A cruel smile played on Ming Ye's lips as he pulled his robes back, ignoring the shouts behind him, and left the room.

"I did all this for the future of the Demon Clan, for your reputation... only in this way can..."

The heavy door closed again, cutting off the words inside.

For the future of the Demon Clan? What a magnificent reason! For the sake of righteousness, we can hurt our loved ones without hesitation, can we? Cousin Ling Mei, you and I are actually the same kind of people, we are both equally pathetic...

Chapter 46 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

Returning to the room, looking at the sleeping figure on the bed, his cold heart gradually warmed. "Qian Fan..." Ming Ye leaned down and gently kissed his lips. Qianfan didn't wake up. He let out a soft moan, rolled over, and lay on his side, his back to Mingye. The thin blanket wasn't properly covering him, exposing a large expanse of his smooth back. His waist was slender, and the curve of his body followed a graceful arc down to his waist. His androgynous body now displayed the exquisite curves of a woman.

Qianfan's buttocks were covered with marks from lovemaking, a faint silver thread sliding down his anus. The Little Demon King felt a strange sense of pride. Heh, that was what he had left inside Qianfan. The Little Demon King suddenly had a whimsical thought. As a man, he felt he should pamper his lover. In a moment of lust, Mingye actually wanted to pick up Qianfan and take him to bathe, to clean him. His thin arms slipped under Qianfan, and he gave him a strong hug... What? He couldn't lift him?! One more time… Waaah… Still no luck… These few movements woke Qianfan up.

He turned around, squinting his sleepy phoenix eyes, looking at the child buried behind him with a puzzled expression. “Little Prince, you’re back? Hmm… What are you doing?” His voice, half-awake and husky, was damnably sexy.

“Nothing!” Mingye answered with great annoyance, his pride severely wounded. Waaah… He couldn’t even lift Qianfan, how embarrassing! He spoke in a muffled voice, almost to himself: “I remember in the secret arts of the Demon Clan, there’s a spell that makes the caster grow up instantly. Using it, one’s power can be raised to a higher age level for a period of time… I remember there are incantations for this secret art in the Imperial Library…” He suddenly jumped out of bed and rushed out, leaving Qianfan in the room looking completely bewildered.

Looking out the window, the sky was just beginning to lighten; it shouldn’t be more than five in the morning. Qianfan sat up in bed, "Hmm..." The soreness in his body made him unconsciously frown. Last night, because he had deliberately seduced the young prince, he had let him get a little out of control. Looking at the bruises all over his body, a bitter smile appeared on Qianfan's lips. That was exactly what he wanted. Only in this way could he deal with the "date" after dawn.

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Heavenly Soul Chronicles Chapter 47

The next day—

After the Heavenly Palace court session, Mingye was summoned to the side hall by the Fourth Prince. Because he had missed the war meeting without reason yesterday, he was bound to be reprimanded by the Fourth Prince, as expected.

Mingye had been standing in the center of the side hall for almost an hour. The demon clan's attendants were left outside and not allowed to enter. The hall was full of people from the gods.

"Sigh, when will this ever end?" Mingye sighed inwardly, putting his hands behind his back, staring at his shoes, and secretly making a face. Who said that the Fourth Prince of Shayunluo was a man of few words, calm and composed? Then who is this incessantly chattering fellow in front of him? Mingye glanced at the Shayunluo guards standing to the side, only to see that everyone was pale-faced and stood ramrod straight and solemn. They had never seen their master speak so much at once, let alone seen him so angry.

"...Fourth Brother is asking you a question, Your Highness, why aren't you answering?" A woman's voice rang out in the empty hall.

Mingye came back to his senses and looked up. It turned out that a fiery beauty beside the Fourth Prince had spoken. She had a head of wildly red, wavy hair, and her full lips looked like they were about to drip honey. She was like a rose petal soaked in milk, sweet but not unpleasant. This stunning beauty was no ordinary woman; she was one of the seven holy envoys serving the Heavenly Emperor, the Fire-Slaying Holy Envoy known as "Bloody Mary"—Lima Shayunluo. She was the youngest sister of the Fourth Prince and also the grand-brother of the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son, Shen Tiankui.

In the past, Kui had held this woman in high esteem, so Mingye had at least shown her a slight smile.

"You dare to smile? I ask you, why were you absent yesterday?" The Fourth Prince was furious; it seemed his little disciple didn't take his rage seriously.

Startled by his shout, Mingye quickly suppressed his smile, lowering his head and lazily replying, "Yesterday was because… something happened in the palace, so I left first."

"Oh? What kind of important matter made you so anxious that you didn't even have time to ask for instructions and needed to rush back immediately?" The Fourth Prince decided not to let him off the hook. "Tell me!"

Damn it! Do I need to report matters of the Demon Palace to you?

Mingye retorted disdainfully in his heart, arrogantly raising his head and glaring at the Fourth Prince, "I already instructed a female official to ask for leave for me. What more do you want from me? Can't I even ask for leave if I'm not feeling well?" In that instant, he felt the dignity of the demon race had been challenged.

Not feeling well? The Fourth Prince snorted coldly. His spies had already given him a detailed report on Mingye's every move. He knew perfectly well why this little rascal had suddenly returned to the Demon Palace yesterday. To disregard the greater good for such a trivial matter was not the behavior of a wise ruler. If he wasn't taught a lesson, he might not repent and would become even more outrageous in the future. This time, he not only broke the rules but also dared to lie to his face. No matter how much he spoiled him, he couldn't let him act so recklessly.

"Are you really not feeling well? I'll have to check you out!" After saying that, the Fourth Prince immediately raised his hand and pointed, and a sharp spiritual energy shot straight towards Mingye like lightning.

A flash of red light appeared before his eyes, and danger instantly loomed. Mingye instinctively activated his Heavenly Soul, attempting to open a protective barrier.

At this critical moment, however, his Heavenly Soul remained unmoved. Damn it! He had forgotten that the Resurrection Spell had drained his spiritual energy. It was too late to dodge now. Mingye retreated with all his might, but it was futile. The fierce attack struck him squarely, a dull pain shooting through his abdomen, blood gushing uncontrollably from his mouth and nose. He was thrown against the back wall, then bounced to the ground.

"Your Highness!!" Lima's exclamation jolted the Fourth Prince, still in shock. Faster than her, a tall, slender figure appeared beside Mingye in the blink of an eye, his strong arms lifting his small body. "Fool! Why didn't you dodge? Didn't you know to set up a barrier to block that attack?" The Fourth Prince was only angry with him, but he never intended to really hurt him. Looking at his little disciple, whose injuries were worsening, he asked repeatedly in exasperation, "How are you? How do you feel? Are you alright?" He reached out to wipe the blood that kept flowing from the corner of Mingye's mouth.

The Resurrection Spell was truly a remarkable magic. Although Mingye kept spitting blood, he knew that his injuries were healing rapidly.

Lima rushed over and happened to see the concerned look on the Fourth Prince's face, which surprised her. Her fourth brother was a proud and intelligent person who had never cared much about the people and things around him since childhood, always displaying an indifferent attitude. But towards this little demon prince, he would unconsciously show a tender side. He probably hadn't even realized that his hands holding the little prince were trembling slightly. The renowned guardian war god of the celestial realm had lost his composure for the sake of a child.

Lima, more sober than him, immediately said, "Your Highness, let me see your injuries first."

"No need." Taking advantage of regaining some strength, Mingye pushed away the two people surrounding him, sat up, caught his breath, glanced at the Fourth Prince, and said calmly, "The Grand Tutor did this just to punish me." Like a schoolboy reciting a self-criticism, he bowed his head in repentance: "I know I was wrong, and I won't do it again. If the Grand Tutor has no other instructions, may I go back to the palace to change my clothes?"

The Fourth Prince was utterly helpless with him. "Are you really alright?" He looked worriedly at his little apprentice's pale face, more blood trickling from his lips. The Fourth Prince reached out to wipe it away, but the little fellow immediately turned his head away in disgust, avoiding his touch. The Fourth Prince awkwardly withdrew his hand and instructed his sister, "Take him downstairs for a thorough examination. Be careful. If he's really alright, let him go back." With that, he stood up and led his personal guards away from the side hall.

What was this?

Beneath the calm surface, Mingye harbored deep resentment—those damned gods! Did they treat him like an untamed dog? Beating him up and then giving him a bone. They wanted him to be docile, so he'd pretend to be one to satisfy their desire for conquest, what was wrong with that? Just please, stop putting on that fake caring face, it's disgusting!!

Chapter 48 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

"Alright, alright, Lady Lima, I don't need you, I can walk by myself!" Mingye repeatedly refused Lima's offer to carry him, struggling to his feet. He thought: Damn it, I can't even carry Qianfan, and now I have to let a woman carry me? How am I supposed to face anyone after this?

Lima saw him being beaten so badly, yet still trying to act tough, and felt pity for him. Without a word, she went over and took his arm, then put her other hand behind him, supporting his waist so he could put most of his weight on her. But the little guy was more stubborn than she had imagined, his face clearly saying, "I'm not happy! Don't touch me!"

Lima had been Shen Tiankui's tutor for five or six years and understood children's minds perfectly. This little guy probably felt that having a woman help him in public would damage his dignity and make him lose face. Knowing his little scheme, Lima chuckled twice, her mouth close to Mingye's ear, half-coaxing, half-threatening: "Don't be stubborn, obediently let me help you to the convalescent room. You took Fourth Brother's blow head-on, so you're obviously badly injured; it's already quite an achievement that you can stand up. If you don't cooperate, be careful I'll beat you to a pulp in public, making you even more embarrassed!" She was pleased to see two blushes of embarrassment and anger appear on the little guy's pale face.

Hmph! This woman is so rude, no wonder she's over twenty and still unmarried! Mingye grumbled inwardly for a while, but finally stopped resisting and let Lima help him to the recuperation room.

"You lot, help the young prince take off his robes and help him lie down on the bed. I need to give him a full check-up," Lima instructed the maids in the recuperation room. The maids obeyed and went to undress Mingye.

His injuries were so painful that even a small movement like raising his arm would aggravate his damaged internal organs. Mingye tried to untangle his elaborate hair bun, but clumsily got his hair caught on the hairpin and couldn't get it off. He pulled hard a few times, but it still didn't work. He was in pain and weak, and he was angry but helpless. When you're down on your luck, everything seems to conspire against you. He sat on the bed, sulking, tears almost welling up in his eyes, but he forced them back.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll help you." Lima walked behind him and deftly pulled out several hairpins. His long, shimmering silver hair flowed down like water, covering his shoulders and back. Holding a few strands in her hand, she felt a smooth, cool touch—truly a beauty rarely seen in the world. Lima exclaimed sincerely, "Your Highness, your hair is so beautiful!" Mingye

ignored her. The maid had already untied his clothes and carefully placed them one by one on the table beside him.

After his robes were removed, the little demon king's skin, as smooth and lustrous as jade, captivated the girls present. It was the first time they had seen the legendary "exquisitely handsome" second prince of the demon race up close. They all stood there dumbfounded, as if their souls had been stolen—good heavens! Such a handsome boy, in all the world, perhaps only Princess Shen Tiankui could rival him. A group of girls, revealing their wolfish, lustful nature, giggled and circled around Mingye:

"Your Highness, is there anything else you need? Just tell us."

