[Wuxia] The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Complete) - 13-15

Chapter 104 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

was even darker than midnight. The surrounding scenery resembled a painting accidentally spilled into ink, soaked in a thick, ominous hue. Animals and insects, instinctively sensing the impending disaster, ceased all movement, hiding silently. Thus, the world was eerily silent, a deathly stillness devoid of any life. Only the chilling wind rustled the treetops. The wide, magnificent robes of the gods billowed in the wind, creating a lonely accompaniment. The

Heavenly Soul Power of the Seven Holy Envoys burst forth in the darkness, unleashing seven beams of light.

"Get out of here quickly!" Grand Tutor Li Ma commanded, forcefully shoving the child away.

Ming Ye, thin and frail, was pushed to the ground. He sat up, and in those few seconds, the Seven Holy Envoys had already positioned themselves in different directions, surrounding Jing Bikong.

Each chanted a strange incantation, slowly placing a mask over their face, concealing their features. From the moment they donned the masks, they abandoned their thoughts and personalities, becoming mere tools to carry out the Heavenly Emperor's decrees.

The power of the seven divine races, harmonized by incantations, rapidly merged—exploding! Soaring into the sky! A tragic hymn resounded.

The terrifying power capable of instantly destroying a city was humanity's relentless pursuit, the reliance of the gods to rule the three realms. The pristine white palace, trapped in the center of the halo, was frail and helpless, like a bird caught in the eye of a storm, awaiting its fate of broken wings. The power of the Heavenly Soul gradually converged on the Azure Sky—it was just, yet merciless! Granted the right to judge, wherever it went, all sins vanished into thin air.

Just then, a long howl shattered the silence—

a beam of light, like an arrow, shot forth from the top of the Azure Sky. The light was blinding, even overpowering the Heavenly Souls of the seven gods. When everyone regained their composure and looked up... A colossal beast stood majestically atop the palace, its form neither bird nor dragon. Its body was covered in soft, white fur, and a pair of wings on its back, when spread, could blot out half the sky. It stretched its long neck, and a sharp horn adorned its forehead, while its limbs resembled lion claws.

The beast's posture was elegant, its expression arrogant, as it looked down upon the palace. It lowered its wings, protecting the approaching divine power, which had been steadily gaining ground, halted its advance. The beast then roared again, and in a fit of rage, suddenly spread its wings, unleashing a gale that rippled like a waterfall, scattering the divine power.

The gods were astonished; this unknown beast possessed unfathomable power. The two forces collided and clashed in mid-air, neither gaining the upper hand.

The beast shook its head, appearing somewhat annoyed, as if dissatisfied with the effect of its previous attack. Its single horn pointed straight to the sky. It opened its mouth wide, gathering all its strength, and suddenly roared arrogantly at the heavens. The sharp sound waves were deafening. The mountains and rivers swept by the sound waves withered trees and felled flowers; the vitality of all things was absorbed and transformed by the horn on the spirit beast's head. The horn, brimming with energy, instantly emitted a magnificent rainbow of light. It turned its head towards the direction of the Imperial Palace and opened its mouth again.

"This is bad!" Seeing the danger, the Seven Gods hurriedly withdrew their divine power, changed their formation, and switched from offense to defense. An infinitely extending defensive barrier was summoned, blocking the Imperial Palace and dividing space-time, redirecting the oncoming attack to another dimension.

A glint of cunning flashed in the spirit beast's dark eyes. Its wide-open mouth lazily yawned and closed.

The Seven Gods were furious. They couldn't decide whether to retract the defensive barrier or extend it.

"I never imagined he would raise such a powerful spirit beast." The Heavenly Consort knelt gracefully beside her husband. "If this continues, I fear even the Seven Sages will be no match for him. Your Majesty, the situation is perilous. If absolutely necessary, please allow me to activate the Thousand Gems Binding Curse."

"Absolutely not!" The one who spoke was the Fourth Prince. "Your Majesty, do you know that using this curse will severely injure both the caster and the recipient?" He glanced at the Heavenly Emperor and cupped his hands in supplication. "Since the Seven Sages cannot handle both offense and defense, please grant Your Majesty permission for this humble subject to go and assist..."

"What are you going to do?" The Heavenly Emperor rebuked him in a deep voice, ruthless and merciless. "The Blazing Meteor Sword is no longer with you. Why risk your life? What help can you possibly offer? You might just die in vain!"

The Fourth Prince was furious. No one had ever dared to question his abilities. "Even without the Blazing Meteor Sword, I am confident..." A

kiss instantly silenced all his arguments. The Fourth Prince was utterly shocked, his eyes wide and his body stiff, until the Heavenly Emperor released him.

The supreme ruler, lips pressed against his, kissed him, right in front of his wife…

“Say another word, and I’ll use this method to shut you up completely!” the Heavenly Emperor warned fiercely, then sighed heavily. He looked down at the Heavenly Consort kneeling at his feet and said, “I allow you to use the Thousand-Piercing Binding Curse, but its power is extraordinary; you must use it with utmost care.”

“Yes,” the Heavenly Consort bowed her head and accepted the order. No one could see the forlorn expression on her face. No one cared about the joys and sorrows of a strong woman who ruled the world.

The Heavenly Emperor forcibly dragged the Fourth Prince away: “You must stay and protect me; you are not allowed to go anywhere!” His commanding tone held a hint of tenderness.

The Fourth Prince was still reeling from the kiss.

Hearing the reluctant, dragging footsteps of the Emperor as he was pulled away, and his indignant muttering, "It's infuriating! It's all that brat Mingye's fault for refusing to inherit Lieyun... Sigh!"

A strange, cold smile crept onto the Empress's lips. Her beautiful eyes narrowed as she looked towards the clear blue sky, her star-like face gleaming in the chaotic darkness. In

Chapter 105 of *The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

*, a war concerning the survival of the human, demon, and god realms was raging. But at this critical juncture, what were the two most powerful figures in the Heavenly Realm doing instead of fulfilling their duties? Well… it's embarrassing to even say.

