[Wuxia] The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Complete) - 7-9

In Chapter Sixty-One of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

, the meeting in the Heavenly Court was not yet over. Mingye took advantage of the break to call Qianfan. As soon as the call was connected, he immediately complained, "Why did it take you so long to answer? Qianfan, what are you doing?" He knew that Qianfan had not been feeling well recently and was afraid that he would do some dangerous things like climbing and jumping like last time.

Qianfan's voice, though trying to remain calm, still trembled slightly as he spoke: "Nothing... Your Highness, are you... are you coming back now?"

Mingye thought he was thinking of him and wanted him to return to be with him soon, feeling both happy and troubled. He glanced at the council hall with disgust and said, "I can't leave now. But I'll be back as soon as court is over. Oh, by the way, what should we eat tonight?" He thought for a moment: "Hmm, how about... a summer rainbow salad?"

Qianfan could imagine his big, bright-eyed, greedy look, and a indulgent smile appeared on his face. His mind was completely drawn to the little guy on the other end of the phone: "Fruit salad again? Didn't you just have some yesterday? If you want to grow tall and strong, you need to eat more meat!"

The greedy cat on the other end drooped his ears: "Okay, you decide then."

The intimate conversation between the two infuriated Chenglong, and Qianfan's gentle expression at this moment only fueled his jealousy. Under his skillful teasing, this man could calmly chat about everyday things with another person. How could he tolerate such indifference and contempt?

Taking advantage of Qianfan's distraction, Chenglong quietly took off his underwear and threw it on the ground. He then raised one of his legs and placed it on the back of the chaise lounge, while the other leg slid down naturally from the edge of the lounge, his pink toes touching the ground. This position allowed Chenglong to see every detail between his legs—his penis was only slightly erect, far from being aroused. Although some nectar had seeped from his labia, it wasn't moist enough. If he didn't want to cause him pain, some foreplay was necessary. But Chenglong was determined to retaliate. He held Qianfan's supple waist and, unexpectedly, "plop," thrust his huge member straight in. The entire weapon disappeared into Qianfan's wet hole, instantly gripped by the sticky inner walls.

Qianfan was completely unprepared and was suddenly penetrated like this. His chest tightened, his eyes widened in shock, and he stared blankly at the shameless assailant on top of him. The masculine erection embedded in his body forcefully stretched his warm, narrow vagina, filling it completely, hot and hard, like a red-hot iron rod relentlessly violating him.

He didn't utter a single groan, but Mingye seemed to sense something, anxiously asking on the other end of the phone, "Qianfan? Hello, what happened? Are you alright?"

Qianfan's chest heaved a few times before he calmed down. "It's nothing, don't worry. Just now… I accidentally tripped and fell, it hurts… Ah!" He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, cutting off the scream that escaped his lips.

The person on top of him suddenly opened their mouth and bit down on his areola. Before the pain had subsided, the person used their tongue to soothe his injured, sensitive area, licking it gently. His nipple felt incredibly pampered in the warm, moist mouth. Qianfan didn't know whether to love or hate it; he twisted his waist, letting his chest brush against the person's lips, his face flushed with a captivating blush.

In the Heavenly Realm, Mingye was urged by the female official to return to court. He thought with a sense of relief: with two shikigami looking after him, Qianfan should be alright. So he temporarily suppressed all his worries and doubts, saying, "You stay home and wait for me to come back," and then hung up the phone and went back to the council hall with the female official.

"Your Highness... I..." Qianfan gripped the phone, calling out urgently, but he didn't know what he wanted to say. Hearing the lonely echo of the already disconnected ringtone, tears suddenly streamed down his face uncontrollably.

Chenglong snatched the phone from Qianfan's hand and tossed it aside. He whispered in Qianfan's ear, "Ignore him, come on, let's continue having fun." He pulled out slightly, then thrust in again—

"Ugh..."

The person in his arms trembled, rising and falling with him, soft moans escaping from his slightly parted lips.

Qianfan frowned and closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face like pearls. A wave

of pity washed over him, and Chenglong couldn't bear to humiliate him any longer, only wanting to make him happy, to make him feel good.

"Your inside... is so warm and soft..." He gently cupped one of Qianfan's breasts in one hand, not playing with it, but caressing it tenderly. Chenglong buried his face in the crook of Qianfan's neck, deeply inhaling the fragrance emanating from his body, constantly rubbing his lips against the smooth skin of his neck: "Do you like it? Your breasts feel good, don't they... being caressed like this... hmm?"

Qianfan turned his head to the other side, remaining silent. But his chest had already involuntarily risen to meet him, pressing against his bulging palms, trembling slightly, quietly swelling, honestly answering the question.

"Come on, baby, don't be afraid, open your body a little wider. My thing is very powerful, squeezing too tight will hurt you."

This time, he finally got his wish, tasting this soul-devouring body to its fullest, the pleasure so exquisite he didn't know how to describe it. The male concubine he had once called trash and looked down upon was being fucked to the point of ecstasy beneath him, his eyes glazed, only able to open his mouth and scream incoherently. He felt incredibly excited and satisfied, his desires, which had not been released for many days, could now be unleashed in this person's body.

"Hoo! Hoo! That felt so good! You're amazing, baby." Reluctantly withdrawing his limp penis from Qianfan's body, he brought out a large glob of white semen. He reached down and touched Qianfan's crotch, then held his filthy hand up to Qianfan's face. "Look, you little slut, now you should admit that compared to that good-for-nothing brat, I'm way more powerful!"

Qianfan, exhausted and ravaged, was completely blank-minded and couldn't answer.

Chenglong shoved his finger into Qianfan's slightly open mouth. Exhausted and thirsty, Qianfan squinted and unconsciously sucked on Chenglong's finger, swallowing all of his semen. Seeing his lewd appearance, Chenglong longed to get an erection again and entangle with him endlessly.

Qianfan was completely unaware of when Chenglong left. When he regained consciousness and slowly propped himself up, it was already dark outside the window. He hurriedly found his clothes and put them on, but his underwear and phone were nowhere to be found. He bent over to look for them, his waist aching as if it were broken. His genital wound reopened, and with a "plop," a large amount of blood and semen gushed out, flowing down his thighs. Qianfan could only endure the pain, picked up his bra, and fastened it around his chest, only to find it was too small and uncomfortable. Looking down, he saw that his two nipples were frighteningly swollen, with residual milk and saliva still on them...

The afterglow of the setting sun outlined a slender silhouette, enveloping him. Qianfan turned around in a panic. The man's silver hair shimmered with a cold, eerie light in the setting sun—

"What are you doing here?"

The tone was devoid of any warmth, instantly freezing Qianfan's heart.

Chapter Sixty-Two of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul :

Wei Chen stepped in and slammed the door shut behind him. Seeing the other person's stunned silence, he pressed on, "What are you doing?" In truth, judging from his disheveled appearance and the love marks covering his body, the answer was obvious.

Qianfan was completely unable to think; a voice kept echoing in his mind: Oh God! He's been seen! He's been seen! What to do? And… this person is the former Grand Tutor whom the young prince trusts and respects so much… what to do? The clothes he hadn't even had time to put on were tightly clutched in his arms. Overwhelmed by shock, Qianfan completely forgot to explain; his empty gaze followed Wei Chen's every move.

Wei Chen, however, didn't look at him. A fishy smell filled the room. He walked to the chaise longue, stopped, and glanced at the stains with disgust, confirming his suspicions. "Who is the man with you?"

Qianfan bit her lip. "I...I can't say! If I do, that person will be in danger for the young prince."

The other person scoffed, "You did this behind the young prince's back, if he finds out..."

"No! Please don't tell him!" Qianfan knelt down in front of Weichen, grabbing the hem of his robe, pleading tearfully, "Don't let that child know, please, don't tell him...I...I...I'm not..."

"Filthy! Don't touch me!" Wei Chen yanked his robes back, desperate to escape Qian Fan's touch, but the force he used unintentionally sent the other flying three meters away.

Qian Fan felt a dull pain in his chest and abdomen, unable to pinpoint where he was injured, and a few streaks of blood trickled from his mouth and nose.

Wei Chen knew he had gone too far, but didn't bother to check on him, only coldly staring at the lowly, weak mortal lying on the ground like an ant. He couldn't understand what the young prince saw in this person.

"Whether you're willing or forced, I have no interest in knowing. However, your existence has disrupted the normal order and is intolerable to the demons. Before I can still restrain myself from killing you, quickly find a way to make that child hate you and leave this place..."

"No! Unless His Highness personally tells me to leave...cough cough...otherwise...I won't leave him willingly! He...still needs me." Qianfan struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth with his arm. Gone was his usual weak and easily bullied demeanor; he declared his resolve with a firm tone. Although his voice remained as gentle as ever, it made it clear to the other party that he would not yield.

Hmph! Wei Chen crossed his arms and chose a sofa to sit on. A hint of mockery appeared on his usually expressionless face: "Needs you? Don't be ridiculous! Do you really think you're so important that he can't live without you?" The former Taifu, relaxed, crossed his legs, propped his head up with one hand, and looked at Qianfan with a mocking gaze, as if looking at a clown. “That child doesn’t need you; he’s just afraid of loneliness. Anyone who can be gentle with him will gain his dependence and affection. Unfortunately, what he lacks most is precisely that kind of person. And we’re trying our best to isolate him from such people. Because gentleness and love don’t help him at all; what he needs to cultivate is a cold and unattached heart.” Wei Chen leaned forward slightly, grabbed a handful of Qian Fan’s long hair that was draped over his bare back, pulled him in front of him, and stated his verdict without any emotion: “Your appearance has softened his heart, gradually making him as warm and fragile as an ordinary person. If this continues, you will destroy him. Therefore, you must disappear from the Demon Palace as soon as possible.”

He acted with lightning speed, prying open Qian Fan’s mouth, pushing in a pill the size of a fingernail, and then lightly patting Qian Fan’s back. The force wasn’t great, but it gave Qian Fan no chance to refuse to swallow.

"Cough cough...you...what did you feed me?"

After smoothly completing this series of actions, Wei Chen refused to touch him again, pushing him far away before saying, "Actually, killing you is easy, but I don't want that child to hate me. If you know what's good for you, you'll back off. What I fed you was a parasite from the demon realm called Heart Eater. The larvae parasitize your heart, devouring your flesh and blood. After a month, the larvae will molt into moths and burst out of your chest. If you can't leave that child within this month, you'll surely die. If you can successfully get him to let you go, I will not only give you the antidote, but also guarantee you a wealthy and worry-free life from now on. This is the most merciful treatment I can offer."

Wei Chen... Before leaving, Chen looked at the body curled up on the ground, a hint of pity flashing in his usually cold and ruthless silver eyes: "I'm doing this for your own good. Don't be so stubborn. That child isn't sincere towards you. He understands his position and the heavy responsibility he must fulfill. Anything that stands in his way will be eliminated. No matter how much he loves something, no matter how much he regrets or blames himself later, when the time comes, he will still destroy it without hesitation. You haven't known him long enough. Get out of there before you both get too deeply involved."

Former Taifu sighed silently. Perhaps no one knew the young prince better than him. That child… he treated his beloved brother Hengye and the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son, Prince Kui, like this, let alone a mere insignificant human like you?

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

That night, Yi Quan served the Demon Lord and the Queen to their bedchamber. After her masters had fallen asleep, she retreated to the outside of the palace to keep watch. Suddenly, a palace maid came to find her. Yi Quan recognized her as someone from the young prince's side. The maid walked slowly and lightly, presumably not wanting to disturb the Demon Lord in the palace, but her expression was extremely urgent. She gave Yi Quan a wink, said nothing, and walked past nonchalantly, as if she had just happened to be passing by. But Yi Quan knew that the young prince wanted to see her.

Something must have happened, otherwise the usually cautious young prince wouldn't have risked sending someone to find her. Yi Quan knew she was a hidden pawn planted by the young prince beside the "Demon Lord," used to monitor the "Demon Lord Heng Ye's" every move. Something must have happened! She was the kind of person who, the more anxious she was inside, the more composed she appeared.

As she leisurely but quickly arrived at the gates of Mingye's palace, she could hear the commotion inside from afar. Outside the palace gates, a whole group of imperial physicians were kneeling.

"Your Highness, I don't want to see a doctor. Tell them all to leave," Qianfan pleaded desperately.

Then came Mingye's somewhat firm yet gentle persuasion: "You're sick, your temperature is so high. How can you not let the imperial physicians examine you? I'll stay here with you. Come, let the imperial physicians take a look..."

"I don't want to!" Qianfan raised her voice, unusually stubborn. He lay on the bed, burning with fever, delirious, and even brought up old grievances to bargain with Mingye: "You were injured last time, didn't you? You didn't even see a doctor, did you? I just have a minor illness, I'll be fine after some rest, why are you making such a fuss?"

The little devil had never been good at coaxing anyone in his life, and he immediately got angry: "I'm different! I'm made of steel, what am I afraid of..."

"I don't care!" Qianfan interrupted him again, "Anyway, I don't want to see a doctor! Tell them to leave!"

Mingye understood that he didn't want others to discover his strange body, but he was already this sick. Mingye gritted his teeth, deciding to use force: "This is my place, you have no say in it!" He flipped over and pinned Qianfan down, preventing him from moving, and called out, "Someone!"

"Your Highness, you..." Qianfan struggled fiercely, tears welling in his eyes, as he saw him forcing himself on him, crying out, "No! I don't want to! Don't let anyone else touch me!"

Mingye, of course, wouldn't let him break free. In the chaos, physical contact was inevitable, and Mingye didn't know where he had bumped into Qianfan's chest or abdomen. He only heard Qianfan scream, then suddenly curled up, coughing incessantly. His face was as white as paper, and he was coughing up blood. Mingye was stunned and quickly slid off him, no longer pressing down on him. Turning Qianfan over, Mingye gathered his spiritual energy in his palm and released a healing spell to help alleviate his pain. But as soon as his palm touched Qianfan's chest, Qianfan suddenly shuddered, and immediately vomited a mouthful of blood. The little devil quickly withdrew the spell, hugged him tightly, and conceded with a tearful voice, "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you want, whatever you want, just don't scare me anymore..."

Yi Quan, listening outside the door, was furious. She thought: What does this male concubine think he is? Even a minor illness requires the young prince to go to such lengths to ask him to treat the imperial physician? He really doesn't know what's good for him, let him die of illness! But then again, she never knew that the young prince could be so humble and coaxing. No wonder that mortal man was so arrogant.

Yi Quan stepped into the inner room, and Ming Ye saw her as if he had seen a savior. Yi Quan respectfully knelt down by the bed: "Young prince, why did you summon your subjects so late at night? What is your purpose?" In front of outsiders, she had to be polite.

"Get out, all of you get out." Ming Ye dismissed the others in the room before pulling Yi Quan up and saying, "It's good that you're here!" He carefully wiped the bloodstains from the corner of the person in his arms' mouth with a handkerchief. Qianfan's head slumped limply in his arms, his brows slightly furrowed. Mingye tucked a few strands of sweat-dampened hair behind his ear before speaking to the trusted female official, "I found Qianfan ill as soon as I returned. At first, I thought it was just a common fever, and since he refused to see the imperial physician, I let it be. But later… he coughed up blood, and I realized something was wrong, so I called you here. Please look after him for me."