"Your Highness, shall I help you lie down?"

"Your Highness, there's a big bead of sweat on your forehead, let me wipe it away for you."

"Your Highness, do you want to take off your pants?"

"Oh, Your Highness, your face looks terrible, is your wound hurting? I..."

"Ahem!" Lady Lima coughed twice as a warning, finally snapping the group of infatuated palace maids out of their daze and causing them to withdraw their unrestrained gazes and wolfish claws, while wiping the drool from the corners of their mouths.

"There's nothing more for you here, you can all leave."

The palace maids dared not disobey, and as they left, they kept looking back, reluctant to part.

Chapter 49 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul:

Sending A Flock of Sparrows Away, Lima helped Mingye lie down, her hand skillfully pressing on his abdomen.

"Ugh..." Mingye frowned in pain, his fists clenched, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Poor child, Fourth Brother is too strict with him."

Lima walked to a glass cabinet, picked out a bottle of azure-green medicine, returned to help Mingye up, letting him lean against her, then held the small bottle to his lips and fed him. "Don't blame Fourth Brother, he hurt you today purely unintentionally. Nobody expected you wouldn't be able to avoid it. Silly boy, you deliberately didn't dodge, to make him feel guilty, didn't you?" Although the child was young, his mind was quite deep.

Mingye choked on the medicine, widened his innocent silver eyes, staring straight at Lima, as if retorting: I'm not a masochist, why would I deliberately hurt myself?

Lima chuckled, then sighed, saying, "Fourth Brother was quite angry with you yesterday. He originally wanted you to go to Shayunluo City after the meeting to give you a gift, but you disappeared all afternoon, wasting his good intentions."

A gift? Mingye swallowed the blood-replenishing liquid in his mouth, blinked curiously, and gestured for Lima to continue.

Lady Lima casually and accurately tossed the empty bottle into a recycling bin five zhang away, then helped Mingye lie down, placed her hand on his abdomen, and began chanting a healing incantation. The more

the little fellow wanted to know, the more she wanted to keep him in suspense, laughing mysteriously, "Hehe, that thing is truly a treasure. It's not easy for any of us brothers and sisters to even catch a glimpse of it. Fourth Brother actually gave it to you as a fifteenth birthday present." She paused briefly, then said with great regret, "What a pity, it's no use knowing now. You angered Fourth Brother, and he's decided not to give it to you. You have to go get it yourself."

"Go get it myself?" Mingye asked, puzzled.

“Yes.” Lima nodded. “It’s a tradition of the Heavenly Palace to hold a performance-style fighting competition before every major battle to boost morale. This time, the battle against the Elf Clan is no exception. That treasure is one of the prizes; you have to win the competition to get it…”

Mingye curled his lip: “Tch! You talk like it’s something amazing. Who cares about things from your divine race?”

Lima raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You don’t care about the treasures of the Shayunluo Clan? Then what do you care about? Human men?”

Mingye’s heart skipped a beat. He propped himself up and glared warily at the Fire Saint: “What do you mean?” He became agitated and started coughing up blood again.

Lima quickly pressed him down, scolding him in a displeased low voice, "What's your hurry? That mere male concubine isn't even worthy of being mentioned. Are you afraid we're too idle and will harm him?" The boy under her was tense all over. Lima sighed, "We just hope you know what you're doing. Xiao Ye, in your position, there are some things you can't do as you please, but you... sigh, no wonder the Demon Lord is forcing you to marry."

The sedative ingredients in the blood-replenishing potion took effect, and Ming Ye lay back on the bed weakly, his body forced to relax, even feeling drowsy. That familiar, unbearable fatigue washed over him again—ah, he really wished he could close his eyes and never wake up again.

“Lady Lima,” Silver Eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on Mingye’s lips, “The three-year Heavenly Punishment period is over, and Kui will soon awaken. All the mistakes of the past were my fault alone. I owe him too much, and I will not allow the world to condemn him further.” His eyelids felt heavy, and the intense sleepiness couldn’t erase the pain in his chest. His breathing grew longer, his voice weaker: “Do you understand…Lady Lima? Qianfan…he is…a necessary existence…

to protect Princess Kui? ”

Lima suddenly understood.

So that’s how it is…

She stroked the child’s exquisite face, her eyes moistening—this child, having experienced the tragedy of his country’s destruction overnight, silently enduring the grief of losing his parents while leading his people to surrender to the Heavenly Realm, hadn’t uttered a single word of defense in the face of his people’s cold accusations, silently bearing the infamy. Demon Lord Hengye’s health was poor, and he had also learned to help his elder brother with the heavy burden of state affairs. A mere fifteen-year-old child, yet his eyes were like bottomless pools, concealing countless secrets, only shedding tears in his sleep…

How could this be?

Lima still remembered the scene when she first met this child three years ago.

At that time, the Demon Clan resided in the Snow Kingdom of the far north, living a carefree and peaceful life. One could imagine that this beautiful child was the apple of his parents' eye, spoiled and mischievous, utterly unruly. One day, he secretly practiced some strange magic and suffered a qi deviation. His soul left his body, flew to the Heavenly Realm, and possessed the body of a little white cat. He lost his memory, unable to recall who he was. By chance, he encountered Prince Kui, who was traveling incognito outside the palace. Prince Kui, unusually easygoing, didn't mind his unknown origins. The two children hit it off immediately, and surprisingly, they used the Return to Origin Technique to bind their fates together, to live and die together. This was outrageous! It terrified the adults of the God Clan.

Although the little white cat had lost its memory, it still occasionally emitted a terrifying demonic aura. The gods of Heaven could not stand idly by invading the demon race. Ignoring Prince Kui's protection, they devised a plan to force the little white cat to regain its memory and reveal its true soul. The Heavenly Emperor, who already intended to subjugate the demon race, planned to use Prince Mingye to coerce the Demon Lord into surrendering. Amidst countless conspiracies and lies, death and destruction raged... Blood stained the frosty sky... Two boys, facing each other on the battlefield, gazed at each other from afar, silently smiling bitterly, yet always holding fast to their convictions, never betraying one another. Their innocent gazes seemed to silently mock the ugly ambitions of the world, the meaningless flames of war...

Chapter Fifty of the Heavenly Soul Chronicle:

Two little shikigami possessed astonishing spiritual power, but unfortunately, their minds were simple, possessing the intelligence of at most five or six-year-old children. Qianfan casually made up an excuse, saying he was unwell and wanted to sleep alone, disliking being disturbed, easily sending the two innocent little shikigami away.

The little shikigami dared not stray far, guarding the palace gate. Qianfan then jumped out of the room's window and arrived at the agreed-upon place. Someone was already waiting there, but it wasn't the Marquis himself. Seeing Qianfan arrive alone, the man's calm face remained expressionless. He didn't speak, only making a simple "please" gesture, intending to lead Qianfan elsewhere.

Qianfan followed behind him, sensing that although the man's clothes were ordinary, his bearing was extraordinary, certainly someone of high rank in the palace.

The man led him to a room deep within the palace. From afar, he could already hear deep male voices discussing something. Qianfan paused, realizing from the voices that there were at least five or six men inside. His steps faltered, his heart pounding. The man in front knocked on the door and whispered, "My lord, the person has arrived."

"Heh, you've arrived?" The rough voice was unmistakable to Qianfan; it was the man who had harassed him yesterday—Clan Chief Chenglong, one of the three great noble families.

The door opened, but Qianfan's feet were rooted to the spot, unable to move. He desperately suppressed the urge to escape welling up inside him.

"What? Aren't you coming in?" the person inside urged impatiently.

Qianfan gritted his teeth and entered the room.

"Oh, it's him. Not bad looking. Where did Lord Chenglong find such a beautiful woman?"

All eyes in the room were on him. Qianfan was stunned. There were at least ten strong men before him, each with a powerful physique, dressed in military uniforms. Their gazes were as ferocious as a pack of wolves.

In fact, the Chenglong family controlled the Demon Clan's military headquarters. This group consisted entirely of Chenglong's infiltrators within the army. In the strictly disciplined military camp, soldiers rarely had the opportunity to find women for sexual gratification. Today, Chenglong summoned them all, intending for his trusted men to sample the new favorite the young prince had taken a liking to. Of course, he wouldn't reveal Qianfan's identity, otherwise his men would be deterred by the dignity of the royal family and wouldn't dare to make a move on this rare beauty.

A group of men who hadn't been close to women for a long time, upon seeing Qianfan, assumed that Chief Chenglong had brought a prostitute to satisfy their cravings. Looking at the pale, pitiful beauty before them, several of them couldn't resist the urge to pounce. "Come on, little beauty, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and come over so we can pamper you!" One of them reached out and pulled Qianfan's arm, encircling him in his embrace, holding his slender waist, and planting a big kiss on his fair cheek. Hey, this beauty is really something! He has a dignified appearance, without a trace of vulgarity, unlike typical prostitutes with their head and face covered in perfume. He exudes a faint, pleasant fragrance that is intoxicating.

Qianfan struggled gently in his arms, dodging his wolfish kiss, and anxiously questioned Chenglong, "My lord, how...how could you do this? These people...how could you..." He never dreamed that Chenglong would bring a group of people to humiliate him. He thought he only needed to please one person with his body, but unexpectedly...

"Slap!" A crisp slap landed on his face. Chenglong came in front of him, grabbed his chin, and seeing Qianfan wince in pain, Chenglong smiled wickedly, "You slut, don't you know your place? You think I, your lord, would personally take you? Hmph, you wish! I'm very selective, unlike some greenhorn who'll eat any kind of garbage!" His hand reached for the softness of Qianfan's chest.

"No..." Qianfan groaned softly, but the soldiers behind him tightly encircled his body, making him unable to move or escape.

"Heh, look at your wanton body, how could that underdeveloped brat satisfy you? Today there are twelve men here, all elite soldiers, strong and robust. Let them feed you well." He then winked at his men, signaling them to begin the game.

"Don't touch me!" Qianfan struggled in terror, "How could you do such a filthy and despicable thing... Ah!" Before he could finish, he was slapped again. This time, it was one of the soldiers.

"Damn it! You shameless bitch, how dare you disrespect the Marquis? Hmph, today the brothers will teach you a lesson for your insolent tongue!" He groped Qianfan, thoroughly enjoying touching his body. "Huh?" Soon, he realized something was wrong. He touched the "woman's" genitals and found...

"Hehe, I forgot to tell you, she's not a woman." Cheng Long explained, "This slut is the offspring of a human and a demon, possessing a hermaphroditic body. Her sexual desire is even stronger than ours. You don't need to be gentle today, just have your fun!"

The soldiers were overjoyed, and several rushed forward to strip Qian Fan of his clothes.

"Stop!" Qian Fan, surrounded by the crowd, suddenly shouted. It seemed he couldn't escape today. He glared at Cheng Long, and the crowd, intimidated by the cold hatred in his eyes, stopped.

Qian Fan stared at the man: "You can do whatever you want to me. But remember your promise! If you dare hurt that child, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Cheng Long, enraged, slapped Qian Fan's slender body to the ground. "Damn slut, still don't understand your situation? How dare you spout such nonsense? That kid spoils you rotten?" He kicked Qianfan hard in the stomach.

