[Wuxia] The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Complete) - 16-18

On the second day of training in "The Legend of the Heavenly Soul" Chapter 124

, Mingye discovered that his newly accepted disciple had good comprehension. After a night of contemplation, he had basically grasped the essence of instant teleportation, making its practical application much easier.

This secret demonic technique carries a certain degree of danger during practice: the destination might deviate, or worse, it could accidentally cause spatial distortion, trapping the caster in an unknown alternate dimension, from which they could never return. Therefore, it's best to have a powerful expert with strong Heavenly Soul power present, creating a highly dense barrier. A novice practicing inside becomes like a monkey in the palm of Buddha's hand—no matter how much they try, they can't cross the barrier's boundaries, making it much safer.

Guiyi was summoned to the palace by Mingye at dawn and trained until sunset before being released. For Guiyi, it was an extremely difficult day. In all his years, he had never tried to complete anything with such effort without giving up halfway. Last night, he learned from his family that the young prince had been punished by the Demon Lord with three days of confinement. When he came to check on him today, he didn't find anything wrong with the young prince, only that his complexion wasn't good.

Throughout the entire practice process, the young prince didn't utter a single wasted word, even more diligently than his disciple, sparing no effort in guiding him. Later, after practicing for a long time without making a breakthrough, Gui Yi threw a tantrum, shouting, "I'm not learning anymore! I'm not learning anymore!" His master wasn't annoyed, nor did he harshly criticize or scold him. He simply sat quietly with him. After a while, seeing that he had calmed down, Ming Ye softly said, "I also practiced for a long time back then, but once I learned it, it was very convenient. I could go wherever I wanted, and a snap of my fingers was all it took. I think, either you shouldn't even have this thought in the first place, or once you've put in the effort, you must master it. Otherwise, how can you justify your previous efforts? Don't you think so?"

The young prince had no airs of a master, patiently guiding him like a friend offering encouragement. Even the most willful Gui Yi couldn't muster a temper. He obediently nodded, playfully punched the other man on the shoulder, and said nothing more; everything was understood without words.

By sunset, he had finally achieved some success, able to perform short-range teleportation. How short? Well… within ten meters (a distance that, from the moment he activated his power to reaching his destination, perhaps even walking would be faster). But Gui Yi was exceptionally excited, feeling great about himself, as if he could roam the world freely. Seeing his smug expression, Ming Ye had to repeatedly warn him not to use it in private. He had only just grasped the basics; there was still a long way to go before he could use it fluently.

So, why was Gui Yi so eager to learn this secret technique? Clearly, bored out of his mind, he wanted to sneak a peek at his uncle's newly acquired concubine, avoiding his uncle's eyes and ears. It wasn't that there was any compelling reason to watch; it's just that he's at that age, going through a rebellious phase. He'll do what adults forbid, and he'll do it anyway, to the very end!

After three days of training, his mastery of teleportation became even more precise. However, that afternoon, the Demon Lord suddenly sent someone to summon the young prince, so Guiyi had to awkwardly take his leave. Before leaving, the young prince called him back.

"You should come over tomorrow morning," Mingye said.

Guiyi was a little surprised: "Aren't you supposed to attend court as usual tomorrow?"

Mingye smiled slightly: "Practice can't be interrupted. I'm worried about you practicing alone at home; it's dangerous. Besides, it's not good if someone sees you, after all, this is a secret technique that the royal family doesn't share. I'll come here before court tomorrow and set up a barrier. Only you can enter, and you can practice here without worry."

Guiyi was overjoyed, finding the young prince's plan thoughtful, and readily agreed: "Okay, I'll come over tomorrow."

"Remember, don't let anyone else see you," Mingye instructed finally.

Gui Yi returned home. Seeing that it was still early, and his uncle was still in court in Shuntian City discussing state affairs, not yet back. Even if the old man returned, he would be holding a closed-door meeting with the family elders. What a perfect opportunity! Gui Yi, itching to use his skills, sneaked off again to the courtyard where his uncle kept his mistress. Today, the guards were still tight.

Having come so many times, although he had been repeatedly turned away, Gui Yi had basically figured out the guards' positions. He had mentally planned a path, covering the most blind spots, to avoid surveillance as much as possible.

His teleportation only reached ten meters, too short, and there was still a risk of being discovered. However, if he could continuously channel his energy fast enough, linking each step carefully, he could still sneak in undetected.

One of the essences of teleportation is to activate one's Heavenly Soul while controlling one's spiritual power to the lowest possible level, making it difficult for the enemy to detect the movement route. Although he couldn't do it perfectly, it shouldn't be too difficult to deceive the guards with their spiritual power depleted. Unfortunately, he was usually playful and prone to distraction, lacking concentration. His first few dozen meters of teleportation went smoothly, but on the last jump, his landing point was off, and he fell flat on his face in the flowerbed outside the room, looking quite disheveled.

Gui Yi quickly got up, not even bothering to clean the leaves and grass clippings off himself, and slipped to a corner. Crouching low, he slowly and cautiously moved until he reached a window. Looking left and right, no one was there! A perfect opportunity! He flipped through the window, his movements swift and light. He thought smugly to himself, "My beauty, here I come!" He began searching the room for his beloved. The room was exquisitely decorated with the finest ornaments; Gui Yi thought his uncle had gone to great lengths for this new favorite.

But after searching inside and outside the room several times, he only saw a few palace maids and then suddenly heard a baby crying softly. Gui Yi was startled: Could it be? She's already had a child? How come there wasn't a single word? The room began to stir with activity; figures moved about as the palace maids went to soothe the child. Gui Yi dared not linger. After circling around but finding nothing, he jumped out of the window he had entered through, intending to retreat the way he came.

But this time he wasn't so lucky. He had only taken a few steps when he realized someone was following him. Generally, the clan's guards gave him some face and turned a blind eye, except for his uncle's personal guard. Gui Yi still remembered the humiliation of being dragged out of the courtyard last time. He thought: "Hmph, dare to disrespect me? I'll teach you a lesson!"

The person following him was indeed stupid, making such loud footsteps and not knowing how to regulate his breathing. Gui Yi lured him to a corner, then suddenly attacked, sweeping his leg behind him. The man was immediately tripped and fell to the ground. Gui Yi swiftly pounced, pinning the man's hands behind his back, and with his other hand, clamped his grip on the man's throat.

"Ah..." the man beneath him let out a weak cry of pain. The joy in his eyes vanished upon seeing his features, replaced by deep disappointment and sorrow: it wasn't him.

Gui Yi recognized him; it was a human man with black hair and black eyes, quite handsome, his quiet and gentle gaze captivating and softening.

"Who are you?" Could it be him? His uncle was discerning; at first glance, it seemed unlikely that such beauty could bewitch him.

The man hadn't recovered from his disappointment and after a long pause, he softly uttered two words: "Qian Fan..."

Gui Yi silently repeated them in his mind, memorizing them. He asked again, "Were you looking for someone just now?"

Qian Fan glanced at him, sadly lowered his head, and nodded.

Similar age, similar build, and the same long, shimmering silver hair. He had chased after him without hesitation after seeing his back, thinking it would be the child, but he was wrong, his hopes dashed. His heart, pounding with excitement, still hadn't calmed down. Qianfan was unaware that the beautiful silver hair of the little princess he longed for day and night, which he had meticulously cared for, had long been cut off. Guiyi, the author of *Tianhun

Chuan* (Chapter 125)

, was still unaware of Qianfan's true identity and was about to ask for clarification when a maidservant emerged from the room.

"Young master, where are you? Please answer me."

Before Qianfan could answer, Guiyi swiftly covered his mouth, "Don't let them find me!" He winked at the puzzled Qianfan and whispered, "I'll come again next time." It seemed he had found the right person; the man before him must be his uncle's new favorite. The maid noticed the commotion, and Guiyi quickly recited an incantation. In his haste, he used the newly learned secret technique in a perilous manner.

Qianfan watched him disappear in a flash. Half a second later, a scream came from the flowerbed not far away—"Ouch!" A moment later, a large tree a dozen meters away suddenly shook and its leaves fell, and an uncouth scream rang out from the treetop—"My God!" Startled, the birds took flight. A few seconds later, the child cried out again from somewhere, "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch...ouch!" Qianfan sat on the ground, his heart pounding for him, and forgot to get up until the maid came to help him.

"Who is that?"

The maidservant sent to take care of Qianfan, who held a high position in the clan, replied with a headache upon hearing his question, "He is the clan leader's nephew—Young Master Guiyi. He is naturally unruly and spoiled. Young Master, you need not concern yourself with him!" After tidying Qianfan's clothes slightly, the maidservant helped him into the room, saying, "The baby just woke up and is making a huge fuss. We can't handle him; we'll have to ask Young Master for help."

After court, the Demon Lord had intended to summon his younger brother, Mingye, to discuss a few matters, but before he arrived, the eunuch he had sent returned with a report that the young prince had fainted on the way and had been taken back to his palace for treatment by the imperial physician. The Demon Lord's face darkened, and without a word, he immediately set off to visit him.

This was the second time the young prince had fainted; the first time was in the Heavenly Palace.

When the Demon Lord arrived at his brother's palace, it was already crowded with people. Palace maids were busy going in and out, and only upon seeing the Demon Lord's arrival did they stop what they were doing and kneel in respect. Hengye was horrified when he saw what the female officials were holding. "This...this is?"

The female official was holding a blood-stained bed sheet. Before she could answer, the Demon Lord pushed through the crowd and rushed into the room, just in time to see the scene—his younger brother, sitting on the edge of the bed, was deathly pale. His chest jolted, and he suddenly fell to one side. Blood seeped from between his fingers as he covered his mouth. A palace maid immediately brought over a vessel to catch it, and Mingye vomited several mouthfuls of black blood into the vessel.

Hengye was stunned. He had never seen his younger brother so weak. Although Mingye was thin, he had always been healthy and energetic, seemingly with inexhaustible energy. Staying up for several nights in a row was no problem for him. Even three years ago, when the Demon Realm was invaded by humans, his younger brother, who was seriously injured in the battle, only needed one night to rest before he immediately began to handle the post-war work with renewed vigor the next day. He had never shown weakness before, but now…

Hengye came to the bedside, speechless for a moment, only quietly holding his younger brother's hand. The hand was small, cold, and the fingers were bony.

The imperial physician and a group of servants all tactfully left the room.

Mingye felt a throbbing pain in his internal organs, so intense that he was delirious. The imperial physician repeatedly asked him where the pain was, but he couldn't say. It felt as if someone was stabbing a stick into his stomach, relentlessly churning, trying to crush his internal organs. His muscles spasmed uncontrollably from the pain, and he felt cold; large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. He wanted to scream, but he had no strength, only able to gasp for breath. Suddenly, someone grasped his hand. Mingye forced his eyes open and saw his brother, who had appeared countless times in his dreams.

He knew in his heart that his brother had already died at his hands, and every time they met in his dreams, he felt both heartache and guilt. This time, he looked at his brother and smiled. Despite the excruciating pain, he could still smile, his lips barely moving. Hengye had to lean down, almost touching his lips, to hear him clearly. Mingye said, "Brother, you've come?"

Hengye nodded. "Yes, I've come to see you."

Mingye's eyes crinkled with joy. "Are you... here to take me away?" He pleaded softly, "Take me away, brother... I'm so tired, so in pain... I can't go on..."

His voice was weak and feeble, but the Demon Lord shuddered at the sound, his heart filled with a mix of emotions. Slowly, he straightened up, released their tightly clasped hands, and gave his "brother" a cold smile. "Isn't all of this your doing? What? You're tired of playing around and want to just leave this mess behind? Hmph! Don't get me wrong, I'm not your brother! Do you have nightmares every night, dreaming that the people you killed with your own hands come back to haunt you?"

His sarcasm gradually brought Mingye to his senses, and he stared blankly at the person before him who bore such a striking resemblance to him. His pale hand lay on the sheet, stretched out empty, for no one would ever hold it again, no one would ever give him warmth. Mingye asked sadly, "If you were my brother, would you forgive me?"

The Demon Lord answered almost without hesitation, "No! I will never forgive you!" His voice was filled with deep hatred.

"Is that so?" Mingye turned his face away, sighing softly, "Ah, I suppose so." He blinked, forcing back the tears that welled up in his eyes. Mingye raised his hand, opening his palm, looking at his pale purple fingernails. His gaze returned to calm: "The imperial physician just said that my symptoms suggest poisoning. They haven't identified the poison yet, but it's definitely a slow-acting poison."

The physician also said that he had been taking this poison for over ten years, clearly the work of someone close to him. Such things were commonplace among royalty, and Mingye was too lazy to investigate. He simply said, "I don't know when I'll die; I just want to finish what I need to do as soon as possible." He turned to look at the Demon Lord, his expression cold, the aura of a ruler instantly replacing his previous frail, sickly demeanor. Narrowing his eyes, he asked, "You won't get in my way, will you?"

The Demon Lord smiled bitterly, "If I do, will I suffer the same fate as your brother Hengye?"

Mingye raised his chin, noncommittal, "What urgent matter did you summon me for?"

The Demon Lord opened his mouth several times, but ultimately swallowed his words. He couldn't bear to speak, fearing that further shock to his younger brother would worsen his condition. In the end—he still felt sorry for him. He reached out and patted his younger brother's head. "We'll talk about everything after you recover. Just focus on getting better and don't think about anything else..."

Mingye wasn't used to his intimate gestures and avoided his hand, scoffing, "Is it that hard to talk about? It's just that a group of noble officials have jointly submitted a memorial, deciding to formally impeach me in court tomorrow morning, forcing me to hand over the regency and the Imperial Seal?"

"You already know." The Demon Lord had no choice but to adopt a businesslike tone: "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. The ministers have submitted their remonstrances, and I really can't suppress them..."

"Can't suppress them? Or is this exactly what you want, so you're just going to push things along?" Before he could explain, Mingye immediately said, "The impeachment motion will not pass. You've wasted your efforts and will surely fail!"

"Mingye!" The Demon Lord shouted. Although he also felt that his younger brother was young and impetuous, always acting arbitrarily and refusing to listen to advice, and indeed needed a setback to temper his arrogance, he had never thought of standing against him or being his enemy. “Mingye…” He softened his tone, half-persuading, half-coaxing: “Noble power is the age-old ruling model of the Demon Clan, and it has its advantages and disadvantages. If you can’t tolerate corruption in the officialdom, you can give them a warning to restrain themselves. If you really want to reduce the power of the nobles, do you think they will just sit idly by? The Demon Clan’s foundation is not yet stable, and it is already difficult to guard against external enemies. You must not provoke internal strife at this time!”

Mingye

retorted sharply: “If we cannot quickly eliminate the power of the nobles in the court…” The drawbacks of power, I fear, won't even wait for external enemies to invade; the demon race has already suffered internal strife! Overwhelmed with emotion, a metallic taste filled his mouth, and a streak of crimson blood immediately appeared at the corner of Mingye's lips. He casually wiped it away with the back of his hand: "Cousin Lingmei, I only ask you one question: in tomorrow's confrontation at court, which side will you stand on?"

The Demon Lord didn't answer but instead asked, "If Hengye were still alive, which side do you think he would support?"

Mingye was taken aback by the question, frowned, and replied decisively, "Of course, my brother would support me!"

"Is that so?" The Demon Lord's mocking smile, still tinged with suspicion, infuriated Mingye. Is that so?

Mingye quietly asked himself again. He had no idea what to expect, which was why he answered so definitively: "Of course!" He was trying to convince himself, in fact, that his brother would definitely stand on his side. Your doubt stems from your lack of understanding of him!

"I don't understand him? Ha, ha!" The Demon Lord laughed uncontrollably, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. The laughter echoed in the room for a long time. He almost laughed until tears streamed down his face, repeatedly saying, "I don't understand him... Hehe! I don't understand him... We..." He suddenly stopped laughing and didn't finish his sentence.

"You?" Mingye wanted to hear more.

The Demon Lord shook his head and stood up, intending to leave: "Alright, since you firmly believe that Hengye will support you, I might as well believe you this time. I hope that everything you have done is truly for the future of the Demon Clan. But Mingye, please remember, one wrong move and everything will fall apart. You'd better watch yourself."

Mingye remained silent until he reached the door before speaking solemnly: "The success or failure of this event largely reflects the will of the people. I promise you, if I lose, I will never interfere in politics again and will only live as a carefree prince." The nobles

wanted to use the impeachment motion to bring down the young prince and remove this thorn in their side who was out of touch with reality and opposed them at every turn.

Mingye intended to use this opportunity to uproot and crush the noble forces in the court, ensuring they could never rise again.

This crucial battle would determine the future direction of the Demon Clan's politics, and neither side would yield.

Not long after the Demon Lord left, Mingye was still deep in thought on his bed when a figure quietly approached and knelt respectfully beside the bed: "Your Highness." The newcomer appeared to be a man no more than twenty-five years old, slender with gentle features. However, his silver hair was dull and almost gray, a sign of aging in the Demon Clan.

"Ah, Fulan, you've come." Mingye reached out to help him up. "How many times have I told you, there's no need for formalities in private." But this man wouldn't listen; he was inherently pedantic and extremely particular about the etiquette between ruler and subject.

This handsome man was the patriarch of the Fulan family, one of the three great noble families, and the head of the Civil Affairs Department. His age was a mystery; Mingye had even suspected that perhaps even he himself had forgotten how old he was. The elderly are inevitably plagued by ailments. Fulan, citing declining health, had long since withdrawn from court affairs, but he secretly served as the young prince's advisor, one of the eight envoys by Mingye's side.

Furthermore, he was one of the Grand Tutors personally appointed to Mingye by the late emperor. In military matters, there was Wei Chen Wangyue; in civil matters, there was Fulan. Mingye respected him and consulted him on important matters. Patting the bed beside him, Mingye said, "Come and sit."

Fulan stood up, bowed, and simply replied, "There is a distinction between ruler and subject."

Mingye was at a loss with this Grand Tutor, and suddenly felt a pang of emotion, sighing, "This 'ruler' position is not what I want to be."

Upon hearing this, Fulan smiled, revealing his graceful figure; who would have thought he was a frail old man? "This position, the young prince, must sit in whether he wants to or not, because only the young prince can sit securely!" His words carried a hidden meaning, which he believed his student would understand.

Mingye smiled wearily, "Some people just can't see through things, and they keep causing me trouble, forcing me to take action."

"Many are foolish among the common people, Your Highness needn't worry about them; they're just throwing eggs against rocks."

"Yes, they're forcing me to step down, but they've forgotten to consider a very important factor." The master and disciple exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly—the gods! If Mingye were to be ousted, it was conceivable that the gods would not stand idly by. That's why Fulan said that only a young prince recognized by the gods could truly hold the position of "King."

Looking at her student, Fulan smiled approvingly, her expression relaxed, as if tomorrow's journey wasn't a battle concerning the lives of hundreds, but a tea party with old friends. This composed demeanor suddenly reminded Mingye that it was this same gentle tutor who had strongly advised him against killing his brother and seizing power during the human invasion.

“Fulan, tomorrow…”

“Everything is arranged. Tomorrow in court, we await Your Highness’s command, and everyone will act accordingly.” Fulan suddenly remembered something, “Regarding the hostage, Young Master Guiyi, Your Highness might consider executing him immediately afterward to prevent future trouble.”

Mingye pondered for a long time, recalling the cheerful boy who always liked to pound his shoulder, and for some reason, insisted that he teach him teleportation. Unable to make a decision, he could only say, “It’s not too late to deal with him after I win tomorrow’s battle.”

Fulan smiled and stopped trying to persuade him. She couldn’t help but feel regret: This child isn’t ruthless enough; he lacks the heart to completely annihilate his enemies. One day, he will reap what he sows.

"Grand Tutor, I'll trouble you with tomorrow's matter."