"Hey, why did you bring me here?" The Fourth Prince tried to shake off the Heavenly Emperor's hand, but was instead flung onto the bed…

…a bed as big as a swimming pool…

This wasn't the Heavenly Emperor's palace, but the place where he lived when he was still the Crown Prince. The Fourth Prince remembered that the two of them often played and frolicked here when they were children. Could the Heavenly Emperor have brought him here simply to revisit familiar places? But they were both grown up now, and the distinction between ruler and subject existed; they could no longer embrace each other without restraint and play for an entire afternoon like before. "Hey, you…" He glared warily at the person approaching him, wondering if kicking the Heavenly Emperor off the bed would result in the extermination of his entire family.

The surroundings were pitch black, but the man's dark eyes shone like stars, causing the Fourth Prince to momentarily lose his composure. But because of his momentary carelessness, the other man seized the opportunity, his nimble hand reaching for his waist, snatching his belt, and his robes loosening. The Fourth Prince suddenly snapped out of his daze, seemingly understanding something yet even more confused, and asked blankly, "What are you trying to do?"

The Heavenly Emperor remained calm, glaring at him menacingly: "I want to explain a principle to you! To make you recognize a fact!"

"Fine, fine, fine!" The Fourth Prince desperately shrank back into the large bed, "You...you...you can just say it with your mouth."

The Heavenly Emperor wouldn't let him go, pressing closer step by step, finally giving him a charming smile: "With your mouth? Very well!" He tilted his head, pressed against the Fourth Prince's neck, and bit down on his neck, immediately filling the air with a sweet, metallic taste.

Yin Qi, hailed as the God of War of the Heavenly Realm, had fought in countless battles over the years, and this was the most serious injury he had ever suffered—truly an injustice. He was furious, waving his hands, trying to pull away this turtle-like creature that wouldn't let go. "You don't need to say anything, I know everything! It hurts so much, let me go!" A person who had never had the chance to be injured since childhood was most afraid of pain!

The Heavenly Emperor finally released his grip, whispering in his ear in an extremely suggestive voice, "You knew all along, you were just pretending to be stupid!" His whispered words were soft and gentle, his breath washing over his ear, turning his fair, full earlobe a deep red. He extended his tongue, licking and teasing the wound on his neck, successfully making that seemingly abstinent body tremble helplessly.

A wave of weakness washed over him, and Yin Qi murmured softly, unable to support himself any longer, collapsing onto the bed. "Your Majesty..."

"Call my name, Yin Qi!" The Heavenly Emperor pressed down on him, kissing his forehead, cheeks, neck, and chest tenderly...

"Qingchen!"

Shen Tian Qingchen, a name he hadn't uttered in so long. Panting, a strange emotion churned within him, making him unwilling to break free, allowing the other to roam freely over him. But the God of War's mind remained clear: "You already have a queen, and so do I. We can't..."

"Why can't we?" Qingchen lifted his robes, revealing his beautifully muscular chest. His fingertips traced the exquisite lines, sliding down to his abdomen, where the sensitive area was lightly touched, causing it to involuntarily contract. Qingchen looked at him, smiling tenderly. At this moment, he was no longer the supreme, worshipped emperor. He was merely a pitiful man who had suffered for years, yet still could not obtain the love of his heart. "We have too many responsibilities on our shoulders, which have wasted so much of our time, Yin Qi! The lifespan of the gods is only fifty years or so, and we're both in our thirties now. If you have feelings for me, you shouldn't waste any more time. Yin Qi, stop running away, okay? Let's enjoy the little happiness we have left..."

"Not now." The Fourth Prince calmly grasped the hand that was wandering between his legs, trying to persuade him: "Not now, Qing Chen! The battle outside is still raging, and two children are struggling with their fate. We orchestrated that, do you remember? In order for the three realms of humans, demons, and gods to finally coexist peacefully, we brought two innocent children into the world and made them kill each other. What awaits them is a hopeless future. Qing Chen, I can't bear to let them face this cruel test alone while I hide on the sidelines and indulge in pleasure..."

"Enough! In the end, you just can't let go of that child, Ming Ye." The Heavenly Emperor snorted coldly, pushing away his hand and continuing to grope his body. “I told you, that child has someone to be entangled with for life, you don’t need to worry about him. Just take some time to think about our relationship!”

“You’re being unreasonable!” The two disagreed, and the God of War ended things in the most direct way, threatening, “If you don’t stop, I won’t be polite!”

His slightly angry and cold tone made the Heavenly Emperor feel a pang of grievance and heartache.

The two men, both adults, were unwilling to give an inch on this issue, and their sulking seemed endless.

The Heavenly Emperor retorted coldly, not to be outdone, “How will you be impolite? Yes, I have no skills, and my Heavenly Soul is weak. What? You’re going to attack me?”

No, no, no! This was not what he wanted to say. He should calmly explain his feelings to Yin Qi—

don’t keep thinking about other people, don’t do dangerous things, don’t go where I can’t see you, don’t miss me again, miss our affection…

But provoked by this unreasonable fellow, the words on his lips changed completely.

His well-trained body, every muscle brimming with power. In the eyes of the Fourth Prince, the Heavenly Emperor, who had only ever used his brain since childhood, was no different from a level three cripple. With a slight exertion of his waist, he flipped over and instantly pinned the other person down. Just like every time they argued as children, he liked to resolve things with force, raising his fist and jokingly saying, "I'll give you a choice, do you want me to punch your left cheek or your right cheek?" The vain and narcissistic fellow beneath him was most afraid of hurting his beautiful face.

The scenes of playing together as children were still vivid in his mind, but time had flown by in the blink of an eye, and could not be turned back.

After all, he had grown up and was now a father of two, no longer the little boy who would cry and beg for mercy when threatened.

The Heavenly Emperor smiled faintly, turned his face to the side, and sighed helplessly, "No matter what I say, you just won't understand... You clueless fool! Fine, do whatever you want... Do whatever you like, think of whomever you want, go wherever you want... As long as you're happy, as long as you don't do anything you'll regret later... I won't interfere anymore, I'll let you have your way!"