"Ouch!!" Qianfan clutched his stomach, curling up on the ground in pain.

"Come on! Give him a good beating! Kill him and I'll reward you!"

With Lord Chenglong backing him up, the group of hot-blooded men had no more scruples, each leering as they formed teams and took turns. Four men per team, the first team that won the rock-paper-scissors game pulled Qianfan up from the ground. Qianfan was in so much pain that he was somewhat dazed, only vaguely aware that someone had lifted him up, and several hands were caressing his body, picking at sensitive areas—his chest, his sides, and his genitals. Under the movements of those hands, his women's dress gradually became barely covering him, and the chilling sensation clearly told him that those guys had stripped him naked. The soldiers were all intensely interested in the grotesque body of the demon-human hybrid, eager to witness it firsthand.

Cheng Long sat quietly to the side, observing. He gestured, and the hidden cameras in the corner began recording, faithfully capturing every erotic scene. He wondered what expression would appear on Ming Ye's pretty face when these images were shown to him. Just imagining it excited every cell in his body.

Chapter 51 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul:

From afternoon until sunset, poor Qian Fan was gang-raped by more than a dozen men in the room, his body utterly mangled. His private parts were constantly being used, without a moment's respite. One limp penis was pulled out, and another thick, hard one immediately thrust in. He was raped no less than forty or fifty times, his voice hoarse from screaming. If Cheng Long hadn't ordered them to stop, those energetic soldiers would have continued to take turns ravaging him without restraint. Cheng Long knew he had to release this male concubine before Ming Ye returned to the palace, lest the young upstart become suspicious. Cheng Long was filled with hatred, but the time wasn't right yet; he didn't want to turn against Ming Ye too soon.

The soldiers, having had their fun, leisurely straightened their clothes. While loudly discussing how ecstatic the body on the bed was, they arranged the time and place for their next "gathering" with the Marquis, and then left in batches.

Only after everyone had left did Qian Fan on the bed manage to move slightly. His once fair skin was now covered in the marks left by the men—purplish-red hickeys and milky white semen. His two orifices, thoroughly ravaged, remained loose, the openings unable to close, and with each spasm of Qian Fan's body, large clumps of hot, filthy semen gushed out. Qian Fan's breasts had become round and full, brimming with milk, but he refused to open his milk ducts; no matter how the men caressed and suckled, they couldn't taste a single drop of his milk. This was the only thing the soldiers weren't entirely satisfied with that day.

Qian Fan wept silently. Having been gang-raped like this, how had he not died? He lewdly reached orgasm again and again, twisting his waist and swaying his hips beneath those men, moaning wantonly. With such a broken and filthy body, how could he face the young prince again? Those men actually… actually set a time for the next meeting… God, when would this torment end? He wiped the white fluid from the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't wipe away the tears falling from his eyes…

“Alright, Lady Lima, you can stop here. My injuries are nothing serious, please leave.” Mingye impatiently issued the order to leave.

The fiery red-haired beauty completely ignored his sour expression, letting out a series of terrifying "Oh ho ho ho" laughs, shamelessly saying, "How can that be? Fourth Brother entrusted you to my care, of course I have to get you safely back to your palace to complete my mission. What if something happens to you along the way, and Fourth Brother blames me?" She insisted on taking Mingye back to his palace, actually wanting to see the legendary male concubine who had the young prince so infatuated. In the demon realm, everyone was handsome and beautiful, yet this little guy had taken a fancy to an ordinary male courtesan from a brothel and even brought him back to the palace to favor him? What kind of logic was that? Even if this little guy wanted to find someone to divert attention and protect Prince Kui, he should at least find someone convincing. Could it be that the human man was even more beautiful than Prince Kui? Wow, how could that be? A series of questions made her really want to see that person.

Mingye understood her intentions perfectly well, and his face immediately darkened: "This is the Demon Palace, Lady Lima, please restrain yourself!" The implication was clear: this is my territory, and you can't do whatever you want here!

Lima sneered, ignoring the group of demon guards in front of her, and grabbed Mingye's cheek, pinching him until he cried out in pain before releasing her. "Don't put on airs with me. Wait until you've surpassed me in skill before you give me orders. Until then, you'd better let me bully you obediently, or you'll be sorry, understand?" She arrogantly ruffled Mingye's hair a few times before finally venting her anger. Lima, along with her entourage, left the Demon Palace.

Mingye gritted his teeth in anger, and the occasional laughter from a nearby guard only fueled his rage. He glared fiercely at them, and everyone hurriedly knelt down, no one daring to make a sound. Mingye stormed back to his palace, rubbing his still-aching wounds. He thought to himself that he had been unjustly beaten today; what had gotten into the Fourth Prince that he suddenly attacked him! Even if his absence from yesterday's war meeting was wrong, did the old man have to resort to violence? Damn the Resurrection Spell, who knows when it will wear off. His spiritual power hasn't recovered, and one day that old fox, the Fourth Prince, will find out. He needs to find a way to restore his spiritual power as soon as possible. Mingye then set his sights on that spell that could make people grow up quickly; he must master it as soon as possible…

After bathing, Qianfan lay listlessly on the bed, the lingering sensations of those men's touches and kisses still clinging to his body, impossible to wash away, like stains branded into his bones, never to be erased. He pulled open his shirt, looking at his breasts, full and alluring, covered in fingerprints and hickeys. The young prince was about to return to the palace, and he didn't have time to slowly squeeze out the juices inside. He could only sadly ponder how to explain to the young prince later, how to successfully deceive that clever child…

Suddenly, the door was rudely kicked open with a "bang," startling Qianfan. Looking towards the door, he saw the little boy rushing in angrily and throwing himself into his arms.

"Little… um…" Before he could finish speaking, the little guy in his arms suddenly looked up and kissed his lips firmly.

Mingye had suffered grievances outside and could only find solace in Qianfan. He pressed Qianfan down on the bed, supporting the back of his head, eagerly savoring the sweetness in his mouth.

Qianfan knew that the little guy must have encountered something unpleasant to be so eager to get close to him. "The young prince needs me right now!" This thought comforted Qianfan. He opened his arms and gently embraced Mingye.

Enveloped in his fragrant scent, Mingye felt he wasn't alone, and his mood gradually calmed down. He released Qianfan's lips, remaining silent. The usual calculating glint in his silver eyes was gone, replaced by a childlike clarity. He looked at Qianfan with a wronged expression, blinking repeatedly.

Qianfan smiled at him: "Why are you only back now? Was there a lot going on in the Heavenly Palace?" He got out of bed, took Mingye's hand, and led him to the dining table: "Come on, you must be hungry. Dinner has been prepared for a while. Eat something first, okay?"

Chapter 52 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

"No!" Mingye hugged Qianfan's waist from behind. "I don't want to eat those things, Qianfan. I want to eat in bed..." He buried his face in Qianfan's back, giving the order sweetly yet domineeringly. To make sure the person in his arms fully understood his meaning, his small hands began to roam tirelessly over Qianfan's body.

Having just been brutally violated and ravaged by a group of soldiers all day, Qianfan's body still vividly remembered the wanton pleasure. Mingye knew his sensitive spots intimately, and every caress made him groan with uncontrollable pleasure. Qianfan was terrified—terrified that his wanton body would become insatiable in its sexual desires, and even more afraid that his secret would be discovered by the child behind him. "No…Your Highness…No…" he weakly resisted, pressing down on Mingye's hands that kept slipping deeper into his clothes.

But the child, who had suffered so much outside, desperately needed his comfort, desperately needed his warmth. With a playful glint in his eyes, Mingye bared his sharp fangs and, through the thin palace robes, gently bit Qianfan's supple waist.

"Ah!!" Qianfan jumped in fright, his body jerking violently. He intended to turn around and grab the wretched little devil in front of him, but his long skirt tripped him, causing him to lose his balance and suddenly fall forward. The child behind him tried to catch him, but was too weak and, with a "whoosh!", fell to the ground along with Qianfan. In a panic, two small hands automatically reached up to protect Qianfan's chest. As a result, Qianfan fell to the ground, his chest hitting the ground first, and it was quite a fall. Then he was pressed down by the little guy behind him. Fortunately, the little guy was thin and weak, and because his hands cushioned the fall, Qianfan didn't feel too much pain.

As for the unfortunate little devil, both of their weights were on his hands. It would be a lie to say he didn't feel pain, but... but! Qianfan's chest was very soft! As soon as it touched the ground, the two protrusions pressed directly against his palm, and then, with the pressure of the ground, warm liquid immediately gushed out, leaving his hands sticky and wet. The dazed Qianfan, oblivious to his surroundings, kept shifting his body, trying to stand up. His two soft, full breasts rolled around in the little lecher's hands. The incredibly fortunate Mingye stared wide-eyed, a flame flickering within them. The one who ignited this fire, however, was completely unaware that his struggles had left his clothes disheveled, his palace robes slipping down to reveal his snow-white shoulders—a sight that made one's mouth water, a sight that only made one want to bite down on them!

"Your Highness, you…you get up first." Remembering that he had caused him to fall, Qianfan felt a pang of guilt. He turned back, his eyes glistening with tears, his straight, glossy hair falling from his temples, making him appear even more pitiful. Mingye

narrowed his eyes, finding the beauty before him truly a feast for the eyes. He wasn't in a hurry to enjoy himself, obediently moving away from Qianfan and then helping the frail figure turn over. Seeing that the man's clothes had already slipped down his arms, revealing his alluring chest, he remained completely oblivious. The man, oblivious to the danger, pulled him closer, asking with feigned concern, "Are you hurt anywhere? Your Highness, let me see..."

"No..." Mingye replied in a low, hoarse voice, thinking that if he were stronger, he could sweep him up in his arms, toss him onto the bed, and immediately begin to make love to him...tsk tsk, how exhilarating that would be! His lewd fantasies were interrupted by Qianfan's sudden cry of pain before they could reach their climax.

Qianfan tried to sit up, but unexpectedly, the slightest movement caused a sharp pain in his abdomen. "Ah..." He trembled slightly in pain and lay back down.

"Qianfan!" Mingye exclaimed, seeing the large beads of sweat on his forehead, all his erotic fantasies vanishing without a trace. "Where does it hurt? Tell me." Qianfan just clutched his abdomen, his brows furrowed, unable to speak from the pain. Seeing this, Mingye quickly went to embrace him, his fingers untying the thin belt around Qianfan's waist, reaching inside to gently massage his lower abdomen.

Damn it! If he hadn't lost his spiritual power, he could have used a healing spell to ease his pain.

Mingye whispered comfortingly in Qianfan's ear, "Don't be afraid, just bear with it, I'll call the imperial physician right away..."

"No!!" Qianfan cried out in shock, ignoring the pain, "No need to call the imperial physician! I'm just... a little uncomfortable... it's nothing serious, don't call anyone else in." He looked pleadingly at the child before him—the marks of his indulgence on his body, if examined closely, would immediately expose his secret. He absolutely couldn't—let this child know!

Mingye paused for a moment, remembering how he had gone too far last night. The once jade-like body was now covered in his marks. A casual glance didn't reveal any difference between the large bruises on Qianfan's body and those from the previous night. "Are you really alright?" he asked, pressing on Qianfan's abdomen. "Does it hurt here?"