Fu Lan bowed in farewell, paused slightly, and said, "Your Highness, on my way here, I encountered a female official who had served you before. She knelt before me, begging me to persuade you to see her. She should still be kneeling outside. Your Highness, would you like to see her?"

"Is it Yi Quan?" Ming Ye was still hesitating whether to see her, but Fu Lan stepped back to the door and casually tossed out a sentence: "What must be faced will eventually be faced."

Ming Ye wiped his face, erasing all his emotions, and coldly said, "Have her wait in the study." Fu Lan walked out of the young prince 's palace. The late autumn evening breeze blew gently, bringing a chill. The chirping of insects from the

flower

bushes on both sides of the courtyard path made the night seem exceptionally quiet. Tomorrow, there would be a contest of great significance. It had been a long time since he had experienced such an exciting moment, and he was very much looking forward to it.

"Lord Fulan seems quite pleased."

A cool voice sounded from behind. Fulan didn't need to turn around to know who it was. He stopped, a gentle smile playing on his lips, perfectly confident: "Hehe, Lord Weichen, what a pleasant mood! Strolling in the garden so late?"

His teasing didn't anger Weichen Wangyue. When it came to playing dumb, Weichen, being young, was slightly inferior. "Lord Fulan seems full of confidence for tomorrow's battle. May I ask, as the head of the nobility, why would you go against your own family and support a willful child's decision that threatens the very foundation of the nation?"

"A willful child?" Fulan heard an interesting comment and turned to look at Weichen, the night unable to conceal the surprise on his face. "Heh, you've always been close to the young prince, I never imagined your impression of him was like this." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "So, Lord Weichen will surely do everything in his power to ensure the impeachment motion passes tomorrow, forcing the young prince to relinquish power?"

Weichen didn't deny it: "He's too young, acts too impulsively, lacks careful consideration, and isn't a qualified leader yet. At least, not now. He promotes commoner officials, cracks down on nobles, and transfers the power confiscated from the nobles to commoner officials. Unfortunately, they won't be loyal to the royal family. Without their support, the royal family can only become an empty shell. I can't just watch the royal family's thousand-year foundation be destroyed by his naive decision."

“Oh.” Fulan understood. “So you’re loyal to the royal family. But the direct bloodline of the royal family now only has the young prince left. The Demon Lord is nothing more than… a puppet!” This was a tacit understanding between them, so there was no need to elaborate. “Yet Lord Weichen is still determined to bring the young prince down. This… is truly a contradictory approach.”

“Only the young prince left?” Weichen’s silvery-white eyes narrowed. “That’s not necessarily true.”

Fulan’s heart sank. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind, but she couldn’t understand the meaning behind his words. However, experience is the best teacher. Fulan quickly calmed down. No matter what secret weapon Weichen held, the current situation was still advantageous to the young prince. With this child’s abilities and methods, as long as he was willing to fight for it, in a short time, the Three Realms would probably submit to him.

Yes, as long as he was willing to fight for it.

Fulan shook her head with a wry smile. This child's fatal weakness was his laziness, soft heart, and lack of ambition! Sighing, Fulan rubbed her shoulders. She had been running around these past few days, helping the young prince with everything. She was getting old, and her body couldn't withstand the strain. She felt a little sleepy. Fulan gave her farewell, intending to go home, take a hot bath, and get a good night's sleep to be well-rested for tomorrow's show. "It's late. Please forgive me for returning to my residence to rest. Lord Weichen, there's no need to worry too much; fate has its own plan."

"Then let's see what tomorrow brings." Weichen didn't want to linger. He returned the greeting and turned to look towards the palace.

The two Grand Tutors, one a scholar and the other a warrior, had accompanied the young prince as he grew up. Fulan knew her student's weaknesses and strengths, and how could Weichen not know? Mingye was always cautious and calculating; he had long since spread his influence throughout the court. That new force might not be entirely loyal to him, but they would certainly be willing to contribute to overthrowing the aristocratic dictatorship. Moreover, they were young, daring, and capable of taking risks. A direct confrontation with this force would be unwise and futile. He had to bypass them and start with Mingye…

“Your Highness, let’s see if you can get through tonight.”

Dark clouds obscured the moon, casting shadows on the ground. The first snow of winter seemed imminent.

What had to be faced would eventually be faced.

The young demon lord tapped his fingers on the desk, chuckling softly: “Fulan, what you really meant was, ‘Let go of what you should let go of as soon as possible,’ right?” How could I not know? It’s just that some things are beyond my control. Perhaps my inability to control my emotions with reason means my heart isn’t hard enough? Mingye numbly turned his eyes, his gaze falling on the female official who bowed as she entered.

It took him a very long time to calmly face her. Hatred, of course, only increased with time.

The female official kneeling on the ground, head bowed, dared not look at him, nor did she have the face to look at him again. "Your Highness..." Yi Quan only managed a soft whisper before tears streamed down her face, unable to speak. She covered her mouth, desperately suppressing her sobs, her face flushed red.

Ming Ye watched Yi Quan cry, his gaze cold and blank. He remained silent, for he felt he had nothing to say. In

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, she had committed an irreparable mistake, one she couldn't even forgive herself for, so how could she beg for forgiveness from others? Before those weary, aged silver eyes, words were so pale and powerless. How could she speak to make the child understand her overflowing apology and remorse? Yi Quan didn't know if she should tell the child that, aside from the duty between ruler and subject, she had always treated him like a younger brother, genuinely cherishing him. Everything she had done was for his own good, a heart that heaven and earth could bear witness to. But would saying these things now be of any use? Would it lessen the loneliness and sorrow in his eyes? No! No! The deepest wound in his heart was inflicted by her own hand…

“Don’t cry.” A soft voice sounded from above, and Yi Quan looked up in surprise. The child stood in front of her, bent down, and handed her a handkerchief.

Seeing her standing there motionless, Ming Ye pushed the handkerchief forward further: “Take this and wipe your face.”

He was finally willing to speak to her, but the distance and coldness in his tone chilled her heart. She silently took the handkerchief, covered her eyes, and composed herself. “I just saw the imperial physician come over, Your Highness, your health…”

Ming Ye had already instructed all the physicians not to spread the news of the poisoning. In the past, he would never have hidden it from Yi Quan, but now… he felt there was no need to tell her. “I haven’t been sleeping well these past few days, and I fainted on the way.” The sharp pain came fiercely but subsided quickly. Ming Ye remained calm at this moment, not letting anyone notice anything amiss.

Yi Quan wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief. She knelt stiffly on the ground. "I came here tonight because I wanted to... wanted to..." She couldn't utter a single word of what Lord Wei Chen had instructed her to say. How could she bear to deceive this poor child again, leaving him with hope?

"Wei Chen sent you here," Ming Ye said bluntly. "He sent you to tell me that Qian Fan is not dead. If I voluntarily step down tomorrow and hand over the regency, you will return Qian Fan to me." He stared at Yi Quan: "Am I right?"

Yi Quan's face drained of color.

"Don't always treat me like a fool," Ming Ye laughed self-deprecatingly. "It was Grand Tutor Wei Chen who did it. How could Qian Fan still be alive? At first, I also held onto a sliver of hope, hoping that Grand Tutor Wei Chen would spare Qian Fan's life after my three years of dedicated service to the Demon Clan's affairs. But..." His lips trembled slightly, a sudden pain shot through his heart, and something seemed to be stuck in his throat, making it impossible for him to speak further. He took several deep breaths and said, "But later, I used all my connections to search... If Qianfan were still alive, if he were still in your hands, I would definitely be able to find him... But I couldn't find him, I couldn't find him anywhere..."

Mingye grabbed Yiquan's shoulders, forcing her to look at him. He shook the female official's body violently: "Tell me, Qianfan is not dead, Yiquan, look into my eyes and tell me, he is not dead! Say it! Say it!"

"...I'm sorry...Your Highness...I'm sorry..." Yiquan's tears fell like rain, her body swaying, looking at the confused light in the child's eyes with horror.

“Why are you doing this to me? Haven’t I done enough? Why…why hurt him like this? He did nothing wrong. It’s all my fault…it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t brought him back to the palace, he wouldn’t be in this mess…it’s all my fault…” Mingye released Yiquan, bitterly cursing himself: “I’m useless! I can’t even protect the people I love. Maybe Grand Tutor Weichen is right, I don’t deserve to sit in this position…he’s right…”

His hand quickly swept across Yiquan’s waist, taking out an exquisite brocade pouch.

“Your Highness, you…” Yiquan was shocked and rushed forward to stop him, but it was too late. The child took out the small item inside, which was the ring that Qianfan had taken off his ring finger before he died, asking her to return it to the young prince. The simply crafted metal ring quietly emitted a beautiful luster. Looking closely at the inside of the ring, there was an incantation engraved on it.

"This palace is so stifling. I was afraid he'd wander off and go somewhere I couldn't see, which wouldn't be safe. So I cast a love spell on the ring. As long as he wears it, I can sense him wherever he goes..." Holding the ring tightly in his hand, Mingye bent down to look at Yiquan, a slightly cheeky smile on his face, and pleaded, "Yiquan, please have pity on me and give Qianfan back to me, okay? Even if it's... a corpse, please beg Grand Tutor Weichen to give Qianfan back to me. He wants me to step down, which is easy, I'll consider it carefully. But... Qianfan... please don't lie to me that he's still alive, otherwise I'll really be foolish enough to keep waiting and waiting..."

When he was little, he would always beg Yiquan like this before bed for candy, and Yiquan would usually give in and grant his wish. But this time, Yi Quan simply held him tightly in her arms, then uttered a cruel sentence: "I won't lie to you, Your Highness. Listen to me, the body... is gone. I poured 'Tu Mi' into his mouth... and soon he died. Then... then for some reason, the body disappeared."

In an instant, all her strength drained away. "Tu Mi..." Ming Ye murmured to himself. He struggled, but his limbs were too weak to break free from Yi Quan's embrace. His distraught appearance terrified Yi Quan. She held him and cried, shedding her own tears for him: "Forget him, Your Highness, he's dead. Forget him. There will be someone better to love you... Don't be like this. If you're heartbroken, grant me death, one life for another..."

"One life for another?" What could that possibly bring back? Mingye shook his head, his gaze gradually clearing. "If I can't be with the one I love, why should I inflict this excruciating pain on someone else?" He pushed Yiquan away. "Qianfan is a very gentle person; he wouldn't agree to me hurting others for him. Go back, Yiquan, go back to Grand Tutor Weichen. If you like him, tell him quickly, don't miss your chance." Mingye

left the study, leaving only the female official behind him, who, like a madwoman, kowtowed repeatedly, tears streaming down her face, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." (

Tianhun Zhuan 129)

Fulan was restless all night, tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep soundly. Her eyebrows twitched incessantly. Just thinking of Weichen Wangyue's enigmatic and sinister expression made her vaguely aware that things weren't so simple. She got up early, intending to check on the child first. Upon entering the palace, she went straight to the young prince's chambers. After the guards announced her arrival, someone soon came out to greet her—

a man in magnificent attire, radiating youthful vigor, none other than the young master of the demon clan.

"Young prince, you're up early," Fulan greeted, her sharp eyes darting over the child's face.

Mingye stepped forward to offer a helping hand: "Even if you're up early, it's not as early as the Grand Tutor."

Fulan thought: If this child were a year or two older, even she might find it difficult to discern his true thoughts. Unfortunately, for now, he was still just an immature fox spirit; the faint sorrow between his brows, no matter how hard he tried to hide, couldn't escape her keen eyes.

Because the two factions in the Demon Realm's political arena were facing their final showdown, at this critical juncture of life and death, Mingye, citing the heavy burden of internal affairs, submitted a week's leave to the Heavenly Palace to focus on today's tough battle. Accustomed to attending the morning court session at the Heavenly Palace every day, he inadvertently headed towards the direction where the imperial warship was docked.

"Your Highness, the council hall is this way," Fulan gently reminded him from behind.

Mingye snapped out of his reverie, "Ah, sorry," and turned back. Fulan followed behind him, worried. The boy was listless and unfocused, clearly deeply troubled. Just as she was about to encourage him, a palace maid rushed over, knelt down, and kowtowed.

"Your Highness!" Her expression was pitiful. Fulan, seeing this, knew something was wrong and quickly stepped in front of the prince, interrupting the maid. “It’s a matter of utmost importance, let’s discuss it after His Highness returns from court…”

“No need, let’s talk about it now.” Mingye pulled down the Grand Tutor’s hand that was blocking his way. In truth, he already had a premonition and only needed confirmation.

Sure enough, the palace maid tearfully reported, “Lord Yiquan committed suicide by cutting her wrists last night.”

The one shocked upon hearing this was Grand Tutor Fulan, who knew all too well the affection between the young prince and Yiquan. Turning back, to his surprise, the child showed little emotional fluctuation. His pale face was unusually calm, more like a numbness and despair, sending a chill down one’s spine. He saw the young prince’s lips curl into a smile: “Is that so? In that case, I’ll go see her first, there’s still plenty of time.”

“Young Prince! You!” Fulan pulled him back. The child’s empty eyes were like those of a heartless, emotionless walking corpse.

Mingye, instead, tried to reason with him: "Let me go, just for one look... You know, she was the one who fed me and taught me to walk when I was little. Grand Tutor Fulan, please let me see her." As he spoke, his eyes reddened, and he forced back his tears.

What could Fulan say?

A faint smell of blood seemed to linger in the air. Mingye stood quietly by the bedside, gazing at the sleeping face, recalling every smile and gesture of this woman in life—so familiar. He closed his eyes, and could almost hear her gentle voice calling him with concern, "Your Highness."

"I'm here, Yiquan," he replied. Just then, a fragrance suddenly enveloped him, as if someone gently embraced his shoulders from behind. That wisp of spirit, lingering in the room, finally met the person it awaited and came to say goodbye.

Sometimes, forgiveness is more cruel than punishment.

She couldn't overcome her own conscience, unable to face the mistakes she had made, unable to pursue her own happiness after destroying the happiness of someone important to her… Only suicide allowed her to once again, like a family member, carefully instruct him: "Your Highness, take good care of yourself from now on…"

Mingye leaned down and kissed her cold face. Gods and demons have no souls; after death, their celestial souls dissipate. Only when he could no longer sense the aura of Yiquan's celestial soul did Mingye leave the room.

Fulan followed closely behind, watching over him, not daring to relax for a moment: "Your Highness, are you… alright?"

Mingye didn't answer, only turned back and glanced at him.

Years of teacher-student relationship, the tacit understanding between them needed no further explanation. Just one glance conveyed all the unspeakable feelings, conveyed deep apologies, and at the same time, clearly announced his decision—

Fulan stood there, frozen, not needing to see the end, he already knew the outcome.

In the court, facing the impeachments of the ministers, Mingye simply sat quietly in his seat.

One by one, the ministers controlled by the nobility stepped forward, listing his various faults during his three-year regency, even exaggerating minor mistakes. Prince Mingye's lingering influence remained; though he maintained silence, many ministers secretly observed his reactions as they spoke. The

regent, who had once wielded absolute power, ruling the court with ability and pressure, and whom no one dared question, now merely lowered his head, repeatedly fiddling with the ring in his hand. He was indifferent to everyone, empty-headed, and his heart was the same. Unbeknownst to him, it was precisely this composed demeanor that made his political enemies even more fearful.

Unfounded accusations rained down on him. Later, Princess Liujia entered the council hall, and Mingye finally raised his eyes. The light outside the hall was intense, stinging his eyes; he squinted to make out the small figure. He was startled; he knew Liujia's injuries hadn't fully healed, but he hadn't expected them to be so severe. Liu Jia was wrapped in bandages, his face also bandaged, some of which were stained crimson. He needed someone to support him to walk steadily.

Ming Ye's concerned gaze made Liu Jia feel cheap. Even if he cared for him deeply, he wouldn't stand up for him and demand justice from the Heavenly Palace. His concern was like a child pitying a homeless kitten or puppy on the street. Even if he didn't love him, even if they weren't husband and wife, at least he was still his cousin, and that kinship was real. But why wouldn't he ever stand on his side? Liu Jia thought he absolutely had reason to hate him.

Like all the officials involved in the impeachment, the Queen mercilessly accused her husband of favoring the gods, how the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son had harmed her on that day in the Heavenly Palace, and how Prince Ming Ye had feigned affection for her while fawning over the gods. Liu Jia recounted all these events, his heart filled with deep resentment. He bitterly accused his cousin of wrongdoing, his voice breaking with tears, moving all who heard it.

However, he was unaware that if the impeachment motion passed, it would ultimately lead to his cousin's disgrace, loss of all power, and even imprisonment. Liu Jia was simply unwilling to let Shen Tiankui triumph and wanted to teach the gods a lesson.

The Queen's powerful testimony caused several astute ministers to shift their focus, criticizing the young prince's past measures to protect the gods and humans while restraining the demons. Their words were sharp, directly accusing him of treason. This was a serious crime, capable of condemning Regent Mingye to eternal damnation. In

Chapter 130 of *Tianhun Zhuan*

, Gui Yi finally met his uncle's new favorite, and was so happy he couldn't sleep all night. Teleportation was indeed a skillful art, and he was determined to master it. The next day, he secretly returned to Shuntian City without his parents' knowledge, practicing his skills within the barrier set up by Mingye. Unexpectedly, this technique was easy to learn but difficult to master. After practicing diligently for half a day with little progress, he became somewhat discouraged. By lunchtime, his stomach was growling with hunger. He dejectedly opened the door, intending to go out for something to eat, but the moment his hand touched the barrier, it was as if lightning flashed, and with a "crack," Guiyi was thrown several meters away.

He got up from the ground, blinked in bewilderment, rubbed his sore bottom, and tried again, only to be bounced back by the spiritual energy of the barrier. "What happened?" He then realized: he was trapped inside the barrier.

Mingye had spent three days teaching him, making him close to him, lower his guard, and walk into the trap, all to capture him alive as a hostage, to be used as leverage against his father's generation.

Gui Yi wasn't stupid. Although he was unaware of the court's power struggles, he vaguely sensed that the young prince's actions were likely motivated by ulterior motives. The feeling of being set up was extremely unpleasant. He focused his mind, his Heavenly Soul Power erupting instantly, cold energy gathering in his palm, instantly conjuring an ice sword. As if deliberately playing a joke on him, the barrier suddenly vanished the moment he swung the sword.

Huh? The change came too suddenly. Gui Yi, with his sharp eyes, saw the figure outside the door: "Hey, young prince, you stop right there!"

Ming Ye's steps only paused for a moment, ignoring him, and continued forward.

Gui Yi caught up from behind and forcefully turned his shoulder: "I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?" He blocked Ming Ye's path, already tall and imposing, with a fierce look, like a bullying senior harassing a junior: "Hey!" He shoved Ming Ye's shoulder: "I'm asking you, what do you mean? Trapping me in this barrier, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Ming Ye, half a head shorter than him, stood in his shadow and only replied after a long pause: "Go home before I change my mind."

Gui Yi noticed that his expression was off, dazed and confused, completely lacking his former imposing manner. Boys are often oblivious, and he immediately forgot about the previous topic, instead worrying about him: "Hey, are you alright? You look terrible, are you sick?" Gui Yi treated him like a buddy, reaching out to his forehead to pretend to feel his temperature. Ming Ye was always cold-sensitive, and Gui Yi's touch on his forehead felt like touching a block of ice. Without reaching a conclusion, Guiyi teased him, "Could it be because of your inconvenient days each month?"

Mingye chuckled and rolled his eyes.

Seeing him smile, Guiyi forgot about the time he had trapped him with a barrier: "Are you going to court this afternoon?"

Mingye shook his head: "No." "

Then," Guiyi perked up, trying his best to persuade him, "How about coming to my house this afternoon? I have..."