Yiquan stood by the bed, carefully examining Qianfan's complexion, and then said to Mingye, "Your Highness, I remember you still have some Qilin Snow Lotus Ginseng Pills in your study. Those pills have little effect on us demons, but they are very beneficial to humans. You might want to give them to him."

“Qilin… what’s that pill?” Mingye was completely confused.

“Yes! It’s the one you said tasted good, sweet and sour, so you ate it as a snack!” Yiquan reminded him impatiently.

“Oh! I understand, I’ll go get it now.” Mingye carefully placed Qianfan back on the bed. “Wait for me, I’ll be right back.” With that, he tumbled off the bed and rushed to the study.

As soon as he left, Yiquan’s expression changed. She sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the weak patient with hostility: “You have quite the nerve to make the young prince go to so much trouble for you.” Qianfan was exhausted. He gave a bitter smile and closed his eyes. Yiquan then frankly said: “The young prince summoned me here not simply to take care of you. He knows I have some medical knowledge, and since you don’t want to be treated by the imperial physicians, he used the pretext of taking care of you to have me come and examine you.”

“I feel sorry for that child…” Qianfan breathed heavily.

In Chapter Sixty-Four of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul,

Yi Quan noticed his unusual behavior and unceremoniously took his hand, placing two fingers on his wrist. Qian Fan didn't struggle, letting her take his pulse. After a short while, Yi Quan's eyebrows furrowed, and her expression changed drastically. She released Qian Fan's hand, composed herself slightly, and then exhaled, saying, "It's the Heart Devourer! A demonic insect from the Demon Realm that parasitizes human hearts, feeding on fresh flesh and blood. Your heart meridian is damaged because of that thing."

Qian Fan simply nodded slightly, showing no surprise. Yi Quan guessed that he must have already known, which was why he didn't want other imperial physicians to examine him, fearing they would report it to the young prince.

"A month's notice... the one who cast the curse must be Lord Wei Chen, right? He wants you to leave?"

Qian Fan forced himself to stay awake, opened his eyes to look at Yi Quan, and pleaded, "Don't tell the young prince."

"Of course I won't tell!" Yi Quan smiled, "Telling him won't help. No one but Lord Wei Chen can cure this curse. I advise you to listen to the lord and leave quickly, so you'll suffer less."

Qian Fan just shook his head, wearily closing his eyes, "You don't need to persuade me anymore. Unless the young prince doesn't want me, I won't leave."

This person seemed weak, but when he became stubborn, he was willing to risk his life. Yi Quan looked at him with new respect.

“If you choose to leave voluntarily, at most it will only be a separation of life and death for you both. If it lasts for a month, it will be a separation of life and death. It will save you trouble and end it all, but what will happen to the young prince?” Yi Quan had excellent hearing and heard the commotion in the distance. Knowing that someone was coming, she lowered her voice and finally advised, “I don’t think you’re stupid. You will weigh the pros and cons. Think carefully.”

“Yi Quan, the pills are here. See if this is the right one?” Ming Ye, his forehead covered in sweat, handed a delicate box to Yi Quan, climbed onto the bed, and moved closer to Qian Fan. The distance from the study to the bedroom was only a few hundred meters. For someone with strong internal energy, it was a leisurely walk. His face was covered in sweat, entirely from his anxiety. He was so anxious that he forgot to use his teleportation and almost tripped twice on the way.

Qianfan pulled him close and wiped the sweat from his flushed face with his sleeve, earning a glare from the little devil: "You should take care of yourself first." Mingye tucked his hand back under the covers, then turned to ask Yiquan, "Why did he suddenly fall ill?"

Yiquan sniffed the pills for a moment, then handed them back to Mingye: "It's this kind, three pills a day. Your Highness, please don't feed him this like candy. Humans are different from us; he won't be able to handle too much of this medicine."

Mingye took the pills, grumbling in dissatisfaction, "Do you even need to tell me? Stop treating me like a child, okay?" He took one, chewed it, then gently lifted Qianfan's neck, kissed his lips, and slowly fed him the pill. Only after Qianfan swallowed all the pills did the little devil smile contentedly, revealing two sharp canine teeth. He licked the lingering taste of the medicine in his mouth and said, "Hehe, we've 'shared joys and sorrows'."

A casual remark moved Qianfan and shocked Yiquan.

With a sigh, she stood up. "Your Highness, there's no need to worry. He just hasn't had enough rest and has accumulated some liver fire. His constitution is naturally special; your healing spiritual energy is too strong and unsuitable for him. So it backfired, damaging his internal organs and causing him to vomit blood." She lied without batting an eye, placing her five fingers flat on Qianfan's chest and abdomen.

A gentle, cool spiritual energy flowed into Qianfan's body.

Mingye felt the person in his arms gradually relax, and the slight frown on their brows eased. Overjoyed, he had no doubts and sincerely said, "Yiquan, thank you so much this time!"

Yiquan blushed and cast a healing spell for several minutes before withdrawing her hand and bowing slightly, "Your Highness, how can I possibly accept such thanks?" The little devil

scratched his head and chuckled, "Anyway, thank you

for your help tonight." Yiquan declined the little devil's offer of a reward and left the palace. A gust of evening wind made her feel weak. A tall, slender figure stood before her. She went to meet him and knelt at his feet, "Lord Weichen." Weichen

crossed his arms, his expression hidden in the vast night, and coldly asked, "You knew everything?" A hint of killing intent permeated the air.

Yi Quan had already sensed something, but she remained calm: "Yes, Your Excellency's intentions are good, and the young prince will surely understand in the future. However, during the pulse diagnosis just now, I discovered something else." She couldn't help but hesitate—was it really appropriate to keep such a significant matter from the young prince and report it to Lord Wei Chen?

A cold, hard voice came from above: "What is it?"

Yi Quan thought that the young prince was young and willful, and currently deeply infatuated with that male favorite, making it difficult for him to make the right decision. Lord Wei Chen was the regent appointed by the former Demon Lord, an upright man, and utterly loyal to the royal family. It was

best to tell him the matter and let him decide. Having made up her mind, Yi Quan told the truth: "During the pulse diagnosis just now, I discovered that he is pregnant." Even the composed Wei Chen was taken aback. He quickly regained his composure: "The fetus is the young prince's?" He suddenly realized that there were other people in this vast palace who had physical relations with that male favorite. Actually, finding out who that man was wouldn't be difficult at all, but Wei Chen simply didn't want to bother, because in his view, it was completely unimportant for a mere male concubine to have an affair with someone. But now, things weren't so simple.

Yi Quan didn't understand why Wei Chen asked this question. That man and the young prince were so deeply in love; whose child could it be if not the young prince's? But she didn't dare to speak carelessly and replied, "We can't draw a conclusion yet. Whether it's the young prince's child or not still needs further verification."

"In that case, find an opportunity to have it checked as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Majesty. If there are no other instructions, please allow me to take my leave. Staying out too long might arouse the Demon Lord's suspicion."

"Then you can go back now." Wei Chen was in a state of turmoil and waved his hand casually.

Yi Quan was about to leave when a voice came from behind her: "Wait!" She stopped and turned around: "Is there anything else, Lord Wei Chen?"

The person hidden in the night remained silent for a long time, as if making a major decision. Yi Quan could sense the subtle changes in the surrounding air. Finally, Lord Taifu spoke, "No need for verification."

"What?"

"I told you there's no need for verification!" Wei Chen lowered his voice, taking a few steps to Yi Quan's side, coldly stating his decision: "That person cannot be allowed to live. The young prince has already fallen for him, which is extremely dangerous for both the demon race and the young prince himself. If he is truly carrying the young prince's child, then he cannot be tolerated even more. The young prince is still very young; he will have many more opportunities to have children later, and this one won't matter."

Yi Quan was stunned. So, Lord Wei Chen was determined to eliminate that person no matter what?

The two in the room were completely unaware of the danger gradually approaching in the darkness.

Ming Ye snuggled close to Qian Fan, happily telling him that he was almost finished mastering his time-shrinking spell. Then, he could grow up quickly, become a strong man, and protect Qian Fan properly.

Qianfan knew his true thoughts all too well. The little guy was always dissatisfied with his brother's thinness and wanted to "force growth."

Seeing Qianfan's slightly flushed face, Mingye was in high spirits. He whispered in his ear, "Qianfan, in a couple of days, when you're better, I'll take you out of the palace to play." Since arriving in

Shuntian

City, Qianfan had basically lived a life of seclusion. He would certainly love to go out of the palace to relieve his boredom. However, he worried that with the young prince's wedding approaching, he would be too busy to leave, and the palace trip might be delayed indefinitely.

But the little devil was always a man of his word, and this time he didn't break his promise. A week later, after several examinations confirming that Qianfan's illness had fully healed, he finally fulfilled his plan to leave the palace.

He returned from the Heavenly Realm particularly early that day, around 3 PM. He was very methodical, having already submitted a leave slip to the Heavenly Realm with a plausible excuse. He even instructed Yiquan to prepare a small travel bag for the two of them, filled with daily necessities and a change of clothes. With everything prepared, he returned to the palace, changed into casual clothes, and set off with Qianfan.

Qianfan had reverted to men's clothing, her long hair tied back. The little devil nestled beside him, one arm around his wife's slender waist, the other carrying the travel bag, wearing a baseball cap, and using illusion magic to turn his silver hair black. Qianfan tried to take the travel bag, but he wouldn't give it to her.

Reaching the palace parking lot, Mingye took out his car keys and unlocked

the car. With two clicks, he pointed in a direction: "Over there." Qianfan was quite surprised; he had assumed the little devil would be accompanied by a string of bodyguards when leaving the palace. However, even as they approached the high-performance but unassuming black sports car, he still didn't see anyone else.

Mingye tossed the travel bag into the trunk and then opened the car door for Qianfan.

"Your Highness, where's the driver?" Qianfan, sitting in the passenger seat, stared in astonishment as Mingye stepped into the driver's seat.

Mingye placed his finger on the LCD screen in the center of the steering wheel. After passing the fingerprint test, the steering wheel and seat automatically adjusted to the most suitable position for his height and build. He started the car and then said to Qianfan, "We agreed it would just be the two of us going out of the palace. How come there are other people here?" Seeing Qianfan still staring blankly at him, he laughed, "What? You don't have confidence in my driving skills?"

"But... you're not old enough yet, what if the police catch you..." Before he could finish speaking, a driver's license appeared in front of him.

Mingye proudly waved the thing in his hand, "I got a license, I'm a legal driver, don't worry." He held onto the back of Qianfan's seat with one hand and reversed the car with practiced ease, smoothly backing it out of the parking space. He patted Qianfan's hand. "This little thing is no problem for me. Buckle your seatbelt first. Oh, right, the meals and accommodations are all booked. I need to meet some friends first."

"Accommodation?" Qianfan was even more surprised. "You...you mean, we're going to stay out all night." Mingye

nodded and grinned mischievously, like a cat that had just stolen some cream. "Hehe, sounds like a honeymoon."

Hearing him say that, Qianfan felt a sense of relief and joy. He felt like he was being taken care of. The young prince had arranged everything perfectly, and he didn't need to worry about anything. Suddenly, he felt he couldn't treat the little guy in front of him like a child anymore. Apart from his age, apart from occasionally acting spoiled in front of him, apart from the childishness he inadvertently revealed, the young prince was actually very cautious and steady in his dealings with others, more mature than many adults. Qianfan didn't know whether to feel gratified or sad. Suddenly, he remembered Taifu's evaluation of the young prince—

he understood his position and the heavy responsibilities he had to accomplish very well, and anything that stood in his way would be eliminated by him. No matter how much he liked that thing, no matter how much he would regret and blame himself later, when the time came, he would still act without hesitation.

Possessing the cold, decisive heart of someone in a position of power, yet unable to be indifferent, was this a blessing or a curse for this little child?

"Qianfan, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You look so pale." The car was already speeding along the highway. Mingye cut into the right lane, slowing the car down, and reached out his right hand to touch Qianfan's forehead. "You don't have a fever. Do you get carsick?"

Qianfan pulled his little hand away: "It's okay! You should focus on driving."

"That's good. If you feel unwell, you must tell me. Don't try to tough it out." Mingye said, turning on the lights, and drove back onto the main expressway. "We'll be there soon." He glanced at his watch: "They should be waiting for us."

Friends who wanted the little prince to personally leave the palace for a private meeting? Who could they be? Qianfan put his worries aside and wondered with curiosity.

In Chapter Sixty-Six of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul,

in a charming little restaurant in the bustling city center, a man and a woman sat in a corner booth. The boy, about eighteen or nineteen years old, was impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, as if always ready for a formal occasion. Yet, he always maintained a relaxed expression, even when his face was stern, the corners of his mouth would slightly curve upwards, like a smile. Those close to him felt no pressure whatsoever; he called it approachability, but others said he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

The girl was a little younger, probably only fifteen or sixteen. Her long, straight, jet-black hair cascaded down her back. She was beautiful, the kind with a cold, aloof beauty, but everyone who knew her… no, everyone who had spoken to her even once, unanimously agreed that this woman had nothing to do with the word "cold." She was a fiery, outspoken woman; her large, bright eyes were always darting around, and if she caught someone she didn't like, she would immediately erupt, no matter the occasion.

"If he doesn't show up in five minutes, I'll twist his head off!" the boss declared fiercely.

The handsome guy next to her teased, "Are you really willing to do that?"

The boss glared fiercely, "Why wouldn't I be willing? It's not even mine!"

A ring of plants surrounded the booth, making it difficult for others to see inside, but those inside could survey the entire space.

The glass shop door opened, the crisp sound of wind chimes rang out, and two people walked in.

"Ah, it's him." Before the handsome guy could even greet him, the fiery beauty next to him had already thrown a glass at someone. Even

Mitsui Hisashi's three-point shot wasn't as accurate as hers; the glass flew straight towards the entrance of the shop. He didn't move his arm around Qianfan, but he loosened the travel bag he was carrying in his other hand, then calmly bent his finger and flicked it lightly. A crisp "clink" was heard, and the glass's force was completely neutralized. As he steadily held the glass in his hand, Qianfan was still choosing her seat, completely unaware that a move had already been exchanged. "Your Highness, shall we sit by the window?"

Mingye smiled and gestured to his two mischievous friends, one still and one active, in the corner. Then, he mischievously turned his glass, took a sip of ice water with the lip balm residue on it, raised his left eyebrow, and triumphantly toasted his friends.

The girl's face flushed red, and she slammed her hand on the table, cursing. All eyes in the restaurant immediately turned to her, but she remained as proud as a queen, head held high, completely ignoring the stares of passersby.

Qianfan also looked over and asked in a low voice, "Are those Your Highness's friends?"

Mingye chuckled, "She's the girl you originally wanted to kidnap—Huiyuanxi, the current president of Huijiu Group."

Mentioning the bad things she had done in the past, Qianfan blushed with shame.

Mingye took his hand and gently kissed it. "You don't need to feel guilty. This girl has a very shady background. If you had actually kidnapped and killed her, you might have rid society of a menace." She chuckled, "Too bad, some fool failed in his kidnapping attempt and ended up being kidnapped by me instead."