Qianfan didn't understand why his stomach had suddenly started hurting. He remembered the daytime incident, when the rude nobleman had punched him hard in the stomach, followed by his intestines being pierced by a dozen large penises… perhaps that was the reason. He calmed himself slightly and smiled at Mingye: "It's alright, you don't need to worry, it's just…" He lowered his head shyly, hiding the blush on his face, "It's just that tonight… it's not convenient to do *that*…" He spoke cryptically, but the little pervert surely understood.

Mingye blamed Qianfan's stomachache on himself, and was too busy apologizing to be rough with him: "I'm sorry, I was too reckless last night, causing you so much pain... I, I won't do that again."

But his self-reproach only made Qianfan more upset, "Silly boy, it wasn't your fault at all!" he murmured softly.

Mingye carefully helped him up: "It's cold on the floor at night, come, let me help you to bed." After settling Qianfan in, he asked: "You haven't had dinner yet, have you? Are you hungry? Shall I have someone make some light porridge for you?" He covered Qianfan with a thin blanket and was about to get out of bed to call a servant.

"No need." Qianfan grabbed him and shook his head: "I have no appetite, I'm not hungry, Your Highness doesn't need to trouble yourself. But you, you've been busy all day, you must be starving now."

His gentle and comforting words warmed Mingye's heart. Even though he was unwell, he was still thinking of him.

"Hungry! Of course I'm hungry!" Mingye mentally sang "The Legend of the Hungry Wolf," barely suppressing the urge to pounce on him. Good heavens, the fresh meat was right in front of him, yet he couldn't eat it! He brought his hand to his mouth, where a white, fragrant stain remained. Squinting at Qianfan, the little devil refused to deprive himself, his pink tongue licking his hand with relish. "Mmm, I'm so hungry, Qianfan, what do you suggest?"

Understanding his obvious hint, Qianfan sighed resignedly. He'd already fed him so many times; there was no need to be coy and shy anymore. Besides, his chest was uncomfortably swollen. Blushing, he sat up against the headboard, half-heartedly opening his arms, but his eyes remained fixed on Mingye.

"Yeah~~" Mingye pounced, burrowing into his warm embrace, enjoying his special treat. He ate with relish, then started grumbling indiscriminately, saying things like, "Mmm, Qianfan, your heart is beating so fast! Does it feel good?" Then he asked, "Do you like me sucking hard, or slowly but continuously?" His teeth would occasionally brush against her delicate nipples as he spoke. A moment later, he burped and said, "So delicious! And still warm, it's Qianfan's body temperature...ahhh..."

Even the good-natured Qianfan was both embarrassed and angry at his teasing. She hardened her heart and pressed his head against her chest: "You better behave, why are you talking so much?"

That's more like it! Hehehe, Mingye sweetly buried his face in his chest, saying nothing more.

Chapter Fifty-Three of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul:

The Demon Prince's wedding was scheduled for a month later, leaving little time for preparation. In haste, everything had to be simplified. Moreover, the Demon Clan was still in a period of recuperation, so the wedding shouldn't be too grand.

In the Celestial Realm, Shuntian City was extremely isolated, and this wedding didn't attract much attention, a stark contrast to the grand wedding of the Dragon Prince not long ago. But Mingye didn't care at all. He had never valued his own wedding much. He didn't like women anyway, so marrying any of them made no difference to him. Besides, being of royal lineage, he had long been aware that his marriage would only be a political game, a bond of mutual support when needed. He could even foresee that this wouldn't be his only wedding; he would try every means to win over any force beneficial to the Demon Clan's development, and marriage was a convenient means to that end.

What surprised him was the Celestial Palace's reaction to his marriage. He had expected that the notoriously picky and tedious gods would at least voice some opposition. But this time, the Heavenly Emperor merely sent gifts to Shuntian City, offering no further complaints, his cooperative attitude somewhat suspicious. The only bright spot was that the rumors circulating three years ago about his ambiguous relationship with the Second Prince of the Heavenly Palace were gradually fading from people's minds. Qianfan always appeared in women's clothing by Mingye's side, and the outside world was unaware of the truth. The only rumor was that the young prince had recently taken a beautiful concubine, and that he would marry a noblewoman in a month. The rumors about his homosexual tendencies were also considered pure nonsense, which could be seen as achieving one of the goals of the grand wedding.

Compared to his little apprentice's wedding in a month, the Fourth Prince of the Shayunluo Clan was more concerned about the war against the Elf Clan six months later. But more than how to win the war, he was more troubled about how to manage the group of children who were going with him. Those children were all princesses and princes from prestigious families in the Heavenly Realm, and after learning that he would take Mingye to the Elf Clan, they had been pestering him to go along. They were usually spoiled and demanding, strong-willed and unruly. The Fourth Prince initially intended to take Mingye there to give him a chance to hone his skills, not to send him on a sightseeing trip. However, the other princesses and princes were a heavy burden. As the commander-in-chief, what if he failed to take good care of them and they suffered some injury? How could he explain this to their parents? Sigh... His headache worsened. During a break in the war council, the Fourth Prince's golden eyes glared with immense annoyance and frustration at the group of arrogant and ignorant children outside the window—

"I'll tell you something in secret..." Xingya, the heir of the Xingjian family, mysteriously uttered his latest prophecy to his three companions.

They all hid in the corner, and Xingya pointed to a hazelnut that had inexplicably appeared under a row of cherry blossom trees ten meters away, and declared his greatest insight: "I have a premonition that His Highness the Holy Dragon Prince will pass by those cherry blossom trees in a moment. If someone picks up a hazelnut from the ground in front of him, that person will be the 'most important person' in his life!" He spoke with absolute certainty, backed by the prestigious reputation of the Xingjian family as the royal family's official prophets, making his words highly credible. Moreover, he was extremely handsome, with long, soft white hair that almost reached the ground, and an aura of purity and ethereal beauty, making it easy for people to be misled into believing his words, forgetting that he lacked divine insight and was academically inept, thus establishing the Xingjian family's glorious record of being wrong in every single one hundred prophecies.

"Huh, is this true?" A tall, handsome boy with a sunny disposition stared excitedly at the hazelnut on the ground. He smiled, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. Rumors circulated that this guy, during a secret trip outside the palace, had been scouted by a well-known international toothpaste manufacturer to film an advertisement with the tagline "Our goal is—", but was politely declined by his clan elders. He was none other than Mu Xi Han Yan, the young master of the Soul Locker family.

"What?" Xing Ya gasped. "Mu Xi Han Yan, how dare you use a question in front of me?" His professional habit had unfortunately reached a critical point; he absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to question his pronouncements. His eyes, almost transparently pale, turned the same color as the whites of his eyes due to anger. Seeing his large, white-eyed eyes, only the whites remaining, was quite terrifying, like seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

"Aren't you two bored? Just for a stupid statement that has no logic and can't be verified, you want me to sit here with you?" A girl with light purple hair, a noble and aloof expression, and looking like a doll, taunted the two boys. "How can you prove such a private question as 'the most important person in one's life'? I'm afraid only the Holy Dragon Prince himself would know. Besides, the word 'life' already limits the timeframe for finding out the conclusion. Are we supposed to wait until he's on his deathbed to ask him who the most important person in his 'life' is? What a joke!" Calm analysis, unique insights, and rigorous logic were all characteristics of this Imperial Physician Princess—Shui Xinsha. Her healing abilities were already among the best in the clan when she was very young. Unfortunately, almost all geniuses are born with a bit of neuroticism. She didn't have much of a problem; she was just usually cold and aloof, only wanting to cry when happy and laugh when sad.

Xingya, startled by her cold glare, pouted and began to sob. He cried softly, his delicate face streaked with pearl-like tears. Unfortunately, his pitiful appearance was already commonplace in the eyes of his childhood friends, so no one paid him any attention.

Suddenly, Yaoying, the third prince of the Thunder God, exclaimed, "Hey, look, look! The Holy Dragon Prince is really coming this way!" The children immediately widened their eyes and looked towards the cherry blossom bushes. "Hmm, it seems Xingya was right this time." He was the most worldly and tactful among them, best at resolving conflicts between his friends.

Sure enough, the Holy Dragon Prince passed by the cherry blossom bushes as predicted, and at the same time, a dark shadow darted out in front of him, almost colliding with him. "Hey, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay in the palace?" He looked at the little fellow in front of him with a gentle smile. The little boy eagerly picked up the hazelnuts on the ground, holding them in his hands as if afraid others would snatch them from him. The Holy Dragon Prince affectionately picked up the squirrel in front of him and placed it in his ever-present sachet. "Stay in there obediently, don't run around." He had barely finished speaking when he heard a burst of unrestrained laughter erupt from the corner of the wall. He looked over.

Xingya, feigning deep thought, muttered dejectedly, "There's no reason...no reason...how could my divination be wrong...actually, humans and beasts...it's possible too..."

Mu Xihan and Shui Xinsha were already laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

Yao Ying could only smile wryly, watching the Holy Dragon Prince approach them with a "harmless smile" that seemed to await an explanation.

In the lounge on the second floor of the conference hall, the Fourth Prince, who had witnessed the entire process from above, felt a headache coming on and wanted to roll his eyes. These kids were just too...cute! How could he take them to war? The problem that had troubled him for so long suddenly clicked when he saw the silver-haired child walking down the corridor. A lightbulb went off in his head, and he grinned mischievously—heh, he had a solution.

At the same time, Mingye suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, his hair standing on end, unsure what bad luck he had just encountered. He became alert, like a frightened animal, and immediately looked around, but still couldn't find the two calculating, sharp eyes above him…

Chapter 54 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul.

"Ahem!" The Fourth Prince cleared his throat and "solemnly" addressed the children sitting around the round table in front of him:

"Learning 'leadership' and 'obedience' is your main lesson for this trip to the Elven race." He watched their varied expressions—confused, indifferent, excited, or full of anticipation—become clear. The Fourth Prince continued, “As you all know, before each campaign, the Heavenly Palace holds a demonstration-style, indiscriminate fighting competition. The one among you who achieves the best ranking will become the captain of the others. Once within the territory of the Elven race, the other team members must absolutely obey the captain's orders. As long as it doesn't hinder combat or harm one's dignity or body, the captain has the right to order subordinates to do anything! Anyone who disobeys will be punished upon returning to the Heavenly Realm!”

The children looked at each other, their minds filled with the glorious prospect of commanding their opponents to their utmost obedience, like slaves. Several pairs of innocent eyes, untouched by the trials of life, were instantly stirred by the Fourth Prince's impassioned words, sparkling with eager anticipation. Only one person, propping his head up with his hand, gave the Fourth Prince a wry, mocking smile before lowering his head again into deep thought.

The group of brainless fools present were misled by the Fourth Prince's evasive words, seeing only the one-sided benefits of power, unaware that it was a double-edged sword. With power comes corresponding responsibility; the greater the power, the heavier the responsibility. Unlike the others, Mingye wasn't naive. In his view, being a captain or a team member was a tough job. The Fourth Prince, true to his cunning nature, skillfully deflected the burden of caring for the group of children onto the unfortunate captain.