"You..." The Fourth Prince opened his mouth, not yet understanding what he wanted to say, but just then, a resentful howl echoed through the heavens and earth, followed by the entire palace shaking and trembling, almost collapsing. The Fourth Prince quickly clung to the Heavenly Emperor, protecting him, letting the sand and gravel fall all over him.

"That spirit beast... it seems the Thousand Gems Binding Curse is working!" ===

... The spirit beast in Chapter 106 of the Heavenly Soul Chronicles was utterly enraged. Countless crisscrossing chains suddenly appeared on its body. It panicked, frantically flapping its wings, but the more it struggled, the tighter the chains tightened. Upon closer inspection, these weren't real chains; the links were composed of incantations—the Thousand-Piercing Binding Spell! This legendary forbidden spell was a technique that would inflict heavy damage on both the user and the enemy. It was never used lightly, except in the final moments. Few had witnessed this secret technique of the Heavenly Clan. The gods only knew that someone was secretly performing magic to help them restrain the spirit beast's movements. From its deafening roars of anger, one could imagine the excruciating pain the spirit beast was enduring. It was this piercing agony that drove it into complete madness. Its once docile and agile black eyes burned crimson. It unleashed its power recklessly, attacking in all directions without any strategy. Whether in the celestial palace's territory or the common people's cities, eyes blinded by bloodlust could no longer distinguish between them; all they wanted was for their rage to burn everything in the world, to let all living beings feel their pain. Flames, like swords, shot out angrily from the spirit beast's gaping maw, tearing the earth apart, yet unable to pierce the Seven Gods' defensive barrier. The barrier had extended into a ring, trapping the spirit beast's attacks within its confines. Unable to quell its rage with slaughter, the spirit beast grew increasingly ferocious, relentlessly destroying everything within the defensive circle. The area around the clear blue sky was now a scene of dust and ruin— "What are you sitting there waiting for? Aren't you going to help?" Lie Yun's voice echoed in Ming Ye's mind. He was fierce and warlike, but unfortunately, he was stuck with a stubborn, arrogant child. Seeing a powerful enemy before him, he was utterly useless, pathetically cowering in a corner with his master, on the verge of tears! "Go! Go and fight it!" Seeing that his young master remained unmoved, he could only continue to reason with him and appeal to his emotions: "The Seven Gods' defensive barrier is about to collapse. Do you want to see the Heavenly Palace destroyed? So many innocent lives!" Mingye chuckled. It would have been better if he hadn't said the last sentence; it only made him seem ridiculous. Fake! So fake! An ancient divine sword that has drunk countless lives—how many innocent souls have died on its blade? His laughter became uncontrollable, and Mingye threw his head back and laughed loudly. The firelight cast an eerie red glow on his face, and his wide silver eyes flashed with an unbelievable, neurotic excitement. The ground was torn apart, and waves of heat and dust swept in like a tidal wave. Deafening explosions and collapses filled the air, but his laughter could not be masked. It was sharp like the cry of a night owl, lingering in the dark sky. The Demon King's bloodlust was aroused, his blood boiling, his heart pounding. The chaotic battlefield was so familiar. He remembered the disaster his people had suffered years ago, the tragic deaths of his parents and brothers, the loneliness and hardship he had endured these past years, and the unknown whereabouts of those he cherished… His heart grew increasingly empty! His hatred grew heavier! " You've all met your end!" He grinned, revealing sharp fangs: "Destroy! Destroy everything! Good! Hahaha… Good!" In this tragic destiny, no one was destined to escape unscathed! Xingya, leaning on his scepter, watched him with amusement: "Are you laughing or crying?" Just then, a burst of light and heat struck him like lightning. Xingya quickly gathered his spiritual power to block it, but his skill was still too weak. He looked pleadingly at the Demon Lord beside him, who remained seated, completely unmoved, only slowly closing his eyes.

Mingye thought he was about to be freed, but at the critical moment, a soft embrace shielded him, protecting him from harm. He heard a woman's anxious call:

"Xingya! Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Mingye opened his eyes and looked over, only to see the Palace Mistress of Xingmei tightly holding her child in her arms, while the scepter in Xingya's hand had been knocked away.

He looked as if he had just woken from a dream, his eyes somewhat dazed, glancing timidly at his mother, then looking down at the back of his hand. His mother's protection was a step too slow, leaving his tender little hand scalded and covered in blisters. He cried out in pain, "Mommy, it hurts!"

The Palace Mistress of Xingmei tenderly kissed his forehead: "It's alright! Good child, it's alright!"

For some reason, he transformed back into the harmless child he once was, no longer cold and sarcastic.

Just as Mingye was finding it amusing, a soft, sweet scolding voice rang in his ear: "Do you have a death wish?!" He almost instinctively felt a chill run down his spine; when it came to changing expressions, no one could match her!

With flowing blue hair, Lady Lanqin held her little disciple in one arm, and in the other, she wielded the Qianren clan's legendary artifact—the Wind-Slaying Scythe, a three-meter-long scythe—to deflect the spirit beast's attack. The two forces collided in mid-air, sending bursts of light flying, blinding everyone.

As one of the Seven Holy Envoys, Lanqin, seeing the child in danger, flew to his side without hesitation. Her mask shattered, falling to the ground in two. A trickle of blood slid down her forehead, spreading across her face, but it did nothing to diminish her elfin beauty. She looked down at the somewhat surprised child in her arms, smiling with "loving" and "gentle" eyes.

Mingye pouted and muttered under his breath, "I don't want to live anymore, why did you have to be so kind as to save me?"

"Oh, still throwing a tantrum?" Lanqin's smile widened. She leaned close to her little apprentice's ear and said, "Listen carefully, if you die here, the 30,000 remaining demons will have no reason to exist. If you're determined to die, please 'deal with' your people first. If the gods have to take action, sigh! You know we hate getting dirty and trouble. In that case, they won't even have a burial place, and don't blame us." After saying that, she was satisfied to see that her little apprentice's face had turned ashen, and then she added, "Also, it's not that I'm being kind to save you. It's that you still have a mission to fulfill, and you still have value to the Three Realms. Understand?"