Qianfan's face turned even redder. The little guy always called him stupid, dull, and dumb, which was really annoying. He pulled his hand away and complained, "We're both dressed as men, in public..."

Mingye couldn't bear to remind him that, to outsiders, they actually looked more like siblings!

He helped Qianfan to a seat by the window, took the menu, and handed it to him: "The desserts here are famous, you can try them. But don't eat too much, we're just here for afternoon tea, we'll find another place for dinner." As he spoke, Mingye took a coat from his travel bag and draped it over Qianfan's shoulders. "It's cold here, you've just recovered from your illness, be careful not to catch a cold. I'll go talk to them for a bit, you wait here for me, don't wander off, order whatever you like from the menu."

Qianfan felt a little uncomfortable, as if many eyes were on him: "Your Highness, I... I feel like the atmosphere in this restaurant is a bit strange..."

"It's alright." Mingye kissed him on the cheek, thinking: Silly Qianfan, these two aren't ordinary people, at least 80% of the customers and waiters here are their plainclothes bodyguards, not just in this restaurant, but the surrounding streets within a hundred meters are all blocked off by their people, not even a fly can get in.

After settling Qianfan in, Mingye went to a private table, and the two immediately moved to the left and right, letting him sit in the middle.

"What? A pincer attack?" Mingye said, amused.

The girl, being rather gossipy, draped an arm over Mingye's shoulder: "Tell me, who was that person?"

Mingye picked up his cup to drink water; it certainly wasn't the one he'd just received. He mumbled, "Um, the bodyguard who accompanied me."

"Bodyguard?!" The two clearly didn't believe him, but he seemed unwilling to dwell on the topic: "Tell me, what did you invite me out for?"

"You're getting married!?" The two exclaimed in unison.

"When did you become so in sync? Are you two having an affair? Hehehe..." Mingye flashed his signature sly grin, immediately receiving two whacks on the head.

Huiyuanxi's expression hardened, adopting a businesslike tone: "Your wedding isn't allowed to be filmed by outsiders, is it?"

"Of course." Mingye nodded.

"Then give me exclusive filming rights!" The boss always got straight to the point, not wasting time.

Huijiu Group is a leading player in the entertainment industry, but recently several new cable TV stations have opened and are doing quite well, increasing competitive pressure on Huijiu Group's entertainment companies.

"Human audiences know very little about the gods and demons, and have never seen your wedding. If it were broadcast live, it would definitely cause a sensation."

Mingye rubbed his temples, somewhat regretting coming to the appointment. He really didn't want to tell the ambitious girl in front of him that his wedding was actually quite modest, simple, with no guests and no extravagance, which might disappoint the audience.

Seeing his troubled expression, the quick-witted Huiyuanxi immediately lowered her demands: "Half an hour, just half an hour. Okay? Just say yes." She had already used her coquettish charm, giving the two boys present goosebumps.

Mingye raised his hands in surrender: "Only ten minutes, and I can arrange the time." Huiyuanxi

pouted: "At least twenty minutes! Ten minutes is nothing! The show's over before it even starts. Twenty! At least twenty!" She slammed her hand on the table.

The little devil smiled: "If you say that again, I'll only give you five minutes. Take it or leave it?" With

her cheeks puffed out, the girl gave in: "Fine, then ten minutes it is." She was furious and yelled: "You stingy bastard!"

"But I have conditions." Mingye said calmly, sipping his iced water.

"Go ahead." He knew this kid was no pushover.

Mingye thought for a moment, about to speak: "I want you to promise me..." But before he could finish, he suddenly widened his eyes and stared at the spot by the bed, shouting: "Wait, wait, wait a minute!" He was as agile as an eel, disappearing from their encirclement in the blink of an eye. The two looked at each other, confused, and shook their heads.

In Chapter 67 of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul*

, the little devil rushed to Qianfan's side and hurriedly snatched the blueberry ice cream from his hand. Qianfan had his eyes closed, ready to enjoy a delicious bite of the soft and smooth ice cream, but when he opened his mouth, he swallowed a mouthful of air. He looked up at the child who had taken his dessert, feeling wronged: "Your Highness, what are you doing?" The beautiful phoenix eyes blinked twice, and he suddenly realized: "Oh, you like this too? Then you can have it, I ordered a lot." He smiled, pointed to the colorful ice cream on the table in front of him, and took one of the cups in his hand.

"Wait...wait a minute, Qianfan." Mingye snatched it away again, "You've just recovered, you can't eat these cold things!"

Qianfan tilted his head: "Can't eat? You mean...all of these?"

Mingye nodded, his eyes firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

"But...you just said I can order what I like." Qianfan protested softly, his brows furrowing slightly.

Mingye had already instructed the waiter to clear the food away. Qianfan watched helplessly as the beautifully decorated ice cream cups were taken away, his lips trembling and his eyes welling up with tears.

Mingye's heart softened at the sight. He stopped the waiter, took back his ice cream, and handed it to Qianfan, saying, "Here, only this one. No more."

Qianfan beamed and happily took it to eat.

Mingye crossed out all the frozen and alcoholic beverages on his menu with a pen before handing it to him. "Seriously, you can only order the ones that aren't crossed out."

After giving him repeated instructions, he returned to his seat.

"Bodyguard?!" This time, the two scoffed. "You're his bodyguard, aren't you?" This time, it was the boy who spoke.

Hehehe… The little devil chuckled happily, then playfully slapped his brother: “Ji Yufan, what are you saying, really, hehehe.”

The eldest son of the Ji family rolled his eyes: “Please wipe your drool, you look stupid!”

Mingye actually wiped his mouth with his sleeve: “Oh right, speaking of which…” He turned to Huiyuanxi: “You help me make five people famous. I want them to become idol singers in the shortest time. I will choose the candidates.”

“Five?! Are you setting me up?” The young lady was furious, “I won’t do it!”

“Friends are not for setting up, are they for loving?” Mingye didn’t care. “Fine, then don’t do it. Anyway, you’re the one who needs my help.”

“You… you hello…” Huiyuanxi gritted her teeth: “Tell me, when are you sending them over?”

The raccoon grinned smugly: “It’s not the right time yet. When the time comes, I will send them over myself.” He glanced at Qianfan stuffing a greasy chicken wing into his mouth. “Wait for me.” Using the same trick again, he slipped out, leaving the two of them staring at each other.

"You—you can't eat greasy food either!" The little devil stormed over, slapping the chicken wing out of his hand, then grabbing a pen and deleting the snacks from the menu.

Qianfan's appetite had recently increased, and he'd developed a craving for sweet and sour things, but Mingye wouldn't allow it. In a fit of anger, he threw his napkin on the table and got up to leave.

"Hey, Qianfan, where are you going?" Mingye hurriedly followed behind him.

Qianfan turned around abruptly: "The restroom, are you allowed

to go?" Mingye swallowed hard: "Yes, please take care." Why had Qianfan's temper suddenly become so volatile? It was terrifying!

When Qianfan came out of the restroom, he found the little guy waiting for him outside like a fool, and his anger instantly vanished. He chuckled: "Are you afraid I'll fall into the toilet?"

Mingye nodded honestly: "Of course I am! Who told you to always be so clueless?" One sentence successfully reignited Qianfan's rage.

Back in their seats—

"Wow, the bump on your head is spectacular!!" Ji Yufan exclaimed loudly, looking quite serious, while Hui Yuanxi laughed so hard she bent over.

Ji Yufan grinned lewdly, winking and whispering mysteriously to Mingye, "You and that guy... hmph, you're in that kind of relationship, right? Did you use the props I gave you before on him?"

Just thinking about Qianfan in bed made Mingye's little brother almost stand up immediately—Qianfan hadn't been feeling well lately, and he hadn't touched him in a long time, sob sob sob…

"What's going on? What are you talking about?" Huiyuanxi leaned closer, wanting to listen.

Ji Yufan shooed her away, "Go away, go away, what business is it of girls with men's affairs?" The moment the queen raised her fist, he cowardly changed his tune, "I was just trying to persuade this guy to come up on stage and sing us a song, hehe…" he said with a fawning smile.

"Sing?" The little girl perked up, clapping and shouting, "Go, go! You take such good care of your bodyguard, why don't you sing that… uh…" Ji Yufan and his old friend were on the same wavelength, shouting in unison, "Beauty protector!"

Huh? What Dongdong? The name sounds ancient. Mingye tossed his head around like a dryer drum.

Their loud laughter drew everyone's attention again. Mingye exchanged a tender glance with Qianfan from afar, and felt incredibly content and at ease. Suddenly, singing a love song didn't seem so embarrassing after all. But his inherently unwilling-to-be-taken-loss nature led him to set a condition for the eldest son of the Ji family: "I'll sing on stage, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What? You're bargaining with me for this?" The eldest son of the Ji family's face turned ashen, inwardly lamenting his poor choice of friends, but damn it, he really wanted to hear this kid speak, so he nodded: "Don't go too far."

"Not at all, not at all, we're friends!" The little devil, who had gotten a good deal, immediately said: "Let me decide the time for your gang's future gatherings."

"Just like that?" Ji Yufan couldn't believe his request was so simple: "Okay, deal!"

Encouraged by his two mischievous friends, Mingye walked onto the stage, his face flushed as if he were a little shy, his expression quite adorable. A round of applause erupted from the audience. He went over to the person who requested the song, and upbeat music quickly began to play.

Mingye picked up the microphone, his eyes fixed on one person in the audience.

Qianfan's eyes were full of surprise and anticipation. He gave the reserved little boy on stage an encouraging smile, which instantly boosted Mingye's confidence.

He hadn't heard the melody of the song before. Looking at the subtitles on the screen, Mingye awkwardly brought the microphone to his lips and read the lyrics almost like a stand-up comedy routine:

"This night, I met the girl in my heart on the street.

I decided to ignore the calls and go home with her .

The cold wind of the night must not blow on her.

Her deep eyes are about to speak to me. Her

slender figure, her graceful figure, silently turns around and

says to me, 'Romantic lover, do you love me?'

The greedy night wind dares to kiss her,

gently letting down her hair strand by strand.

The vile night wind should not comfort her

. I have decided to protect the girl in my heart for the rest of my life."

Some people in the audience whistled to cheer him on, and someone shouted, "Wow, Jay Chou is singing 'The Wind,' amazing!"

The two friends burst into laughter. After putting down the microphone, Ming

Ye ignored his two friends who were laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight. He went over and pulled Qian Fan along, and they left the restaurant together. Just outside the door, they saw six luxury cars parked in a row on the street in front of the restaurant. Three white cars were on the left, and three black cars were on the right; it was clear that the entourages of the two families had come to pick up their young masters. Next to the white car in the middle stood a little girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was beautiful and lovely, but unfortunately, her face was expressionless, like a porcelain doll. She wore a light green palace dress, her hands tucked into her sleeves. As they passed each other, she bowed slightly to Ming Ye. After they passed, Qian Fan kept turning back to look at her: "What a lovely child!" "Her name is Lanlan, and she's Ji Yu Fan's caregiver and manager," Ming Ye said, somewhat displeased that Qian Fan had praised another child's cuteness in front of him. "Ji Yufan? Is that the boy who was sitting to your left just now?" Qianfan couldn't believe it. "How could that be? That little girl was so young, how could she be someone's caregiver and manager? Doesn't she have to go to school?" Mingye rolled his eyes. How could he tell the kind person next to him that the "cute little girl" was the top assassin in the Ji family, trained from a young age? Qianfan added, "Her little jacket is so pretty, like a costume from an ancient drama." Mingye helped him into the car before telling him, "The Ji family are descendants of the last dynasty of a great human power in the East." Upon hearing this, Qianfan immediately became excited and waited for what was to come. Mingye walked around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat. "His family is very interesting. I'll take you there sometime." As he spoke, he started the car and slowly drove onto the highway. He then began to explain: "The Ji family's old mansion was a remote palace built during the heyday of the dynasty. It was nestled in a mountain forest, and outsiders were not allowed to enter for dozens of miles around. Because the elders of the clan cherished the past glory, they ordered that the servants in the main house must restore the clothing and attire of the dynasty era." At this point, Mingye suddenly laughed: "When Huiyuanxi first went to the Ji family mansion, she thought she had traveled through time." Chapter 69 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul: The two people in the restaurant did not leave immediately. "What do you think?" Ji Yufan stared at the doorway, thoughtfully asking the girl beside him. Although his smile was as usual, it was somewhat heavy, somewhat helpless, and somewhat regretful. Hui Yuanxi grabbed the glass in front of her and gulped down half a glass of ice water before slowly replying, "What do you mean, 'how do you see it'? What do you want to ask?" Ji Yufan rolled her eyes at her, seemingly annoyed that she was asking a question she already knew the answer to: "That person's significance to His Highness is probably not simple. I believe you can see their relationship. I just wanted to ask for your intuition as a woman." The leader slammed her glass on the table with a "bang," impatiently shouting, "It's obvious that His Highness has fallen for that person. He's serious this time!" During their brief meeting, although His Highness chatted with them casually, his entire mind was focused on that person. Oh dear, this is terrible! Hui Yuanxi sighed, glancing worriedly at Ji Yufan: "Hey, are you planning to report today's events to that person?" Ji Yufan asked with a hint of interest: "Oh, judging from your tone, it seems you want me to keep it from the Lord?" "Lord! Lord! Please stop being so loyal to your Lord all day long! The young prince is our friend!" Miss Hui grabbed the backpack beside her, slung it over her shoulder, and stood up: "You know the Lord's temperament best. If he finds out that the young prince has someone in his heart, he definitely won't let that human man go. If something happens to that person, the one who will be heartbroken in the end will be the young prince! Anyway, I won't report this to the Lord, and I hope you won't either. Let's just pretend we know nothing." After saying that, Hui Yuanxi left her old friend behind. Ji Yufan watched her retreating figure, a bitter smile on his face. He took out a pocket watch-shaped object from his pocket, opened the lid, and a cloud of black mist was reflected in the mirror inside. "You've seen everything that just happened, so I don't need to say anything more. In less than a month, the young prince will be getting married. When do you plan to wake up?"

Lanlan pushed open the restaurant door and entered. She saw her young master sitting pale-faced in a corner booth, staring intently at a small, exquisite gold pocket watch, completely unaware of her approach. Her assassin's innate keen senses made her frown. The pocket watch exuded a chilling, malevolent aura, sending shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned assassins accustomed to bloodshed. This feeling was like an invisible command, keeping her several meters away, preventing her from taking a single step forward to uncover the watch's hidden secrets.

"The place we're staying tonight... is this it?" Qianfan looked at the beautiful apartment building in front of her, speaking incredulously.

Mingye pulled out groceries he'd just bought from the supermarket from the trunk. "I bought one of the units, and tonight we'll... oh no!"

Qianfan heard his scream and rushed to the back of the car, only to find a giant shopping bag tilted, spilling out a mountain of fruits and vegetables, completely submerging the small figure beneath.