The Fourth Prince chuckled inwardly. Among these children, in terms of both character and ability, his little apprentice was the only one qualified to lead the others. He dared to say that, after his and Lanqin's guidance, if Mingye performed at 80% of his potential in the martial arts tournament, the championship would undoubtedly be his.

Although this child had been deliberately concealing his strength, biding his time, and painstakingly crafting scabbard after scabbard to hide his sharp edge, spending his days playing the fool to outwit his opponent, he naively believed he was doing a successful job. In reality, every discerning eye in the Heavenly Palace had long since seen through his emerging brilliance. "

Hmph, this little fool!"

The Fourth Prince, unable to contain his secret smirk, inadvertently blurted out, "Little pig, do you have any objections to my decision?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room exchanged awkward glances and fell into a silent slumber.

Mingye looked up and saw the Fourth Prince staring at him, and asked, amused and exasperated, "Is Your Excellency asking me a question?"

The Fourth Prince quickly coughed twice to cover it up, his expression becoming serious, revealing a kingly majesty that convinced everyone present that the renowned Heavenly War God would never publicly call someone "little pig," and that they must have been hallucinating.

The Fourth Prince adopted a serious expression: "Your Highness Mingye, do you have any more questions?"

"Yes! Can I not go?"

he shouted, but the Fourth Prince pretended not to hear: "Alright, since everyone has no objections, it's decided. Everyone go back and prepare well. I look forward to your performance in the martial arts competition." (

05-07
Heavenly Soul Chronicles Chapter 55

) Although Xingya hadn't lost his childishness and was somewhat dependent, he wasn't stupid at all. He knew that with his current abilities, it was impossible for him to become the captain. He returned to the Illusion Moon Water Palace of the Astrologer Clan, immediately going to find his mother, Palace Master Xingmei, hoping that she would temporarily lose her memory and no longer hold his usual laziness against him, teaching him a few quick-learning spells to prepare for the martial arts competition to be held in a few months.

Every day at this time, his mother would go to the Astrologer Palace to observe the stars.

Xingya paused before the palace gates, gathering his emotions. Tears welled in his eyes, his face contorted with misery, as if he'd just been badly bullied by his demonic companions. Feeling it wasn't enough, he rolled on the ground twice, completely ignoring the stunned silence of his attendants. After soiling his moon-white robes, he finally stepped into the Astrology Hall, satisfied.

Outside, the sunlight was still bright, but inside the hall was shrouded in darkness. The enormous glass ceiling always displayed a dazzling starry sky. His mother, Palace Mistress Xingmei, stood in the center of the palace, holding a scepter.

"Mommy~~~ Waaah…" Xingya cried out, feigning distress, and rushed towards her. "Waaah… they bullied me…"

Xingmei was startled. Seeing her precious son's disheveled appearance, her vivid imagination immediately conjured up a scene from a violent and erotic BL novel. Oh no! Despite her constant vigilance and tender care for her youngest son, the frail Xingya still got pounced on? And "them"?! How could Xingya possibly "resist" such a brutal group sex right off the bat? She was heartbroken and, abandoning all decorum, rushed forward to hug her youngest son, tears streaming down her face. "My darling, it's all my fault for making you so beautiful. In this world where there are too many wolves and not enough meat, how can you not suffer?" she cried, wiping away her tears. "Tell Mom quickly, which perverted family dared to bully you? Mom will definitely stand up for you and make them take responsibility..."

The innocent Xingya had no idea what his effeminate mother was saying; a communication barrier had formed between the two generations. But he hadn't forgotten his purpose for coming: "Mommy, I want to win the martial arts competition! To avoid being bullied, I must win! No matter what it takes, help me!"

"Huh?" Xingmei's eyes widened as she looked her youngest son up and down, her face filled with disbelief. To avoid being "bullied," was her delicate and frail youngest son going to turn the tables and become the "top"? Palace Master Xingmei felt somewhat troubled: "This... I'm afraid it's not easy. You look like you're the one being dominated..."

The words of the Heavenly Palace's imperial astrologer caused the distinguished guest, who had been left out in the cold, to throb with anger. A low, slightly angry rebuke rang out: "Xingmei! You are wasting my time." The imposing tone restored the astrological hall to its usual sacred and inviolable solemnity. However, this solemnity was shattered by the next words of Palace Master Xingmei—

"Eh, Your Majesty, so you're still here?"

The Heavenly Emperor nearly coughed up blood, gritting his teeth to maintain an elegant smile: "Yes, I am still here. May I ask if Palace Master may begin the astrological reading?" He was hidden in the shadows, not easily discovered, but the intense aura emanating from him made Xingya unconsciously shrink into his mother's arms.

Xingmei pushed her youngest son before the Heavenly Emperor, gently reminding him, "Come, Xingya, pay your respects to His Majesty."

Xingya glanced timidly at the handsome king, whose aura was as sharp as a thousand blades, hurriedly bowed, and retreated to his mother's side, silent as a cicada in winter, no longer daring to be presumptuous.

"Your Majesty, please don't blame him for his rudeness. Xingya is still young and hasn't seen much of the world." The words of Palace Mistress Xingmei were full of protectiveness. "It's alright to let him stay and watch over him, isn't it?" Xingmei bowed slightly to the Heavenly Emperor, her tone pleading, as she gently stroked her little darling's snow-white hair, her eyes full of maternal tenderness: "Although this child's third eye hasn't opened yet, as long as he meets the right person on the destined day, his abilities will greatly increase, and he will eventually become an astrologer surpassing me."

The Heavenly Emperor looked at the delicate Xingya several times, and couldn't help but feel worried about his heir. Could this little fellow truly grow up to be a remarkable astrologer, as his mother said, assisting the next king of the Heavenly Palace? Frankly, he had serious doubts, but outwardly, he promised with an air of entrusting him with a great responsibility: "Alright, in that case, let him stay and observe."

Xingmei smiled faintly, pushing her son away: "Good boy, stand back a bit." With that, she closed her eyes, tapping the ground with her scepter, which rang out with a resounding clang. A crimson light burst forth from her forehead; her Heavenly Eye opened, instantly filling the room with brilliance. Starlight flowed within the Astrological Hall, and Xingmei's face was bathed in a cool, serene light, solemn and awe-inspiring.

Thousands of rays of light poured forth from the astrologer's scepter, like countless earthly ties. The orbits of the stars in the night sky above the palace began to change. At this moment, the astrologer was about to reveal to others the destiny she had seen through her divine eye—

"Fate is nothing more than a chess piece manipulated by the heavens." As her prophecy began, a terrifying celestial phenomenon appeared in the vast, dark blue night sky—seven bright moons hung in the heavens. Among them, a huge, silvery-blue moon occupied half the sky, somewhat unreal, like a mirage reflecting distant mountains. Surrounding it in a six-pointed star formation were six slightly smaller, dimmer moons: three silvery-white and three dark red, arranged in a staggered pattern.

"Seven…seven moons?!" Xingya gasped in astonishment.

The Heavenly Emperor calmly said, "Only seven? Look more closely."

Prompted by his words, Xingya's eyes widened. Sure enough, behind that enormous silvery-blue moon, a crescent-shaped dark red moon was hidden; if it were to fully reveal itself, it would undoubtedly occupy the other half of the sky.

Xingya was completely stunned, unconsciously muttering to himself, "The eighth moon!"

The astrologer pointed to the sky, "Ancient texts record that the largest, silvery-white star is called 'Radiant Star,' the 'source of ultimate good.' The dark red one is called 'Dark Star,' the 'source of ultimate evil.' Each is guarded by three 'planetary stars.' If all three planetary stars are destroyed and fall, their primary star will transform into another extreme element. Now, Radiant Star and Dark Star have descended, destined to meet in the heavens. However, one of the planetary stars beside Radiant Star has already fallen..." "What it presents is merely the lingering afterglow."

The Heavenly Emperor suddenly said earnestly, "Those who do not know the truth are forever kept in the dark, manipulated by those who know, yet they live carefree lives; those who know the truth marvel at the cruelty and capriciousness of fate, can take the initiative, and seek opportunities to turn the tide." He lowered his head, his burning gaze fixed on Xingya: "If you had to choose, which kind of person would you want to be?"

Xingya answered without hesitation: "The first kind!" There's a good thing about not knowing; knowing more is useless. Let him be a simple, happy person.

The Heavenly Emperor's lips twitched: Is this something a prophet should say? He shook his head helplessly, waved his wide sleeves, and strode away from the Astrological Palace.

"Did I say something wrong?" Xingya's eyes glistened with genuine tears.

His mother gazed at him with a smile: "You did nothing wrong, my good child! Only by following your own heart will you avoid future regrets."

"But..." Xingya pointed to a dark shadow on the horizon: "What is that? It's a blurry, indistinct mass."

The Palace Mistress of Xingmei Palace was deeply surprised: "You can see it too?"

Overjoyed, she threw down her scepter and hugged her youngest son tightly. "My dear baby, you can really see that thing? Hehehe, I deliberately hid it, deceiving the Heavenly Emperor's discerning eye, but I didn't expect you to see through it." She excitedly kissed Xingya's fair face several times: "Everyone says our baby will be the most powerful astrologer, able to see 'Shadow Clouds' even before his Heavenly Eye is opened, but others don't believe it!"

She suddenly looked up, her face serious, her eyes flashing with a cold yet bright light: "Xingya, you must remember, the monarch you will serve in the future will be someone you are willing to serve, regardless of status, wealth, or power. Once you have chosen someone..." You must serve him wholeheartedly, no matter who you are enemies with. Your only consideration must be your 'monarch'. Violating this principle will surely bring divine retribution; this is the fate of astrologers. Remember your mother's words today, Xingya. "

Chapter 56 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

" "What's wrong with this?" Yiquan said excitedly, "As long as we win the competition, we can become the captain. Then, when Your Highness wants them to go east, they won't dare to go west; when you make them stand, they will never dare to sit down. Why not take this opportunity to properly punish those gods and dampen their arrogance? How satisfying!"

"It's not as simple as you think." Mingye ignored the noisy sparrows around him and carefully searched the bookshelf.

Wei Chenwangyue, on the other side, also spoke up: "I think the Fourth Prince has his reasons for making this decision. Think about it, if you do a good job as captain and win the respect of your subordinates, they might be able to work for you when you return. At the very least, they won't be your enemy. This is a good opportunity to win people's hearts. But on the other hand, if you don't do a good job as captain, you will not only offend those children, but also anger their entire families. That would be a big problem! I wonder what kind of effect the Fourth Prince wants you to achieve." This former Taifu was always sparing with his words, but when there was a major event, he would not hesitate to offer his advice.

Mingye chuckled, "Hey, look at you guys, talking like I'm destined to be the captain." He pulled a book from the shelf, flipped through it a few times, then put it back in disappointment. He then picked up another book and repeated this process, casually replying to the two beside him, "To be honest, I really don't want to do this thankless job. It's not like we absolutely need the power of the gods, so why bother trying to subdue them? It's safer to just be a team member... Ah! I found it!"

"What are you looking for?" The little guy had been holed up in the library for ages, neglecting his business and refusing help from others. Weichen Wangyue was very dissatisfied with his absent-minded attitude.