"No!" Before he could finish, Mingye had already refused outright. "Your parents won't be happy if you get too close to me." He walked past Guiyi and went his own way. At this moment, he didn't want to go anywhere, he just wanted to find a place to rest and lie down.

"Hey, what about my practice?"

"Go home and practice by yourself. You don't need to come over anymore." Mingye thought for a moment, worried that his half-baked skills might cause problems if he tried to teleport alone. He wasn't too comfortable with that, but he didn't have the energy to supervise him anymore, so he said, "Don't practice alone. It's best to find someone with high spiritual power when you get back and have them open a barrier so you can practice inside."

"Find someone else?" Guiyi asked his back, "Aren't you afraid that the secret of the royal family's secret technique will be revealed and cause controversy?"

Mingye didn't turn around, waving his hand as he walked away, "No, no, I have plenty of crimes to my name. What's one more?"

Guiyi didn't understand, shrugged, and headed home.

He thought his uncle would be home earlier than him, but after asking the steward, he learned that the court assembly hadn't ended yet. Hehe, another opportunity has come.

Qianfan sat on a stone bench in the small garden, dismissing the palace maids and servants, who stood far away. The little baby in his arms kept kicking and struggling. He gently cradled the baby's round head, pulling the little body, which had rolled backward, back to his chest. But the baby, mischievous as ever, knowing Qianfan was easy to bully, pouted and burst into tears, its chubby arms and legs kicking wildly. Accidentally, it hit Qianfan's nipple.

"Ah!" Even through his clothes, the pain made him gasp, his body going limp, the scent of milk filling the autumn breeze.

The baby, quick-witted, immediately stopped crying, nestled against Qianfan's chest, its little mouth agape, searching for the source of the milky aroma.

"Hey, hey..." Qianfan awkwardly pulled the child away from his chest, gently coaxing it. The baby cried and drooled. The little guy must be hungry. Qianfan quickly searched the bassinet for a bottle, but couldn't find one. Looking around, he realized he was alone in the small garden. The baby cried more and more pitifully, and Qianfan felt a pang of heartache listening to him. He bit his lip and slowly pulled down his shirt... The aphrodisiac "Forgetfulness"

from Chapter 131 of "The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

" had already accumulated in Qianfan's body. Even breastfeeding the baby would trigger waves of lust. His hands, holding the child, trembled uncontrollably. "Baby, hurry up..." Qianfan gently patted the baby's little bottom, urging him on while feeling uncomfortable. The baby's little mouth, sucking on his nipple, kept trying to suck but not quite, which only intensified the throbbing pain in his chest.

Qianfan felt a burning heat all over his body, an emptiness in his lower body, and a constant flow of lustful fluid from deep within him, gushing out of his flower cave, soaking his underwear. A sweet and pungent fragrance emanated from his genitals. He squeezed his legs together, his body unknowingly drenched in fragrant sweat, a blush spreading across his snow-white skin. His handsome face, neck, and a large expanse of bare skin on his chest all showed the flush of arousal. He closed his eyes, enduring the throbbing within him, feeling utterly ashamed and mortified by his lewd reaction.

Guiyi, who had teleported to the treetop, was stunned by the mysterious and eerie sight. From his angle, he could clearly see the young man below, his large, pink, and full breasts. Swallowing hard, Guiyi couldn't help but lean forward, hoping to get a better look. But then, with a snap, the branch he was using for leverage broke, and he lost his balance and tumbled down the tree.

A person suddenly fell beside him, and Qianfan was startled, hurriedly standing up from the stone bench and taking several steps back.

The uninvited guest turned out to be a handsome young man. Qianfan felt he looked familiar, and after a closer look, he recognized him as the young master he had mistaken for the young prince yesterday. Qianfan glared at him warily, then asked in a low voice with concern, "You...you're not hurt, are you?"

The boy, his head covered in grass, was rubbing the bump on his head. Realizing his embarrassing state had been witnessed, he glared at Qianfan and said irritably, "I'm fine!" That glare was enough; the alluring view of Qianfan's chest aroused the boy's great curiosity. His gaze quickly returned to Qianfan's chest, lingering there, staring intently without blinking.

Qianfan followed his gaze and saw that her clothes were completely open, her breasts exposed without any cover, one nipple being sucked on by a baby with relish. "Ah, this..." He hurriedly pulled the baby away from his chest and pulled his clothes back up.

"Waaah..." The baby wouldn't have it; the treat he had just tasted was gone, and his little face immediately turned red with tears, looking quite pitiful.

"Baby, be good, don't cry, don't cry..." Qianfan gently stroked his back, coaxing him with utmost affection. But the baby's cries still alerted the maids.

"Young master, do you need help?" A voice gradually approached from afar.

"Tsk, damn it!" Guiyi cursed under his breath, lightly leaping onto a tree, using the dense leaves to conceal himself, and glaring warningly at Qianfan below.

"Young master, are you alright?" The maid who had rushed over took the crying little one from Qianfan's arms, complaining, "This baby is really tormenting. Young master, you shouldn't spoil him all the time, you'll spoil him!"

Qianfan glanced at them, then looked up at the tree again.

Guiyi's palms were sweaty, and he quickly put his fingers to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

"Young Master? What's wrong?"

Qianfan withdrew her gaze and shook her head at them. "Let's go back inside."

Watching everyone walk away, Guiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief. The unbelievable scene involuntarily resurfaced in his mind: a man...feeding a baby? He found it increasingly amusing, and a wicked idea came to mind. (05-07
Heavenly Soul Chronicles 132)

During dinner, Guiyi noticed his parents' expressions were somewhat grave. Normally, the family would chat and laugh during meals, but today, for some reason, no one uttered a word. Guiyi, harboring a mischievous thought, rolled his eyes left and right, biting his chopsticks, and asked his father, "Is Uncle not coming home for dinner tonight?"

His father seemed absent-minded, giving a perfunctory nod in agreement.

Gui Yi sensed something was wrong and pressed, "Something happened in the palace? Uncle hasn't come home for dinner for several days."

His mother smiled, "He's busy with the handover, how can he be idle?"

"Handover?" Gui Yi sensed something amiss, but was immediately glared at by his father, "Why are you meddling in so many things, you little brat!"

His mother disagreed, "The child isn't a child anymore, there are some things he should know." Turning to Gui Yi, she said, "Today in court, the young prince returned the regency seal to the Demon Lord, and he was impeached and removed from office."

"Removed...removed what?" Gui Yi bit his tongue, ignoring the pain, and jumped up from his seat, "Removed?! You mean the young prince! How could that be?"

"You child!" His mother was somewhat surprised by his overreaction, glaring at him unhappily before pulling her son back to his seat. "What's the matter that makes you so flustered? Can't you be a little more composed? How many times have I told you to keep your emotions to yourself, not show them on your face? If you don't even have this much shrewdness and composure, how will you inherit the position of clan leader in the future?"

Gui Yi hung his head, pretending to be reprimanded, recalling the last time he saw the young prince, finding it unbelievable: apart from looking a little pale, that boy didn't seem particularly dejected. He asked anxiously, "What exactly happened?"

The members of the three noble families all harbored some resentment towards the young prince, and Guiyi's mother was no exception. "It's all that child's fault for being too young and not knowing how to balance the various forces in the court. He opposes us at every turn and has too many attempts to curry favor with the gods and humans. Many in the court are already dissatisfied with his policies, and this morning, officials jointly impeached him." She frowned slightly, puzzled. "It's strange. According to the reports from those who returned, facing accusations from all sides, the young prince didn't offer any defense in court. He just sat quietly. I wonder if he already knows in his heart that the situation is hopeless and cannot be reversed, so he doesn't resist at all. That child must be terrified. He's about the same age as our Guiyi..."

"Mother, this... he... he really stepped down?" Guiyi still felt like he was watching a play, it all seemed unreal.

"Is this for real? Officials have jointly petitioned for him to return power, and some have even accused him of treason. These are no joke; they could strip him of his imperial status and cost him his life. This time, even the Demon Lord isn't helping him. He ordered him to immediately hand over the Regent's Seal and return to his palace to await further judgment."

In a flash, Gui Yi connected the dots: The young prince's trapping of me in the barrier today was indeed premeditated. I was foolishly grateful for his dedication in teaching me secret techniques; humph, it turns out it was a trap. But he already had a hostage, so why didn't he use it in the end? Gui Yi truly couldn't fathom his intentions. “But, Mother,” Guiyi looked up at his mother, “all I know is that since the Demon Clan submitted to the Heavenly Realm, the lives of our people have been getting better and better. The Gods and humans have also begun to accept the Demon Clan and are no longer as hostile to us as they used to be. These are all very good changes, outstanding achievements…”

Before he could finish speaking, his mother’s face darkened completely: “What nonsense are you spouting?! Don’t let your uncle hear such things! The changes in the Demon Clan over the past few years are all benefits bestowed by the Heavenly Realm. The young prince grovels before the Gods, causing us to lose all dignity, and he is even more lenient and tolerant towards humans who have a deep hatred for our annihilation. Hmph, I think he has completely forgotten his integrity and hatred in order to survive. It’s not an exaggeration to say that such a person is a traitor, and his impeachment and removal from office are well-deserved!”

Seeing his mother’s deep expression, Guiyi dared not say anything more. The young prince he knew might be somewhat unruly, but treason… he simply could not associate this crime with the young prince.

At night, Guiyi tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. In his restlessness, he couldn't help but think of his uncle's new favorite, a man named Qianfan. He possessed a clean, unassuming air about him; being around him brought peace of mind. Guiyi thought his uncle was busy in the palace and probably wouldn't return until late. Since he couldn't sleep anyway, he might as well go for a stroll.

Qianfan, suffering from blood deficiency, was prone to drowsiness and fell asleep as soon as it got dark. Knowing his early bedtime, the servants also withdrew early, leaving only a few on night duty. Guiyi easily slipped into Qianfan's room.

The room was pitch black. Guiyi crept to the bedside, lifted the gauze curtain, and tiptoed onto the bed, lighting a candle placed on the bedside table.

The dim candlelight illuminated the sleeping man's jade-like face. Guiyi, like a pirate who had discovered a priceless treasure, gazed greedily at him for a long time. He chuckled inwardly: This time, he wouldn't have to worry about being disturbed by anyone else. He had plenty of time to slowly study this person.

Gui Yi reached out and touched Qian Fan's smooth cheek.

Qian Fan, who had been sleeping on his side, let out a soft moan but didn't wake up. He rolled over and lay flat on his back, his delicate eyebrows

slightly furrowed. His body, tormented by illness and pregnancy, was in danger of never waking up again. Gui Yi was unaware of this and chuckled softly, "So cute, sleeping so soundly, not guarded at all." He moved even more gently, pulling back the thin sheet covering Qian Fan's abdomen. Without the sheet's cover, Qian Fan's slender figure

was fully revealed to Gui Yi. Slender and delicate, his skin was very white, his waist was very thin, his chest was full, and his posture was charming. Gui Yi had several concubines, but he felt that none of them could compare to him. Anyone who woke up in the middle of the night to find someone on top of them would be scared half to death. "You!" When Guiyi pulled open Qianfan's shirt, revealing a pair of full breasts, the slight coolness on his sensitive chest finally woke Qianfan from his slumber. Before he could even see who it was, his first reaction was to run! Qianfan thought it was that wicked clan leader who had come to humiliate him again under the cover of night. He had just sprang up when he was immediately blocked by the chest and pressed back onto the bed. "Ugh!" Qianfan cried out in pain. Although the bed behind him was soft, the strong impact was still too much for his weak body to bear. "You... no..." He tried to push the person away, but a hand covered his mouth. "Don't make a sound! If someone finds out, neither of us will be in good shape!" Only then did Qianfan realize that the voice was wrong. He opened his eyes and saw that the person on top of him was not the villain he feared, but a tall young man. Qianfan's heart relaxed a little, but then it immediately jumped again—the young man was staring intently at his bare chest, as if admiring a rare treasure. The gleam in his eyes, tinged with a violent ruthlessness, bore a striking resemblance to the notorious villain who reveled in violating him. Qianfan's heart had been severely damaged; he couldn't withstand shock or engage in sudden, strenuous activity. After the jolt, he felt a dull pain in his chest, as if a wad of cotton was blocking his blood flow. He shook his head in agony, trying to shake off the hand obstructing his breathing. Seeing his discomfort, Guiyi loosened his grip slightly, but at the same time, he placed his other hand on Qianfan's heart, warning, "If you dare make another sound, I'll rip your heart out! Don't make a sound, understand?" Satisfied to see the man below weakly nod, Guiyi withdrew his hand. Qianfan gasped for breath. When the pain in his chest subsided slightly, he suddenly realized that the boy had placed his hands on his two erect breasts. There was no caressing, just a gentle, almost imperceptible touch that tickled him. With each deep breath, his chest rose and fell, and the warm palms pressed against his sensitive areolas before quickly separating. Qianfan couldn't bear this inappropriate advances and pushed the boy's shoulder away forcefully. Guiyi, engrossed in his observation, was caught off guard by the push and nearly tumbled off the bed with a cry of surprise.

Qianfan hurriedly gathered his clothes and shrank into the corner of the bed. He knew this young master was the nephew of the clan leader, and whatever he wanted to do to him, he was powerless to stop him. Any resistance would only arouse the evil and cruel nature of the demon race, leading to an even more miserable end. He glanced fearfully at the boy, then lowered his head again, wrapping his arms around himself.

He remembered his uncle saying that although this person wasn't the most beautiful, he was very seductive. Guiyi now finally understood that his uncle was absolutely right. The look the boy had given him just now was like that of a lost and bullied kitten, weak and pitiful, while he himself was like a naughty child chasing after a poor kitten with a stick. Guiyi sneered, "What's with that look? Are you blaming me for bullying you?"

He pounced on him, grabbed Qianfan's hair, roughly turned him over, and pressed him back onto the bed. "In the noble families of the Demon Clan, it's not uncommon for male concubines to serve several masters in turn. Since your uncle brought you back, he doesn't intend to dote on you exclusively for life. He said that whenever he gets tired of you, he'll give you to me. I'm just here to inspect the goods early. You don't need to pretend to be chaste in front of me, and don't be delusional, thinking that if you remain chaste for your uncle, he'll dote on you forever..."

"Who wants to remain chaste for him!" Qianfan either doesn't get angry, or when he does, his aura is absolutely fierce and intimidating, enough to scare people. His usually gentle phoenix eyes widened in shock: "He forcibly imprisoned me here! I hate him!"

Guiyi quickly covered his mouth: "Keep your voice down! Do you want the servants on night watch to hear?"

Overwhelmed with sorrow, Qianfan's eyes welled with tears. He pursed his lips and said, "I have someone I love... He must be anxiously waiting for me to return. He's so young, he can't even take care of himself... I... I must go back... I must go back..." He broke into sobs as he spoke.

Things took an unexpected turn; Guiyi's playful spirit returned. "You have someone you like? And they're so young? What kind of person is he? Human? Or one of our demons? Could he be a god?"

Qianfan shook his head, unwilling to elaborate. "Ah...you!"

Guiyi lifted his chest, kneading and rubbing his breasts like dough. "If you don't tell me, I'll rape you right now."

Qianfan glanced at him, then slowly closed his eyes, turned his head away, and ignored him, letting himself be played with. "You and the clan leader are truly family. Besides using such despicable means to threaten others, what else can you do?"

Guiyi, being the eldest son of a noble family, had never been mocked like this before. He immediately retorted, "Hmph, a monster like you, whose gender is indistinguishable, only deserves to be treated with such despicable means. I really doubt whether the person you love truly loves you. Look, you're clearly a man on the outside, yet you have such large breasts. Don't you find it disgusting?" Guiyi ripped off Qianfan's belt and probed his genitals, indeed finding a warm, moist, and tight female orifice. With a knowing smile, he said, "I'm telling you, the person you love probably only befriends you because he's attracted to your alluring and seductive body. He's no good either, maybe even worse than me..."

"I won't allow you to speak ill of him!" Qianfan raised his hand, wanting to slap the boy who was slandering the young prince, but he was easily restrained. Guiyi firmly placed his hands above his head, and Qianfan struggled several times but couldn't break free. Guiyi began to slowly and meticulously caress his body.

"Not bad, the skin is very smooth, the flesh is supple and elastic, as for the breasts..." He deliberately kneaded one of Qianfan's breasts before praising, "Tsk tsk, so soft! Softer than a woman's breasts, is it all milk inside?" He chuckled, lowered his head and put the nipple in his mouth, sucking hard a few times.

"Ugh..." Since becoming pregnant, the engorgement of his breasts had become increasingly severe. A powerful suction drew milk from his full breasts into his milk ducts. "No...no..." Qianfan struggled to control his body, preventing the milk from overflowing from the small holes in his nipples and falling into the demon boy's mouth. "Huh, can't get it out?" Guiyi asked

in surprise. "I clearly saw you breastfeeding the baby during the day." He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Qianfan's chest with a piercing gaze, devoid of any lust. His gaze was like that of a scientist observing a test subject with patience and curiosity, or a doctor looking at a patient with coldness and focus. Or perhaps, at this moment, the demon boy resembled an eagle poised to pounce on its prey. Qianfan trembled slightly under his gaze. He remembered the past, when the clan leader had used steel needles to inject a milk-stimulating drug into his breasts to force milk production. This boy before him possessed the same cruel gaze as his uncle. In their eyes, he wasn't a living being, but a plaything for their amusement. Thinking this, Qianfan steeled himself and said, "I can... I can let you suck..." The other person's playful smile made him too embarrassed to continue. His handsome face flushed red, and Qianfan gritted his teeth, continuing, "But you have to do me a favor." "Oh ho, trying to negotiate with me!" Guiyi traced circles on his breast with his finger, one circle after another, gradually moving closer to the red heart in the center. Since becoming pregnant, Qianfan's breasts had not only swelled considerably, but his areolas had also grown larger and darker in color. The small, pale pink areolas of the past had now become a bewitching, bright red, like rouge, and his nipples stood erect like ripe cherries. Guiyi's fingertips lightly brushed against the edge of Qianfan's areola, causing him to tremble slightly and involuntarily lift his chest. "Uh!" Seeing his sensitive reaction, Guiyi's index finger brazenly pressed down on his tender nipple— "No!" Qianfan struggled to twist his body, but couldn't stop the other from squeezing harder until the deformed nipple gradually hardened, at which point the pressure from the finger lessened. "It must be very uncomfortable, right? It's so swollen, yet you're still holding back from releasing the milk? Should I say you have integrity or are you incredibly foolish?" Guiyi withdrew his hand, releasing his control. "Tell me, what do you want me to do for you? Why don't you tell me?" Qianfan didn't believe this boy would show him any mercy, but as long as he could escape from here and return to the young prince's side, he would try his best, no matter how slim the chance. Unfortunately, this thought came to him suddenly, and Qianfan didn't have time to consider it carefully. Besides, he wasn't good at playing mind games; he would only speak his mind directly: "I hope... you can let me make a phone call." "Make a phone call? Ask someone for help? Are you kidding me? My uncle will skin me alive." Guiyi looked at him, his face turning cold: "You can't escape, and I won't help you with this. You might as well give up on that idea." "No, no, I don't want to escape. I just want to hear his voice, to confirm that he's still alive and well, and that will be enough for me." Qianfan desperately grabbed Guiyi's arm. "I will never escape! Please help me. Once the call connects, I promise I won't say a single word!" Guiyi remained unmoved. Qianfan looked at him, his expression slowly changing from eager to desperate. Finally, he released the boy and silently straightened his clothes. Unseen by him, Gui Yi's face broke into a sly smile: "Alright, I'll give it a try." These seemingly casual words stirred a storm within Qian Fan's nearly withered heart. His once-dead heart began to beat wildly again, joy crashing over him like a tidal wave. Qian Fan looked up, his face radiant. "Really? You're willing to help me!?" That completely trusting entrustment made Gui Yi, who had only intended to tease him, feel guilty. "As long as you're willing to help me, whatever you ask of me, I... I'll do it willingly." Qian Fan pulled his shirt down to his waist.