"Your Highness?" Qianfan dug a gap in the hill and pulled the child out. Seeing his head covered in vegetable leaves, she was both amused and annoyed. While cleaning him, she said, "I told you not to buy so much. We're only staying one night. Can the two of us finish it all?"

Mingye had his reasons: "If we can't finish it, we can give it to the neighbors. After all, neither of us are good at cooking. Most of the food here will probably be used as guinea pigs. Besides, it's a rare opportunity for me to leave the palace, so of course I want to enjoy the fun of shopping like a commoner."

Qianfan smiled slightly, not intending to expose him. Actually, this little glutton wanted to try everything that looked interesting, fun, novel, or strange, especially snacks. This couldn't be blamed on him. In the palace, his meals were carefully prepared by specialists, and the selection of ingredients and nutrition were indeed impeccable. But of course, he wouldn't have the chance to taste the most delicious junk food from the common people.

The building had a total of seventy-six floors, and they lived on the thirty-eighth floor. It couldn't compare to the height of Shuntian City, but it had the advantage of a quiet location.

The room was small, just one bedroom and one living room, but it was decorated very comfortably and warmly, with every detail taken care of. Even the places to put the condiments and hand sanitizer were conveniently located.

Qianfan put the food in the kitchen and turned around to see the little guy struggling to drag a heavy bag of food into the doorway. So she went to help him, but the bag couldn't withstand their combined pull and suddenly tore open. The two of them couldn't stop themselves and fell backward, landing on their bottoms. Luckily, there was a soft shaggy carpet on the floor, and they sat amidst a pile of fruit, laughing at each other's embarrassment.

Mingye insisted on cooking himself and told Qianfan to take a shower first.

Underwear and pajamas were prepared in the bedroom. Just before Qianfan stepped into the bathroom, she glanced at the kitchen again, only to see a flash of silver light, and the little guy had reverted to his original appearance.

With long, almost floor-length silver hair, he cheerfully hummed the tune he had sung on stage earlier and put on a light blue apron. That look was indescribably adorable, filling Qianfan with joy.

It proved that clever people never do anything too badly.

In Chapter 70 of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul*

, Qianfan came out of the bath and smelled a rich aroma wafting from the dining room, instantly feeling ravenous and his appetite surged.

Mingye was playing games in front of the TV when he heard footsteps. Turning around, he saw a slender, beautiful figure approaching barefoot, her hands behind her head, playing with her flowing hair. Her long, shapely figure was wrapped in a snow-white Japanese-style nightgown, loosely tied at the waist. The thin garment couldn't conceal her curves, and her nipples were faintly visible against the fabric. Mingye felt a tickle in his heart and chuckled to himself: Tonight, hehe, tonight he definitely had to…

Throwing away the game controller, the little devil went to greet Qianfan, taking his hand and leading him to the dining table.

Qianfan's eyes lit up: "Wow, all of this...you made it, Your Highness?"

Although the dishes on the table were simple to make and mostly vegetarian, they were very colorful and appealing. Mingye pushed a small bowl of sweet and sour purple and green cabbage salad in front of Qianfan. "Here, try this first, it's an appetizer."

After just one bite, Qianfan fell in love with it. He didn't bother to say anything about it and quickly stuffed his mouth full of salad.

"Don't eat too fast, be careful not to choke." The little devil held a water glass and stood beside him. When he saw that Qianfan had almost finished eating, he brought out the second dish—golden and crispy tempura.

Qianfan saw the salad being taken away and said anxiously, "Ah, I haven't finished that yet, I um..." His lips were suddenly blocked. Mingye kissed him a few times and stuck out his little tongue to lick away the milky white salad dressing left on the corner of his mouth. "

Good boy, don't eat too much sour food, or your stomach won't be able to handle it. There are other dishes." The little tongue licked and licked, and even licked up Qianfan's neck.

"Mmm... Your... Your Highness..." Qianfan groaned. The unintentional teasing had already made both of them blush. The little devil quickly stopped, thinking: I'd better feed Qianfan quickly so I can devour him properly.

Qianfan was a little out of breath: "Your Highness, aren't you going to eat?" Mingye

shook his head: "I'm not hungry." Actually, for him, the real delicacy was still hidden inside Qianfan's body.

Finally, there was a dessert—mango pudding.

Watching Qianfan put the pudding into his mouth bite by bite, Mingye smiled slyly. There was something good in it.

"Is it good?"

"It's good! But the taste is a bit special, unlike what I usually eat."

Of course, when making the pudding, he had added a creamy whiskey that could excite people.

Mingye said, "The life of a commoner is no problem for me. You see, even outside the palace, I can still take good care of you." He planned for the future, full of confidence. “I will learn to live like a mortal, go to school like a normal child, find a job, and earn money to support the family.” Mingye took Qianfan’s soft hand and rubbed it against his cheek. “You don’t need to worry about housework. You just need to do what you like and stay at home obediently waiting for me to come back. Okay?”

A wave of emotion and pain washed over him. Qianfan hugged the small, thin child and made a false promise: “Okay, okay, I’ll do whatever you say.” Thinking about how much longer he could stay with him, he choked up and said, “Your Highness, please remember, don’t be sad for the dead. It’s completely meaningless and unnecessary.”

The child in his arms tilted his head, looking at him with confusion. Qianfan could only soften his expression and smile bitterly: “I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just that demons have long lifespans, so the time I can spend with you will only be a moment in your life. Maybe before I grow old, you’ll already find me ugly and won’t want me anymore.”

“How could I not want you!” Mingye hurriedly argued, “Fool, so that’s what you’re worried about. I’d rather grow old with you than live a long and lonely life.” At this point, he suddenly smiled mysteriously, “Do you know why gods and demons possess power that transcends nature, something that humans don’t have?”

Qianfan shook his head.

"That's because of the location of the Heavenly Soul," the Little Demon King continued to explain. "Simply put, the Heavenly Soul is like genetic material, passed down from generation to generation. Therefore, gods and demons of different races possess their own unique powers. Human souls don't have such power, but after death, the soul can be reincarnated. If a god or demon dies, the power of the Heavenly Soul returns to nature and disappears, unable to reincarnate."

"If a human is unhappy in this life, they can still hope for the next. But I can't, Qianfan, I only have this one life!"

The Little Demon King's gaze was filled with unwavering determination: "I must be with the person I love, living the life I want. I don't want regrets, I don't want remorse. As long as I find a way to sever the ties of the Heavenly Soul, I can have the lifespan of an ordinary person, and grow old with you." (

Chapter 71 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul)

After dinner, the little devil insisted that Qianfan rest in bed and wouldn't let him help clean up the dishes, revealing his chauvinistic tendencies.

Qianfan protested, saying, "Lying down right after eating will easily give you a big belly."

Glancing at his flat stomach, Mingye pouted and reluctantly agreed. He retied his apron, rolled up his sleeves with an air of importance, and gave Qianfan instructions: "Stand back a bit, don't let the dirty water splash on your pajamas. No, no, you don't need to wash them, you're responsible for drying the dishes with a cotton cloth and putting them back on the shelf."

Qianfan watched him wash the dishes. The little guy was reliable in everything he did, methodical and elegant. He was almost fifteen years old, and although he was thin and small, he already exuded a masculine and capable air. As he grew older, he would become even more imposing, and countless men and women would fall for his charm.

Looking at his resolute and focused profile, Qianfan felt a warm and sweet feeling well up in his chest. He wanted to spoil him forever, but then he realized that it was actually him who was spoiling him… This child, without him even realizing it, had become his attachment and concern, for whom he was willing to live and die…

Mingye turned around and handed a plate to Qianfan, finding him gazing at him with tender eyes, his gaze filled with unspeakable love. For some reason, the little devil suddenly felt a little embarrassed and quickly turned his face away. Qianfan was somewhat surprised to find that even his ears were completely red. Hehe, so cute! He made her want to bite his tender little face. So Qianfan mustered her courage, leaned slightly, and lightly pecked Mingye's cheek. The

flattered little devil almost couldn't resist the urge to pounce on the beauty beside him and shower him with affection. Unfortunately, his hands were covered in dish soap suds, making it inconvenient to do so, so he had to suppress his desire.

After washing all the dishes, Mingye went to take a bath. Qianfan prepared a bathtub full of hot water for him, intending to serve the little demon king as was his custom in the palace.

"No, no, I don't need to today," Mingye shouted, pushing him out the door.

Tonight, the little demon king was determined to use the "time-shrinking" spell he had finally learned to grow up quickly and bring Qianfan unforgettable, ultimate "pleasure" with his mature, imposing body.

He quickly stripped naked and jumped into the water with a "plop." Mingye formed hand seals and chanted an incantation, creating a silver magic circle around him.

The water in the bathtub began to ripple, and with the activation of the Heavenly Soul Power, the entire bathroom was filled with steam, and the lights flickered. Mingye felt changes in his body: bodily fluids flowed rapidly, cell division intensified, and bones grew quickly… Every pore opened up, and excess spiritual energy was released outwards, giving him an indescribable feeling of comfort.

The little devil was excited, nervously waving his arms and legs in the bathtub: “Hahaha, great! Great! I’ll be an adult soon! Yeah~~ Qianfan, wait for me!”

But in reality, he hadn’t fully mastered this unfathomable spell…

The airflow in the bathroom, manipulated by his power, boiled over, and the water pipes embedded in the wall couldn’t withstand the pressure, bursting with a “bang,” and hot water, billowing steam, sprayed out uncontrollably like a torrential downpour. Just as the spell was about to succeed, a sudden change occurred: the previously unobstructed meridians reversed, and the leaking spiritual energy all flowed back into his body. Mingye realized something was wrong, but it was too late to stop.

"Aaaaaaah──────────"

Hearing his scream from outside, Qianfan rushed into the room, twisting open the bathroom door: "Your Highness?!"

The room was filled with water and steam, making it impossible to see anything. Qianfan waded through the water, groping his way to the bathtub, anxiously calling out, "Your Highness, where are you? Answer me!" As he got closer, he saw a small, white thing curled up in the bathtub. "Your...Your Highness?"

Mingye looked up at him, his eyes brimming with tears: "Qianfan...Waaah..." His voice was even more childish than before, like that of an eight or nine-year-old child.

Seeing his appearance, Qianfan was stunned: "Huh? What happened to you?" After the initial shock, he wanted to laugh.

Mingye sat dejectedly in the bathtub, his head drooping. He knew what had happened, of course, looking at his round little fists—oh my god, the magic had backfired. He hadn't grown into an adult; instead, he had become even younger. Hearing Qianfan's suppressed laughter, the little devil waved his fist and shouted in a childish voice, "Don't laugh! Do you hear me?"

His words only made things worse; Qianfan burst into laughter. He had been so alarmed by the little guy's cries that he thought he'd suffered some terrible injury, his heart pounding in his throat. Turns out, the little rascal's spell had backfired.

Mingye, his face pale from the laughter, crossed his arms angrily, pouting and glaring at him. "Are you still laughing? If you laugh again, I won't talk to you anymore."

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore, I'm sorry." Qianfan pulled a large towel from the nearby cabinet, wrapped it around Mingye, and carried him out of the bathtub.

The little devil didn't resist; still pondering what had gone wrong, he was deeply shaken.

Qianfan placed his soft, chubby little body on the bed and gently dried him off. The towels in the mortal realm couldn't compare to those in the palace. After just a few wipes, red marks appeared on the little boy's delicate skin, making Qianfan's heart ache.

"How are you, Your Highness? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" He carefully examined the little boy's body, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the little devil's lower body—his tiny penis, no bigger than a mushroom. "Pfft," Qianfan couldn't help but laugh again.

Mingye followed his gaze and immediately became enraged, lunging at Qianfan, trying to pin him down: "Qianfan, you heartless bastard, how dare you laugh at me. Believe me, even in my current state, I can still... I can..." His momentum weakened because he realized that even with all his strength, he couldn't push Qianfan down.

Oh God!!! Looking at his short limbs in anguish, the little devil almost burst into tears—why did things turn out like this? Why the hell?!

His comical expression only made Qianfan laugh more, but in the blink of an eye, the little demon king's face darkened, becoming serious and wary. He suddenly shouted, "Who goes there? State your name!"

A silver protective circle suddenly appeared, shielding the two on the bed. At the same time, attacks that hit the protective circle were all deflected, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen masked men in black appeared out of nowhere, surrounding the bed.

Qianfan was a little frightened, his face pale. Mingye held him close, gently comforting him, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's nothing."

The little demon king tried to use his spiritual power to probe the strength of the attackers. To his surprise, these dozen or so "people" had neither human nor divine aura; they seemed more like shikigami or something similar, quite strange. He wondered who had sent them. The little demon king was already in a bad mood, and now he was taking it out on these unknown attackers.

"You dare disturb my honeymoon? Are you tired of living?" The authoritative words were spoken in a childish voice, even Qianfan couldn't help but chuckle.

Mingye draped a sheet over himself, then tore off a strip of cloth and blindfolded Qianfan.

"Little Prince, why?"

"Be a good boy, don't take it off without my permission."

With his eyes covered, Qianfan was plunged into darkness.

Seeing his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, Mingye gently kissed him and whispered in his ear, "It's alright, don't worry. I'll take care of these thugs right away."

Qianfan finally nodded: "Be careful!"

Mingye jumped off the bed, accidentally stepping on the sheet. His chubby little body made him slow to react, and he almost fell. After regaining his balance, he first glanced back, thankfully Qianfan's eyes were covered, preventing him from seeing his embarrassing state.

If he used spiritual power, dealing with them would be a piece of cake, but he didn't want to do that, because frequently activating his Heavenly Soul might alert the Heavenly Realm and attract unnecessary trouble. Therefore, he decided to eliminate these eyesores with his bare hands.

"Mission start!"

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Mingye left Qianfan inside the protective circle and faced the enemy alone.

Locking onto a target, he rushed to the man in black, leaped up, and slammed his knee into the man's forehead. The man screamed, his nose and eyeballs shattered, white brain matter and blood splattering everywhere, before collapsing to the ground. To Mingye's surprise, if the opponent was merely a shikigami controlled by a talisman, it should have vanished after being defeated, instead of leaving behind a foul-smelling corpse like the man before him.

"It's the Blood Spirit Curse, such a vicious technique!"

Manipulating the evil spirits of the underworld to possess the dead, turning them into killing puppets. Such tactics might work on ordinary people, but for the young master of the Demon Realm, killing them was no more difficult than killing bedbugs. Mingye wondered, did the master of these undead not know his identity at all? What was the purpose of sending these blood spirits, who could only deal with humans, here? Thinking this, Mingye's heart sank—oh no, could it be…

He quickly turned around and saw that most of the evil spirits had pounced on Qianfan on the bed, with only a few entangled around him. The protective circle was effective against spiritual energy, but it couldn't stop the attacks of tangible entities. The pile of rotting flesh, barely maintaining a human form wrapped in clothes, frantically slashed and stabbed at the protective circle with knives.

Mingye's eyes turned red with rage, and he roared, "Damn it! You're all asking for death!" Ignoring the few blood spirits clinging to him, he tore off a piece of the bedsheet, gathered all his strength, and hurled it at the bed, instantly knocking several heads off, creating a spectacular scene of eggs and tomatoes flying everywhere.