Mingye mysteriously stuffed the book into his robes, no longer wanting to see the two's expressions, and slipped away. What he had found was the ancient book that recorded the secret technique of "time shrinking." Time shrinking was a spell that could make someone grow up instantly, unleashing the power of their peak state within a limited time.

The celestial realm entered its rainy season, the sky overcast and the rain fine and continuous. Amidst the pattering rain, preparations for the Demon Prince's wedding were being carried out quietly and diligently. Many paid little attention to the wedding, including the couple themselves, as it was widely known to be merely a political charade. However, one person, upon hearing the news, was deeply surprised and saddened—

"What? So he never told you? Heh, no wonder. What are you anyway? At best, you're just a male prostitute who's only temporarily favored! He'll get tired of you someday and just throw you away. Why would he bother telling you so much?"

The vicious words pierced Qianfan's heart like needles. But what hurt him even more was that he couldn't deny what the man said.

Cheng Long, that cunning devil, to avoid being discovered by Ming Ye, approached Qianfan again two weeks later. This time, he brought even more men than before. Those soldiers, whose lust had been building up for so long, quickly stripped Qianfan naked. Learning from their previous experience, they brought many sex toys this time.

Several strong men tied the naked Qianfan to a specially made chair. The back of the chair curved backward at a subtle angle, causing the person sitting on it to lean back, their chest raised high. They tied Qianfan's hands behind his back to the chair back, then spread his legs wide apart and tied them to the armrests on either side.

Because of the chair's shape, Qianfan was forced to straighten his back, causing his buttocks to stick out even higher. His legs were spread wide, exposing his private parts to everyone. After forcing him into this lewd position, Chenglong told him the news of the young prince's upcoming wedding, but he said it very subtly. At least the soldiers present, focused on admiring Qianfan's fair and beautiful body, didn't notice what they were saying.

His bent back made it difficult for him to breathe, and with each breath, Qianfan's chest heaved even more, making the dozen or so wolves eager to pounce.

Cheng Long took out a glass bottle, waved it in front of Qian Fan, and told him, "This contains a colorless and odorless slow-acting poison. Get close to that boy, and secretly pour it into his daily food, just one drop a day. If you agree to cooperate, I will not only release you, but also guarantee you a life of luxury from now on." He gently stroked Qian Fan's left breast, then lightly squeezed it a few times, causing Qian Fan to gasp and moan, before saying with satisfaction, "After all, serving someone with your body is not a long-term solution. How long do you think that boy will pamper you? The girl he married this time is a famous beauty in the clan, and of noble status. Perhaps after the marriage, he will mature and quickly forget about you. What will you do then? Hehe, how could his new wife let you go so easily?"

Qian Fan trembled slightly, unsure whether it was because his words chilled her heart or because his actions made her uncomfortable.

Seeing that he remained silent, Cheng Long tightened his grip: "Don't worry, I don't want that child dead. He's just too much of a worry. To deal with a disobedient child, you have to teach him a lesson, make him realize his place. Don't you think so?"

Qian Fan simply closed his eyes, turned his face to one side, his breath short but firm: "I won't help you harm him. You don't need to waste your breath trying to persuade me."

"Really not going?" Cheng Long narrowed his eyes, a vicious glint in them. "Hmph, just how loyal you are, we'll see. One day you'll come crying to me." He took out a box from the side and opened it, inside were a syringe and several vials of clear liquid.

He deftly used the syringe to drain one of the vials. "Guess what's in here?"

Qian Fan didn't look at him, only sneered. Besides using such despicable methods as injecting him with aphrodisiacs, what else could this tyrannical nobleman do?

His disdain and mockery excited Cheng Long greatly. He seemed to read Qianfan's mind, a sinister smile spreading across his face. He turned to his men behind him and said, "Last time, everyone wasn't quite satisfied because this male concubine refused to release his milk for us to enjoy. So this time, we'll have to use some methods." As he spoke, he flicked his finger onto the syringe, then pushed the plunger. A thin jet of water shot out from the white needle.

Qianfan had a bad feeling. He stared in horror at the syringe in Chenglong's hand.

Chenglong leaned down and, with his free hand, began to fondle Qianfan's breasts. Qianfan reflexively tried to pull away, but his bound body forced him to stand tall, helplessly enduring the lewdness and groping. His snow-white, soft breasts were grasped by a large hand, kneaded and flattened, gradually turning a vibrant pink, like a ripe peach. As Qianfan gasped for breath, his body gradually went limp, but his nipples hardened.

Suddenly, Cheng Long pinched the bright red nipple with one hand! He pinched it between two fingers, pulled, and twisted it.

"Ahhh..." Qian Fan couldn't escape, and painfully tilted her head back, screaming shrilly.

"Look at how slutty you are! That kid trained you well." Cheng Long aimed the needle in his hand at the small hole on the nipple. “Let me tell you straight, this contains a lactation stimulant. Postpartum women with insufficient milk production use this to stimulate milk production. You little slut, your breasts have swelled up so much after I touched you a few times. With this medicine, hehe, you're sure to produce milk today!” He laughed, addressing the men behind him who were already drooling. “Brothers, you're in for a treat today.”

When Qianfan realized the needle was going to be inserted into his nipple, he turned deathly pale, wishing he could just faint. Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, and he couldn't speak, repeatedly pleading, “Don't do this…please…don't do this…”

Chenglong ignored him, cupping his firm breasts and inserting the cold steel needle into his nipple.

The nipple is such a sensitive area; even the slightest friction from something rough is unbearable, let alone having such a sharp instrument like a needle inserted.

Bound tightly, his body trembled with fear, slightly flushed. To the wolves, he was a beautiful sight, like a peony in full bloom. But what kind of pain was the body's owner enduring?

"Ugh... Ah... No... No... Don't..." Qianfan couldn't break free, nor dared he. He feared that any movement would pierce his breast with a sharp, numbing pain, accompanied by a chilling sensation. The needle slowly pierced his nipple, and a pitiful groan echoed throughout the room...

Chapter Fifty-Seven of the Legend of the Heavenly Soul:

The Demon Clan's Nature is Cold and Cruel. The dozen or so soldiers watching, their faces contorted with rage, all wore the madness of sadists. Seeing Qianfan's once beautiful and gentle face contorted with pain, seeing him, who usually didn't even raise his voice, constantly emitting horrifying screams, gave them a tremendous sense of pleasure.

The pain of a steel needle piercing the nipple was unimaginable to others. How could those sensitive areas, teeming with nerve endings, withstand such torment? Qianfan was in excruciating pain, almost to the point of collapse. But even more agonizing pain was yet to come. The steel needle pierced deeper and deeper, until Chenglong began to push the piston, slowly injecting the medicine. The tiny, fragile channels inside his breast were filled with the medicine, causing his entire breast to swell instantly, making his already rosy nipples appear even more alluring and erect. It felt as if his chest had been ripped open with scissors and a large, foreign object shoved inside. The intense throbbing pain made him doubt whether he could endure it. Qianfan's limbs convulsed with pain. He shook his head repeatedly in refusal, his screams chilling even to his own ears, yet pleasing the beast beside him.

"It hurts…it hurts so much…you're not human…stop…stop it…" he cursed, his body drenched in sweat, his wet form only making him more alluring.

After injecting the entire vial of medicine, Cheng Long slowly withdrew the needle. The moment the steel instrument was pulled from the soft tissue, a few streaks of bright red blood splattered from the nipple, along with the remaining clear medicine from the needle. Qian Fan glanced down at her chest, confirming that the horrific instrument of torture was no longer in her body, before her tense muscles relaxed, and she slumped into the chair, panting heavily, still shaken.

Cheng Long stared at the few streaks of blood on her nipple and said apologetically, "Good heavens, you're bleeding. Looks like my technique isn't quite up to par. How about this, since it's my fault, I'll stop the bleeding for you." He lowered his head and took the delicate red nipple into his mouth.

Just from the embarrassingly loud sound, one could tell how much force he used in his mouth.

Qianfan tilted her head back, her eyes wide open, moaning incessantly, completely oblivious to the saliva dripping from her mouth. Her breasts were subjected to a fierce sucking, her nipples swelling unnaturally, like overripe grapes, a purplish-red color. "You

're already moaning so loudly, and I haven't even given you the injection yet. Don't rush to get aroused. You'll have plenty of pleasure once the medicine takes effect." Chenglong filled another syringe with the medicine, preparing to serve Qianfan's other nipple. "What? Even now, you still won't agree to help me drug that kid?" He said as he worked his hands, kneading the other soft nipple with varying pressure.

“Why suffer like this? That kid doesn’t know, and even if he did, he might not be grateful. Demons have no true hearts; he only took you in on a whim. Why protect him like this? But if you’re willing to be a masochist, if you’re born to be toyed with, then that’s a different story. My men here will definitely not disappoint you today.”

Qianfan’s face was streaked with tears, tortured to the point of wishing for death. He couldn’t bear it anymore; his eyes gradually became unfocused, and his mouth opened and closed, weakly uttering a few words, intermittently: “You…you kill me…don’t…don’t humiliate me like this anymore…”

Seeing him in this state, Chenglong still refused to compromise, and his anger surged. “You ignorant fool, the brothers haven’t had their fun yet, how can we let you die so easily?” He aimed the needle at Qianfan’s other nipple and plunged it in.

The needle, about an inch long, was almost entirely inserted into the nipple. This bloodless torture exceeded the limits of human endurance. In extreme agony, Qianfan screamed, his penis stiffening, and he ejaculated. Drops of whitish fluid sprayed onto Chenglong, who was standing between his legs.

Upon seeing this, Chenglong was initially enraged, slapping Qianfan across the face, leaving him dazed and confused. He then pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the stain from his clothes, before turning to a mocking laugh, saying, "Such clear filth." He handed the handkerchief to Qianfan, "You androgynous slut, is this a man's essence, or your urine that you couldn't hold in?" His vulgar and absurd words immediately drew laughter from the surrounding men. He stuffed a foul-smelling handkerchief into Qianfan's mouth. "Stop yelling. If you lose your voice, that kid will get suspicious."

Chenglong stepped back, leaving the needle still inserted in Qianfan's nipple. He ordered the others, "Leave that thing in there, don't pull it out. Go ahead and fuck him. I want to see how long his temper can last!"

The group of werewolves had long been lusting after the body before them, wishing they could pin this delicate, beautiful male prostitute down and fuck him to death.

The men rubbed their fists together, grinning maliciously, and moved forward, surrounding Qianfan. Several wolfish paws eagerly reached out, groping Qianfan's body. His high chest, soft belly, and pert buttocks were their favorite parts. With so many hands touching his body at the same time, a mix of sensations overwhelmed him—pain, itchiness, numbness, and more. Qianfan's eyes were tightly shut, tears streaming down his face, choking his mouth so he could only manage weak "hmm" sounds. His vision blurred, his senses faded, and he drifted into a hazy, unconscious state.

Just as he was about to faint, a tearing pain shot through his body.

His body was pierced; a thick, hard object was thrust into his depths. The strong soldier was thrusting wildly inside him, his hot, hard penis making him sway back and forth. Even worse, a heavy glass syringe was inserted into his nipple, the swaying causing it to jiggle violently. Because the needle was inserted so deeply, the intense vibrations couldn't dislodge it. Qianfan felt the thin, hair-like steel needle inside his breast cavity like a blender, shredding and pulverizing the soft tissue, causing him excruciating pain, yet he couldn't die.