Gui Yi was moved. He wasn't an utterly bad child; if he had even a shred of compassion, he wouldn't have the heart to add insult to injury to someone so desperate as to be willing to pay any price for hope. He turned and jumped off the bed, meeting Qian Fan's puzzled gaze. The demon boy began to realize that the seriousness in the other's eyes was something he couldn't afford to offend.

Really! Where did his uncle get such a treasure? Giving up a life of luxury, all he could think about was his old flame.

"You really love him, don't you?" Gui Yi stood far from the bed, not daring to speak loudly, but strangely, Qian Fan heard him perfectly.

The candle flame flickered, casting a halo of light on Qian Fan's face, but his dark eyes shone like stars. His expression held a hint of shyness and sweetness, as he recalled every moment spent with his beloved, a tender, intoxicating affection as gentle as a spring breeze and drizzle, radiating from his handsome face. "Mmm." He nodded gently.

A tenderness he had never seen before captivated the boy, and he unconsciously asked a question that even he himself found pretentious:

"What does it feel like to fall in love with someone?" How

corny! What kind of love could make someone willing to give up their body, their dignity, their life of luxury, even their life, just to follow that person for a lifetime?

Qianfan thought about it seriously, unsure how to express his feelings in words. He slowly said, "Mmm... To love him is to want to give him the best of everything in the world, to hope that he smiles happily and contentedly, to want to spoil him with everything I have..."

"Enough, enough, enough! If you say another word, I'll get goosebumps all over." Guiyi climbed onto the window.

"Ah, what you promised me..." Qianfan wanted to call out to him, but the agile boy had already disappeared into the night.

In the novel *Tianhun Zhuan*, Chapter 135

, the Heavenly Palace is ruled by two stars. The Dark Star is the source of all evil, a malevolent star capable of destroying heaven and earth. Only the Radiant Star, inherently benevolent, can rival it. Each star is guarded by three planets. If all the planets fall, the main star will shift to another extreme. This is the prophecy of the Heavenly Realm's court astrologer—the Star Seer. Of the Radiant Star's three planets, two have already dimmed, leaving only a lingering glow…

Tonight, there are no stars or moon, and dark clouds cover the sky, an ominous sign.

Without having his servants announce his arrival, the Demon Lord went straight to his brother's bedchamber. The room was brightly lit and filled with the aroma of wine. He saw his brother curled up in a corner of the bed like a small animal, a wine bottle in his hand, occasionally taking sips, his eyes half-closed in a drunken stupor, still oblivious to his arrival. The Demon Lord walked to the bedside, lifted the gauze curtain, and looked down at his younger brother, coldly laughing, "Mingye, the taste of defeat isn't pleasant, is it?"

Alcohol relaxed him, and Mingye chuckled, gulping down his drink, but didn't even glance at the Demon Lord. "You came here just to humiliate me? I'm sorry, I'm not that sad. Will I disappoint you?"

"You have nothing left," the Demon Lord reminded him.

Mingye, heartbroken, said, "Yes, you're right. I've been utterly defeated, abandoned by everyone. So I admit defeat and will no longer fight anyone. What was the point of all that struggling?" He slowly closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "I'm not fighting anymore. It doesn't matter anymore. I'm so tired. I just want to get some sleep."

The Demon Lord had come tonight, intending to see him in agony after his fall from power. Now that he had seen it, he felt no pleasure, but rather a pang of heartache. "Mingming, today's disastrous consequences are all your own doing. If you hadn't surrendered to the Heavenly Realm that day, how could the remnants of the Demon Clan be barely surviving in this world, constantly controlled by the Heavenly Palace?"

Mingye didn't want to argue with him and remained silent. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the other man in shock. "Wait, what did you just call me?"

The Demon Lord sat down on the edge of the bed, smiled bitterly, and called out again, "Mingming."

This nickname was something his cousin Linmei would never use to call him. "You...you..." Mingye was struck dumb, feeling a chill run through his body, unable to speak.

The wine bottle tumbled from his hand and rolled to the ground.

The Demon Lord spoke calmly, "I look almost exactly like Linmei. Why, as shrewd as you are, have you never suspected that the person you killed three years ago was your cousin Linmei?"

It was a bolt from the blue!

"No! Impossible!" As if someone had grabbed his throat, Mingye gasped for breath, his eyes fixed on the person in front of him. "Impossible...impossible!" He shook his head in denial, backing away inch by inch. "I examined the body. My brother had a bright red mole on his collarbone. I...I saw it clearly! You don't have it. You don't have that mole. You can't be my brother!"

The Demon Lord smiled and approached him. "Silly child, moles can be added or removed. It's easy to fake that, but the aura of the Heavenly Soul can't be faked." He activated the Heavenly Soul, and a cool breeze wafted outwards from the two of them. "Do you remember this aura, Mingming?"

Mingye's short silver hair fluttered in the wind, and the undeniably familiar aura left his mind blank.

"Mingming." The Demon Lord pulled him close, gently kissing his younger brother's forehead as he used to do every night before bed, then whispered tenderly in his ear, "Mingye, I am indeed your brother Hengye. Back then, when the human army conquered the demon capital, we disagreed. I was determined to fight, so you decided to kill me. Linmei died in my place; he died by your sword. I watched his blood flow everywhere... How heartbroken I was! But I had to pretend nothing was wrong, afraid you would find out. Mingming, do you know how much I loved Linmei? Mingming, do you know how much I hated you from that moment on? What did the Heavenly Palace give you to make you so heartless? Are power and survival really that important to you? To make you willing to kill your brother and usurp the throne?!" He roared hoarsely, shoving Mingye away.

He pointed at him, laughing maniacally to the sky, "Ha ha ha, ha ha ha," his laughter shrill and piercing: "I hate you, I hate you so much! I want you to regret it, I want you to suffer! You killed my beloved, and I'll make sure you have nothing left! I wish you were dead!" His knees buckled, and the Demon Lord collapsed to his knees. Finally, he released the hatred that had been building up in his heart for three years—hatred for his younger brother, for this only brother he had ever cherished like a treasure.

Mingye murmured to himself, confused, asking himself again and again, "I didn't kill my brother with my own hands? I killed... Cousin Linmei?" Only when he finally understood did he look sadly at the person beside the bed. He was wrong. His real brother had died three years ago, along with the one he loved. The one before him was just a soulless shell; he was no longer his brother. How could his gentle and taciturn brother Hengye say such cold and hurtful words to him?

He said: I wish you were dead!

“Brother, we’re both dead. From that moment on, you were no longer you, and I was no longer me.”

With a soft “swish,” Demon Lord Hengye watched as his younger brother deftly drew the sword from the bedside table and placed it in his hand.

“I owe you.” Mingye pressed the blade against his chest without hesitation: “Brother, I’m returning this life to you today. My heart is here; aim carefully and stab. I’ve practiced the Resurrection Spell; ordinary wounds won’t kill me. But if death is faster than the healing speed of the wound, the Resurrection Spell won’t save me. So, you just need to pierce my heart with one sword, or cut off my head directly, and you’ll avenge Cousin Linmei.” Holding the hilt of

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sword in his hand, Hengye saw the character “Ming” engraved on the clan emblem on the hilt. Every child of the royal family is given a precious sword at birth, a royal symbol representing their identity, status, and power. Fifteen years ago, when his younger brother was born, the grand sword-granting ceremony was still vivid in his mind. He had felt immense joy and anticipation for his brother's birth, but today, he would use this sword to end his brother's life.

He shook his head: "You willful child, treating the nation and its people like toys, wanting to abandon them once you're done playing?" With that, he shoved Mingye to the ground.

"Brother..."

"Don't call me brother!" A three-foot sword was pressed against his throat. Hengye closed his eyes in despair: "I have no brother anymore, he died three years ago! You are not my brother, you are a devil!" Why? Why did Linmei want him to live? He wanted him to live, he wanted him to witness this child, now a devil, kneeling before the enemy to save his own life by killing his brother. What would be his fate? Would he ultimately be condemned to eternal damnation, scorned by all? Or would he lead the demon race to a new future, proving to everyone that refusing to surrender was a mistake?

Now, it was time to reveal the answer.

"Tell me, why did you weaken the power of the three noble families? That is not beneficial to the rule of the royal family, you should understand."

The cold sword blade pressed against his neck. Mingye stared greedily at the sharp edge, only one thought in his mind: How wonderful! He would soon be free; dying at his brother's hands was the perfect ending. This sword, which had been with him for fifteen years, had become tainted with its master's ferocity. He believed its indestructible blade could easily sever his neck.

"I'm asking you a question!" Hengye roared, his sword flashing as it slashed in mercilessly.

Blood gushed from Mingye's neck, the searing pain exhilarating him. "I don't care about the three noble families. What I truly want to weaken, from beginning to end, is the power of the royal family."

"What did you say?"

"The war three years ago made me see a truth. The life and death of the entire clan are controlled solely by the king. If the king upholds his principles and faces death without fear, the demon race will inevitably suffer annihilation; but if the king chooses another path, willing to surrender to the Heavenly Palace, the result will be the current situation." Mingye raised his head: "Brother..."

"Shut up! I've said it before, we have nothing to do with each other anymore!" He turned his face away, deliberately ignoring the wounded look in the child's eyes.

Mingye lowered his head, struggling to suppress his crumbling emotions. This was his final confession; he had a responsibility to explain everything clearly.

"Is a decision made by one person in power right or wrong? And what are the wishes of the 30,000 remaining demons? I believe the people's fate should be in their own hands. Monarchical rule is outdated, its flaws are resurfacing, and it needs to be replaced by a more advanced system—a republic. Every policy should be decided by a vote of the legislators; this is the fairest and most democratic approach. Therefore, I want to return the royal power to the people; this is my true intention."

Having said this, he lowered his head, quietly waiting for his brother's sword to strike.

Time flowed silently, but death lingered.

Mingye had never knelt on the ground for so long. Even on the soft, long-haired carpet, his knees ached and went numb. Blood from his neck soaked his clothes, turning from hot to cold, sticking stickily to his body. He stared blankly at the ground, his thoughts hazy from the alcohol and blood loss. He couldn't believe that if there was still a chance to live, the people would willingly give up their lives and choose to die for their country. He always felt that his submission to the Heavenly Court was the right thing to do. However, memories jumbled in his mind, and things he thought he had forgotten suddenly became clear again:

Once, during an inspection of a newly built university, someone mingled in the crowd and threw an egg at him. He could have dodged it, but for a moment he froze. The feeling of an egg hitting his head was more unbearable for a ruler than being punched in the face. The entire room was shocked—a criminal who offended the royal family was doomed! The lively scene instantly fell silent.

Just when everyone thought he would fly into a rage, he smiled and defused the situation: "Using an egg like that shows that the living standards of our people have indeed improved. But next time, you should try a different shoe; you can wear it again after throwing it away, no need to waste it."

The whole room burst into laughter, and the atmosphere eased again.

However, no one knew the sorrow and humiliation hidden beneath his feigned relaxed smile.

From that moment on, he kept asking himself: Was I wrong? Did I do something wrong? Was choosing to die for my country the best end for all my people?

With a clang, the sword, dripping with blood, was tossed aside.

"You want to die? Not so easy! The Demon Clan is facing threats from all sides, and the political situation is a complete mess. Do you expect others to clean up your mess?" Hengye pointed at him: "You've gotten yourself into this state, and you think you can just walk away?"

"You... won't kill me?" Mingye was quite disappointed, but when he looked down at his purplish fingernails, he felt relieved: "Fine, even if you don't kill me today, I won't live long anyway."

Hengye was taken aback, "What do you mean?" Mingye

stood up, smoothed his bangs, and forced himself to be energetic, "Come with me, I have something to show you."

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"From now on, you must remember every word I say. I won't repeat myself."

Hengye was stunned; this child seemed to have suddenly become a different person. The sorrow in his eyes had faded, replaced by the arrogance of a king and an unyielding majesty. Hengye seemed to understand something, but was even more confused: "You..."

Mingye approached him: "I've said it before, if I lose this battle, I will never interfere in politics again. Now, I'm returning everything to you." He reached out to pull his brother.

"Don't touch me!" Hengye still refused to forgive him. He gathered his true energy and gave a jolt on his arm. The small hand only had time to touch him before it was immediately repelled.

The scenery changed, and in the instant of contact, Mingye had already used teleportation to bring the two of them to the core area of Shuntian City—the Endless Underground Palace. The scenery before their eyes was very peculiar. It was the first time Hengye had seen anything like it, and he was quite astonished. It was a vast space, with huge rectangular cubes floating everywhere, so many that they seemed endless and countless. Each one was like a small mountain, shimmering with a ghostly blue light. They seemed to interact with each other through repulsive and gravitational forces, always maintaining a precise distance. If one of them moved, the others would immediately rotate in the same direction.

"This is..." Hengye was puzzled. Shuntian City, like its master, was shrouded in mystery, leaving him completely baffled.

Mingye cut to the chase, saying only, "Someone will explain the details to you later. Simply put, this is the power center of the Endless Underground Palace. Shuntian City is not just a palace; its true form is actually an aerial fortress." He typed commands on the keyboard, and a groove in the center of the conference table released a stream of penetrating electrons, creating a three-dimensional image in the air, revealing the entire fortress's design blueprint.

The very idea of making a city fly into the sky was astonishing.

"Unfortunately, I don't have time. If I had another three years..." With infinite regret, Mingye tapped the bottom of the model with his fingertip, and the image immediately magnified, becoming clearer. "This is where we are now. If absolutely necessary, we can detonate all these reactors, at least leveling half of the Celestial Realm."

His tone was calm and indifferent. Hengye stared at him blankly, as if he had never met this person before.

“There’s another secret research project I must tell you. Please follow me.”

The child leading the way was thin and frail, his white clothes half-stained black and red with blood. His short hair couldn’t hide the deep, bone-revealing wound on his thin neck; the cruel sword strike had almost severed half his neck. Heng Ye felt a pang of pity and said, “You should treat your wound first.”

The child stopped, turned back, and looked at him with confusion, before finally understanding. “Oh…” He covered his neck wound with his hand, dabbing at the blood, and smiled nonchalantly, “It’s nothing, just a small injury.” He wiped his hand haphazardly on his clothes and continued walking.

“This is the warehouse where the finished products are stored.”

Hengye followed him into a chilling room. Rows of neatly arranged petri dishes, shaped and sized like coffins, each containing a body. Hengye’s face paled slightly. Mingye turned on the light, making it brighter. He explained, “This is the development of humanoid robots. Don’t be afraid; those lying inside aren’t real people, just machines.”

Hengye leaned closer to a petri dish, looking more closely, and realized that the human face had no facial features, and the body lacked sexual characteristics. But it was incredibly realistic; even the pale blue veins under the skin were clearly visible.

“As long as personality data is input and an identical face is given, these robots can replace any living person in the world today.”

Hengye looked through the rows, a nameless terror creeping into his heart. Finally, he stopped in front of a petri dish containing a person with the exact same build and face as him. He immediately understood the purpose of this lifelike robot. At that moment, he couldn't tell if it was shock or anger. He turned and glared at Mingye, sneering, "What? You originally planned to kill me too, and use it to replace me?"

The child shrank back under his icy gaze, hesitated for a moment, and finally whispered, "I never knew... I thought you were Lingmei's cousin. If a puppet doesn't obey, I have no choice but to..." A shadow loomed over him, and he looked up. A slap landed squarely on his face, and Mingye slammed against the wall.

"What do you take human life for?!"

What is human life? To a ruler, human life is merely a tool to achieve ideals. His kind brother is not suited to be a king who rules over all people; he would live a very difficult life. Blood flowed from the broken corner of his mouth. Mingye felt a sharp ringing in one ear, and then he couldn't hear anything anymore.

In Chapter 138 of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

*, Fulan was stunned by the scene in the room.

Today in the council hall, the ministers had waited for quite some time, but the Demon Lord had not yet arrived, and not even a messenger had come to announce his arrival. Then a servant rushed into the hall in a panic, requesting that Lady Fulan go to the young prince's bedchamber. Fulan, puzzled, looked closely at the servant and saw him sweating profusely and barely able to speak, realizing the gravity of the situation. At this time, the Demon Clan's court was in turmoil, and Fulan dared not delay. She quickly followed the servant to the bedchamber to investigate.

A sweet, metallic scent filled the room; Fulan immediately recognized it as blood. Her heart sank; something terrible had happened. She wondered who was injured. Privately, she certainly didn't want it to be her student, not only because no one in the clan could replace her, but also because it would be difficult to explain to the Heavenly Palace.

But when she reached the bedside, she cried out in alarm, "Oh no!"

There was a large pool of blood beneath the child, already blackened. On the left side of his neck was a deep wound, covered with a dark scab, from which blood continued to flow. Half of his face was swollen, clearly from a slap. The child lay stiffly, eyes closed, face pale, and motionless. The Demon Lord at the bedside stared blankly at him, clutching the child's small hand, yet neither summoning the imperial physician to treat his injuries, simply waiting silently. It was unclear whether he was waiting for him to wake up or wait for him to die. Fulan, consumed by

rage and disregarding his status and the occasion, angrily rebuked the Demon Lord: "You…you are merely the son of a nobleman, how dare you defy your superior?!" After venting some of his anger, Fulan calmed down and quickly checked the child's breath. Fortunately, there was still a breath. He turned to his attendant and ordered: "Quickly! Go and fetch the imperial physician. Just say there's a major incident in the palace, and he's waiting for life-saving treatment. Don't say anything else, understand?" The implication was to suppress the news of the young prince's serious injuries. The attendant understood, nodded, and ran off to find the physician. Fulan summoned another servant and instructed, "Go to the court and announce that the Demon Lord is unwell today and will be taking a day off. Any matters will be discussed tomorrow. Go quickly!"

Having arranged everything, she was unaware of another mishap. A palace maid cried out in terror behind her, "No! Your Majesty, don't!"

Turning around, she saw the Demon Lord carrying the unconscious prince, stepping over the railing of the terrace. This palace was located at the highest point of Shuntian City, adjacent to the sea of clouds. If they jumped, they would only suffer a gruesome end, their bodies scattered and forgotten. No one dared to move, and they all knelt on the ground, weeping and wailing. The Demon Lord's mind was no longer stable. He held the child tightly in his arms, laughing and crying intermittently, "Mingming, brother will die with you... okay?... With brother here, don't be afraid... We'll die together..." With that, he closed his eyes.

"No—" Fulan lunged forward to pull him back, but it was too late. He watched helplessly as the Demon Lord's body plummeted downwards…

Guiyi returned from his uncle's new favorite's place last night, agonizing over whether or not to help Qianfan. He didn't fall asleep until almost dawn, and slept until the sun was high in the sky. After lunch, feeling utterly bored and wondering how to pass the day, he had no choice but to recall the few things that were on his mind.

Sigh, should he help him with this small favor or not? It was just a phone call; he had begged so earnestly, it would seem heartless not to help.

Guiyi left home and strolled through the streets. Passing a mobile phone shop, he stopped. After thinking it over, he went inside. In the novel

*Heavenly Soul Chronicles*, chapter 139

, the ebb and flow of fortune finally brought some relief to the nobles who had been suppressed by the young prince. This morning at court, the nobles and ministers were supposed to discuss how to convict and punish the young prince, determined to press their advantage and ensure the enemy forces would never recover. However, the Demon Lord, citing illness, excused himself from court for the day. The ministers knew perfectly well: "Hmph, what illness? It's clearly a pretext." The Demon Lord's nature was always weak and indecisive. This time, he had actually betrayed his own brothers and sided with the nobles—a truly unprecedented event.