A strong stench of blood filled the room. Qianfan, overwhelmed by the smell, covered his mouth and gagged. The Heart-Eating Gu, dormant in his heart, was suddenly aroused and became active, driven mad by the scent of blood. Qianfan shuddered, pressing his hand to his chest, writhing in pain and convulsing.

Mingye noticed his abnormality.

"Qianfan! Ugh..." He tried to return to Qianfan's side, but a gust of bloody wind swept behind him. He rolled aside alertly, avoiding the necromancer's blade. The necromancer twisted his wrist and then stabbed at Qianfan's neck. Mingye quickly turned his face away. The sharp blade grazed Qianfan's cheek, embedding itself in the ground and pinning a corner of the bedsheet, rendering him immobile. Seeing his chance, the necromancer grabbed Mingye's neck with both hands. The Little Demon King, unwilling to let the disgusting rotting flesh touch him, raised his knee to strike the man's chest and abdomen, then swept his other leg across, sending him flying. The knife was stuck deep in the ground, and Mingye couldn't pull it out for a while, so he had to tear the bed sheet. Before he could regain his freedom, another wave of attacks followed closely behind—

"Your Highness!" Qianfan on the bed was pale. His usually gentle and quiet phoenix eyes were wide open now, revealing a despair and fear he had never seen before. The shocking scene of danger made him completely forget about his own pain. Without a second thought, he leaped off the bed with all his might, throwing himself onto Mingye, shielding the tiny child in his arms, and using his own body to protect him from all harm…

A flash of silver light, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted in an instant, followed by a deafening roar as debris and smoke flew everywhere—

in the chaos, Qianfan felt a pair of warm, strong arms encircle him…

Once the choking smoke had dissipated somewhat, Qianfan slowly opened his eyes, only to be met with a handsome face contorted with rage, leaving him completely stunned…

Then came a deafening roar that assaulted his eardrums—

“Idiot Qianfan! Are you out of your mind?! Who told you to rush over here?! Who told you to untie the cloth strips?! You bastard!”

Mingye was utterly furious, raising his hand to teach this brainless fool a lesson, but looking around, he didn't know where to place his hand; he couldn't bring himself to strike Qianfan's entire body. He angrily withdrew his hand, still shaken: "Why didn't you listen to me? Answer me! What are you spacing out for? Are you scared out of your wits? Hey, Qianfan..." As he shouted, Mingye realized something was wrong. His voice... his voice! Deep, resonant, and slightly magnetic, a very pleasant voice, belonging to a mature man!

He and Qianfan were both sitting on the ground, but the angle from which he looked at Qianfan—was actually looking down?!

He stretched out his hand again, examining his palm closely. Long, slender fingers, distinct knuckles, no longer a chubby little fist, his palm was large and warm.

"Oh my god!!" The Demon King grabbed Qianfan's shoulder, shouting excitedly, "Qianfan! Have I grown up? Look! I've become an adult, haven't I? Finally!! Finally, I've become an adult—"

Qianfan snapped out of her daze, overwhelmed with joy and surprise. She reached out and touched that handsome face, both strange and familiar, calling out with love and tenderness, "You really are... Your Highness?" Mingye

nodded repeatedly, "It's me, Qianfan, it really is me!" He immediately lifted the hem of the bed sheet and looked down at his crotch. A magnificent and resolute masculine pride immediately came into view.

"Hahaha! Did you see that? I told you I'd grow really, really big! I wasn't lying, was I?" The Demon King smugly teased Qianfan in his ear, "How about it? You're so magnificent, how about we name you 'Black Bomber'?"

Qianfan couldn't help but laugh, hugging his neck and shyly burying her face in his neck, whispering affectionately, "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you want."

"Hmph! That sounds nice, you'll do whatever I want. But when it comes to the crucial moment, you won't listen to me and will act on your own." Mingye settled the score later, grumbling and helping Qianfan up from the ground. "I'll punish you properly when we get back!" The grown-up Demon King effortlessly swept Qianfan's slender body into his arms.

"Ah..." Qianfan exclaimed in surprise, landing steadily in a warm embrace, her hands resting on a broad chest.

Mingye lowered his head and kissed Qianfan's fragrant hair: "It's been so long, I've wanted to hold you like this for so long."

He took a step out onto the terrace, glancing back at the few remaining bugs behind him. Mingye said, "I don't have time to play with you. Go back and tell your superiors that anyone who dares to touch my people must be prepared to die!" The righteous and stern demon king of one moment was now smiling ambiguously, saying to the person in his arms, "A moment of bliss is worth a thousand pieces of gold, how can we waste it here? Qianfan, let's go back right away and do some things we love." To be honest, after today's fright, Mingye had no confidence in his "time-shrinking" spell. Changing size like this without any rules was even more reliable than breast augmentation; she might even revert to her baby form in a moment. So he had to get Qianfan to a safe place as soon as possible.

Qianfan nodded obediently in his arms.

Mingye said again, "I'll use teleportation, which might be too much of a strain on a human body and make things uncomfortable. But it'll pass quickly, just bear with it."

Qianfan smiled at him, "I'm not afraid, Your Highness, please do it with confidence."

"Okay!" The night wind rustled the tattered sheets on their bodies. The Little Demon King jumped onto the railing, holding his beloved, and looked down from the thirty-eighth floor. The lights of the human world twinkled like stars, reflecting the Milky Way in the sky. At that moment, he felt that life was so perfect.

"There's no time to lose, let's go back to the palace immediately." After saying that, he jumped down...

Chapter 73 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

: In a high-end commercial apartment in the downtown area, a suspected small explosion occurred, causing a commotion. Police cars patrolling the streets arrived from all directions with sirens blaring. The concrete flying down in the explosion did not injure the pedestrians below, but it almost hit an unlucky black car, scaring the people inside into a cold sweat.

What goes around comes around!

Ji Yufan touched his forehead and sighed silently.

His car was hidden under a large tree in the community park. When he opened the car door and got out, he saw rubble everywhere and felt a little scared, but what horrified him even more was that his car hadn't been hit at all. The rubble around him had piled up into small mounds, but his car was completely undamaged! Don't ask him why; he'd rather never figure it out himself. God! Why did he have to be involved with two demons?

A little girl's voice came from behind: "The person is gone, young master. What should we do next?"

Deeper into the park, someone was performing a ritual, summoning the dead. It was at least five or six hundred meters away from the car, but the girl's voice was as clear as if it were right next to his ear. Ji Yufan lit a cigarette, took a drag, composed himself, and then replied, "That's enough. Your work is done. Come back, Lanlan."

"Yes, young master," the girl responded, and the next second, she was already beside Ji Yufan, her face completely drained of color. She was about to bow when her body swayed and she collapsed.

"Lanlan!" Ji Yufan quickly caught her and carried the exhausted Lanlan to the car. "I'm sorry to have made you do this."

Lanlan leaned back in her seat, catching her breath. Hearing her young master's words, she forced herself to cheer up, a smile playing on her lips. "Whatever your orders, young master, Lanlan will do her best to fulfill them."

Ji Yufan affectionately patted her head. "Don't push yourself. Take a rest if you're tired."

"Young master," the rigorously trained assassin was no fool. "His Highness... has probably already realized... it was us." She spoke breathlessly.

"Don't worry, at least he hasn't publicly turned on you, has he?" Ji Yufan gave her a reassuring smile and then closed the car door. He walked alone deeper into the park, until he reached a secluded spot. There, he pulled out his pocket watch, opened it, and asked with a bitter smile, "My lord, are you satisfied now?"

He understood why his lord had given the watch to him instead of Huiyuanxi. His lord was subtly trying to distance the young prince from him. No! Not just him, but every man who appeared near the young prince was viewed with suspicion by his lord. Unfortunately, despite all his precautions, just as the divine punishment was about to end, his beloved little darling had fallen for a mortal. Alas! Ji Yufan sighed again: Love has always been the most painful thing; now, the world is likely to descend into chaos.

The pocket watch remained silent; no one answered him.

The soul, imprisoned in a void and chaotic world, leaned against a divine mirror, stroking the images recorded within, watching them again and again without showing any sign of weariness. His stubborn gaze remained fixed on the silver figure in the image, he kept staring at him…

“Mingming, Mingming, I am right beside you, do you know? We… have never been separated.”

A man entered the room, kneeling in greeting: “Your Majesty summoned me, what urgent matter?”

Playing with a strand of hair that fell beside his temple, his infatuated gaze lingered on his reflection in the mirror, unwilling to look away: “Go prepare the ceremony, my soul is about to return, I must return to my true body.”

“Absolutely not!” the minister exclaimed in alarm, “Your Majesty, the Thousand Cliffs Binding Curse has not yet been lifted. Your awakening now is extremely dangerous…” Before he could finish speaking, a sharp, blade-like aura flashed across his left shoulder, and with a gentle slash, his arm was cleanly severed. Blood gushed out immediately, he clutched his wound, refusing to cry out, biting his lower lip until it bled.

“If it weren’t for the fact that you were once my ‘father’ in the underworld, this blow would have been aimed at your neck.” He stood up in front of the mirror, his long black hair, gleaming with a purplish-gold luster, trailing on the ground. “Go quickly. My orders are yours to obey; you need not offer any opinions.” His voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable pressure.

The minister said no more, picked up his severed arm, and left the room.

When he was alone, his cold, dark eyes would often inadvertently reveal a look of loneliness. He pressed his face against the mirror, “If I don’t wake up soon, I’m afraid he’ll forget me…”

Whether it was because his body had grown larger, causing a slight deviation in his control over spiritual power, or because it was the first time he had used teleportation with a human, it had affected his aura. In any case, the landing location was wrong, and the expected scene did not appear.

“Huh, this doesn’t seem to be Shuntian City?” Mingye looked around at the surrounding jungle. It was indeed a very beautiful place, with the sound of a waterfall in the distance, but it was not his territory.

"Your Highness, please put me down, I can walk," Qianfan said in his arms. Although the teleportation had left him feeling nauseous and dizzy, the prince's arms didn't seem very fleshy, and he wondered if holding him like this would be tiring.

Mingye became more and more addicted to holding him, unwilling to put him down. "Just let me hold you a little longer, who knows when I'll be able to hold you like this again." This terrible "time-shrinking" trick was best used sparingly in the future.

He carried Qianfan and walked towards a pool of water not far away. Emerging from the jungle, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a waterfall cascading down from a high cliff, like a white dragon drinking from a stream. Steam rose from the pool, presumably a hot spring. Countless delicate wildflowers bloomed by the spring, scattered among the lush grass, quietly emitting shimmering light and delicate fragrance in the night.

What kind of place is this?

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, Qianfan's body was too weak. Mingye dared not use Instant Teleportation to bring him back to Shuntian City continuously. It seemed they would have to make do and spend the night in this desolate place.

"It's very peaceful here, and there are no hidden dangers nearby. Let's rest here for a while."

Mingye walked to the spring and put Qianfan down under an unidentified low tree, letting him sit on the grass and lean against the tree trunk to rest.

"You rest here and don't wander off. I'm going to take a bath in the spring." Mingye suddenly shook his head like a puppy, flinging out a lot of sand and lime from his long, thick silver hair. Although the tree was only two meters away from the spring, he still carefully set up a protective circle around Qianfan.

"If you feel uncomfortable or encounter any problems, just call me."

Qianfan was completely weak, leaning limply against the tree trunk. The dizziness was getting worse, and his stomach was churning with acid. He suppressed his discomfort and smiled at Mingye, saying, "I know, Your Highness, you don't need to worry about me, go on."

Although the little devil's body had grown up, his mind was still that of a lively fifteen-year-old boy. Once in the hot spring, his childlike innocence resurfaced, and he played happily. The spring water was clear and the temperature was pleasant. The little devil splashed around in the water for a while, then swam around a few times, but he never dared to stray too far from the person on the shore. He submerged for a moment, then immediately popped his head up to look at the shore. Only when he was sure that Qianfan was still sitting safely on the shore did he feel at ease and go back to play in the water.

"Qianfan, why don't you come down and bathe with me?" He emerged from the water, leaned over the shore, and smiled at Qianfan. His beautiful silver hair spread out in the water, as if absorbing the clear moonlight. His stunningly beautiful face made Qianfan forget all reaction, her heart pounding wildly.

But Mingye, with his keen eyes, noticed a faint trace of blood on Qianfan's lips. His playful mood vanished instantly, and he quickly leaped ashore, walked to Qianfan, and touched his forehead: "You vomited blood? Why didn't you tell me? Do you have a fever?"

Qianfan pulled his hand down: "No, that's not my blood." He opened his other hand, holding a bright red fruit in his palm. "It must be the juice of this fruit. My stomach was feeling acidic, and I felt nauseous. I saw a fruit on this tree, it smelled very good, and it happened to be growing right above my head, so I picked it on a whim. After tasting it, I found it was both sour and sweet, and it looked delicious, so I..."

"Fool! You can't just eat wild fruit like that! Aren't you afraid of getting poisoned?" Mingye was speechless. "You didn't eat much, did you? Quick! Spit it out." He gently patted Qianfan's back.

Qianfan was on the verge of tears, exclaiming, "I can't spit it out! I swallowed it all. And I feel much better after eating it."

"Really?" Mingye took the remaining fruit from his hand, sniffed it suspiciously, and indeed it smelled incredibly fragrant. However, he had never seen this kind of fruit before and dared not let Qianfan eat it. After casually throwing the fruit away, he sternly questioned, "Why didn't you tell me when you weren't feeling well? Why did you endure it without letting me know?"

"I...I...Anyway, it wasn't serious...I'm much better now..." Qianfan thought regretfully: Children aren't cute when they grow up; their sullen faces are terrifying. He found himself unable to face the child's anger directly, so he lowered his head and tried to appear repentant, hoping the little guy would soften and forgive him.

Mingye saw through his little scheme. Under the moonlight, the boy's complexion finally looked much rosier, which reassured the little devil but also stirred up wicked thoughts. "Oh, you said your stomach hurts? Shall I rub it for you?" Before he finished speaking, his hand was already on Qianfan's chest.

"Ah..." Caught off guard, Qianfan tensed. "There... Your Highness, you're rubbing there... not my stomach..."

How could they do that in the wilderness? Qianfan quickly grabbed Mingye's hand, looking up to meet a pair of alluring silver eyes, a temptation he could never resist. This little rascal had meticulously planned this night; he couldn't let a little shame spoil his fun. What did he have besides this body? He would give this child what he wanted...

"You're such a... willful child!"

Qianfan's face flushed even more. He trembled slightly, pulling open his shirt, taking Mingye's hand, and guiding it to his breast, pressing it against his naked chest.

Under Mingye's surprised gaze, he twisted his waist, his pearly teeth lightly biting his lower lip, his alluring eyes glancing sideways, his breath coming in gasps of passion. In a soft voice, he said, "Here... help me... rub it properly... mmm..."

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No one knows where the little demon king learned his technique, but he pressed Qianfan against the tree trunk, his hands cupping his breasts, gently kneading them until Qianfan felt as if he were floating on air, his mouth constantly moaning.