The Holy Envoy Shifeng, hailed as the strongest sealer in the Heavenly Realm, had left the group, and the defensive barrier of the Seven Holy Envoys could no longer be maintained. Fortunately, the spirit beasts were concentrating their firepower on the spot beneath their feet, and the other areas were temporarily safe. Alone in the prolonged standoff with the spirit beast, Lan Qin felt her strength waning, her protective power failing to sustain. She pulled Ming Ye over and handed him the Wind-Slaying Sword: "Take it!"

Ming Ye didn't take it, reminding her, "This is the hereditary divine artifact of the Qianren clan."

Lan Qin, however, changed the subject: "Let's quickly quell this war. Prince Kui is still inside the Pure Azure Sky. He just woke up and must be longing to see you." Her words

were a wake-up call! Ming Ye remembered that not only Kui, but also Liu Jia was there, but he wondered what had become of her. His heart burned with anxiety, but his face remained impassive. He didn't take the scythe, a slight smile playing on his lips. He asked, "You risked your life to save me, simply because I have a mission to fulfill and cannot die yet?"

"Oh, do you think there's another reason?" Lan Qin's beautiful eyes narrowed. "Hehe, Your Highness, I say you're overthinking it."

"Is that so?" Ming Ye withdrew from her embrace and stood up. "I've heard that the divine clan's heirloom weapons possess their own spirit, and are never to be touched by outsiders, only inherited by the strongest among the royal bloodline." He slowly extended his right hand, palm up, activating his Heavenly Soul. A bright yellow fireball appeared in his palm.

The released Blazing Meteor, under Ming Ye's spiritual power, revealed its blade—the sword was nearly two meters long, its gleaming blade gleaming with a chilling light. A hollowed-out gold ring adorned the hilt, as if something was missing.

Mingye brandished the sword before Lanqin: "My lord, can you explain why the Fierce Meteor Divine Sword of the Shayunluo clan is at my disposal?"

Before Lanqin could respond, the scythe in her hand trembled slightly, as if eager to escape her control. She smiled bitterly: "Zhanfengjue is responding to your Heavenly Soul Power, and I'm about to lose control of it. "

=== ... She still insisted on calling him that, still eager to sever ties with him. She ultimately—refused to acknowledge him! Who said blood is thicker than water? Lan Qin could see clearly. The child before him glanced furtively at the mother and child embracing beside him, as if burned by the heartwarming scene. He immediately lowered his eyelids, concealing the surging envy and disappointment. The hand gripping the Fierce Meteor Sword slowly fell. He moved his lips, a bitter smile playing on his lips: "You still won't say! You still won't! Heh, you're all masters of feigning ignorance..." Lan Qin's heart skipped a beat. This clever child, he must have already sensed something; asking now was simply to hear her admit it herself. Lan Qin hardened her heart, the gentle smile vanishing from her face. Her cold gaze swept over the child, as if blaming him for his ignorance: "Some things, if said too clearly, will not benefit anyone!" "Yes." Unable to bear the other's stern gaze any longer, Ming Ye lowered his head, his voice very soft and distant. He said, "I will never ask such questions again. I'm sorry for troubling you today!" The sword in his hand clattered to the ground. Ming Ye turned and quietly walked past Lady Lan Qin, past the Starry Night Palace Mistress and her child, step by step, never looking back, never hesitating, until he was out of the protective circle. Without the protection of the barrier, a fierce wind swept in, blowing his robes wildly. He stood in the wind, looking up, his eyes slightly squinting from the sandstorm. His handsome profile, for some reason, appeared unusually clear in the darkness. Lan Qin could not forget this scene. In the days that followed, whenever she thought of that day, she felt deep regret. She hated her own cruelty, hated her own rationality— why? Why didn't she tell him the truth then? If they had embraced like that mother and child… if she hadn't pushed him away from afar… if she had gently called his name, honestly telling him how worried and scared she was when she saw him in danger… would the final outcome have been different? At least, in his hurried life, she could have brought him a little warmth of family affection, so he wouldn't have walked such a lonely and miserable path… He wanted so little, yet he could never have it in his entire life. What made Lan Qin even more regretful was that she had never truly understood this child. She didn't understand what he was thinking. He always refused to inherit the powerful divine artifact; Lan Qin only felt that his arrogance and willfulness were incomprehensible, which made her very angry. The Fierce Meteor Sword—he threw it on the ground. The Wind-Slaying Blade—he didn't even look at it. The white figure standing alone in the gale disappeared in a flash. When it reappeared, it was already standing in mid-air in front of the spirit beast. He arrived on the wind, offering a faint smile to the spirit beast. The gods below all held their breath in worry. Lan Qin's heart clenched even more tightly: Would this child foolishly do something to harm himself again?

The spirit beast's eyes glared, bloodshot and utterly irrational. A fearless creature had been delivered right to its doorstep, and it opened its mouth without hesitation. A flash of intense light engulfed the white figure—

"Little Crow, stop! Have you forgotten who I am?"

A clear, cold voice rang out from the firelight. The spirit beast ceased its attack, its expression seemingly puzzled. In the darkness, a bright moon seemed to rise. A pale blue light emanated quietly from Mingye, its gentle glow calming and soothing, gradually making one forget the conflict.

"Little Crow, I won't let anyone hurt you. You don't need to be afraid." Mingye gradually approached the spirit beast.

A low sigh came from somewhere. The binding runes on the spirit beast began to fade slowly until they disappeared. Its bloodshot eyes returned to their original dark, docile state. The spirit beast, called "Little Crow," finally recognized the person before it, becoming extremely excited, waving its arms and legs and wiggling its long tail. Seeing Mingye reach out his hand, it actually nuzzled its head into his, making a pitiful yet affectionate whimper.

Mingye hugged its big head and laughed, scolding, "Little Wu, you're so heartless! I deserve some credit for hatching you, how can you turn your back on me like this?"

He remembered how many funny things had happened because of it when they were little—

Kui had found an egg in some forest and excitedly showed it off to her friend, "Mingming, Mingming, look! I found something good!"