Two rough, large hands reached out from behind, mercilessly grabbing his breasts. Qianfan could no longer hold onto his last shred of dignity; both breasts were squeezed simultaneously. He let out a suppressed groan, and immediately, milk gushed forth, two streams of pure white, fragrant milk spurting from the tips of his nipples… (

Tales of the Heavenly Soul (Gang Rape #SM, not for the faint of heart) Chapter 58)

Qianfan saw Mingye again three days later. Since they met, the little guy had never stayed away from his palace for so long.

During these days of sleeping alone, Qianfan wondered a thousand times over why the young prince hadn't told him about the wedding. Such an important matter, yet he hadn't mentioned it to him at all. Was it really as that nobleman said, that in the young prince's eyes he was nothing more than a plaything, so lowly that he was only fit to please his master in bed, and that he didn't need to know anything else? Thinking this, Qianfan was heartbroken and didn't know how many tears he had shed.

He tended the fruit trees in the courtyard with an air of profound loneliness; this was his only pastime in the palace.

The rainy season had arrived in the Heavenly Realm, bringing abundant rainfall. The cherries on the trees had to be picked quickly, otherwise the sugar in the flesh would be lost as the roots absorbed too much water.

On a rare, rainless afternoon, he sent a young servant to fetch a ladder, and climbed up to pick cherries. The

ripe fruit was a beautiful deep purplish-red, the favorite fruit of the picky young prince. Every time he put a cherry in his mouth, his face would be filled with blissful delight. Perhaps influenced by him, Qianfan had recently also fallen in love with this perfectly balanced sweet and sour fruit.

Holding a fruit basket in one hand, he diligently picked cherries from the branches with the other, until the basket was overflowing. Only then did he stop and slowly descend the ladder.

The muddy soles of his shoes suddenly slipped—

as if by telepathy, Mingye, standing in the corridor, saw this heart-stopping scene from afar: "Qianfan!"

At that moment, Mingye had only one thought in his mind: to rush over and catch Qianfan, to prevent him from falling and getting hurt no matter what. In that split second, a strong conviction unleashed his hidden spiritual power. He flashed, instantly teleporting behind Qianfan, reaching out to catch him in his arms, stopping his fall. In the end, the two of them tumbled to the ground together. Of course, this time, the unlucky little devil was once again the one to cushion the fall.

Before Qianfan knew what had happened, he heard a familiar voice crying out in pain beneath him. "Qianfan, get up! Ouch, you crushed me!"

Just as he was wondering why he hadn't felt any pain after falling from such a height, Qianfan quickly moved aside, surprised. "Your Highness? What are you doing here?" He helped the little guy up, who was wincing in pain. A basket full of cherries was scattered all over the ground, many crushed.

Mingye touched his nose; thankfully, it wasn't crooked. He glared angrily at Qianfan, complaining, "You almost crushed my poop! Why did you climb so high? Were you performing acrobatics?" Because of an emergency in the Heavenly Realm, he had been busy dealing with it, and the little devil, who hadn't slept for three days, was unusually hot-tempered.

Qianfan saw a pool of bright red blood on Mingye's collar and his heart tightened. "Your Highness, you're injured! Let me see!" He abruptly pulled open Mingye's collar, only to find it was just juice from a crushed cherry. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hehe, it's been a few days, and Qianfan's become quite proactive." The little devil, his chest exposed, teased mischievously.

Qianfan was embarrassed and quickly tried to pull his hand back, but Mingye held it firmly against his chest, preventing him from moving. Glancing at the scattered fruit around them, Mingye said in an unyielding tone, "From now on, let the servants do this kind of dangerous work."

"But... if I don't do these things, I have nothing else to do..." Qianfan lowered his head, hiding the loneliness in his eyes.

The little devil knew better than anyone the dullness of life in the palace. He smiled slightly, moved closer to Qianfan, and said softly, "Give me some time. Once I've settled everything here, I promise you, Qianfan, when that time comes, we'll leave here together and go to a human kingdom to live a carefree life like ordinary people."

Qianfan was stunned, looking up in disbelief, "Your Highness... what... what did you just say?"

Mingye kissed him on the lips, whispering in his ear, "I mean: I want to go with you outside the palace and live a life just the two of us." He tilted his head and asked a very practical question: "Qianfan, do you know any ways to make money so we won't starve to death outside?" Guided by him,

Qianfan didn't even have time to be surprised before immediately worrying about the crucial problem of making a living. He thought hard for a moment: "Hmm... I... I only know how to make beef noodles..."

"Open a noodle shop? That's feasible, but..." Mingye looked at Qianfan, "Has anyone ever said your noodles are delicious?"

Qianfan remained silent...

"I see..." Mingye also fell silent...

Looking at the beautiful face before him, holding her soft, boneless hand, Mingye sighed resignedly: He'd better shoulder the burden of supporting his wife and children himself. He couldn't bear to let such a beautiful wife struggle to make a living outside.

His young face held a grown-up air of responsibility, making Qianfan want to laugh. But suddenly, a sour taste rose in his throat, and he quickly covered his mouth with his hand, turning his face away to dry heave.

"Are you alright?!"

Qianfan's face turned pale with discomfort, and Mingye quickly went over to gently pat his back. "I'll have the imperial physician come and see you!"

"No need!" Qianfan shook his head. "I'm fine, it's just that recently... my abdomen has been feeling a bit strange, maybe it's indigestion..." As he spoke, he dry heaves again.

Mingye tenderly helped him up, saying, "Let's go back to the room, I'll rub it for you."

After changing Qianfan and himself into dry clothes, Mingye helped him lie down on the bed. Then, he tried to activate his Heavenly Soul, gathering spiritual power. A ball of silver light shimmered and danced in his palm. He was overjoyed, "Hehe, Qianfan, look! Your fright seems to have restored my spiritual power a bit. No wonder I was able to use Instant Teleportation just now."

"That's good." Qianfan was happy for him. "You're tired too. If there's no urgent business, why don't you rest for a while?" Mingye had two obvious dark circles under his eyes. Qianfan knew he was the kind of person who could work himself to death. He pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly. Qianfan thought: This little guy must be so tired he's out of his mind, actually saying he wants to give up everything here and run off to live with him in the mortal world. He smiled bitterly, feeling comforted, but not taking it seriously at all. Because he understood all too well the unpredictability of life, he had no illusions, no extravagant hopes. Living day by day, without thinking about the future, was a more relaxed way to live.

Mingye silently recited a healing incantation, gathering his pure spiritual energy in his hands and slowly approaching Qianfan's abdomen. He heard a soft, comfortable moan from Qianfan. He carefully controlled the release of his spiritual energy, because the human body, unlike a demon's, could be impacted by even slightly excessive spiritual energy. Therefore, Mingye used his energy very cautiously, which naturally made him more prone to fatigue. Before long, the little demon king nestled in Qianfan's arms had fallen asleep.

He slept soundly, snoring sweetly. When he awoke, it was completely dark outside, but the room was brightly lit.

Knowing his habit of being unable to sleep without the lights on, Qianfan had the servants keep all the lights in the room on. But even under the bright lights, he couldn't fall asleep, no matter how tired he was.

Mingye woke up in his arms, opening his eyes to see him looking at him tenderly. He asked, "Why aren't you sleeping? Does your stomach still hurt?"

Qianfan simply shook his head.

Mingye was perceptive and perceptive; he understood after a few seconds of thought. He shook the call bell, summoning the female official on duty outside, instructing her to turn off all the lights.

"Your Highness, you don't need to do this. I'll get used to it. You don't need to accommodate me," Qianfan said hastily, thinking that if he couldn't sleep at night, he could simply catch up on sleep during the day. But if His Highness didn't sleep well at night and was so busy during the day, how could he, at such a young age, possibly cope?

Mingye pressed him back onto the bed. "It's alright. I need to change my sleeping habits too. Go to sleep."

In the past, he would always see terrible, tragic, and sorrowful scenes in the darkness, but now that Qianfan was by his side, he was willing to try and see if he could find peace again amidst the darkness.

Qianfan felt the small body in his arms tremble slightly. He didn't know what Mingye had gone through in the past, nor did he know the intense struggle he was currently undergoing to overcome himself. Qianfan only had a subconscious understanding of what the little guy needed most right now. Silently, he hugged Mingye tighter. With

his face pressed between her soft breasts, Mingye swallowed and licked the smooth skin with his tongue. "Qianfan, I want something sweet..." He opened his mouth and took the nipple closest to his lips into his mouth. Qianfan's body stiffened noticeably, and the hand behind his head tightened. The injury to his

mammary ducts from the soldiers a few days ago hadn't healed yet, and the flow of milk always caused a sharp stinging pain. Qianfan used all his strength to suppress the almost overflowing cry of pain, and after taking several deep breaths, he gradually got used to the pain.

To Mingye's surprise, after a few days apart, suckling at Qianfan's breast again, the milk seemed even richer and more abundant. Qianfan's breasts were full, and with a gentle suck, the milk flowed smoothly and continuously. In the darkness

, Qianfan's voice was weak as he asked, "Your Highness, where are you planning to move me?"

Mingye felt a slight jolt and stopped suckling. "What did you say?"

His somber expression was hidden in the night. "You're getting married soon, and your queen will be living in this palace, right? So... what do you plan to do with me?" His voice was already choked with sobs.

Who had told him about the wedding?

Mingye pondered, but then thought that there were many gossips in the palace, and it wouldn't be surprising if some servants had overheard their private discussions with Qianfan. His kiss left Qianfan's chest, slowly moving upwards, kissing his delicate collarbone, then his long neck, and finally landing on his face, where he found wet tear stains.

"Fool! Why are you crying?"

The sobs gradually turned from suppressed chokes to low whimpers, and Mingye's heart clenched at the sound.

"Are you upset that I didn't tell you about this?" The little boy was already beginning to understand love and affection.

"I didn't tell you because it was a trivial matter." He explained quickly, afraid that Qianfan would take his words as an excuse. "That was just a wedding in name only, a political union. I have no feelings for that woman. She is my nominal queen, but not the wife in my heart. Sigh... do you... do you even understand?" At such a young age, his sentimental words made him feel embarrassed.

Qianfan sobbed, but he heard it clearly, his heart filled with happiness. No matter what happened in the future, as long as the little prince had this heart at this moment, it was enough.

Mingye couldn't see the relief on his face and continued to explain anxiously, "This is our room. No one else will stay here, and you won't move anywhere else." What did I say wrong? Why were Qianfan's tears flowing even more?

Mingye tried to coax him, "Don't cry, Qianfan... Do you even understand what I'm saying? Why are you so stupid? You're like a cowhide lantern, you can't even light a candle... Mmm..."

Qianfan kissed him hard on the lips...

Chapter 59 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul:

All the lights were extinguished, but Mingye wasn't alarmed. The steady breathing of the person beside him made him feel at ease. But years of habits couldn't be broken overnight. In the darkness, he still couldn't sleep. Time was extremely precious to him. After deciding to spend his days in the mortal world with Qianfan, he couldn't afford to waste any more time. His most urgent task was to recover his spiritual power.