Two blushes floated on his face, he half-closed his eyes, looking at Mingye in a daze, his slightly parted red lips like two tempting petals waiting to be plucked. Mingye bit his lips, creating an even more erotic red, then fiercely pressed down, sucking the sweetness from his mouth. Qianfan's intermittent moans quickly turned into alluring soft groans, tinged with seductive nasal tones, like a cat in heat: "...Mmm...Mmm..." Facing his beloved child, he completely relaxed, offering himself up, his chest heaving as he actively rubbed against Mingye's palm.

"Is it that comfortable, Qianfan?" Mingye smiled smugly, his long, strong fingers now attacking Qianfan's erect nipples.

The feeling of being enveloped in warmth suddenly vanished, his breasts exposed to the cool air, a tingling sensation spreading through them. Qianfan looked down and saw his two sensitive nipples being gently twisted and rotated by Mingye's fingers.

"Ah... Your Highness... Don't touch there... It's... uncomfortable..."

"How can it be uncomfortable?" Mingye buried his face in Qianfan's cleavage and rubbed against him. "Qianfan, you're lying, you're clearly enjoying it!" His fingers suddenly tightened, pinching Qianfan's nipple and pulling it upwards sharply—

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!"

Qianfan screamed, his whole body tensing, and his erect penis ejaculated a stream of essence. After releasing, he was so exhausted that he almost fainted.

His body, which had been leaning against the tree trunk, slowly slid down, and Mingye caught him in his arms: "Just playing with your breasts made you orgasm? What are you going to do next?" Mingye pulled off the sheets, revealing his magnificent penis. He picked Qianfan up, turned him around so that his back was to him, and spread his legs wide.

Qianfan felt shyly as a hot, thick penis rubbed against his crotch, causing an itch. “Little…Your Highness…you…”

Mingye wrapped his arms around Qianfan’s waist from behind, asking excitedly, “Qianfan, I’ve finally become an adult. You need to be prepared tonight, I won’t leave your body all night. You’ve chosen, which hole do you want me to penetrate?”

Such a shameful question, Qianfan would never normally pay attention to him. But tonight, Qianfan lovingly stroked his abdomen, then said to Mingye, “…the one in the back…the one in the back, I guess…” Even he himself didn’t know why he gave this answer. Caught

up in lust, Mingye didn’t think too much about it; he couldn’t wait to enter Qianfan. “Then I won’t be polite.” His strong arms lifted Qianfan’s buttocks, aligning his member with his own, and slowly lowered it.

Even after just the tip had entered, Qianfan couldn't take it anymore. He twisted his waist in pain, refusing, "Ah! No... It's too big, Your Highness... I, I can't take it!"

Mingye was also in pain, covered in cold sweat, but he refused to give up, kneading Qianfan's buttocks, "It's okay, relax a little more... Or, let's use your front one first..."

"No!" Qianfan tried to widen his rear, "You... yours is so big... mine can't fit either..."

"Hehe, Qianfan, is that a compliment to my black bomber?" Mingye was so happy that his thing swelled up even more, and Qianfan was so stretched that he began to sob.

The little demon king suppressed the urge to penetrate, patiently caressing his body, his mouth kissing his smooth back with all his might.

The body of a demon descendant was truly bizarre. Qianfan was clearly in great pain, yet he also longed for Mingye's entry, hoping that the thick weapon would fiercely penetrate his body. He leaned softly against Mingye, their necks intertwined, rubbing against each other for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, Your Highness! Come in without worry, I can do it."

"Alright, just bear with it for a bit, you'll feel much better after this pain subsides." Mingye had clearly reached his limit, the tight, warm passage... He wanted to possess Qianfan, immediately, right now! He thrust upwards with his hips, a soft, wet sound echoing—

"Ah..." The pain from his tailbone, mixed with indescribable pleasure, coursed through Qianfan's body like an electric shock. His rear was stretched to its limit, barely accommodating the prince's weapon. The feeling of being filled was as if not only his rear, but also his heart, which had always been empty and adrift, was being filled at the same time. "Say it! This feeling of happiness and fulfillment must be known to him, because after tonight, I'll never have the courage to say it again: 'Your Highness, I...I love you...'"

Qianfan felt the arms wrapped around his waist stiffen instantly, and his heart pounded violently. He was filled with anxiety and uncertainty, but he couldn't see the expression on the child's face behind him. He began to regret it. Perhaps...he had messed things up. He shouldn't have assumed their love was so deep and uttered such rebellious words, only adding to the prince's troubles. What kind of person was he? Just a male prostitute who had been played with by countless men. How could this lowly body deserve the prince's love? But...but...even if it was one-sided, he wanted him to know! After waiting for a long time without a response, Qianfan's tears fell like a broken string onto Mingye's arm. Just when he was about to give up, the prince's arms tightened around him.

"Qianfan, actually... I don't know if this counts as love. But I want to be with you forever, always and never apart." The Little Demon King savored this sentiment, his eyes crinkling into crescents, a smile playing on his lips, his face radiating intoxicating tenderness. He spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "I think this must be love. I'm happy whenever I see you. If I can't see you, I always wonder how you're doing, what you're doing now. Thinking of you warms my heart, it feels so comforting. Just thinking of you gives me the courage to deal with thorny political affairs, to contend with those despicable gods. So, I think this must be the power of love. Hehe, how cheesy, I... I don't even know how to express it."

Suddenly, large dark clouds surged in from the sky, obscuring the moon. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, followed by a torrential downpour. An angry voice seemed to echo from the darkness, roaring and accusing: "No! That's not love! You're wrong, Mingming, you're too young to know what love is! Stop talking!"

Unfortunately, the two entwined beneath the tree couldn't hear a word. They made love passionately in the wind and rain, tireless and endless, tightly bound together, letting the torrential rain wash over their bodies…

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Heavenly Soul Chronicles Chapter 76)

A sliver of light pierced the sky. After a night of passion, both were exhausted.

Mingye's clone remained inside Qianfan. He had kept his word, taking his lover all night. Now, his limp member still clung to Qianfan's warm embrace, unwilling to withdraw.

Qianfan leaned against the tree trunk, her long legs pressed against Mingye's sides, her arms tightly wrapped around his back, letting him rest against her chest.

The Little Demon King was extremely satisfied. His body temperature was low, but Qianfan's body was warm and soft. Mingye rested his head on Qianfan's slightly heaving chest, his cheek pressed against that damp, smooth skin. When he looked up, Qianfan's beautiful and gentle face came into view. Stretching his neck, the Little Demon King could kiss Qianfan's lips, neck, and collarbone. Lowering his head, Qianfan's full breasts provided him with a delicious breakfast. He sucked on the pink nipples, and Qianfan's steady breathing immediately became erratic. Her arms tightened around him in tension, and her anus tightened at the same time, almost making him erect again.

In the early dawn, the two embraced tightly, chatting idly about nothing in particular. The Little Demon King mostly talked to himself, because his topics were very erotic, often leaving Qianfan blushing and unable to answer.

"Qianfan, you're so sweet. I think your breast milk is getting sweeter and sweeter." He stuck out his tongue and licked every inch of Qianfan's chest. "Hmm, which nipple do you prefer me to suck? The left or the right?" Knowing that the shy girl wouldn't answer him, he simply found the answer himself. He sucked on both of Qianfan's nipples, making her chest covered in his saliva. "Hehe, Qianfan's reaction is so strong, so sensitive!"

Qianfan finally couldn't bear it any longer and pinched his nose as a warning: "Little kids aren't allowed to say such R-rated things! If human kids were like you, they would have been spanked by adults long ago."

"I'm a little kid?" Mingye's eyes widened. Even if he admitted it, his manhood would never admit it, and it immediately stood erect. He only thrust a few times, and Qianfan's limbs were already stiff, shaking his head desperately, tears welling in his eyes as he cried out: "Ah...no! Your Highness, no more..."

Mingye knew that he couldn't take it anymore, and if he continued, he might damage the over-expanded opening, so he stopped his attack. Qianfan's tense muscles slowly softened. He breathed heavily, his honey hole filled with the little devil's essence, his penis squeezing out a large amount of thick fluid with each thrust. He couldn't imagine how pathetic his lower body would look.

"Hmph, how dare you call me a kid? The Black Bomber won't let you get away with this." The child's innocent words made Qianfan want to laugh. Mingye proudly looked up and asked, "Do you remember how many times the bomber fired last night?" The boy lowered his head shyly, not responding. Mingye, annoyed, grabbed Qianfan's two snow-white thighs and raised them threateningly, "Hey, don't pretend you didn't hear me, answer me now. Otherwise, the bomber will be ready to fire again!"

Qianfan, startled, quickly said, "I don't know, I... I don't remember clearly." He himself had also ejaculated terribly. Besides the first time, he only remembered feeling like he was walking on clouds, being penetrated to the point of ecstasy, his mind blank. How could he possibly remember how many times the little guy had orgasmed?

"Sigh!" Mingye put down Qianfan's legs and sighed, "Seven or eight times, I'm exhausted. It's good to be grown up, you can do whatever you want." There are more positions now, at least he can hold Qianfan, unlike a child's body where there are almost no choices in the positions of intercourse.

Having tasted the pleasure, the little devil resolved to thoroughly study this time-shrinking spell upon returning.

Chapter 77 of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul*:

"Qianfan, let's go back to the palace." He withdrew from Qianfan's body, picked up the pajamas from the nearby bushes, dressed Qianfan, and then draped the crumpled bed sheet over himself. Seeing the milky white semen covering Qianfan's thighs, Mingye smiled smugly: "Don't worry, I'll clean you up when we get back to the palace. Now I'm going to teleport, Qianfan, are you alright?"

Qianfan touched his chest, feeling fine, and shook his head: "I'm fine, I'm alright. Your Highness, you don't need to worry." Mingye

helped him up, "Then let's set off immediately..." He paused, an unusual fluctuation in the air—someone was coming?!

The visitor was hostile; without warning, the fellow had already set up a barrier before Mingye could even react.

Mingye scooped up Qianfan and darted behind a large tree. The thick trunk concealed the two, but their presence was already obvious.

"Damn it! A moment of carelessness!" Mingye cursed under his breath, his silver eyes narrowing into a fierce arc. He needed to teleport away, but first he had to break through this barrier.

"Come out!" A sharp voice called out, it was a girl: "The Forbidden Land of the Medicine King, who dares to trespass?"

The Forbidden Land of the Medicine King? Could this be the palace of the Imperial Physician? Mingye carefully examined the small flowers emitting a faint glow on the ground, and a flash of inspiration struck him: That's right, so this is the legendary Star-Picking Grass, a very precious herb that replenishes qi and blood, and ordinary people simply cannot grow it.

The elf's silver eyes glanced at Qianfan, then at the small flowers at his feet, and Mingye suddenly grinned mischievously. He bent down and unceremoniously grabbed a handful, uprooted them, and stuffed them into Qianfan's arms. "Here, take it. It'll help you recover when we get back."

Qianfan didn't know the medicinal value of the little flower. He obediently took it, his first thought being: "Oh, the young prince is giving me flowers? Hehehe, this child really knows how to make people happy. I'll make them into dried flowers and keep them as a keepsake...

" "Ah!!" The girl suddenly let out a scream like the end of the world. "What have you done!" She picked up a small piece of fruit remnant that Qianfan had left behind under a small shrub by the spring. "Sacred Heart Fruit! My Sacred Heart Fruit! You actually..." After a few seconds of silence, the girl let out a chilling laugh, even more sinister and jarring in the quiet dawn.

Hehe, hehehehe...

Mingye thought to himself: Oh no! I've run into a lunatic!

Little did he know, this was the infamous "Smiling Princess Shuixinsha" of the Heavenly Realm!

The gods are full of hidden talents; don't underestimate someone just because they're a girl.

Green vines burst forth from the ground, instantly wrapping around Mingye's ankles. Manipulating plants was a secret technique of the Imperial Physicians.

"Where do you think you're going?" Shui Xinfa's soul stirred, and the surrounding plants obeyed her commands, moving erratically without wind.

The Little Demon King hated being underestimated: "Miss, we didn't run away!"

"Then come out and see me! Hiding like this, what kind of hero are you!" The girl's voice trembled slightly, as if she were shaking with anger.

Mingye retorted irritably, "You've tied my feet, how am I supposed to move?"

"Hehehe," in her rage, the Imperial Physician Princess's laughter became even more delicate, "You can't move me, but I can!" She lifted her skirt, her entire body radiating a terrifying killing intent, and walked step by step towards where Mingye and the others were.

Mingye had no choice but to use illusion magic to turn his hair and eyes black. He lifted the sheet, wrapped Qianfan in his arms, and whispered, "Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid, she's just a little girl." Qianfan was afraid of crushing her flowers, so he shifted his body, trying to make some space between them.

"Don't move!" Mingye hissed, pulling his arms closer to Qianfan.

"Ugh..." Qianfan was in pain from being squeezed so tightly. None of the flowers in his arms escaped, all flattened into flat shapes. He looked up at Mingye with eyes full of grievance.

The moment Qianfan showed that look, the little devil was helpless and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be mean to you. But this girl is much more powerful than the Blood Spirit who attacked us earlier. Being caught by her is no joke; trespassing into the forbidden area of the gods is no small crime. We must be careful." Every muscle in his body was tense, ready to explode at any moment: "She's here! Quickly hide your face, whatever you do, don't let her see it."

Chapter 78 of Heavenly Soul Chronicles:

Is it her?

While quickly absorbing the other person's image into his mind, Mingye cleverly pulled the sheet above his head down to his nose. Although he was now in his adult form, it was best to be cautious and not let anyone see his face.

The other person was the eldest princess of the Imperial Physician; Mingye recognized her. Because both of them had been selected as interns for the Elf War, they had met a few times in the Heavenly Palace and had also attended several war meetings hosted by the Fourth Prince together. But the Little Demon King and the children of the gods didn't get along, and they always lacked communication. When the two met, they didn't even exchange greetings, showing no sign of friendship.

Shui Xinsha's sharp gaze swept over the two uninvited guests, scanning them up and down. Ming Ye intentionally concealed his demonic identity, adjusting his aura to be indistinguishable from that of an ordinary human. Shui Xinsha couldn't see any flaws, but how could she believe that two mortals could have the ability to trespass into the territory of the gods? There must be something going on! She pointed at Ming Ye: "Take off the cloth on your head!"

Only a fool would pay attention to you! Ming Ye didn't budge: "We accidentally got lost and ended up here. We'll leave immediately. Why are you bothering us?"

"Lost? Ha!" Shui Xinsha pressed on relentlessly: "Lost and still managed to wander into the Heavenly Physician's Longevity Palace? You're really something!" Her face turned cold: "Trespassers are killed without mercy. That's the rule of this forbidden area." "

With you?" Ming Ye was extremely disdainful. Shui Xinsha's provocation ignited his fighting spirit. A sly smile played on his lips as his awakened Heavenly Soul released the unique, scorching aura of the Shayunluo tribe. Under the Fourth Prince's long-term, meticulous guidance, Mingye had honed his fire manipulation skills to a level of unparalleled mastery; tonight, he was determined to frame someone. Two tongues of fire, like two submissive golden pythons, coiled around his feet. How could the green vines withstand such intense heat that could melt steel and corrode stone? In the blink of an eye, they were reduced to ashes.