The two children were only eight or nine years old at the time, short and chubby, and Kui's big egg completely covered his upper body. Mingye watched from afar and saw an egg with two legs running on the road. He was terrified! But when he got closer, he realized that the rosy little face hidden behind the big egg was one he recognized.

The eggshell gleamed brightly, and Mingye's mouth watered. He asked in his soft, sweet voice, "Can I eat this?"

The egg trembled slightly.

Kui hugged it, rocking it up and down for a while, then pressed her ear to the eggshell: "I heard a sound inside, it shouldn't be a bad egg!"

"Then... is it a bird egg?" Mingye tilted his head, his eyes darting around, looking it up and down.

Kui grinned mischievously: "If you want to know what it is, why don't we hatch it? We can eat it if we think it's delicious."

Mingye thought it made sense and agreed.

So the two of them took turns sleeping with the egg at night, their sleeping postures were not good, sometimes they would press on the egg, sometimes the egg would press on them... Every morning, the palace maid who woke them up couldn't stop laughing.

Finally, the little thing hatched. The two of them were extremely excited—

the little guy, its fur soaking wet, squeaked as it crawled out of the eggshell, looking extremely strange, neither bird nor dragon, like a hybrid of the two, they had never seen such a peculiar creature before.

Kui pouted in disappointment, "Tch, what a jerk!"

The little guy was struggling to stand, but his short legs weren't strong enough. He finally managed to regain his balance, but Mingye poked his forehead with his finger, knocking him back to the ground. "Hmm...looks a bit unappetizing." He suggested, "Let's keep it to play with. Kui, you found it, so you can name it."

At the time, they were young and their education was limited, still at the level of describing pictures. Kui racked her brains for a long time, then clapped her hands, "Let's call it Bird Dragon!"

"Bird Dragon?" Mingye wasn't sure if the name was good or bad, but it was easy to pronounce. "Alright, Bird Dragon!"

Kui wrote two crooked characters on a piece of paper and had a servant take it to the palace's blacksmith to make a nameplate, saying it would be hung around the new pet's neck so it wouldn't get lost.

Later, the nameplate was returned, and the two happily tied "Bird Dragon" around its neck. The little guy was also happy and very satisfied with his new necklace.

A few days later, this little guy, running wildly through the streets, bumped into the Crown Prince—Shen Tianwang.

Clearly, even the well-informed Crown Prince had never seen such a creature before. Curious, he grabbed it and read the nameplate around its neck:

"—Wulong?"

Hahaha… He laughed wildly, almost crying: "What genius came up with this name? So creative!"

"What Wulong?!" Kui retorted angrily, "It's a bird-dragon, you illiterate!"

The Crown Prince couldn't stop laughing: "You came up with that?" He bent down and patiently explained to his little brother: "The character for 'bird' has an extra dot inside. This nameplate clearly says 'wu' (乌, meaning 'black')."

Kui's pretty face flushed red and then turned pale. He snatched the pet back: "The blacksmith made a mistake, not me!" He tried to remove the nameplate as he spoke.

The little thing loved the necklace and wouldn't give in, even biting Kui's hand hard…

In the end, unfortunately, it was called "Wulong" from then on.

In Chapter 108 of The Legend of the Heavenly Soul

, Liu Jia, trapped in the room, had been tortured for a long time. His body was covered in countless wounds, all bleeding profusely, even his once-proud face was not spared. The wounds were not deep, only cutting through the flesh, without damaging the bones or internal organs, so he wouldn't die immediately. But he was in pain! Being cut open piece by piece, a

form of torture akin to being slowly sliced to pieces, made him yearn for a quick release. He endured the pain in a daze, on the verge of despair, when suddenly a familiar presence swept through his senses, startling him—his cousin! Was it his cousin?

Liu Jia opened his mouth several times, trying to call out, but due to excessive blood loss, he was extremely weak and could only utter hoarse "ah ah..." sounds

from his throat. The jubilation brought him miraculous strength, and the Heavenly Soul, whose spiritual power had been drained by the tentacles, activated again—I can't die! I can't die here! The intense will to survive unleashed a chilling aura that protected his body. Though unable to break free from the tentacles' bindings, he could at least force back the black blade that was slicing through his body.

"You still have the strength to resist?!" The voice in the darkness was also somewhat surprised.

Liu Jia couldn't argue, only a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Hmph! What are you so smug about? Think he's here to save you?" The other seemed to have read his thoughts. "You're delusional!"

The tentacles stretched his legs even wider. Liu Jia looked down in shock, only to see the black longsword aimed at his anus—

no!!!

The black blade pierced deep into his rear, tearing his body apart, blood splattering.

Cousin! I…I've already…

"If you were a girl, I might let you die a little more easily. Unfortunately, you're a man, so that's unforgivable."

The cold, sharp blade continued to penetrate deeper into his body, not with any lewd violation, but with pure killing intent—to rip him open!

"Guess, before I tear you in two, will he be able to save you?"

Tears streaming down his face, wounds covering his body, his form broken…

Ryuga resignedly closed his eyes…

"Ryuga—"

A warmth enveloped his body, dispelling the surrounding chill—warm and comforting, making him drowsy. Then, his face was mercilessly slapped: "Hey! Wake up! Don't fall asleep! Hey, Ryuga, can you hear me?"

He struggled to open his eyes, managing a weak, bitter smile, looking at the person who had come—finally… I've waited for you!

Seeing that his younger cousin had awakened, Mingye breathed a slight sigh of relief. He took off his outer robe and placed it on the ground, then carefully laid his little cousin on it. He chanted a healing incantation, his spiritual power condensing in his palm, and gently stroked Liujia's battered body. He lifted Liujia's neck, lowered his head, and kissed his parched lips, feeding him his pure spiritual energy. Liujia's depleted soul, like a sponge without water, endlessly absorbed the energy, fortunately Mingye's spiritual energy was abundant.

After this timely rescue, his little cousin's cold body gradually warmed up, and color returned to his face. Although the bleeding from his numerous wounds had stopped, the flesh was still torn and gruesome, and he had not yet healed.