Clan Chief Cheng Long thought gleefully: "Perhaps the Demon Lord has gotten used to being a puppet; now that he holds real power, he's too scared to even leave his bed." It was good he didn't have to attend court. He hadn't seen his beloved for a long time and missed his fair and beautiful body. He could take advantage of the free time to have a little get-together and some intimacy.

When he arrived, Qian Fan was playing with a group of palace maids and playing with the baby.

The baby, only a few months old, was incredibly active. Put him on the ground, and like a clumsy little truck, he crawled straight towards Qianfan. Everyone tried their best to lure him, but he ignored them all, his eyes fixed straight ahead, giggling as he crawled closer to Qianfan. Qianfan deliberately played along, quietly inching backward. The baby crawled and crawled with all his might, but still couldn't reach his beloved. Everyone burst into laughter. The little guy got annoyed, rolled over, and pretended to be dead.

"Hey, why isn't the baby moving?" Qianfan quickly went over and picked him up.

The palace maids covered their mouths and chuckled: "Oh dear, the young master has fallen for it again!"

Sure enough, seeing that the person was finally showing him affection, the baby immediately became lively again. The baby clung to Qianfan like a koala, its little hands grabbing and pulling wildly, tugging at a handful of Qianfan's hair and refusing to let go. It pouted, looking at Qianfan with a pitiful expression, its face twitching as if about to cry but unable to. Qianfan, doting on it, didn't get angry even though the little thing was pulling its hair painfully, and gently coaxed, "Okay, okay, we won't bully the baby anymore, baby, be good, don't cry."

The previously cheerful atmosphere suddenly became deathly silent with the sudden appearance of Chief Chenglong.

The palace maids knelt and bowed.

Having won a great victory in the court, the chief was in high spirits. "Having fun, huh?" He walked towards the frozen Qianfan, wanting to take the baby from its arms.

Qianfan's face had already lost all its smile, coldly staring at the newcomer. Seeing the man suddenly reach out to him, it instinctively took a step back like a startled bird.

Chenglong forcibly took the baby from Qianfan's arms.

Babies are intelligent and can distinguish between good and evil. The baby refused to cooperate, crying loudly and waving his little hands, wanting Qianfan to hold him. But Qianfan was barely able to take care of himself and could only watch him helplessly and with heartache.

It's true that every creature has its nemesis. Upon hearing the crying, Chief Chenglong felt as if a demonic sound had pierced his brain, causing a splitting headache. He hurriedly handed the noisy little thing to a palace maid: "Take it away

, quickly take it away." The maids took the child and left. Only when the deafening crying ceased did the chief breathe a heavy sigh

of relief, feeling as if he had been reborn. "My darling, you look much better after just a few days." Chenglong carefully examined Qianfan's face, recalling the beautiful woman's weeping and moaning beneath him. Driven by lust, he swallowed hard and approached Qianfan with eager anticipation.

Qianfan's face was deathly pale. This beastly nobleman, for some reason, had found the time to humiliate him again. Resistance was futile, so he simply closed his eyes, pretending to be dead, letting the man do as he pleased.

Seeing his submission, Chenglong was overjoyed. He scooped him up, threw him onto the bed, and pounced on him like a hungry wolf eyeing fresh meat: "I've missed you so much, baby! I've been thinking about you every day. Come on, let me relieve my pent-up desire." His hands were busy groping Qianfan's body.

Qianfan dodged his touch, instinctively resisting. The two bodies pressed together inadvertently rubbed against each other, and the man's desire was ignited. He hurriedly started to tear at Qianfan's clothes.

"No...no..." Qianfan tried to protect his clothes, but how could he? A man blinded by desire has terrifying strength. There was no foreplay, no flirting. The man was even impatient to slowly undress him. He grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it off violently. With a "rip," two snow-white breasts bounced out of the shirt, bobbing several times in front of the man.

"You...you're not wearing a bra?" Chenglong's throat went dry and tight, and he swallowed hard. He stared intently at her flawless, white breasts, his eyes gleaming, his breathing quickening. "It's only been a short time, and your breasts have... gotten so big? So beautiful...tsk tsk, truly beautiful!"

"Ah..."

His fiery lips pressed against Qianfan's full, shapely breasts, shaped by pregnancy. Men like

wanton

, promiscuous women, but they prefer to conquer a chaste beauty, turning her into one.

Qianfan turned his head, gazing at the sky outside the window, wondering how long this ordeal would last. He wished time could skip this part, sparing him the unbearable ordeal.

He tried to ignore it, but it was no use; the man suddenly took his sensitive nipple into his mouth. Qianfan hadn't yet adjusted to the warm, tingling sensation when the man began to suckle forcefully. His nipple was pulled upwards sharply, "Ah—" he gasped, feeling pain. His chest involuntarily rose to meet the man's wild sucking.

The man released his grip, then stuck out his tongue and repeatedly licked and pressed the rosy ring, making Qianfan's soft breasts roll under his tongue. "You really never learn. They're so big, and you still won't release them. Aren't you just asking for trouble? Who do you want to feed this milk to? The baby from before, or are you saving it to feed your little prince when you get back?"

The strong man tore Qianfan's clothes off his lower body, leaving him only in his underwear.

A sore sensation surged between his thighs, and Qianfan quickly squeezed his legs together to prevent the soreness from escaping. But the man's intrusive hand groped his smooth, white thighs a few times, then forcefully slipped between his tightly closed legs. With nowhere to escape, the hand finally moved slowly upwards, disappearing under his underwear.

"Oh, so wet. I've only sucked your nipples a few times, and you're already gushing wet down there, tsk tsk..." The man's fingers were covered in clear, lustful fluid from his underwear, which he then smeared on Qianfan's chest. "Want a man, huh? You slutty bitch." As he spoke, he ripped off the soaking wet underwear and inserted two fingers straight into her delicate vulva.

"Ahhh... No! Not there!" Qianfan quickly turned to the side, protecting her lower abdomen with her arms, and clamped Chenglong's hand tightly between her legs, preventing him from doing anything that could harm the fetus. The other man's gloomy face terrified Qianfan: "My lord... please, use my... that..."

His disheveled hair and phoenix eyes, brimming with tears, pleaded with him. Chenglong, seeing this, was moved but felt no pity: "You're still protecting the bastard in your belly? Do you think that brat in Shuntian City will come to save you? Hahaha..." Chenglong laughed loudly, "That kid is finished. He can't even save himself, how could he have time to care about you?"

Qianfan was startled. Forgetting to protect himself, he grabbed the other man's sleeve and asked, "What... what did you say?"

Seeing his panicked state, Chief Chenglong felt a great sense of satisfaction and said to Qianfan, word by word, "Your little prince has fallen. The Demon Lord has taken back all his power. He is now a criminal, penniless, and may not even be able to save his life. You still expect him to come to save you?"

"You say his life is in danger? How could that be? The Demon Lord is his brother, how could this happen..." Qianfan refused to believe it: "You're lying to me! His Highness is definitely alright..."

"Who has the time to lie to you? That brat committed treason, and the bastard in your belly will only bring disaster if you keep it. He's already disgraced, his glory is gone, he can't protect you, let alone his own child. You should give up, don't even dream of seeing him again. If you were smart, you should get rid of the child in your belly as soon as possible. The bastard child of a traitor has no place in the world."

"Treason? You said he committed treason?!" Qianfan's heart sank, and after a moment of stunned silence, she suddenly struggled wildly, pushing and hitting, actually managing to push the burly man on top of her aside. He breathed heavily, glaring angrily at the man rolling on the sheets: "How could that child betray his country? Do you know how hard he works for the nation? He only sleeps a little bit each day, goes to court before dawn, and reviews a mountain of documents at night. Don't accuse an innocent man before you've even investigated!"

"Accused? Heh..." Chief Chenglong burst into laughter, "If you want to find fault, you can always find a reason."

Even Qianfan, who was slow-witted, understood: "You...you're trying to bring him down by pinning the blame on him." As if a fire was burning fiercely in his chest, Qianfan trembled with rage. He felt something warm flowing between his legs, but he didn't care. He lunged forward, ready to fight the hateful nobleman to the death. Being a man, he was surprisingly strong when he got angry. He grabbed the other man's collar and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks without any restraint, crying and cursing intermittently: "You despicable scoundrels! You couldn't beat him, so you framed him... I won't forgive you... You bullied him... He's still a child! Waaah, how could you be so heartless as to kill him? Give him back to me! Give the little prince back to me!"

"Have you gone mad enough?!" Cheng Long roared, grabbing Qian Fan's hands and forcefully pushing him back onto the bed: "Who told him to be so ignorant and oppose us nobles at every turn? He deserves his fate! The victor is king, the loser is villain. Yes! I'm not only going to bully him, I'm going to sleep with his male concubine and kill his child!" After roaring viciously, Cheng Long spread Qian Fan's legs apart, revealing his private parts. He was stunned when he saw it—his snow-white thighs were covered in bright red blood, a complete mess. "Heh, this is truly a stroke of luck!" He unzipped his pants, pulled out his swollen penis, and thrust it into the small hole gushing blood and foam.

"Ah────"

Qianfan screamed in excruciating pain, but the undying hatred in his heart kept him conscious.

The powerful weapon penetrated deeper and deeper, irresistibly taking over his vulnerable vagina, recklessly thrusting in and out, the "plop plop" sounds of the thrusting were incredibly ecstatic. He couldn't bear the pleasure brought on by the back and forth friction of his vagina, and whether it was blood or vaginal fluid, it soaked the entire hot blade, which was pulled out in waves, sliding down his buttocks and anus, dripping onto the sheets, spreading into a large, alluring puddle.

Guiyi hid in the tree, watching the copulation in the room from afar.

He couldn't hear their conversation, but he saw the man pinned beneath his uncle, weeping terribly. The red mark between his legs was glaringly obvious. His uncle showed no mercy, roughly flipping him over and wrapping his arms around his chest from behind. Guiyi saw that the man's large breasts were tightly constricted by his uncle's iron arms, creating a deep cleavage. His breasts were full of milk; it was no wonder he was in excruciating pain from being constricted like that. The man's mouth was wide open, whether crying, screaming, or pleading, it was unclear. He seemed unable to bear it any longer, his hands frantically clawing at the sheets, his body convulsing violently, one after another. Guiyi knew he had reached orgasm. A

satisfied smile played on his uncle's lips as he released his iron arms from the man's chest, instead wrapping them around his shoulders and waist. A pair of alluring, full breasts were suddenly exposed, shamelessly revealed to the air for all to see. The uncle thrust even more fiercely, his monstrous penis almost completely pulled out before

being thrust back in at the hilt… What man wouldn't want to treat a delicate beauty like a plaything and fuck her to his heart's content? Gui Yi felt a pang of reluctance, yet also found it incredibly arousing—the woman's snow-white, soft breasts swayed gently with each movement of her body; what man could resist such a sight? Gui Yi hurriedly pressed down on his crotch…

In

the quiet, deserted depths of the Imperial Garden, a deep male voice echoed, as if intentionally suppressing something. The cold voice was barely audible, carrying a hint of helpless respect. He answered the question from the other end of the communicator.

“Yes, the person has been rescued.” After a pause, it continued: “No, she hasn't woken up yet, she remains unconscious.”

The person on the other end of the phone seemed very angry, launching into a tirade, refusing to stop.

The people here listened silently, without uttering a word, but their steps were already becoming hurried and impatient. A tall, handsome young man emerged from the bushes and walked straight toward the palace not far away. His dazzling silver hair was tied back with a ribbon and hung down to one side of his shoulder. His cold face and sharp eyes revealed a chilling intent. “My lord, the young prince is no ordinary person. I haven’t let my guard down, but he’s already begun to distrust me. No, perhaps he’s never trusted me at all. I’ve done my best.”

“Done your best?!” The voice on the other end suddenly rose, then gave a cold laugh: “You’ve done your best to get to this point? I asked you to protect Mingming, but he’s now seriously injured and unconscious. That male concubine, I asked you to get rid of him. You said you’d poisoned him to death, but the body has mysteriously disappeared and hasn’t been found. How can I be at ease? If a pawn loses its purpose, what’s the point of keeping it? Don’t forget, your parents and brothers are still in my hands.”

The person on this side smiled slightly. He rarely smiled; his face, like an eternal ice peak, showed no other expression besides indifference. But at this moment, he smiled. “I understand, my lord, please rest assured, I will protect the young prince.”

The call ended, and the palace was in sight.

“Grand Tutor Wei Chen!” A person walked from the front; it was Lord Fu Lan. Unusual anxiety appeared on his face, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

Wei Chen's heart skipped a beat, his face turning ashen. "What happened? Has the young prince's condition changed?"

"No, no," Fu Lan said, pulling him along. "It's the Heavenly Palace." "

The Heavenly Palace? The gods have finally become suspicious?"

Fu Lan nodded. "How can we hide it anymore? The young prince hasn't attended the morning court for three days. The Heavenly Emperor sent an envoy, insisting on visiting him in Shuntian City. We couldn't stop him. And now, the Demon Lord... sigh!"

After waking up, the Demon Lord Heng Ye lost his mind, as if he had completely shut himself off. He neither cried nor spoke, neither laughed nor cried, and was completely dazed. He didn't recognize anyone, and he didn't respond to anything people said to him. The court could only implement an emergency mechanism, with the three prime ministers overseeing the court, barely managing to stabilize the situation.

"If it weren't for Grand Tutor Wei Chen arriving in time that day, the consequences would have been even more unimaginable." Fu Lan still felt lingering fear when she recalled the crisis that day. The Demon Lord, carrying the young prince, jumped from the highest point of Shuntian City. When the attacker rushed forward, he didn't even touch the Demon Lord's clothes before watching them disappear from his sight. Fortunately, Grand Tutor Wei Chen possessed profound skills and, at the last moment, snatched the two from the brink of death.

“This time, we really owe a great debt to Grand Tutor Wei Chen. Alas, my old bones are utterly useless in times of crisis. I’m truly old and useless.”

Wei Chen blushed. “Lord Fu Lan, you flatter me. I am also partly to blame for how things turned out.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Lan remembered something. “I remember that night, the Grand Tutor said that the royal bloodline is no longer limited to the young prince. May I ask, did Grand Tutor Wei Chen already know that the current ‘Demon Lord’ is the young prince’s true elder brother? And that the one who died by the sword three years ago was the switched Prince Lin Mei?”

Wei Chen only said, “Instead of dwelling on the past, my lord, you should put more effort into dealing with the Heavenly Palace’s problems.”

In fact, Fu Lan already knew in her heart that the switch back then was definitely related to this cold and deep young man. Since the other party was unwilling to admit it, she wisely stopped dwelling on the matter. How to deal with the Heavenly Realm’s envoy was the most urgent and troublesome thing at present.

"The Heavenly Emperor has decreed that if the young prince's condition doesn't improve by today, an envoy should be sent to bring him back to the Heavenly Palace for care. Tell me, how should we refuse? The young prince cannot leave Shuntian City! It's too dangerous. Those gods are using this as an excuse to take him away; what are they really up to?"

"Bring him to the Heavenly Palace?" Wei Chen narrowed his eyes. "That's not impossible." He said softly. This truly fulfilled the wish of the master in the Heavenly Palace.

"Ah?" Fu Lan, standing to the side, looked undisguised in surprise and confusion.

Jing Bi Kong of the Heavenly Palace—

Crown Prince Shen Tian Wang—had just entered the room when he saw his younger brother looking displeased. He slammed the communicator on the ground.

"Who upset you again? Why do I always see you throwing things when I come in? Xiao Kui, you really need to change your bad temper." The elder prince picked up the communicator and placed it on a table, then turned and sat down next to his younger brother. "How's your recovery going? Are your limbs still weak and powerless?"

Kui nestled on the sofa, legs crossed and arms folded, his face long and drawn, looking like the whole world had offended him. "Mingming is such a waste! He's completely useless, such a trivial matter broke him down."

His words were so harsh that even his older brother didn't defend him: "Mingming is already very strong and capable..." He stopped mid-sentence, realizing he was adding fuel to the fire, and quickly changed the subject: "Someone who can be remembered by our little Kui, how bad could they be?"

Hmph! Kui snorted disdainfully, "Father made me suffer divine punishment and sleep for three years. What did you think that was for? To cover up the royal family's scandals, to cover up those damned rumors? What a joke!" Kui sneered, "That idiot Mingming, he's been feeling guilty all this time, stubbornly believing he's the one who harmed me. I'll tell you the truth, Father made me sleep so that Mingming could grow strong enough to be my opponent. But everyone overestimated him, that good-for-nothing fool! Look at him now, half-dead, what's he going to do with me? It's no fun at all!"

Although the Crown Prince was extremely adaptable, remaining calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before him, he couldn't help but be speechless after hearing these words: "Little Kui, it's good that you're confident. But aren't you underestimating Mingming? After all, he's not dead yet."

"He dares to die? How could he dare to die? He's such a fool, taking all the blame upon himself. How could he possibly die?" Kui pulled the call bell, summoning a servant. "Get ready, I'm going to Shuntian City this afternoon." He then turned to his older brother and added, somewhat hypocritically, "Hmph, if Mingming really dies, I'll celebrate big when I get back!" On the day

of Chapter 142 of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

*, Chief Chenglong, in his unrestrained debauchery, nearly raped Qianfan to death on the spot.

Guiyi looked at the pale, lifeless beauty on the bed, and couldn't help but feel pity.

Qianfan's long eyelashes drooped, his eyes devoid of any light, like two glass beads. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would have looked exactly like a dead man.

"Don't be sad anymore, it's bad for your health. I just questioned the doctor carefully, and he told me the baby in your belly is fine, perfectly healthy, so don't worry," Guiyi sat down on the edge of the bed, comforting him.

Hearing him mention the baby, Qianfan finally reacted, his hand slowly stroking his lower abdomen, his eyes overflowing with tenderness. But, having escaped this time by sheer luck, how many more times could the little baby inside endure such brutal harm? Next time, or perhaps the time after that, misfortune would surely come.

Seeing his pitiful and helpless expression, Guiyi's heart softened again, and he moved closer to him: "Uncle said that when he gets tired of playing with you, he will give you to me. You...you don't need to worry, I will treat you well. I will never bully you like Uncle did..." Recalling that day's enchanting and lewd intercourse, Guiyi blushed, his throat tightened, and he couldn't control his gaze, which drifted to Qianfan's fair and slender body.

He was only wearing a thin undergarment, the light and transparent material unable to conceal his allure. A large area of skin on his neck and chest was still covered with bruises from their lovemaking, and Guiyi couldn't help but stare at his clothes, imagining what lay beneath—those fair and tender breasts seemed to have become fuller, bulging and wrapped in the clothes, rising and falling with his breath, tempting one's imagination. Gui Yi remembered that his nipples were red and large, erect and fiery, incredibly alluring, as if waiting for a man's caresses…

The lust in his demon blood surged rapidly. Gui Yi freed his hand and nervously covered Qian Fan's breasts, touching one breast, then the other—

“Your breasts…are so soft and beautiful! I will definitely treat you well, you can rest assured…”

“No! I must leave here.” As soon as Qian Fan finished speaking, the hand on his chest stopped caressing him, but did not leave, still gently covering his chest. His body became restless and hot. Qian Fan bit his lower lip hard, the pain preventing him from losing his reason under the boy's caresses.

“Impossible! This place is heavily guarded. It was not easy for me to get in, let alone for you to escape.” Gui Yi decisively shattered Qian Fan's unrealistic fantasies.

“If I can't escape, I will only die.” Qian Fan turned his face away and said calmly.

"Are you threatening me?" Gui Yi's face turned cold. "Do you think it will work?"