Shui Xinsha's expression changed drastically: "You're from the Shayunluo tribe?"

Mingye, carrying Qianfan, leaped from the ground: "You're far from being my opponent."

After the initial shock, the Imperial Physician Princess quickly recovered: "Even if you're from the War God tribe, I won't allow you to act so presumptuously here." She chanted an incantation, and the surrounding trees grew wildly, encircling Mingye and blocking his escape routes.

Mingye leaped and dodged, calm and collected, searching for gaps in the dense foliage. His movements were as sharp and graceful as ever, his advances and retreats measured and controlled. Because he was mindful of Qianfan's physical limitations as a mortal, he dared not act too quickly. However, he also knew that a swift victory was essential. Fighting within the Imperial Physician's territory would only worsen his situation if it dragged on, and attracting others would only make it harder for him to escape.

To break the princess's barrier, killing her would be the quickest method, but the consequences were not what Mingye wanted. The only way to break the barrier from the inside without harming her was to attack its weak points, the points where spiritual energy converged, the weakest point.

He transformed into silken threads of spiritual energy, scanning and probing the barrier point by point, searching for the weak point...

"Your Highness, I... feel unwell..." Qianfan, in his arms, suddenly groaned. His brows furrowed, and his lips turned pale. Although Mingye had tried to reduce the speed, for a human body, such tight, seamless aerial maneuvers created a feeling of weightlessness more intense than riding a roller coaster dozens of times. Blood rushed to his limbs, his heart strained, nearly causing Qianfan to faint. He clutched his chest, gasped for breath, and his head slumped back.

"Qianfan! Wake up! Don't scare me!" Mingye supported the back of his neck, gently shaking him twice, trying to keep him awake.

Qianfan didn't want to be a burden, so he gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead. He forced a smile, his voice barely a whisper: "It's alright... I... can still hold on..." Suddenly, his chest jolted, and a mouthful of bright red blood gushed onto Mingye, leaving a shocking stain on the white sheets.

"Qianfan!" Mingye felt a pang of heartache and wanted to cry. "Damn it!" In that instant, he felt a murderous intent. His

previously skillful footwork became chaotic due to distraction, allowing Shui Xinsha to see through his movements and predict his landing point.

The Imperial Physician Princess lightly touched the ground, her figure like an arrow released from a bow, instantly leaping to Mingye's side.

There was no way to avoid it; a direct confrontation was inevitable—

"You're finished!" the girl said, as a green vine flew from her sleeve, transforming into a soft whip covered in sharp thorns, sweeping across Mingye's eyes.

The

swiftly striking whip cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, but before Shui Xinsha could even complete the whipping motion, she felt as if she had jumped into lava; her vision turned fiery red, and her whole body felt like it was on fire. Knowing she was in trouble, she hurriedly gathered her spiritual energy to protect herself, but the intense burning pain threw her off balance, and she screamed as she plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground with a "thud," her delicate dress covered in mud. Pain was a small matter; face was paramount. She immediately struggled to her feet, only to see a bright, golden fireball, like a rolling golden crow, positioned between her and her opponent not far away.

Terrifying power! She had to admit that this person's magical cultivation far surpassed hers.

Strangely, her opponent, who clearly had the upper hand, seemed even more furious than she was.

"Lieyun, come back!" Mingye roared, anxiously calling for the divine weapon he had accidentally released.

After millions of years of battles and slaughter, the ancient weapon had developed its own independent will. Lieyun, who had followed countless masters on the battlefield, had this one master—the one he was most unwilling to submit to, yet had no choice but to submit to. This sullen, arrogant brat had stubbornly refused to use the Shayun Gong's magic, and now that he finally had a chance to show himself and let the audience get to know him, the brat was immediately going to seal him away again? No way!

"No! I won't go back! If you're so capable, take me back yourself!"

Mingye was furious. This stupid sword was certain he wasn't capable of controlling it, so it was throwing a tantrum. He glanced at Shuixinsha, only to see that she was completely absorbed by the enormous fireball that had appeared out of nowhere. Meanwhile, Mingye also found the void point on the barrier. Taking advantage of Shuixinsha's dazed state, he locked onto the void point's location and steadily and slowly gathered his spiritual power. Looking at the stubborn, disobedient legendary sword, his gaze was like looking at a piece of chewing gum stuck to his pants, full of disgust: "It's best if you don't come back, I'd be more than happy. Get lost!"

With these words that infuriated Lieyun, the little demon king concentrated his power on a single point of attack on the barrier. Shuixinsha suddenly woke up, but it was too late. The barrier shattered like a broken mirror.

Having chosen a direction, Mingye dashed away. Able to shake off two major troubles at once, he ran like a man on fire.

"Hey...tsk, you brat, so disrespectful! Hey, wait for me!" Lieyun transformed into a golden light, chasing after him.

Shuixinsha gave up after a few steps, watching helplessly as the intruder disappeared from his sight.

By this time, the sky was already bright, the morning light filling the horizon—the beginning of a beautiful day.

Shui Xinsha slumped to the ground with a "whoosh," massaging the bruises on her hands and feet with her unique finger techniques while calmly pondering: Who exactly was this person? She carefully reviewed the scene from just now, and vaguely thought she heard the person shout "Lie Yun"? Was it referring to that ball of fire?

In the Celestial Realm, it is widely known that the legendary artifact of the Shayunluo royal family is an unparalleled divine sword—the Fierce Fall. Whoever inherits the Fierce Fall sword will become the king of the Shayunluo clan. Shui Xinsha once heard from the elders of her clan that the Fierce Fall sword was originally chosen to be the Fourth Prince, but later, because the Fourth Prince insisted on marrying Lady Lanqin of the Otherworldly Gods, he angered the Heavenly Emperor—intermarriage between Otherworldly Gods was absolutely forbidden. The Heavenly Emperor had no choice but to strip the Fourth Prince of his throne and let his elder brother take his place as a warning to others. Although he missed out on the throne, the one who truly controlled the Shayunluo clan's political power and the military power of the Celestial Realm was still that solitary, arrogant, and self-centered God of War.

"Shasha, what are you doing sitting on the ground?"

Her thoughts were interrupted by a young woman's voice from behind. "Didn't I tell you to fetch spring water before dawn to refine medicine? Why haven't you returned yet?"

Shui Xinsha hung her head dejectedly. "Third Aunt."

"Oh dear, what happened to you? You're all dirty, and your hair is covered in mud and grass! What happened?"

Shui Xinsha ruffled her hair, intending to tell her elders about her recent ordeal, but then she made an unexpected discovery. Something was shimmering in the grass in front of her. What was it? Shui Xinsha carefully parted the grass and picked up a silver thread. She examined it in the sunlight for a while. It was… hair? She was astonished by her discovery—it was actually a silver hair belonging to a demon?!

"Third Aunt…" Shui Xinsha carefully hid the silver hair in her sleeve, turned around, and told a colossal lie: "I slipped on my shoes and fell."

"You fell?" Her third aunt clearly didn't believe her.

The eldest princess remained calm and pointed to the soil at her feet: "It hurts so much. The soil here is too loose and not suitable for medicinal herbs to grow. Go back and have everyone change all the soil." She raised her chin, adopting the

airs of a princess. Although her third aunt was of higher seniority, in terms of status, she was the heir to the throne, and even her elders had to obey her. "Wait! Shasha..." Her third aunt also noticed the problem, trembling as she pointed to the bushes by the spring. "Look! Your Sacred Heart Fruit is gone!"

Shui Xinsha could only grimace and open her palm: "Here it is..." She handed the remains of the Sacred Heart Fruit to her elder.

Her third aunt was horrified and stammered: "This...this is? You...how? It..."

The Sacred Heart Fruit was of great significance to the noble girl who was a royal physician.

"Who did this? Who could it be?! No, Shasha, I have to report to your father, heavens, something terrible has happened!" She frantically ran around in panic.

"Third Aunt, can you please calm down? I already know who the culprit is." The Sacred Heart Fruit, in Shui Xinsha's hands, was reduced to a pulpy mess.

"What?! You caught the culprit? Who is that person?"

The Princess, completely disregarding her composure, pounded her fists in frustration: "That's not human! He's a beast!"

Don't let me catch you!

────The Sacred Heart Fruit is an extremely rare and precious medicine, capable of curing diseases and resisting poisons, priceless in the Heavenly Realm. Only the Imperial Physicians know how to cultivate it. Planted by the parents on the day a girl is born, it is carefully nurtured for fifteen years before bearing a single fruit. The day the fruit ripens marks the girl's coming of age. At her wedding, this carefully cultivated sacred medicine, symbolizing her years of growth, is given to her beloved, ensuring decades of health and freedom from illness. In other words, whoever obtains the Sacred Heart Fruit is the true love of the Imperial Physician's daughter.

And so began Princess Shuixinsha's long and arduous journey to find her husband—searching for someone using only a single hair, perhaps easier than finding a glass slipper in a fairy tale?

Chapter 80 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

, "Honeymoon Trip," ended without major incident. The little demon king had his fill of being a grown man all night, but his magic eventually failed, forcing him to revert to his original form.

Even though the royal physicians deliberately tried to suppress the news, the theft of the princess's Sacred Heart Fruit spread like wildfire throughout the Heavenly Realm.

When Mingye learned that the wild fruit he had taken because Qianfan was greedy actually had amazing medicinal effects, he was even more heartbroken than Shuixinsha. If he had known this, he would have made sure Qianfan swallowed the whole fruit no matter what!

The Demon Clan's grand wedding was entering its final countdown, and Mingye was busy every day, barely having time to sleep. However, Qianfan's condition was unpredictable, so Mingye delegated tasks to his ministers as much as possible, while he himself spent more time visiting Qianfan in her palace. Every time he saw Qianfan's increasingly pale and sickly face, the Little Demon King was filled with self-reproach. Although he was cautious, he was still young and hadn't doubted Yiquan's diagnosis for a moment. He only blamed himself for being too reckless, for taking Qianfan out of the palace on a whim, only to encounter unexpected troubles, causing him to live in fear and suffering from the demons' magic, which had damaged his body and worsened his condition.

The Little Demon King stayed by Qianfan's bedside all night, watching him groan in pain with tears in his eyes, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. His heart was breaking, yet he was powerless to help.

On ordinary days, Qianfan was fine, but when the illness flared up, he was in excruciating pain, lying on the bed, covered in cold sweat, no longer knowing whether he was awake or asleep, or whether it was day or night outside. But he knew that the child would always be by his side. In his delirium of pain, he saw the little prince, sometimes as a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child, sometimes suddenly grown up into a majestic and awe-inspiring king. Qianfan smiled with relief: "Let me...let me see him one more time..." He always pleaded with the heavens when darkness threatened to engulf him. Only because there was still a little one he cared so deeply for, he refused to give up, enduring time and time again.

"Your Highness..." Qianfan whispered, reaching out to stroke the child's face beside the bed.

Mingye was overjoyed and rushed forward to grasp Qianfan's weak hand: "I'm here," he pressed his forehead against Qianfan's temple, asking tenderly, "Does it still hurt?"

The one-month deadline was approaching, and the Heart-Eating Gu within him was a death warrant. With increasingly frequent attacks, Qianfan knew his days were numbered. Even so, he still hoped to be with this child, spending every remaining moment together. Without the one he loved, living a long life would be meaningless.

“If… Your Highness, one day I’m gone…”

Mingye covered his mouth with one hand, angrily saying, “What are you saying?” A sense of foreboding welled up in the sensitive child’s heart, making him deny it even more anxiously: “Why wouldn’t I be gone? Where would you go? You are mine, Qianfan! From day one, I said that you are mine, born for me. You can’t go anywhere, you can only stay by my side!”

I’m afraid, I have the will but not the power… Qianfan smiled bitterly.

“I’m just… a male concubine, Your Highness. Someone like me… you… can have as many as you want. I shouldn’t… be the only one…”

“You!” The little devil stared wide-eyed at Qian Fan, clearly angry but not daring to take it out on the sickly Qian Fan: “What language are you speaking? I don’t understand. Let me tell you, everyone is unique! Qian Fan is Qian Fan, and to me, you are irreplaceable! I don’t want anyone else, I only want you!”

Upon hearing this, Qian Fan felt both sweet and bitter. He reached out and affectionately cupped Ming Ye’s flushed face, somewhat self-deprecatingly saying, “Hehe, how long can I hear these words?”

Ming Ye was furious: “Damn it! You don’t believe me that much? Then you wait!”

After uttering these harsh words of determination, the little devil disappeared for several days.

Qianfan knew he must be angry with her, and she felt very sad. She hated herself for being so clumsy with words. She had meant to comfort the young prince, telling him not to be sad even if she died, but her words failed her. Not only did she fail to convey her feelings, but she also made the prince misunderstand her as distrusting him. Thinking about how little time they had left together, and how they couldn't afford to waste any more time, and how they wouldn't see each other for several days, Qianfan became more and more frustrated. Tears streamed down her face, and no matter how much her two little shikigami tried to comfort him around the bed, they couldn't get a single smile from him.

Depression worsened Qianfan's heart condition; even the smallest movement caused a sharp pain in his chest and a slight itch in his throat. He covered his mouth and coughed uncontrollably, coughing up hot, bloody snot. Later, he didn't even have the strength to get out of bed, only managing to eat a little porridge. He spent his days leaning against the headboard, staring blankly towards the door.

Chapter 81 of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

*: That autumn afternoon, the rain had just stopped, and sunlight peeked out from behind the clouds. Water still dripped from the eaves, most of the leaves were tinged with frost red, while the stubborn ones remained stubbornly green. The window was wide open, and the autumn wind carried the fragrance of mud and grass into the room. The snow-white gauze curtains fluttered, dancing a silent dance. All around was quiet; time itself seemed to stand still.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly; the dream was too beautiful, a faint smile still lingering on his lips. Qianfan reluctantly opened his eyes.

Just as he was about to move his aching arm, he unexpectedly discovered the child leaning against the headboard. He was still dressed in his dignified palace robes, dozing against the edge of the bed, his left hand firmly holding Qianfan's—

he had come! He had finally come to see him!

Gazing at the sleeping face above him, Qianfan suppressed his excitement, not daring to move an inch, even his breathing was careful, afraid of waking the child. He must not have slept well for a long time; there was a faint bluish tinge under his eyes. His

gentle gaze lingered on the child's handsome, delicate face, his skin whiter and more radiant than the first snow, without a single blemish. A straight, high nose, long, thick eyelashes. His pinkish-purple lips were pressed tightly together. His brows were slightly furrowed, showing he was preoccupied and unable to find joy. Qianfan felt an urge to smooth the child's brows. Just as he raised his hand, a gentle breeze blew in, and with a "whoosh," hundreds of pages of documents on the child's lap scattered to the floor, several pages being swept far away by the wind. Qianfan then noticed that the little guy was still tightly gripping a pen in his right hand. He must have been busy reviewing government documents before falling asleep, unable to put himself down, so he simply brought the documents to the bedside to read.

Mingye, a restless sleeper, felt a slight noise and his eyelashes flutter.

Qianfan quickly closed his eyes.