Having narrowly escaped death, Liu Jia, still shaken and barely regaining his strength, burst into tears and threw himself into Ming Ye's arms, sobbing, "Cousin... Waaah!"

Ming Ye looked at Liu Jia's injuries with difficulty, not daring to hug him tightly, but gently patting his back to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here. Liu Jia, be good, don't cry." He held Liu Jia's shoulders, pulling him away from him, and wiped away his tears with his fingers. Looking at the shocking wounds covering his small, pale body, Ming Ye felt a pang of guilt, "It's my fault, I made you suffer."

"It's not cousin's fault!" Liu Jia, ignoring the pain, shouted angrily, "It's that monster's doing! That disgusting and vicious monster! I have no grudge against it, yet it harmed me like this! Cousin, you have to help me..." Before he could finish speaking, Ming Ye sealed his lips with a kiss.

Only after his agitated emotions subsided did Mingye release him, scolding him in a low voice with displeasure, "There's no monster! Liujia, there's no monster here. Stop talking nonsense, come on, let's go back to the palace."

Liujia looked at him, confused, tears streaming down his face, "How can there be no monster? How can there be no monster? He's in this room! He..." Liujia pointed into the room, then froze on the spot—

where was the monster he was talking about? Before him was a very elegant room, bright and clean.

A crescent-shaped terrace was furnished with a white rattan table and chairs, quite charming. The round table had two small chairs, just enough for two people, no room for more than that. Bright sunlight streamed through the windows, falling on the creamy white plush carpet, weaving a pattern of scattered gold. There was a large bed in the room, with seven layers of gauze curtains hanging beside it, rippling gently in the breeze, blocking the view. Although he couldn't see clearly, Liu Jia still saw a person lying on the bed, with long, flowing hair, jet black yet strangely shimmering with a purplish-gold luster…

No darkness? No tentacles? No rotting flesh? No monsters? Then where did all these injuries come from?

The scene before him deeply confused him. If it weren't for the lingering pain, he would have thought his experience was just a nightmare. What exactly happened? He couldn't understand. He only knew that there were many suspicious points in this strange incident, but his mind was too chaotic to analyze them one by one.

Ming Ye wrapped him in his robe and gently picked him up. His little cousin in his arms was still unsettled. Ming Ye sighed: This little guy is lucky to have survived. If he had arrived a moment later, what was lying in his arms now would probably be a corpse torn in two.

He kissed Liu Jia's forehead and coaxed gently, "Don't think about it. You must have been naughty and wandered into some weird space. Let me tell you, the most important thing right now is to heal your wounds. If you don't treat them in time, even if the wounds heal, they will leave scars, like a zebra covered in crisscrossing stripes. Then... hmph."

His little cousin's attention was successfully diverted. He looked up in panic, covering his cheeks and looking at him with pain.

Ming Ye narrowed his eyes, put on a cold and heartless face, and threatened him, "If you dare to become ugly, hmph, be careful I don't want you!" This trick always worked on his little cousin.

"Woo..." Liu Jia let out a whimper, his little body twisting and turning, "Go back to the palace! Go back to the palace! I don't want to be disfigured, I don't want to become a zebra!" He stretched out his two little arms and wrapped them around Ming Ye's neck, "Woo... Cousin, I'll listen to you, please don't abandon me!"

"Alright, alright, if you keep moving around, be careful your wounds will reopen." Ming Ye carried him to the door.

The barrier of the Azure Sky had been broken, the crisis averted, and light returned to the world, the sky clear and bright.

Many people gathered in the Azure Sky; those who were meant to be there were there, and those who weren't were also present.

The Heavenly Emperor was there, the four princes stood beside him, the seven gods protected them, and a large group of guards and palace maids

followed. The spacious corridor was crowded, yet remarkably quiet; in this crisp autumn season, the distant chirping of cicadas could be heard. Mingye walked through the crowd without looking to either side. The dying Guiyi, supported by members of the arriving demon ceremonial guard, was still conscious. Seeing the young prince, he grinned, offering a cold smile—it was somewhat embarrassing to have someone he looked down upon see him in such a wretched state.

"Just leaving like that? How heartless."

Suddenly, someone in the crowd scoffed casually. The person was going through puberty, their voice hoarse.

Mingye's gaze quickly found the speaker, but he didn't recognize them at first. But seeing everyone except the Heavenly Emperor and the Four Princes immediately bowing in respect, he understood: "Long time no see, Crown Prince."

Shen Tianwang gave him an unfriendly glance and snorted coldly: "Your Highness is so busy, yet you still remember me, how rare!" He blocked Mingye's way, his posture suggesting he wouldn't let him leave easily. "My brother has been asleep for three years because of you, and now that he's finally awake, you're leaving without even looking at him? Is this how you repay his sacrifice?"

Mingye lowered his head: "Liujia is badly injured, so..."

"So you've found another excuse to run away?" Another harsh word that stung the wound. He glanced at the girl in the Crown Prince's arms, only to see her glaring at him angrily, her face, originally pale from blood loss, flushed with shock and anger. Like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, she immediately bared her teeth, pointed at him, and complained to her cousin:

"It's this person! He used sorcery to lure me here, and he even tricked us into going into that room!" Liu Jia tugged at Ming Ye's clothes, "Cousin, it's him! He must know the whole story!"

What a pitiful kitten, all she could rely on was her cousin. Shen Tianwang sneered: It's a pity her cousin felt guilty and probably couldn't get justice for her.

"Cousin! Why aren't you saying anything? Why..." Liu Jia's voice gradually faded.

Ming Ye frowned deeply, looked down at her, his eyes filled with difficulty and self-reproach. Finally, he said, "It's my fault, Liujia... It's no one else's fault, I'm the one who's sorry..."

Just then, a clear and melodious voice suddenly came from the room behind them: "Mingming, is that Mingming? Are you outside?"