Qian Fan shook her head, took the hand that was resting on his chest, and slowly moved it aside. "In a few months, I'll be twenty-one. If it weren't for this strange constitution, I could probably live an ordinary life like everyone else, maybe working, maybe still studying..." Qian Fan sighed softly, then looked up at Gui Yi again, her eyes gentle yet firm. "But I don't regret it. It's because of this body that I met that child." A touch of blush finally appeared on her pale cheeks. “I… I love him very much, I can’t leave him. If I can never go back to him, then I’d rather die.”

Guiyi stared blankly: “The child in your belly is his?”

Qianfan nodded, a sweet, happy smile curving her lips, but then slowly turning cold: “You said you would be good to me, but in your eyes, what am I? Just a plaything to give you some pleasure in bed. Like the clan leader, you will also grow tired of me one day, and when that day comes, who do you plan to give me to?”

“I…” Guiyi was somewhat embarrassed, as if his kindness to him was completely unappreciated. Guiyi was indignant, “Is love reliable? Can you guarantee that person won’t grow tired of you, that they will love you for a lifetime?” Qianfan

shook her head: “But as long as he still needs me, I will stay by his side, with him.”

“You can’t escape.” Guiyi repeated the same thing. “Your uncle won’t let you go. You’ll be stuck here forever, with nowhere to go.”

Qianfan pleaded, but before he could speak, Guiyi extinguished his hopes: “Don’t look at me like that, it’s useless! I won’t risk offending your uncle for you. Besides, every noble household keeps hundreds or even thousands of male concubines like you. Although your uncle treats you only as playthings, he’s never mistreated you in terms of living conditions. You have no worries about food or clothing here, and so many people serve you every day. How can an ordinary person’s life compare? The other concubines are all very satisfied, thinking all day long about how to please my uncle, hoping he’ll favor them more often. You’re the only exception, insisting on killing yourself.”

Seeing that he ultimately wouldn’t help him, and with even his last hope gone, Qianfan lowered his head in despair, his eyes brimming with tears. Guiyi, seeing how pitiful he was, softened again. He pulled a phone from his pocket and threw it on the bed: "The thing you asked me to do last time—" Before he could finish speaking, the person who had been lifeless a second ago rushed forward with ecstatic joy, snatched the phone tightly, and kowtowed repeatedly to him while shedding tears: "Thank you, young master! Thank you! Thank you!" "

It's a promise, you'll only listen to that person's voice, and you won't say a single word." Gui Yi stepped forward, lifted Qian Fan's chin with his hand, and said seriously: "If you break this agreement, let me tell you, I'm no kinder than your uncle."

05-07
Heavenly Soul Chronicles 143

Meanwhile, on the Little Demon King's side, the Heavenly Emperor sent an envoy to visit Ming Ye's injuries. Logically speaking, even the Heavenly Emperor himself would be acting improperly by entering someone's palace without an invitation from the monarch. Unfortunately, in the vast city of Shuntian, there wasn't even a single person who could make that decision. The demon officials could only watch helplessly as the divine delegation marched into the young prince's room.

Who came? The Fourth Prince and Lady Lanqin were naturally present; both were the young prince's tutors, so it was understandable that they came to see their little apprentice. The Heavenly Emperor had even specifically instructed them to bring the imperial physician Shui Zhanyi to examine Mingye's injuries. But it was strange that Lady Lima had also come to see the spectacle. Adding to the commotion, Shui Zhanyi's two children, the older sister Shui Xinsha and the younger brother Shui Zhiyan, insisted on accompanying their father to practice medicine. Shui Zhanyi knew they were just curious and wanted to see what the Demon Palace looked like in Shuntian City, but he couldn't resist their persistent pleading and had to bring them along. To make matters worse, Crown Prince Shen Tianwang and Prince Kui, who had been rumored to be romantically involved with the young prince, also came, causing the demon officials to drop their jaws in utter astonishment.

A massive army was pressing in—

along with some guards and palace maids, the divine entourage hurriedly squeezed into Mingye's palace.

Ultimately, the Fourth Prince didn't believe his youngest disciple was truly unconscious. He knew that the Heavenly Palace hadn't intervened in the political turmoil within the Demon Realm because everyone firmly believed Mingye had the ability to handle it. During the human invasion, at a critical moment of life and death for the Demon Realm, he had managed to cope with ease. After three years of painstaking management, his position was firmly established; even if the three major noble families joined forces, they couldn't shake his position. Who wouldn't think so? Until they entered the silent room and saw the sleeping child on the bed.

On either side of the bed were piles of life-sustaining equipment, and an IV drip was inserted into the child's arm. His eyes were tightly closed. His thin face was deathly pale, devoid of any life. He looked like a porcelain doll that had forgotten its paint.

The Fourth Prince went to the bedside and called his name several times. The brainwaves displayed on the equipment showed no change. The Fourth Prince's face darkened, and he ordered the imperial physician to give Mingye a full examination.

Everyone watched in hushed silence, the only sound in the room the beeping of the instruments. After a moment, Shui Zhanyi reported the child's condition to the Fourth Prince—

there were no fatal wounds, but a fresh wound on the left side of his neck, which had already been treated and was healing. The child's left eardrum had detached, which would greatly affect his hearing…

“Eardrum detached? You mean he'll go deaf in that ear?” It was Lady Lanqin who asked the question. She suddenly rushed to the imperial physician, her large, deep blue eyes filled with heartache and disbelief.

“Whether he will completely lose his hearing remains to be seen. But the damage to the eardrum has already been done and is difficult to repair.”

“This injury shouldn’t be enough to knock him unconscious. Do you see anything else wrong with him?” The Fourth Prince wondered what had happened to the child. Could it be an assassination? He knew his little apprentice’s skills well; who could have injured him like this?

The Imperial Physician shook his head and said, “Prince Mingye’s unconsciousness has nothing to do with his injuries. It’s probably due to his subconscious control; he doesn’t want to wake up.”

“Idiot!” A soft curse came from Kui’s mouth. He was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by his elder brother, the Crown Prince. Suddenly, he pointed at Mingye on the bed and ordered the Fourth Prince, “Take him back to the Heavenly Palace. I will wake him up.”

Even without his order, the Fourth Prince did not intend to leave his little apprentice in Shuntian City any longer. Without saying a word, he went over and picked up Mingye.

“Who dares to take my brother away?!”

A low shout came from the doorway. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw the Demon Lord, supported by a female official, standing at the door, coldly glaring at everyone.

Lady Fulan was both surprised and delighted when she saw him—the Demon Lord had finally recovered. He hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the young prince from the Fourth Prince's arms, holding him close. He then said to the Fourth Prince, "My lord, the young prince's injuries are quite severe. He really can't withstand the bumpy journey. I beg you to consider this and allow the young prince to stay in Shuntian City to recover."

The Fourth Prince ignored him, glancing at the Demon Lord from head to toe before coldly sneering, "I heard the Demon Lord has also fallen ill these past few days. Your illness certainly comes at the right time." The Fourth Prince suspected that his young apprentice's injuries were related to the man at the door. "Since you're not feeling well, you should rest properly and not worry about other things." He turned around and went to try and take the child from Fulan again. "I'll take this child with me. After all, the equipment and personnel in the Heavenly Palace are better than here."

Fulan clung tightly to the child, refusing to let go: "My lord, you...you are..." He looked anxiously at the Demon Lord.

"You!" The Demon Lord Hengye was furious: "You gods shouldn't push your luck!" "As soon as he finished speaking, the demon guards drew their weapons with a 'whoosh.'

The Fourth Prince didn't even glance at the tense standoff behind him, only reaching out to grab the child. He didn't care about these mere dozens of demon soldiers, or even the entire 30,000 remaining demons. 'Let go of me right now!' he shouted at the stubborn demon official. The

God of War of the Heavenly Realm's reputation shook the Three Realms; once provoked, the intense pressure was unbearable, even for a demon elder like Fulan, who nearly suffered a heart attack. Her hand loosened, and seeing the Fourth Prince taking the little prince's upper body, Fulan quickly rallied, clinging tightly to the child's legs. The two were locked in a tug-of-war, looking quite comical.

The Fourth Prince was truly enraged. He raised his eyes, his golden eyes flashing with killing intent, and struck Fulan with a palm.

Fulan saw it clearly but couldn't dodge it." He closed his eyes and cried inwardly, "Waaah, Your Highness, the Grand Tutor can no longer protect you, he has to go first..."

Suddenly, the sound of tinkling music rang out—

the

Fourth Prince's palm strike, before it could reach Fulan, was intercepted by a chilling aura.

Seeing that the expected pain hadn't arrived, Fulan secretly opened one eye to peek. Behind him stood a tall figure, one hand supporting his waist, the other blocking the Fourth Prince's attack. It was none other than the aloof and handsome Wei Chen Wangyue, who always seemed to say, "It's none of my business, you can go to hell with me."

"Grand Tutor Wei Chen!" Fulan's eyes lit up. Seeing someone backing him up, his courage grew considerably, and he shouted at the Fourth Prince, "You, you're bullying an old man!" "Although he was a demon elder thousands of years old, it was strange and unconvincing for him to say such things with a face that looked like he was in his twenties.

The Fourth Prince stopped his attack, not because of the sudden ringing of the bell, nor because of the other party's interception. It was simply because he noticed that from the moment the bell rang, the waveforms displayed on the instruments monitoring the child's vital signs had all begun to oscillate. He looked down at his little apprentice in his arms—

sure enough, after Mingye's eyelids twitched a few times, he slowly opened his eyes. Like a computer restarting from hibernation, he took a few seconds to regain all his senses, and his silver eyes went from confused to bright.

Seeing him awake, the Fourth Prince was overjoyed and inadvertently used his nickname: "Little pig, you're awake?" The child in their arms suddenly sprang up like a bomb, breaking free and jumping to the ground. Then, he went berserk, running wildly around the room. He didn't even glance at the many people in the room, just rummaging through things.

In no time, the room was a complete mess, with important documents scattered everywhere like trash.

Everyone stared in disbelief at his outburst, terrified by his sudden madness, wondering what had possessed him.

Mingye had been lying in bed for days, refusing food and water, clinging to life only with IV fluids. His body was extremely weak. After a few moments of erratic movement, he felt his body go limp, his vision blurred, and he collapsed to the ground. Fulan rushed over to help him up: "My little darling, what's wrong with you again? Don't scare the Grand Tutor like that, he's getting old… Waaah…"

Mingye rolled over, grabbing his sleeve and asking, "Where's my phone? Where's my phone?" "

By this time, the ringtone had been going on for a long time. This number was a secret channel he had specially opened; it wasn't registered and wouldn't be monitored. If it wasn't a wrong number, only one person would know it.

"A cell phone? What cell phone?" Fulan was confused. Seeing her child almost crying, she said, "If this music is coming from your cell phone, I think it should be by the bedside, because the sound is coming from there." "

Everyone could hear the direction of the sound, but unfortunately, Mingye's left ear was faulty. Relying on only one ear, he could only hear the sound but couldn't pinpoint the exact location."

Hearing this, Mingye pushed through the stunned crowd and rushed back to his bedside. Finally, he found his phone in a drawer. Just before he opened it to answer, the ringtone had already ended and was automatically cut off. Mingye stared at the incoming call, his heart pounding, feeling dizzy—"

Heavens, please allow me to hope!"

In this most critical moment, he thanked his past hardships for training him to remain calm in the face of danger. With trembling hands, he stroked the phone, forcing himself to calm down and think carefully. A few seconds later, he vanished from the room, leaving behind a room full of bewildered people.

In the monitoring room of the Endless Underground Palace, all the staff were stunned by the sudden arrival of the young prince. His face... He was as thin as paper, as haggard as a ghost, yet his eyes shone with a frightening light. Before they could even react, the young prince's orders were issued in quick succession without hesitation.

An ordinary person in his situation would have immediately dialed back without a second thought. But he didn't. He first ordered the intelligence department to thoroughly investigate the caller ID: was it official or private? How long had it been used? Were there any call records? In which region was it most frequently used? Simultaneously, he instructed the spy department's hackers to steal all channels from three civilian satellites and detect the signal reception location. Because the demon race didn't have its own satellites, they had to "borrow" those from other countries. Fortunately, the experts in the monitoring room were already adept at deciphering foreign official firewalls. Everything was ready in just a minute or two.

"Your Highness, signal tracking can begin at any time." Mingye

nodded, suppressing his almost suffocatingly rapid heartbeat, turned on his phone, and pressed the call-back button—

Tianhun Chuan 145

Qianfan listened to the ringing phone, one ring after another, but no one answered until the connection was automatically disconnected due to excessive time.

Seeing his dejected look, Guiyi sneered: "No one answered, right? No wonder, you've been here for quite a while now, maybe your lover has already found someone else and forgotten you. In this world, who can't live without whom? You're just too stubborn."

"No, no, he must have had an accident..."

"Who's in trouble?" A deep male voice suddenly rang out, almost startling the two people in the room out of their wits.

Gui Yi stiffly turned his head to face the person who came in, forced a smile, swallowed hard, and said, "Hehe, Uncle... Uncle, weren't you supposed to be in Shuntian City for a meeting? Why... are you back so early?"

Qian Fan took advantage of Gui Yi's figure unintentionally blocking the view of the clan chief Cheng Long, and quickly hid his phone under his pillow.

The clan chief's face was already very bad, ashen, and he walked up to his nephew, his voice cold and unfamiliar: "What are you doing here?"

"N-nothing..." A storm was brewing. Gui Yi was the only son in the family, and his uncle had always doted on him, rarely showing him any displeasure, let alone such a furious expression, as if he wanted to chop him into eight pieces. Gui Yi knew his uncle was furious this time. His heart pounded, and he could only lower his head, stammering, "I know you...you didn't want me to come, I was just...curious...so I came to take a look..."

Gui Yi thought his uncle must dislike his new favorite being coveted by others, which was why he wouldn't allow him to set foot in this villa. But that wasn't the case. Only Clan Chief Cheng Long knew who was imprisoned in this house. He didn't want his nephew to get involved in this mess, just to protect him, fearing that if anything happened, Gui Yi wouldn't be implicated. Unfortunately, his spoiled nephew didn't understand his good intentions.

"No one knows you've been here, right?" Cheng Long grabbed his collar, his tone chilling and terrifying.

Gui Yi quickly shook his head: "No, no."

"Then get out of here right now, and don't tell anyone you've been here or seen anyone. Understand?"

Gui Yi looked at his uncle's solemn face and began to feel uneasy. Things might be more complicated than he imagined. He involuntarily turned to look at Qian Fan, who was also terrified and collapsed on the bed, her face pale. Then, his collar was grabbed and shaken violently: "Did you understand what I said?!" His uncle roared in his ear again. He quickly looked away and nodded frantically: "I understand, I understand."

"Very good, then leave immediately..."

Just then, a clear bell rang from the bed.

Gui Yi's scalp tingled, and Qian Fan was even more terrified, her hands and feet turning ice cold. Chief Chenglong abandoned his nephew and walked towards Qianfan, narrowing his eyes with a chillingly fierce glint in them: "What's that sound? A cell phone?"

"I...I..." Qianfan retreated further and further, his back against the headboard, with nowhere to escape. He had hidden his phone under the pillow behind him. Facing imminent danger, he suddenly felt a desperate urge. He quickly reached under the pillow, pulled out his phone, and with a "click," answered it, shouting into the receiver:

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Save me, I...I'm..."

The phone was forcefully snatched away. Chief Chenglong pressed him firmly onto the bed with one hand and threw the stolen phone out the window with the other. Looking at his stunned nephew, he understood how the phone had gotten its way: "Get out of here, you brat!" he roared at Guiyi.

But Guiyi was clearly still reeling from the shock of being called "Little Prince." He stood frozen in place, his legs feeling rooted to the spot, and only one thought echoed in his mind: Oh no! This time it's really bad! He's in deep trouble!

Clan Chief Chenglong slapped him across the face, and Guiyi lost his balance and fell to the ground, but his collar was immediately grabbed. His uncle roared at him viciously, "You don't want to die, do you? Huh, answer me? Do you want to die?"

Guiyi shook his head almost reflexively.

His uncle suddenly softened his tone: "Very good. If you don't want to die, go back to your room right now, cover yourself with the blankets and sleep soundly, forget everything that happened here. If anyone asks you anything, just say you don't know. Understand?" Only when his nephew's eyes finally brightened did the clan chief Chenglong breathe a sigh of relief and his expression soften: "Alright, good boy, go back to your room now. It's alright, don't be afraid."

Guiyi didn't know how he got out of the room. He was thinking about things, going over all the details—

the first time they met, Qianfan mistook him for someone else, and in their subsequent conversations, he kept mentioning "that child, that child," saying that the person was very young and needed his care... But how could he have imagined? The lover he was talking about was actually the young prince?! And how could his uncle have captured the young prince's male favorite and imprisoned him at home? This... this is really...

A scream suddenly came from behind him. Guiyi turned around and saw his uncle carrying Qianfan on his shoulder as he walked out of the room. Qianfan struggled incessantly, but his hands were roughly bound behind his back by the clan chief, and his mouth was stuffed with a large wad of cloth, preventing him from making a sound. He could only whimper mournfully, his long hair disheveled, looking pitiful and wretched.

Qianfan saw Guiyi standing not far away, casting a pleading look at him.

Guiyi couldn't ignore it and stepped in front of Clan Chief Chenglong again: "Uncle! Uncle, what do you intend to do with him?"

The clan chief gritted his teeth: "Hmph! This wretched woman, she even dragged you into this, I won't let her get away with it!"

"

Your Highness! Your Highness! Save me, I... I'm..."

His heart ached; the lover he thought he had lost forever was pleading for his help. Mingye held his phone, stunned and speechless for a long time—it was Qianfan! He heard Qianfan's voice! Qianfan wasn't dead! Overwhelmed with ecstasy, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, silently and freely, regardless of the situation—

"Hahaha! Heaven has finally rewarded me, heaven has finally rewarded me!"

His heart, once frozen by the loss of his beloved, now burned brightly once more. All the staff stared in horror at this unfamiliar young prince, who had completely lost his composure, laughing maniacally and hysterically, almost insane, while tears streamed down his face. No one in the control room dared to make a sound to disturb him until he slowly calmed down.

Mingye wiped his face, and everyone quickly came to their senses. The intelligence department had already retrieved the data: "Your Highness, the location of the receiving signal has been traced. It's in the southwest of the city, at coordinates 25/103." A 3D map appeared on the screen, locking onto a specific point. At this moment, the intelligence department also delivered information: "Your Highness, we've found it. That number is a privately used, randomly registered number. It was sold four days ago at a chain store on Seventh Street in the west of the city."

"...It's the territory of the Chenglong family..." Mingye closed his eyes and pondered, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. His anger, like a ferocious beast, devoured his reason. In the past, he was the regent prince of the demon race. This identity constantly bound him, forcing him to prioritize national interests in everything he did. Now, that concern was gone. A dangerous and chilling killing intent emanated from him.

The monitoring equipment sounded an alarm. "Your Highness!" someone turned around and reported urgently: "There's a thermal reaction in the southwest direction. The Chenglong family has erected a protective barrier, and..." The data on the computer updated rapidly. The intelligence personnel listened to the signal in the microphone, their hands constantly tapping on the keyboard, deciphering the code in the signal. "Moreover, they issued an ultimatum, calling on the three noble families to unite and jointly... to execute the traitors!"

The words fell silent, all eyes turning to Mingye.

"Execute them? Ha, what arrogance."

Suddenly, someone rose from their seat, silently kneeling on the ground, placing their hands before their forehead—a unique ritual of the demon race, signifying unwavering loyalty. Then, more and more people rose from their seats and knelt. Mingye looked up and saw the control room filled with a dark mass of kneeling people.