Mingye thought of the time-shrinking technique and planned to learn it as quickly as possible. So he put on his clothes, got out of bed, walked a few meters, then suddenly remembered something. He returned to the bedside, neatly folded the blanket he had casually lifted, and covered Qianfan with it before leaving satisfied. But the exhausted Qianfan didn't wake up.

Mingye had intended to practice alone in secret, the fewer people who knew about his loss of spiritual power, the better. However, the moment he tried to activate his Heavenly Soul in the training hall, his predecessor, Taifu Weichen Wangyue, appeared. Feeling guilty, Mingye assumed Weichen had seen through his secret and immediately approached him with a forced smile, saying, "Weichen, it's so late, why aren't you asleep?"

Weichen Wangyue had another reason for seeking him out, and replied with a forced smile, "Yes, I didn't expect to meet Your Highness! It's truly rare that your male favorite couldn't keep Your Highness in bed until dawn. Hmph, I suppose so. You rushed to your bedchamber as soon as you returned to the palace this afternoon, without even eating, and dragged your male favorite to bed. What could have happened in such a long time?" "Everything should be finished by now. What? Doesn't Your Highness feel tired? Why are you still practicing here?"

Hearing his sarcastic rebuke, Mingye's face immediately darkened: "Weichen, I'm only being polite to you because you were once my Grand Tutor. Don't forget your place, thinking you can control everything." His icy gaze swept over Weichen: "Don't speak so harshly to me! Calling me a male concubine and talking about sleeping with me is an insult to your manners."

The young former Grand Tutor was provoked and also became furious: "Do you think I want to control you? If it weren't for your father entrusting his son to me on his deathbed, I wouldn't have bothered with your mischievous behavior." This was true; he was naturally cold and self-centered, and was never suited to be a guardian. “However, your father has been kind to me, and I can only do my best to complete the tasks he assigned. But you feel that you've grown up and no longer need to listen to our opinions. If that's really the case, don't be afraid to tell me frankly, and I will shut up from now on and never advise you again!”

Mentioning his father, his lingering authority was still evident. Mingye compromised and lowered his head, saying, “Did you want to see me tonight?”

Weichen suppressed his anger: “That male concubine, you can play around with him, but don't take it seriously, and definitely don't let him become your weakness.”

Mingye smiled bitterly to himself: It was probably a little too late to say that. But he still nodded, avoiding a direct confrontation with Weichen.

“Furthermore,” Wei Chen asked him, “your recent actions seem to be intentionally weakening the power of the three major noble families. They have already noticed and have even raised the issue before the Demon Lord. You should know that without the support of the three major noble families, the royal family will be without its right and left arms. Although your promotion of those young officials has brought new blood to the court and purged many past abuses, their loyalty is no higher than that of the current nobles. If they are given real power, even the royal family may be controlled by others. I don’t understand what you are planning.”

The young Demon Lord smiled inscrutably, the moonlight casting shadows on his bangs, making it impossible to see his eyes: “Wei Chen, you only need to remember that you are loyal to all the people of the Demon Clan, not to any one person or dynasty.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from the training hall.

Yi Quan, who had not shown herself until after Ming Ye left, came to Wei Chen's side: "Lord Wei Chen, can't you see that the young prince can no longer live without that person?"

Wei Chen sighed: "That's why I'm worried and have to try to persuade him, but I'm afraid he still won't listen."

“But,” Yi Quan offered her opinion, “I don’t see anything wrong with it. That person has a clean background. We used all our resources and couldn’t find anything suspicious. Besides, since he arrived, the little prince has become noticeably more lively than before, no longer with a gloomy face all day. I think the little prince is gradually getting rid of his psychological shadow and returning to the happy and active child he used to be. Look how well he looks now, his face is rosy, and his sleep schedule is normal. I think these are all good signs.” Yi Quan glanced at the person beside her before whispering, “Lord Wei Chen, aren’t you being a little too harsh on the little prince?”

Wei Chen shook his head: “You don’t understand, being merciful to him is true cruelty!”

He threw down a vague remark, leaving Yi Quan stunned and unable to figure out its meaning for a long time.

Chapter Sixty of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul:

“My lord! Spare me!”

After kicking the tenth woman off the bed, a group of naked dolls were kneeling under the bed.

For some reason, Lord Chenglong has been unusually irritable and difficult to serve lately. His ten male and female concubines are all pale with fear, kneeling trembling, some even crying softly.

"Get out of here!" Chenglong roared, dismissing them all without exception.

These concubines are exceptionally beautiful among demons, and their skills in bed are first-rate. They are precious dolls he has painstakingly collected and tamed, cherished like his own treasures. But recently, looking at these beautiful faces, he has completely lost desire, almost to the point of loathing them. Whenever their bodies are entangled, a handsome, gentle face appears in his mind. That poor soul, being repeatedly raped by a group of soldiers, his tender genitals brutally penetrated and mangled, crying, groaning, begging for mercy… yet refusing to yield, refusing to betray. No matter how humiliated he was, a steadfastness remained deep within his dark eyes, making his frail frame appear strong and noble, and leaving his abusers feeling utterly defeated and resentful…

Recalling this, Cheng Long noticed a stirring in his groin. He grabbed the remote from the bedside table, pressed a series of password commands, and the screen on the wall immediately displayed a scene that made men's blood boil.

“Ah…no…stop…ah…”

The man's eyes were filled with sorrow and helplessness as he shook his head in refusal, but no one paid him any attention. Bound hand and foot, he was completely unable to resist, and could only let the lustful soldiers enter his body one after another, tears streaming down his face. Those fierce and strong men, like wild wolves, were having too much fun to wait. While one was still deeply penetrating his anus, another impatiently lifted his buttocks and thrust into his rear from behind. The amplitude and frequency of their movements were inconsistent, causing him to scream in agony. Upon seeing him puff out his chest, the others swarmed around him, caressing and licking his breasts, leaving him covered in white milk, a truly wretched and miserable sight.

Cheng Long, stimulating his large, erect member, ejaculated violently…

That day, Qian Fan arrived at the agreed-upon location. The room was devoid of its usual noise, so quiet it seemed no one had been there. He quickly reviewed the time and place in his mind, finally confirming he hadn't made a mistake; the other party had stood him up.

While relieved, he was also extremely uneasy. The nobleman's threat to him using the young prince's reputation was like a time bomb planted beside him, making him constantly on edge, fearing that the man might break the promise at any moment and expose his secret with the young prince.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept past him from behind. Unable to dodge in time, he was embraced tightly from behind. The man wrapped his arms around his waist, kissing his earlobe, and said, "Having been waiting?"

He turned around abruptly and saw a burly man behind him, with a handsome face that exuded nobility, his eyes fixed on him like a tiger eyeing its prey. But he didn't recognize him.

His body involuntarily shrank back: "You are..." Could this man also be one of the soldiers sent by that nobleman to humiliate him?

However, the man used only one iron arm to hold him tightly in his embrace, unable to move. With his other hand, he turned his chin up and pressed his lips down, taking advantage of his shock and confusion, his tongue easily invading his mouth, sweeping and roaming, tasting every inch of his softness and sweetness. Only when he was breathless and his face turned crimson did he release him: "You are really easy to 'violate'! What, little darling? You haven't seen me for a few days, and you don't recognize your master?"

"Ah! It's you!" Qianfan struggled with all his might. This inhuman nobleman had actually shaved his full beard clean, looking much younger, like a man in his early thirties. But Qianfan recognized his voice, and a deep-seated fear made her struggle desperately to break free from his embrace. "Let me go! Let me go!"

Cheng Long pulled him even tighter, pressing their chests together intimately. Qian Fan writhed violently, unintentionally rubbing his breasts against the man's broad, muscular chest. Even through his clothes, Cheng Long could feel Qian Fan's erect nipples rubbing against him, instantly arousing his lust. "You asked for it!" Cheng Long growled. He had originally intended to tease him a bit before getting to the point, but now, Cheng Long decided to "execute" him immediately, hoisting Qian Fan onto his shoulder.

Qian Fan's lower abdomen ached from the hardness of Cheng Long's shoulder, and with his upper body hanging upside down, acid reflux immediately welled up in his throat. He gagged a few times, covering his mouth with his hand, and weakly protested, "Put me down! You...where do you want to take me?"

Reaching a chaise lounge, Cheng Long tossed him onto the soft cushions, looking down at his pale yet alluring face, and announced, "My men are all too busy today, so you're lucky. You only need to please me." Seeing the man remain silent, his pale face unconsciously clutching his chest, Cheng Long's sadistic tendencies were aroused. "What? You don't want to? Then don't force yourself. You know, pleasure in bed requires cooperation; it has to be consensual for it to be enjoyable." He finished speaking and pretended to leave.

"I..." Qian Fan hurriedly began. Cheng

Long turned back, their eyes meeting. Under his smug gaze, Qian Fan sadly lowered his head, his lips trembling as he uttered words contrary to his heart: "I'm willing..." He closed his eyes, two streams of tears sliding down his cheeks. "I'll do anything you want, as long as you're happy, Master."

Cheng Long reached out and wiped away the tears on his face. "That's a good boy. Come on, take off your clothes yourself." He wanted to tame him, body and soul! After discovering that even sending more people to play with him couldn't break his will, Cheng Long decided to take matters into his own hands.

"Take off all your clothes, then touch yourself and get your desires aroused."

Urged on by him, Qian Fan slowly loosened his collar. The buttons on his dress were surprisingly difficult to undo.

"Hurry up! The sooner you serve Master well, the sooner you'll be free. Aren't you afraid that kid will suddenly come back for you if you keep dawdling?"

Qian Fan's hand trembled. He thought of Ming Ye, and his heart ached with bitterness. He had no choice but to speed up his movements.

The palace dress he had taken off was thrown to the side of the bed, revealing his light purple bra and panties underneath. Qian Fan carefully unhooked the front of the bra, letting it slip off his shoulders and hang on his arms. He slipped one hand inside his underwear, kneading his genitals, while the other grasped a soft breast, stroking it with varying pressure. He closed his eyes, biting his lip, his breathing becoming rapid. This strange body, even through masturbation, could quickly become aroused. In no time, his fair skin turned pink, the beads of sweat glistening like dewdrops on flower petals. His hips began to sway uncontrollably, and quietly, he opened his mouth, letting out longing breaths. A voice in his heart kept calling out: "Your Highness, Your Highness, come in quickly..." Suddenly

, a weight pressed down on him, and Qianfan instantly awoke from his dream. The person on top of him stared at his slender, beautiful body with lustful eyes.

Chenglong was even more impatient, lowering his head to kiss Qianfan's other neglected breast. He lifted Qianfan's waist with one hand, and with the other, reached into his underwear, desperately trying to penetrate his anus with two fingers. "Ah...ah...there...no..." He arched his back and clenched his buttocks, resisting in panic. Just then, a series of ringtones sounded. Both of them were startled and looked towards the source of the sound—his skirt, inside which was the cell phone Mingye had given him.

Seeing his pale face, Chenglong, while fiddling with his anus, said, "Answer it, it must be that kid calling you, aren't you going to answer it? Want to arouse his suspicion?"

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