Liujia

clearly felt his cousin's body tremble violently. He didn't answer, but his face had turned deathly pale, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead, like a child who had done something wrong and dared not face condemnation. Liujia felt he was afraid; he wanted to escape, but the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Palace, standing before them, blocked his escape. Liujia couldn't help but peek out and look back into the room.

He saw a group of palace maids enter the room, slowly lifting the seven layers of gauze curtains beside the bed.

Without the concealment of the layers of white gauze, the movements on the bed were clearly visible to those standing outside the door.

The person lying on the bed moved his arm, seemingly trying to sit up. Seeing this, the palace maids quickly stepped forward to help him, but the man said in a low voice, "No need, step back!" The girls had no choice but to sheepishly withdraw their hands and kneel obediently by the bed, awaiting further instructions.

"Mingming, could you help me up?" The man seemed to be struggling; even a simple movement was too much for him, leaving him breathless and unable to complete. He slumped back onto the bed, his gaze fixed on the white figure, passing through the crowd.

In that brief moment of eye contact, Liujia recognized the person's face—

"I can't win!"

At that moment, a voice inside him cried out: "I can't win!"

Liu Jia stared blankly at that face, lost in thought. Aside from his cousin, this was the first time he'd ever seen someone so breathtakingly beautiful. All the beauty of the world paled in comparison to that person; it was as if simply looking at that face made everything else in the world insignificant, something to be forgotten. Liu Jia stared, a mixture of jealousy and envy welling in his heart. His intuition told him: this person had feelings for his cousin! What

could he possibly use to compete with this person?

His gaze returned to his cousin, and Liu Jia noticed the complexity in his eyes. His cousin was hesitant—wanting to escape, to distance himself from that person, yet unable to let go, his heart filled with tenderness and longing for them. Liu Jia felt a sense of foreboding and tugged hard at Ming Ye's clothes, her eyes red with tears, urging, "Cousin, my wounds hurt so much, let's go back to the palace quickly, okay?"

"Okay! We'll go back right away." Ming Ye composed himself, walked around the Crown Prince, and took a step forward.

"Mingming, don't go!"

A dull thud sounded behind him, followed by the exclamations of the palace maids: "Your Highness Kui! Be careful..."

Kui pushed away all their outstretched hands: "I told you not to touch me, didn't you hear me? Get out of my way!" His muscles, dormant for three years, had lost their mobility, unable to support his weight, making even crawling on the ground extremely difficult. He struggled to move two inches towards the door, his forehead already covered in sweat. "Mingming, Mingming, don't go!" he cried urgently. He

didn't care how others looked at him strangely, nor how unsightly it was for a prince of the imperial family to crawl on the ground like this. He only knew that he had waited for over a thousand long days, every minute and every second filled with anticipation for this reunion. In that cold, dark, chaotic world, his only light was the snow-white figure before him. He couldn't let him go; today, he absolutely couldn't let him leave him. Otherwise, in the years to come, the two of them would only drift further and further apart!

His body, still weak from just waking up, struggled even to speak. Kui gasped for breath, finally managing to muster a little strength: "Mingming, please... look back at me. I..." He couldn't catch his breath, his vision blurred, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move. But his eyes remained stubbornly fixed on the door, a thousand words poured from his pleading gaze. Unfortunately, the other refused to turn around, refused to look at him, refused to accept his affection.

He had lost! Liu Jia knew. He tightly embraced Mingye's neck, burying his face in his chest, using his last effort to salvage the situation: "Let's go back, cousin! Let's go back quickly."

"I'm sorry, Liu Jia."

Hearing this expected answer still chilled Liu Jia to the bone, his blood seemingly frozen.

“I have to stay. You go back with the others first.” Mingye handed him over to the demon guards and instructed, “Escort the Queen back to the palace and take good care of her!”

Liujia hurriedly grabbed his clothes and refused to let go, tears streaming down his cheeks. “No! Cousin, don’t stay! I’m injured like this, how can you be so heartless as to abandon me?”

Mingye hesitated for a moment, then slowly pried his fingers open. “Liujia, listen to me! Your injuries can’t be delayed. Go back to the palace to get treatment first. I’ll deal with things here and come back to see you right away…”

“I hate you!” Liujia fiercely shook off his hand, his small face covered in tears, screaming repeatedly, “I hate you! I hate you! If you don’t come back with me now, don’t ever come to see me again. Whether I live or die is none of your business!” In his agitation, his wounds burst open, and the blood stained Mingye’s snow-white outer robe crimson. The pain was like being burned alive, and he lost his breath and fainted from the pain.

"Liujia!" Mingye exclaimed in surprise. Someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw it was the Heavenly Emperor.

"I will send the imperial physician to treat the Princess's injuries. You don't need to worry too much. Just stay here."

Mingye carefully ran his fingers over the bleeding wound on Liujia's face, blinked, and answered in an almost inaudible voice, "Yes, thank you, Your Majesty." His gaze lingered on his little cousin for a moment, then he resolutely turned and went into the room.

At the Heavenly Emperor's command, everyone was to leave. In the blink of an eye, the door was closed, and even the serving maids had left the room, standing outside awaiting orders.

After everyone else had left, Mingye went to the person on the ground and squatted down.

Kui stretched out his arms to him: "Mingming, hug me!" He smiled so brightly that it was dazzling, as if the sunlight was falling on his face.

Mingye sighed and muttered, "Always like a child who never grows up!" He bent down and picked Kui up in his arms.

He'd only taken one step—"Ouch! Mingming, you stepped on my hair!"

"Ah? Sorry!" Mingye quickly pulled his foot back, tucking Kui's long, silky black hair in front of him.

Kui habitually played with his hair, twirling it with his fingers, half-jokingly, half-resentfully chiding, "Hmph, your impulsive personality hasn't changed at all." For the past three years, he'd been watching him from the Netherworld, knowing everything he'd experienced.

But to Mingye, this friend he hadn't seen for three years felt somewhat unfamiliar, leaving him unsure how to react.

"Changed, many things have changed," he said, his expression and voice carrying a deep-seated weariness and vicissitude. "I'm not the same person I used to be." He placed Kui on the bed. "You just woke up, are you thirsty? Hungry? Should I call someone to get you something?"