These young people had achieved their current success under the tutelage and promotion of the young prince. He was their only respected and loyal master. As for those who accused the young prince of treason, in their eyes, they were nothing but a pile of dog shit. If it weren't for the young prince's resolute surrender to the Heavenly Realm back then, they wouldn't be alive today. As long as one is alive, there is hope. Those "patriots" who are tired of living or feel that living is a disgrace to their self-respect can commit suicide to die for their country. There is no need to live a good life while accusing the young prince of treason.

Mingye's smile deepened, and he gave a firm order: "All personnel, listen up! The Chenglong family intends to rebel and instigate a coup within the country's borders. Immediately issue a public notice: the entire nation is on high alert. In thirty minutes, the Chenglong family's territory will be sealed off. All unrelated personnel must evacuate immediately. All spaceships are to stand by in the airspace southwest of the city, ready to encircle and suppress the rebels at any time."

"Yes, sir!" everyone responded loudly, quickly returning to their positions. The resources in the control room were fully activated, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

"Your Highness, should we intercept their summons?"

"No need!" Mingye smiled, revealing his gleaming white canine teeth. "Let him summon. We'll use this opportunity to wipe out all the opposing forces in one fell swoop, saving me the time of playing hide-and-seek with them."

"Your Highness, the Imperial Guards are all under the control of the Chenglong family. Should the capital take some defensive measures?"

It's laughable. The remaining demons number only about 30,000. Even if the population-to-army ratio is 10:1, the Chenglong family can only mobilize a few thousand people. They think they can fight him head-on with such a weak force? They're overestimating themselves! "Send a warning to the Imperial Guards. Those who submit to the royal family should withdraw within these thirty minutes. The royal family will not only forgive them but also promote them by one rank. Those who are stubborn and refuse to change their ways will be executed as traitors."

"Mingye!" The Demon Lord rushed in, grabbing his younger brother's arm and turning him to face him. He rushed over, panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat. Following him were the officials who had just been dealing with the gods. Hearing the warning, everyone turned pale.

Escaping the gods' clutches and arriving here was remarkably fast.

"Mingye, why did you suddenly start a civil war? Give me a reason! Is it because of that phone call? Who called you? Tell me, speak up!" In

Chapter 147 of *The Legend of Heavenly Souls

*, Hengye, the older brother, was still scolding his younger brother like a child. Unfortunately, the child in his eyes was no longer a child. He refused to try to understand and accept the current Mingye. In truth, unbeknownst to him, his younger brother had already been forced to transform, growing into someone he didn't recognize—cunning, shrewd, and ruthless. It was precisely because of this that the Demon Clan existed today, and that Shuntian City was so prosperous. And beneath Shuntian City lay a terrifying secret capable of overturning the Three Realms.

Mingye broke free of the Demon Lord's grasp and took two steps back: "All along, I've lived for the people I love. From now on, I will live for those who love me."

Hengye looked at the formation on the fluorescent screen; dozens of celestial warships had already sailed towards the southwest sky, his younger brother seemingly poised to wipe them out: "You, you can't be so willful! No matter how the nobles offend you, Mingye, they are still your people, and this place is still your country..."

Mingye pressed a switch, playing the Chenglong family's declaration of war for everyone to hear. The officials turned pale upon hearing it and fell silent. Mingye said, "They want to execute me. I wonder what the Demon Lord thinks? Do you also support them killing me?"

"Mingye, I don't..."

"That's right, this is my country, they are my people, the people I once fought with all my might to protect. But my lord, don't forget, it was you who united to impeach me, it was you who wanted to get rid of me, who didn't want me!" Mingye turned his face away angrily and ordered, "Have the Sky Ships launch anti-thermal magnetic energy to neutralize their protective barrier."

"No, all Sky Ships return to base, they are not allowed to participate in the battle!" Hengye turned his younger brother's shoulder: "Mingye, what's wrong with you? Can't you talk things out? Why do you have to bring it to the point of fighting?" Lady Fulan couldn't help but interject and advise, "Your Highness, you should think twice. There are very few Demon Clan people left. We can't keep killing each other." But Mingye's eyes were cold and hard, and he was unmoved. Finally, Wei Chenwangyue could only coldly remind him from the side, "You have already handed over all power to the Demon Lord and are no longer the Regent Prince. You are currently under house arrest and have no authority to allocate any resources belonging to the Demon Clan."

It's always like this! No one has ever stood by his side. Mingye stared blankly at the three people before him who were once the people he trusted and relied on most. He felt incredibly lonely and cold, and slumped his head in despair. What defeated him wasn't his enemies, but his closest relatives.

"Fine, fine, fine..." So, all his efforts, all his sacrifices, in the end, no one believed him, helped him, or loved him. Mingye thought, he could finally let go of everything here. He was finally, truly alone.

His heart suddenly felt lighter: "You're right. The Demon Clan is no longer my concern, no longer my right, no longer my responsibility."

In front of everyone, he used teleportation. In the blink of an eye, his proud figure appeared above the Chenglong family territory.

His robes billowed in the wind as Mingye rode the wind, attempting to approach the protective barrier. But the powerful energy completely shielded the territory, impenetrable to any physical entity or spiritual force. How ironic, this defensive technology was something he had painstakingly developed, investing vast sums of money and working day and night with engineers from the Ministry of Science and Technology.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Save me, I… I’m…"

Qianfan! Don't be afraid, Qianfan, I’m coming to save you!

There was no other way. Mingye knew very well how strong this barrier was. "Fierce Fall!" A low cry rang out, and his hidden power was unleashed. Before him appeared a massive, blazing fireball, bursting forth with dazzling flames that even eclipsed the sun in the sky.

On the divine race's celestial warship, the Fourth Prince, looking at the image displayed on the fluorescent screen, was overjoyed: "Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Hehe, this child has actually seen the light today and is willing to inherit the power of the Shayunluo clan! Congratulations! It's worth all the effort we've put into him."

Lady Lanqin stood behind him, her face full of worry. Women are usually more meticulous and thoughtful, unlike men's carelessness and optimism: "I'm not entirely at ease. Mingye has always been very resistant to inheriting the power of his bloodline. What could have made him suddenly overcome his concerns and stop resisting?"

"The reason can be investigated slowly later. He is finally willing to face and acknowledge his origins, which is a great blessing for the human, demon, and god realms." The Fourth Prince smiled with relief: "That's wonderful. Yaoxing has awakened before Anxing."

Heaven

and earth fell into chaos, just like the beginning of creation, without sun or moon, with fierce winds blowing the celestial warship to pieces.

"Get closer, record the footage, and document the entire process!" the Fourth Prince ordered the captain.

The ship suddenly tilted severely, cracking sounds emanating from its hull. The entire spaceship seemed about to fall apart; those inside had to hold onto stable objects to avoid being thrown overboard.

The captain shut down the automatic navigation system and took the helm himself: "No! My lord, we must leave immediately. The energy reaction here is too intense; the ship can't withstand it."

How could he miss the moment Yao Xing awakened? The Fourth Prince turned and whispered to his wife, "Lanqin!"

Lanqin, hailed as the strongest seal in the Heavenly Realm, shook her head with a complex expression. "I'm powerless. Even if I set up a protective barrier, I might not be able to protect the entire celestial ship."

"What do you mean? You...you mean..."

Lanqin's bitter smile confirmed his guess: "That's right, Zhanfengque is no longer with me."

The Fourth Prince was shocked and looked out the window: "As expected of Yaoxing, able to inherit two divine artifacts with conflicting attributes simultaneously."

The fireball enveloped Mingye, her small body curled up like a sleeping infant. But Mingye's will remained clear. The divine sword Lieyun felt its power being gradually absorbed by its young master, merging into his Heavenly Soul. Like a painter mixing one color into another, the fusion was incredibly fast and unimpeded. The master's Heavenly Soul was as powerful as a black hole, capable of absorbing everything without limit.

"Lie Yun, I need your power. You must submit to me and obey my commands."

The two communicated through will, and Lie Yun chuckled, "I have long awaited this moment. As long as you have the blood of the Sha Yun Luo clan flowing in your veins, as long as you are the strongest in the clan, I will forever regard you as my only master."

"Very good! Then, the contract is complete."

The flames on the sphere of light dissipated, and the world was restored to light. A man and a sword stood proudly between heaven and earth.

Divine weapons change their appearance according to their master's personality and abilities. When Lie Yun was still in the hands of the Fourth Prince, it was a long, slender, and exceptionally beautiful sword. Now, wielded by Ming Ye, it was as if reborn, taking on a different form—the blade was entirely transparent, a deep purple, as if carved from amethyst, shimmering with a domineering yet alluring light.

The Imperial Physician's youngest son, Shui Zhiyan, leaned against the window of the celestial warship, staring intently at the boy floating alone in the air: "Sister, he is the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

Shui Xinsha beside him remained silent. From the moment the fireball appeared, her face darkened. The fireball reminded her of the night the Sacred Heart Fruit was stolen; the thief she fought had also released a similar fireball. Was it a coincidence? Aside from height and build, the thief's aura of celestial soul energy was strikingly similar to that of the young demon prince before her… Shui Xinsha narrowed her eyes, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.

Meanwhile, Gui Yi, within the territory shrouded in protective barriers, was ordered by the clan leader to remain in his room, forbidden to leave even a step. The door was locked, and the room was heavily guarded. In the past, he would have been trapped. But now, things were different; he had mastered teleportation, making leaving the room incredibly easy. Qian Fan had been taken somewhere by his uncle, and judging by his uncle's furious expression, Qian Fan was unlikely to fare well. Not rescuing him could lead to death.

Gui Yi used his nimble foot teleportation to escape from the heavily guarded room. Afraid of running into his uncle, he could only sneak around taking shortcuts. He would occasionally ask a guard about Qian Fan's whereabouts, but unfortunately, he couldn't find anyone who knew anything. Just as he was getting anxious, a hand suddenly darted out and pulled him aside. Gui Yi looked closely and saw that it was the physician who had been taking care of Qian Fan in the other courtyard!

Gui Yi was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "You're with your uncle, you must know where he took that human man! Quick! Tell me!"

The physician didn't answer but asked instead, "Young master, the whole city is under martial law now. Why didn't you listen to the clan leader and stay in your room? Why are you wandering around outside? It's very dangerous."

"Oh dear!" Gui Yi jumped up and down anxiously, "Stop talking nonsense, just tell me where he is!!"

Under repeated questioning, the physician finally stammered, "The clan leader... the clan leader threw him into the military camp..."

"The military camp?! My God!" Gui Yi rolled his eyes, feeling utterly helpless. The military camp was full of muscular men with unsatisfied desires. With a beautiful and tender woman like Qian Fan on their side, how could they not take advantage of her? His uncle's intention in throwing her there was obvious. Gui Yi grabbed the doctor's collar and sprinted towards the military camp: "Come on! Hurry up and come with me, or we'll be in big trouble."

The camp erupted in chaos, the lewd laughter of men echoing from afar.

Gui Yi burst through the door and was stunned by the depraved scene inside—a large crowd had gathered, and three men were simultaneously riding on Qian Fan, enjoying his body. Qian Fan lay supine on the table, his white thighs spread wide, a tall man standing in the middle, thrusting into his genitals. His head drooped from the edge of the table, a thick penis inserted into his mouth, and another man straddled his abdomen, rubbing his large breasts against his penis in a masturbation act…

Gui Yi was dumbfounded, unsure how to react. Before he arrived, Qian Fan had already been raped by multiple men, his body covered in thick semen, looking utterly wretched. The three men, blinded by ecstasy, frantically ravaged his weakened body, quickly ejaculating one after another with cries of pleasure.

Each of them shot once, quite satisfied, and then the others took their turn.

"Hey, stop..." Gui Yi was about to step forward to stop them, but was pulled back by the physician.

"Young Master, what do you think you're doing? The clan leader ordered them to torture him to death. Mind your own business."

Gui Yi was only a step too slow; Qian Fan was lifted up again by the men, one of them holding his legs and pulling him to a sitting position, thrusting into his anus from behind. The opening, already drenched in semen, was easily penetrated. Another man came to Qian Fan, supporting his waist, and forcefully shoved his swollen, purple penis into the tip of his vagina.

Gui Yi looked at the pitiful figure, squeezed between two men like a rag doll, too weak to cry or scream, his eyes lifeless, his body heaving from side to side, his breasts swaying wildly, fluids streaming down his face—clearly, he had been raped to the point of delirium. Suddenly, the man in front released his waist, his iron claws grabbing at his breasts, causing two streams of milk to spurt out and spray onto the opposite wall. The men let out a low-class laugh.

Gui Yi couldn't bear it any longer. He broke free of the doctor's arm: "Stop! Stop right now!" He rushed over and punched the man to the ground. The others, respecting his status, dared not move. Gui Yi helped Qian Fan lie down and turned to call the physician, "What are you standing there for? Come and help save him!"

Not only the physician, but also a group of men were indignant: "Young Master, it was the clan leader who told us..."

"Shut up!" Gui Yi shouted coldly, staring at the physician, "Do you know whose man he is? Do you know whose child he is carrying? If something happens to him, the consequences will be unimaginable! Our entire clan will be buried with him!"

His words were so serious that everyone looked at each other in shock. Just then, the sky suddenly darkened, and the entire world became like a room with the lights off, pitch black. Soldiers rushed outside to see what had happened. Someone shouted, "Look, what's that? There's a ball of fire in the sky."

After

the fireball dissipated, everyone finally saw the cold, aloof figure standing proudly in the wind, "It's...it's the young prince!"

"He's here!" Gui Yi shuddered.

"Your Highness?" The physician gasped, stammering as he approached, "Young Master, this, this person, could it be that..." Before he could finish, a voice invaded everyone's minds—

"Cheng Long, return him to me immediately! This is your last chance."

Ming Ye didn't move his mouth, only transmitting his thoughts.

A deafening boom echoed as the ground shook, and a surface-to-air missile ripped through the sky, hurtling towards Ming Ye with a sharp whistling sound. Weapons like these are indeed powerful, but while they might be effective against humans, how could they possibly harm Yao Xing, protected by a powerful Heavenly Soul? The high-speed missile was intercepted by an invisible shield ten meters away from Ming Ye.

"Is this your answer?" Ming Ye raised his hand, flicked his finger forward, and a blinding light flashed, instantly turning the missile in mid-air into a pile of dust.

"I can give you life, and I can also give you death!"

The divine sword in his hand blazed with purple light. Mingye raised the sword and slashed downwards. The sword light, like a dragon sweeping across the earth, instantly tore the seemingly impregnable protective barrier in two, leaving it unable to continue. The purplish-black flames, like the karmic fire spewed from hell, carved deep marks into the ground. Wherever they went, everything was reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

The military camp buildings were affected; half of the building collapsed with a "whoosh." Guiyi quickly lay on top of the unconscious Qianfan. The doctor and the two of them were covered in debris, their faces and heads splattered with lime and rubble. Those unfortunate soldiers buried under the rubble howled in pain, making a desperate, death-defying struggle.

Guiyi checked Qianfan over and confirmed that he wasn't injured by the rubble. Then he cursed, "That bastard, the young prince, attacked recklessly, doesn't he care about hurting his own wife?" He pushed Qianfan towards the physician: "You have medicine on you, right? Quickly clean him up and treat him, and it would be best to wake him up. We mustn't let the young prince see him in this miserable state, that guy will go berserk and wipe out our entire clan! What are you standing there for? Attack! Be quick, I'll go bring the young prince over, if we delay any longer I'm afraid he'll massacre the city."

Guiyi's teleportation skills were only rudimentary, and he couldn't fly, so he could only leap onto the tallest building, spread his arms, and signal the young prince to cease fire.

"It's the young master! What is the young master doing there?" The clan elders were terrified. Guiyi's parents were both horrified to see their son so recklessly swaggering on the rooftop. "Big brother!" His father pleaded with the clan chief for help.

Chief Chenglong was furious: "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on him and lock him in his room? How did he sneak out? That brat, always causing trouble!" He cursed harshly, but inwardly he was extremely worried. He turned to his subordinates and ordered, "Quickly, pull the young master back. Be careful, don't let him get hurt."

Mingye never expected that the person who came out to greet him would be Guiyi. Shouldn't Chief Chenglong have kept this precious nephew well hidden? Guiyi was still frantically waving to get his attention, but in less than half a second, Mingye was standing right in front of him, startling him.

"Hey, you suddenly appeared, you scared me to death!" He patted his chest twice and took Mingye's hand: "I know where the person you're looking for is. Come with me."

Mingye's heart pounded. His body temperature was always low, and now his palms were sweaty. Not worried about what tricks this rookie Guiyi might play on him, he followed him all the way to a dilapidated building.

Fortunately, the physician had a good habit of carrying some life-saving medicine with him, and he gave Qianfan one. Several rooms in the military camp were duty rooms. From the scattered belongings, the physician found a clean cotton cloth and a sheet, and began expertly tending to his poor male concubine. He used the cloth to wipe away the marks left by the other men on Qianfan's body from head to toe. The medicine quickly took effect; Qianfan's hands and feet gradually warmed up, and he groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. The physician was overjoyed and quickly helped him sit up: "You're awake?"

Having just suffered repeated humiliations, Qianfan was terrified at the sight of the man's face, retreating like a frightened bird.

The physician draped the sheet over his naked body and said gently, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Qianfan stood up against the wall, staring at him warily, then suddenly rushed towards the door.

"Hey, you can't run!" The physician chased after him.

Qianfan was terrified. She kept looking back as she ran, but didn't see the road ahead clearly. As soon as she stepped out the door, she bumped into someone.

Mingye stared blankly at the person who had crashed into his arms—a head of black hair, a slender and beautiful body, gentle and serene eyes—it was the person he had longed for day and night. He casually tossed aside Lieyun, tightly embracing Qianfan's waist, like a lone, drifting swallow finally returning to its warm home. His tightly wound nerves instantly relaxed. He burst into tears, burying his face in Qianfan's chest, completely disregarding his image, sobbing uncontrollably: "Qianfan! Qianfan!! I thought I'd never see you again! Waaah… I missed you so much! I missed you so much! Waaah…" The lover

he

once thought he would lose forever was now held tightly in his arms. Qianfan's body was warm—it felt so good! He was still there, he was still alive, he had returned to his life—it felt so good! Unable to contain his grief, Mingye wept uncontrollably, his joy overflowing like a flood bursting its banks.

Guiyi, watching from the side, shook his head, thinking: "How could someone so proud and beautiful cry like this? His little face is all scrunched up, like a dried plum, so ugly! Look at Qianfan, he's crying too, but he cries so beautifully.

" "Your Highness, I've finally... waited for you..." Qianfan sobbed, stroking the child's hair again and again, then gently kissing him. All the heartache in his heart turned into countless tears, sliding down his cheeks one by one. His body, weakened by the ordeal, could no longer bear it. He didn't even have time to properly reunite with his beloved child before his head slumped and his body collapsed limply.

"Qianfan!" Mingye quickly caught him, letting him lean against him. As his arm crossed Qianfan's chest, it accidentally brushed against a prominent nipple. "Ah~" Qianfan groaned softly, his limp body involuntarily arching upwards. Only then did Mingye notice his abnormality—his fair neck was covered with clear, glaring bruises. What, what is this?! Mingye was shocked and impatiently reached out to pull down the sheet covering Qianfan to see clearly.

Qianfan regained his senses and found the child's chilling gaze fixed on him, his little hand reaching for the sheet to pull it down. "No!" he cried out shrilly, clutching the sheet tightly and refusing to let go. His phoenix eyes, brimming with tears, looked at Mingye with despair: "Don't look!! Your Highness... please don't look... at me like this..." Qianfan's heart was broken. His body under the sheet had been defiled beyond recognition by a group of men. He still remembered the aching sensation of his lower body being filled with hot, white semen. And his breasts were unnaturally large, even ejaculating milk under the men's caresses. He felt utterly worthless, unable even to protect his lover's body. He was terrified, afraid that his child's eyes would reflect the same deep disdain and disgust as everyone else's.