Upon waking, Mingye first looked down at the person on the bed. Seeing Qianfan still with his eyes closed, he worriedly checked his forehead; thankfully, his temperature was normal. Mingye kissed the back of Qianfan's hand and gently tucked it back under the covers. Moving the heavy documents from his lap, he bent down to tuck the thin blanket around Qianfan. This action, once clumsy, had become practiced and skillful. Qianfan was unaware that every night, the little devil came to see him, quietly guarding him until he fell asleep before leaving.

The documents on the floor had been blown away. Mingye went over, bent down, and patiently picked them up one by one. His steps were extremely light, but his heart was heavy and weary. The overwhelming workload of official duties left him exhausted. He was constantly dealing with a group of self-serving old ministers and had to be on guard against the ill-intentioned gods of the celestial realm. The only person who could offer him warmth and comfort was critically ill.

After picking up the last page of the document, Mingye squatted on the ground, burying his head in his knees. A sense of utter exhaustion, too weak even to cry, overwhelmed him.

Watching his thin and lonely figure, Qianfan's tears silently slid down his cheeks. How he wished he could stay with this child forever, but alas, he couldn't… His

suppressed sobs startled Mingye. Turning around, he saw the person on the bed with tears streaming down their face, and his heart ached. He quickly got up and rushed to the bedside: "Why are you crying? Where does it hurt? Why didn't you call me when you woke up?"

Qianfan wiped his face with his sleeve. "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare and got scared."

"You silly boy…" Mingye smiled reassuringly. "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" He helped Qianfan sit up and placed a soft cushion on him so he could lean against it.

Qianfan blushed slightly and said guiltily in a low voice, "I'm sorry, it should be me taking care of you… I'm so useless…"

Mingye couldn't help but scold him again: "Silly boy, everyone gets sick sometimes, why blame yourself? But taking care of you is indeed quite troublesome, you'd better get better soon. Otherwise… hmph!" He glared at Qianfan threateningly.

"Otherwise? So what?" Qianfan glanced at him, a faint smile playing on his lips, exuding charm that made the little devil's head spin.

He pounced, kissing those alluring red lips fiercely, while Mingye's hands roamed freely over Qianfan's body, taking advantage of him. Venting all the worries and frustrations of the past few days, the little devil panted, separating their pressed bodies. "You're still sick, behave yourself, don't mess with me!"

Qianfan said anxiously, "You haven't... touched me in so long... Is it because of what I said last time that made you angry?" He loosened his belt, pulled off his upper garment, revealing his snow-white, alluring body, and stammered, "I... Your Highness, I didn't mean that last time, it's not that I don't trust you... it's just that I... um!" His lips were sealed again.

Seeing his clumsy confession, Mingye couldn't help but kiss him.

Qianfan wrapped his arms around his thin shoulders, pulling him into his embrace. Qianfan pressed his abdomen against the small seedling between Mingye's legs, rubbing against it. The seedling immediately became vigorous and erect.

"Qianfan..." Mingye pushed him away, "Don't get aroused! You can't handle it right now. Be good and get well, and I'll definitely satisfy you."

There's no time! Your Highness, I can't wait...

Qianfan smiled bitterly, letting Mingye help him straighten his clothes.

"I'm not angry," Mingye said, "It's my fault for making you feel uneasy. I haven't had time to come lately, I've been busy preparing this..." He reached into his collar and took out a silver necklace with two metal rings as pendants. He unchained the necklace, took off the rings, and handed them to Qianfan.

"This is... a ring?" Qianfan picked one up and examined it closely.

Mingye smiled shyly, "I made them myself...hehe." He scratched his head, then, worried that Qianfan would find them too simple, without even a single pattern, he hurriedly explained, "Look at this metal! Under the sun, it appears golden-red, and in the moonlight, it turns silver. It's very rare! Because the metal itself is extremely hard and has a very high melting point, it can't be used to forge ornaments at all. I went through a lot of trouble to make these rings." He paused, his silver eyes looking at Qianfan with concern, and asked softly, "Do you...like them?"

"Are these for me?" Qianfan was taken aback.

The little devil nodded, looking at him very seriously, "Will you be my wife?"

"You..." Qianfan was speechless. This little guy...proposed? A surge of joy welled up inside him. He could hear his own heartbeat—

it took him a long time to find his voice, and he bitterly reminded the other person, and himself, "In a few days, the young prince will be getting married."

Mingye smiled slyly, "That's right, it's the demon prince getting married, not me! Qianfan, I want you to be 'my' wife. My name is Mingye, and if you don't mind, you can call me by my name in private." The little lecher used his sticky charm, softening his voice and coaxing, "Please, Qianfan? Just say yes~" As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around Qianfan's waist and kissed his chest in a pleading manner.

The kisses were thin and light, like a tickle. Qianfan couldn't help but giggle, twisting his body in surrender, "Okay, okay, I promise you!"

Mingye was overjoyed, his heartfelt joy and satisfaction making his whole face glow, "Haha, you've promised, you can't go back on your word!" He reached out and pulled down the chiffon gauze curtain by the bed, covering Qianfan's head with it.

There was no officiant, no witnesses, no blessings from family and friends, no grand music, no flowers, no applause.

On a quiet, autumn afternoon, a ring, symbolizing eternal love, was slowly slipped onto the ring finger of the beloved's left hand.

There were no vows of forever.

Only two hearts drawn close together.

Only eyes gazing at each other, exchanging deep affection in silence.

Only a tender kiss, etched in memory forever…

Chapter 82 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul:

What did humans feel about the Demon Clan's grand wedding? Well, it was probably similar to watching an alien dissection experiment. Towards a race stronger than themselves, humans felt a mixture of contempt, curiosity, and awe. The Demon Clan... they'd heard everyone there was incredibly beautiful, and it was a royal marriage; it must be quite a spectacle.

The wedding day wasn't a public holiday, but everyone was focused on this grand event. Housewives at home turned on the television early in the morning. Busy commuters kept a close eye on the giant LCD screens on skyscrapers, the small screens at subway waiting areas, and even the radio programs in their cars. To humans, fifteen years old was just the age of a middle school student, far from the legal marriage age. For the Demon Clan's young prince to marry at only fifteen was undoubtedly inconceivable. Many commentators seized the opportunity to discuss and analyze the hidden meanings behind this grand wedding, and its future impact on the Three Realms.

The only television station with broadcasting rights achieved record-breaking ratings that day.

Finally, after a long and arduous wait, bombarded by a barrage of advertisements and talk shows, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived: the wedding officially began. Unlike the predictable spectacle of a presidential election, people eagerly awaited a glimpse of the mysterious demon race.

A specially constructed aerial corridor stretched across the towering city of Shuntian, where Prince Mingye would greet his queen.

The corridor, hundreds of meters long, was flanked by rows of neatly arranged aerial fortresses—nine on each side. Humans had only ever seen airplanes flying in the air and aircraft carriers sailing on the sea, but never anything as colossal as an aircraft carrier, floating silently thousands of meters above the ground—truly awe-inspiring. These aerial fortresses, symbols of power and conquest, with their white hulls adorned with silver patterns and draped in bright red ribbons, billowed in the wind, exuding a solemn yet joyous atmosphere.

Just as pedestrians on the street stopped and stared at the large LCD screen, a thunderous cannon salute resounded. Seventy-two cannons fired, pushing the atmosphere to a climax. Flowers and confetti rained down from the sky. At one end of the corridor, eighteen female officials led the way, descending the high steps to greet a silver-haired youth in a magnificent white palace robe. Though young, he possessed a poised and composed demeanor. In this grand event watched by the three realms, he showed no nervousness. Every gesture he made radiated brilliance, making everything around him pale in comparison.

A celestial warship adorned with a golden phoenix was docked at the other end of the corridor—the Queen's phoenix carriage. A noblewoman, exquisitely beautiful, gracefully stepped down from the celestial warship, surrounded by a throng of admirers.

Unfortunately, the heavens were uncooperative; a light drizzle began to fall.

Wei Chen approached Ming Ye and bowed, asking, "Your Highness, should we cover the sky to shield us from the wind and rain?"

The young demon lord chuckled and waved his hand, "It's alright, let nature take its course. A little rain is quite romantic." He stepped down the stairs and walked towards the bride. He ignored the raindrops hitting his face, hair, and clothes, remaining calm and composed.

Seeing the prince come to fetch his bride in the rain, the young and intelligent Queen Liu Jia instantly understood his intention. This was a gift from heaven, and she should gladly accept it.

As the young demon lord arrived, everyone knelt in obeisance. Liu Jia, supported by two personal maids, lifted her skirt and knelt deeply before her husband.

In the palace, the right side was considered the most honorable, and no one could stand on the king's right. Therefore, Ming Ye, from within his wide sleeves, simply raised his left hand.

The royal uncle helped his daughter up, took her hand, and carefully placed it in Ming Ye's hand.

Mingye calmly accepted the gift, his eyes unmoved. He lifted his robe, turned, and led the princess back the way they came.

Liujia was surprised by the coldness of his hand. A casual glance caught a glimpse of pale gold on his ring finger, making her own unadorned, slender fingers appear starkly plain. A bad feeling flashed through her mind. She looked up at her husband, only to see that his face, from beginning to end, wore only a perfunctory smile, devoid of warmth or passion. He treated her marriage like an unavoidable obligation, as if it were just another ordinary celebration.

Liujia's heart sank. As they walked side by side, she moved her lips, her voice barely audible: "Cousin, do you remember me?"

The young demon lord didn't look at her, pretending not to hear, and didn't answer.

They had met a few times when they were children. With Mingye's photographic memory, how could he forget? Moreover, this cousin, a few months younger than him, had a secret identity as an illegitimate child. Her uncle, while philandering outside the palace, had accidentally fathered a child with a human woman. By the time this was discovered and she was brought back to the palace to be raised, the girl was already three years old. She was adorable and clever, with a sweet tongue that won everyone's hearts. Through her own efforts, this little girl gradually changed everyone's perception of her, making them forget her illegitimate status. Due to the extremely low birth rate among demons, there were very few children of similar age to Mingye in the royal family. Choosing this girl as a queen was actually inappropriate. However, after repeated discussions, the elders of the clan still believed that Liujia was the only suitable candidate for queen, which showed that this girl indeed had some abilities.

A beautiful fairy tale often ends with the prince and princess walking down the aisle. The brief five-minute live television broadcast filled the hearts of countless young women across the realms of gods, demons, and humans with deep envy for the lucky demon queen who would "walk hand in hand with the prince through thick and thin." In

Chapter 83 of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul*

, seventy-two cannon salutes pierced the sky, shaking the entire city of Shuntian.

Qianfan leaned against the headboard, twirling the gold ring on his finger, engrossed in watching the spectacle, a blush of happiness spreading across his face.

Just then, a tearing pain flashed through his heart, as if someone had stabbed him in the chest with a knife. He couldn't help but cry out, pressing his hand tightly against his heart. "It's alright," Qianfan reassured himself, "like every time I had an attack before, as long as I endure this pain, I'll be fine." However, this time, the pain lasted a long time and grew increasingly intense. His face turned from white to pale, and he remembered that when Lord Weichen fed him the Heart-Eating Gu, he had said that the wedding day was the final deadline; if he couldn't leave the young prince before then, his fate would be certain death.

Death? The word flashed clearly in his mind, causing his entire body to tremble uncontrollably. No, he wasn't afraid of death; he only thought about how lonely the young prince would be if he were gone. Would he revert to the child he first met, the one who only cried in his sleep?

The Gu worm that had lurked in his heart for a month was finally about to burst forth.

His damaged heart meridians were causing severe internal bleeding. Qianfan's fingers gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles white, cold sweat soaking his clothes. His glossy black hair was disheveled and spread across the bed, like a dying fish. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape the excruciating pain, forced to endure it alone until he was completely exhausted.

He collapsed onto the bed, powerless to move...

Young prince... Have we... reached the end?

He stretched out his hand with difficulty into the void, attempting to touch that unreachable little face…

Weak, he opened his mouth, but could not utter a sound. The surging blood within him immediately rushed out of his throat, and crimson liquid trickled from his mouth, splattering all over the bed…

This sudden change terrified the two little shikigami, who were completely bewildered.

They helped Qianfan up, fed him water, crushed the Qilin Snow Lotus Ginseng Pill, and mixed it with water for him to swallow, but it was no use. He couldn't swallow anything, only coughing up blood continuously. Little One and Little Two paced anxiously on the ground, at their wits' end. Seeing him clutching his left chest in pain, they tried massaging his chest and abdomen, hoping to make him feel more comfortable, but to little avail.

The person on the bed was on the verge of death, his eyes unfocused, his breath barely audible.

The two little shikigami exchanged a glance and quickly reached an agreement. Xiao Er would stay to watch over Qian Fan, while Xiao Yi, steeling her resolve, transformed back into a bluebird without her master's command and flew out the window like an arrow…

There were no foreign guests invited to the wedding, and the little demon king was relieved that he didn't have to entertain too many people. After paying their respects to the demon lord, the newlyweds sat at the head of the table, listening to the officiant's long and tedious blessings.

A small blue bird flew in frantically, attempting to enter the hall. The flapping of its wings shattered the solemn and tranquil atmosphere of the ceremony. Seeing this, the guards at the door quickly brandished their spears to drive it away, but dared not make a big move, fearing they would disturb the demon lord and the newlyweds. A suppressed, silent melee unfolded outside the hall. Xiao Yi dodged left and right, weaving through the onslaught. The little master was right in front of it, and it knew it couldn't delay, but the agile palace guards had it firmly under their control. They blocked every door and window, preventing it from entering the inner palace.

There was no time to lose; if it didn't tell the little prince soon, that person might…

Suddenly, a guard struck it hard on the back with a spear. The little bird couldn't dodge and was knocked to the ground. Someone raised a bird net and slammed it over its head.

"What happened?" The commotion caught Wei Chen Wangyue's attention.

The guards immediately bowed respectfully: "Reporting to Your Excellency, a little bird has wandered into the hall and we've captured it."

Wei Chen, being who he was, glanced coldly at the little bluebird struggling desperately in the net and understood immediately. He praised, "Well done." His hand moved like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he had the little bird in his grasp. He channeled spiritual energy into his palm, sealing it with a seal, and no matter how much the little bird pecked and bit in his hand, it was powerless to break free.

Wei Chen returned to the palace, subtly giving Yi Quan a meaningful glance. Yi Quan understood, and whispered in the Demon Lord's ear for permission. She didn't know what excuse she used, but the Demon Lord nodded slightly, granting her permission to leave the palace.

Yi Quan walked back to the young prince's bedchamber. Upon entering the inner room, she heard rapid, weak breathing coming from the bed. Yi Quan slowly approached, lifting the gauze curtains. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the blood-stained bed. She forced herself to calm down, picked up Qian Fan, and held him in her arms. "Suffering like this, it's better to die quickly,"

she thought. She had come to end this man's life. Lord Wei Chen had said this man could not be allowed to live; his existence would ruin the young prince. Even though he carried the young prince's blood, he still… had to die! Yi Quan secretly took out a bottle of poison from her bosom—a deadly poison that could cause a peaceful death without revealing the cause.

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