"Damn beast!" Mingye roared, setting down Qianfan and charging at the physician with his sword drawn. "I'll take your dog's life!"

The physician, timid as he watched the amethyst sword approach his brow, collapsed to his knees, crying out, "It wasn't me! Your Highness, spare me!" Fortunately, Guiyi intervened, blocking his path. A sharp "bang" rang out as shards of ice flew everywhere. Guiyi's ice sword, forged with all his might, was as fragile as glass against Lieyun, but his intervention did slow Mingye's attack.

"Young Master, save me!" The physician, disregarding everything else, clung to Guiyi's legs.

"Don't wrong an innocent person. He wasn't the one who bullied Qianfan; he's just a doctor." Guiyi pointed to the half-collapsed military camp behind them. "When the buildings collapsed, those people were buried alive underneath. Your Highness! Now is not the time to settle scores. Qianfan's condition is very bad. You must take him back to the palace quickly so the imperial physician can examine him—he's pregnant with your child!"

"What did you say? Qianfan, he..." After a few seconds of stunned silence, Mingye's mind returned to normal. He ran back and helped the barely breathing Qianfan up from the ground, staring at his abdomen in disbelief. It was still flat, and there was nothing to see. "Qianfan, is what he said true? You..." He put down his sword and gently placed his hand on Qianfan's lower abdomen: "You're pregnant?"

Qianfan forced himself to stay awake, carefully observing the child's expression. Unfortunately, the child's mind was too deep for him to understand. He felt even more uneasy and panicked. He was a man, and now he was pregnant. He didn't know how His Highness would view him. Wouldn't he find it strange and disgusting? And would he even like a child conceived by a lowly male concubine?

"Your Highness..."

Seeing that he hesitated for a long time without denying it, then it really was true!

"You're pregnant, aren't you? Qianfan, you're carrying a baby?!" His surprised gaze lingered on Qianfan's face and abdomen, and Mingye excitedly hugged Qianfan, laughing foolishly. It was extremely difficult for demons to have offspring. Even with a lifespan of a thousand years, they might not be able to give birth to an heir to their bloodline. The young demon king, so young, had his beloved pregnant with his child; the pride and joy of becoming a father for the first time was unimaginable.

Qianfan nestled in his arms, clutching his clothes tightly, his face ashen. "Your Highness, please listen to me first..." He hesitated, raising his eyes to look at Mingye with sorrow.

"What's wrong?" Mingye noticed the strangeness in his expression, suppressing his smile and waiting quietly.

"..."

Qianfan struggled for a long time with whether or not to tell the truth. He couldn't bear to see the young prince heartbroken and disappointed, but he didn't want to lie to him even more.

"The child in your belly might... might not be the young prince's... might be another man's..." He lowered his eyelashes, not daring to look at Mingye's expression, his voice so soft that he could barely hear himself. "If it's not the young prince's child... then I... I won't want it." He mustered all his courage to finish speaking, tears streaming down his face.

Mingye froze, feeling as if someone had stabbed him hard in the chest.

"I'm sorry, young prince... you'd better have the doctor examine this child first..."

"You big idiot!" Mingye's heart was breaking. He lowered his head and gently kissed away each tear on Qianfan's face. "No need for a test! Qianfan's child is my child. Don't say anything like 'I don't want him' anymore; it will hurt the baby." Mingye softened his voice, lovingly stroking Qianfan's lower abdomen. "Just give birth to this baby, okay, Qianfan? He's my child. I'll give him everything. I'll love and cherish him with all my might." Having regained his lost love, Mingye naturally cherished him even more. After bringing Qianfan back to the palace, he immediately summoned the imperial physicians to give him a full examination. Except for necessary contact, Mingye wouldn't

allow

anyone else to touch Qianfan. When the examination was finished, the sedative in Qianfan's body hadn't worn off; he was fast asleep and hadn't woken up. Mingye personally carried him to bed and set up a powerful barrier around the palace, strictly prohibiting anyone from approaching.

Qianfan, guarding his deep affection, was separated from the young prince. During these days of separation, he had suffered greatly, and his body had naturally become thinner. The young prince was in a crucial stage of growth, and although he had suffered quite a bit, he had grown taller and stronger, making it easier for him to carry the frail Qianfan.

After settling Qianfan on the bed and lowering the nine-layered gauze curtains, Mingye took a few more reluctant glances before leaving and going to the study, where several imperial physicians were already waiting.

Whether due to a bad mood or recovery from a serious illness, the young prince's complexion was not good. The older physician, holding the report in his hand, hesitated, glancing uneasily at the young prince seated above. Although the child was young and had just been impeached by officials, losing power in court, this did not diminish his innate dignity. A sharp glance swept over him, and the physician quickly lowered his head, unconsciously taking a step back. The report in his hand felt heavy, making it even harder to speak.

Seeing his predicament, Mingye was also prepared, slightly toning down his imposing manner and focusing his gaze on a young man. Among a group of senior imperial physicians, his aged face stood out, and he was the only one who dared to stand ramrod straight and look directly at the young prince.

"You," Mingye nodded to him, "you explain the situation to me."

This man was indeed an excellent physician; he began to state his case calmly, without any personal emotion. Mingye slightly adjusted his posture. Having completely lost hearing in his left ear, he hadn't yet adjusted and was extremely agitated. He had to sit sideways, trying to get his right ear closer to the speaker to hear more clearly.

"The patient's heart was infected with a demonic Gu worm—the Heart-Eating Worm—causing myocardial damage. We found a shadow in his left ventricle; it was a dead adult worm. It's estimated the worm died inside the patient before it could burst out of the chest. At the same time, we also detected the highly toxic *Tu Mi* in the patient's blood. This poison, once it enters the body, immediately invades the bone marrow, and there is no antidote; it should theoretically leave no trace. Strangely, after the patient ingested the poison, his body produced antibodies. While these antibodies couldn't eliminate the toxin, they effectively slowed its invasion of the bone marrow, which is why we were able to detect it. This is nothing short of a miracle. As for why he developed antibodies against *Tu Mi*, we haven't found the reason yet. If we find the reason, perhaps we can create an antidote, and then the patient can be saved."

"You mean, if we can't find the reason, he'll die?"

The young imperial physician pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. "I'm sorry, Your Highness, that's exactly the case." The other imperial physicians present all cast reproachful glances at him, seemingly annoyed that he had been too blunt. The young prince's face was frighteningly pale.

Mingye hid his hands under his sleeves, clenching his fists tightly, digging his nails into his palms to force back the tears welling in his eyes. "How much longer?" he asked.

The young imperial physician seemed oblivious to the winks from the others, maintaining his usual cold and composed tone. He said, "If Your Highness is asking how long it will take to develop an antidote, there is no answer to that question yet. If Your Highness is asking how long the patient can hold on without an antidote, I can tell you frankly, no more than three months." After he finished speaking, everyone else in the room knelt down in unison. Only he remained standing, glancing around as if he didn't understand their actions.

“Three months…three months…” Mingye murmured unconsciously, repeating it several times before asking again, “The fetus in his womb…”

“Oh,” the young imperial physician smirked, “we’ve already tested it, and the genetic match with His Highness is 99.999%. We can confirm that it is indeed His Highness’s child…”

“That’s not what I’m asking!” Mingye snapped impatiently, “The child, the child in his womb, can it be saved? I mean, what if…what if…” He moved his mouth a few times, but couldn’t finish his sentence.

"With current medical technology, ectopic embryo culture is not a problem, but unfortunately, mother and child are connected by blood, and the fetus in his womb is also infected with the virus. We are powerless to help. Your Highness, please don't blame me for being blunt, but given his current physical condition, this pregnancy is not optimistic. Pregnancy will only increase the burden

on his body. From a medical point of view, I suggest that it is best to terminate the pregnancy. The patient may live a little longer." After a long silence, Mingye finally sighed wearily: "From now on, I appoint you as the attending physician. You must report to me in detail about his condition and progress, without any concealment." He waved his hand, dismissing everyone, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He pushed away the palace maids who came to help him and dragged himself out of the study with difficulty.

Before he even reached the room, he could hear faint sobbing coming from inside. Although the little devil was deaf in one ear, he was very sensitive to this sound. Rushing into the room, he lifted the curtain and saw the person on the bed weeping incessantly in their sleep.

Qianfan was having a nightmare, dreaming of the most terrifying scene—he was being carried on the clan chief's shoulder, being taken somewhere unknown. He was terrified; the clan chief's eyes were red with rage, he would never let him go. Qianfan didn't know what would happen next, only one thought flashed through his mind: perhaps this time, he really would die! If he died, he would never see the little prince again… No! No! He didn't want to die… The clan chief took him to a place and threw him on the ground. There were many, many men there, and every one of them had a terrifying green light in their eyes when they saw him—a blatant lust. He kept backing away and begging for mercy, but the men ignored him, just leering and pouncing on him, groping him all over. He couldn't resist, his hands were tied behind his back, his clothes were quickly torn to shreds, the men wantonly touching him, kissing him, licking him… He couldn't resist! He couldn't resist! And so they raped and humiliated him one after another...

"No! No... Your Highness... Save me! Your Highness..."

"Qianfan! Qianfan! Wake up, I'm here!" Mingye picked him up and gently shook him a few times, trying to wake him. Seeing his face covered in tears and hearing his constant cries for help in his dream, Mingye cried sadly. "Waaah... Qianfan, what will I do if you're gone?" He buried his face in Qianfan's neck, "Don't leave me alone again, waaah... Qianfan, take me with you wherever you go, okay? Waaah..." The awakening of the 152nd Star in

the Heavenly Soul Chronicles

was a matter of life and death for the Three Realms, a matter of utmost importance. The Heavenly Emperor originally intended to summon Mingye to his throne to give him a proper instruction and explain the great righteousness, but the decree had been issued for several days without any response, as if it had sunk into the sea.

The Fourth Prince also longed to meet his youngest disciple, the heir to the Fierce Fallen Divine Sword, but ever since his display of divine power that day, the little fellow had locked himself in his palace, never stepping out. The gods were originally unrestrained throughout the Three Realms; the mere Demon Palace couldn't even stop the Fourth Prince's advance. However, his youngest disciple had also reclaimed the Renqian clan's divine weapon, the Wind-Slaying Sword, and erected an extremely strong barrier around his palace, keeping everyone he didn't want to see outside. Even Lan Qin, hailed as the strongest seal in the Heavenly Realm, was powerless against it.

The coup that occurred a few days ago in the Demon Realm—the warships and armies were now all back to their duties, seemingly peaceful on the surface—was far from over. Within the Chenglong family's territory, an ancient divine weapon stood, radiating brilliant light, like a golden bell sealing off the entire territory, isolating it from the outside world. Those outside couldn't enter, and those inside couldn't even dream of leaving. Everyone could see that the young prince's anger hadn't subsided, yet he made no further move, leaving everyone guessing his intentions and further unsettling the demons.

Several more days passed, and the young prince still hadn't appeared. Rumors even circulated that he had been secretly executed by the Demon Lord.

The Fourth Prince, growing increasingly impatient, paced back and forth in his room, asking each time, "What is he doing?"

The Heavenly Emperor, amused by his pacing, chuckled, "The little snake won't leave its hole; your anxiety won't help. Why not devise a way to lure it out?"

The Fourth Prince, in a fit of anger, declared, "Fine! I'll find a pretext to launch a full-scale attack and wipe out the demons, then see if he comes out!"

The Heavenly Emperor lazily adjusted his posture, flicking his robes, "Times have changed. I fear his heart is no longer with the demons." "Look at him these past few days. Not only has he not come to the Heavenly Palace for court, but he's also ignored my edicts. It's clear he's no longer involved in politics. He's probably lost heart towards the Demon Clan and will no longer protect them. Even if you attack Shuntian City, he might not intervene."

Hearing this, the Fourth Prince finally stopped, but his brows furrowed even deeper: "Could it be... could it be that for a lowly favored servant, he would abandon even his own people?" If Yaoxing's will is so easily tested, the future of the Three Realms is truly worrying! How can we entrust the safety of the Three Realms to a willful child who disregards the consequences for personal feelings?

The Heavenly Emperor pulled him close, and taking advantage of his distraction, subtly wrapped his hand around his waist: "Isn't Mingye's distancing from the Demon Clan exactly what we wanted?" Whispering, he slowly brought his lips close to Mingye's ear, almost biting it: "This is a good opportunity. We might as well give Mingye a little more sweetness and win him over. As long as his heart is with the God Clan, he'll be easier to control later. What do you think?" His fragrant breath brushed against Mingye's ear at just the right moment, causing a blush to rise.

Unfortunately, the God of War in the Heavenly Realm was too oblivious to romance. He awkwardly rubbed his ear, shifting his body to the side to create distance between them. The Fourth Prince was still very dissatisfied with Mingye's recent behavior: "Hmph, I really don't know what he's thinking! Back then, Lanqin and I spared no effort to persuade him to inherit the divine artifact, but he just ignored us like a passing breeze. Now, for one person, and a lowly male concubine at that, he went to great lengths and risked everything to inherit both divine artifacts at once! What do you think he can do all day long when he's locked in his room? He just does some absurd romantic things with that male concubine! Hmph, what a lustful little scoundrel!!"

Seeing that he was truly angry, the Heavenly Emperor leaned closer and said with a half-serious smile, "If you were willing to treat me like that, I would be willing to become that lowly male concubine..." Before he could finish speaking, the other party stared at him as if he were a monster.

"I'm talking to you about serious matters, but you're always so unserious, spouting nonsense!"

The Heavenly Emperor smiled somewhat sadly, then put on a serious face and said, "Mingye is like you, stubborn and fierce. You won't get anywhere by confronting him directly. Neither of us can persuade him, but there's one person he seems to care about. You know who I'm talking about, right?"

The Fourth Prince's eyes lit up: "That's His Highness Kui."

The Heavenly Emperor nodded: "In half a month, it will be Kui's birth festival. Mingye will definitely give him some face and come to the Heavenly Palace to offer his congratulations. At that time, we'll have to put in some effort to do some ideological work on that 'lust-driven little rascal.'"

As for Shen Tiankui, the usually fiery-tempered boy was now quiet and uncomplaining, not throwing anything around, eerily so. His brother was afraid that his anger would fester inside, so he came to see him in Jingbikong every day. Most of the time, he was quiet, sometimes lost in thought, sometimes seemingly pondering something, and sometimes giving a sinister smile that sent chills down one's spine. The elder brother, the Crown Prince, patiently accompanied his younger brother through his heartbreak, sitting quietly beside him with a book. But after a while, Kui would suddenly go berserk, biting anything he could grab, like a toothy puppy needing to grind its teeth regularly.

Kui suddenly snatched his brother's hand, opening his mouth to bite. The elder brother, being who he was, was naturally prepared, quickly grabbing the little pet dragon, Wulong, who was napping on his lap, and shoving it into his brother's mouth. So the younger brother unleashed a barrage of sharp teeth on Wulong's innocent bottom, biting it until it whimpered and cried. After a few days, Wulong's chubby bottom was covered in teeth marks; finally, unable to endure the abuse any longer, it slunk away. Where could Wulong go after leaving Jingbikong? Of course

,

it flew to Shuntian City to find Mingye.

I'm sorry, but there wasn't the romantic scene you might imagine in the palace.

Somehow, Wulong passed through the barrier set up by Mingye and peered out the window. He saw his other little master frantically changing a crying baby's diaper, while Qianfan sat on the bed, authoritatively instructing him on what to do and what not to do.

Mingye was annoyed. He'd never had to take care of himself before, and now he had to look after a baby. Unfortunately, he couldn't vent his frustration in front of Qianfan and had to pretend to be enjoying himself. He could only curse Guiyi, that heartless bastard, for sending such a troublesome baby, claiming it was Qianfan's favorite. Mingye only wanted to please Qianfan, but instead, he'd taken on a lot of trouble.

"Done!" Finally, after much effort, the diaper was changed. Mingye happily held up the baby to show off to Qianfan, but less than two seconds later, "plop, plop," liquid leaked from the edge of the diaper, dripping right in front of Mingye. "Wah—" the little devil screamed, kicking his legs wildly and crying uncontrollably. Qianfan quickly got off the bed to comfort the two of them.

"Last time you tightened the diaper too much, so the baby was uncomfortable and cried. This time... look, the diaper is too loose again." Qianfan skillfully wiped the baby's wet bottom and changed him into a clean diaper. The baby stopped crying and smiled. Qianfan held him and comforted him for a while before putting him back in his crib. But the baby was full of energy and not sleepy at all. He climbed up the crib railing, wobbled to his feet, and blew bubbles at Mingye triumphantly. One bubble popped, and another immediately popped out.

Mingye was sure that the little guy was showing off to him, and he glared back angrily with puffed cheeks.

Qianfan found it both cute and amusing to see him acting like a child, arguing with a baby. She pulled him close, touched his neck, and said, "Oh dear, you're all sweaty, your clothes are soaked. Your Highness, let me give you a bath, so you don't get sick from being in wet clothes."

"No need," Mingye helped Qianfan to bed. "You rest. A bath is nothing, I can do it myself..." Before he could finish, the baby suddenly cheered. They looked over and saw Little Wulong perched on the edge of the crib, staring curiously at the baby. The baby reached out to touch it, making "ah ah ah" sounds, but Little Wulong shook its head and wouldn't let the baby touch it. The two little creatures were communicating and playing in a way that no one else could understand, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"Little Wulong? What brings you here?"

Upon hearing Mingye's call, Wulong pitifully threw itself into his arms, whimpering and complaining about how it had been mistreated at Xiaokui's place. It even wiggled its bottom, trying to show him the teeth marks on it, hoping he would agree to take it in. Seeing its little master's reluctant expression, it cleverly jumped to the ground, pointed to the lively baby in the crib, and vividly explained that it could help take care of the baby and wouldn't be a burden to its little master.

Seeing its pitiful state, Mingye reluctantly agreed, "Alright, alright, if you don't cause trouble, you can stay."

Wulong was overjoyed, but Qianfan picked it up. Unable to understand their conversation, he chuckled and said, "Hey, where did this little dog come from? So cute."

Having spent so much time with Xiaokui, Wulong had picked up many bad habits. It opened its mouth and tried to bite Qianfan's hand. Of course, it didn't dare actually bite, just sucked on it forcefully. Qianfan wasn't hurt, and just looked at it strangely, then at the furious little devil beside it. When he realized that Mingye's anger was directed at the puppy in his arms, he quickly hugged the dog tighter. Wulong, being a male, felt its large head pressed against Qianfan's soft chest, and immediately became dizzy and disoriented, letting go of Qianfan's hand and rubbing its head against the cotton-like flesh, thoroughly enjoying the beauty's favor. Mingye

was furious, grabbing its ear and pulling it from Qianfan's arms to face him: "Little Wulong, if you don't know the rules, I'll kick you back and won't let you stay." Wulong drooped its head, looking like it was being lectured. "First," Mingye said, "Qianfan is a very important person to me, you're not allowed to bully him! Understand?" Wulong nodded quickly. "Second, if you find someone trying to bully Qianfan, you must protect him, understand?" Wulong nodded again. "Finally, you're not allowed to take advantage of him. If you do it again, watch out, I'll turn you into beef jerky!" Wulong didn't quite understand this, but still obediently nodded.

After scolding it, Mingye fairly berated Qianfan, examining the little black dragon in his hand from front to back: "Qianfan, really, how does it look like a puppy? Have you ever seen a puppy with such pointed horns and a long tail? No wonder the little black dragon is angry when you say that."

"It really doesn't look like one." Qianfan also saw it clearly: "It's so fat, is it a little hippo?"

The black dragon struggled again, trying to pounce on him and bite him.

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