"I..." Kui grabbed his arm, weak but clear in his intention.

Mingye understood, and sat down beside him.

Kui wrapped his arms around his shoulders from behind, pulling him into his embrace. "Mingming," he whispered in his ear, pressing his weak body against Mingye's. "I haven't changed! I'm still the same as three years ago, unchanged." There seemed to be a hidden meaning in his words, but the other didn't understand.

"Kui, I'm sorry. Back then, actually I..."

Kui reached out and gently covered his mouth.

"Don't say it, it's all in the past, why bring it up again? I know you had your reasons, I understand. Mingming, you don't need to blame yourself, just let it go."

Mingye pulled his hand down. "Kui, if you're upset, you can punish me..."

"I told you, I don't hold it against you!" Kui suddenly became angry, as if a mountain stood between them, the tacit understanding of the past was gone. "I did it willingly, it has nothing to do with you!" "

Then why did you hurt Liujia?" Mingye couldn't understand. If he didn't hate him, why hurt the people around him? He had thought it was revenge.

Kui stared at the person in front of him for a long time—all his deep affection was wasted, this person was hopelessly oblivious! Kui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and muttered dejectedly, "You idiot! Do you really not understand or are you pretending?" Seeing that the other person still looked clueless and stupid, his anger flared up: "What? You feel sorry for your little cousin? You've come to interrogate me?" His dark eyes, as black as night, shimmered with a glassy light. "You care about him a lot, don't you? You like him, don't you?"

"No!" Mingye remembered that Kui's eyes would look like that when he was particularly emotional. He didn't want to argue with him, and only said, "Liujia is a pitiful child. He's been manipulated since he was little. Marrying me was out of his control. I just pity him and don't want to see him suffer anymore. Since you don't hate me... you have no reason to make things difficult for him."

"You..." Kui wanted to say something, but suddenly he felt completely exhausted. He clutched his chest in pain and collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.

"Kui! What's wrong?" Mingye was startled and quickly helped him turn over. "Are you feeling very uncomfortable? You..." A thought flashed through his mind: "Do you need energy?" So that's it, he understood.

After three years of slumber under divine punishment, the Heavenly Soul Power within Kui's body had reached its limit. Kui had captured Liu Jia, perhaps only to absorb his vital energy. Ming Ye no longer thought about it and leaned down: "Use my..." He finished speaking and lowered his head to kiss Kui's lips.

No matter how strong his spiritual power was, he was not like the Imperial Physicians who knew how to convert spiritual power into healing abilities. He had just rescued Liu Jia, and now he had to save another person; he was already at his limit and was struggling.

His spiritual power was being continuously drained, and Ming Ye could no longer support himself. He slowly collapsed onto Kui's body, losing consciousness.

Kui held him, stopped absorbing his vital energy, but still couldn't bear to separate their lips, kissing him wantonly, just like when they were children. Kui tightened his arms, holding the slender body tightly in his embrace, and complained with dissatisfaction, "Why do you feel even thinner than me? Your bones are so bony." He gently stroked the face lying unconscious in his arms, his eyes filled with tenderness, "Mingming, you are mine. No one can take you away. Mingming..." He brought his lips close to his ear and whispered the words in his heart, "I love you, do you know that? I love you..."

These three words unlocked the tightly closed door of his heart. Mingye, still unconscious, frowned slightly. Someone had once said those three words to him, that gentle and tender person had once said "I love you" to him. The soft warmth softened his hardened heart, like warm sunshine melting the winter snow, a happiness so moving, so touching that it brought tears to his eyes. He unconsciously called out that name:

"Qianfan..."

One of the innocent victims in this turmoil—Young Master Guiyi—had unfortunately broken four ribs, but thankfully his life was not in danger. He returned to his family home and recuperated for a full week before fully recovering and being allowed to get out of bed and walk around.

The demon race has always had a difficult time producing offspring. His uncle, Chief Chenglong, had many concubines but no children of his own, and Guiyi had no other cousins; in other words, he was the sole heir of the family. This accidental injury terrified the elders of the clan. The benefit was that everyone doted on him like a precious treasure. The downside was that he was confined to his home. Chief Chenglong forbade him from leaving the house and required him to be accompanied by guards and maids wherever he went.

Overprotected and deprived of his personal freedom, Guiyi was so bored that he could only wander aimlessly in his own garden. That day, however, he saw a strange sight—his uncle was sitting alone on a garden bench reading a book, and he seemed quite engrossed in it. How strange! What kind of book could be so captivating? Hehehe, his mind wandered to lewd thoughts.

Stopping the servants from following him, he tiptoed over to them. Surprisingly, his usually vigilant uncle hadn't noticed his approach.

"The Flaws of Human Nature?" He read the title aloud, then plopped down on the bench, chuckling listlessly, "Uncle, you seem to be in high spirits."

Chief Chenglong looked up as if waking from a dream, nodding casually in response, before returning his head to intently read the book.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Guiyi was not giving up and asked again, "Is it pretty? What's the use of it?"

His train of thought interrupted, Chenglong put down his book, rubbed his temples, and explained to his nephew, "Before raising a small animal, you must first understand its living habits and personality traits..."

Guiyi was as clever as he was, and immediately realized, "Oh, I understand. Uncle, your new pet is actually a human."

Chenglong pressed his nephew's head hard a few times and scolded, "You brat, why aren't you so clever when you should be?!"

Guiyi laughed and dodged, "That person has been here for more than a month, what? You still haven't managed to win him over?"

"Sigh!" Chenglong sighed dejectedly, his face full of gloom, "I originally thought that this kind of pet would be easier to raise, but now it seems not."

Guiyi found it even more intriguing, "Uncle, can I..."

"No! Don't even think about it!" One sentence completely extinguished his unrealistic thoughts.

Guiyi jumped up: "What's the big deal? He's just a human! He won't even let you take a look, why are you so precious to him?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you don't understand." Chenglong shook his head: "That guy is too good at seducing people. You're too young, your skills aren't enough, you could easily get into trouble."

"Wow! Why does he sound like a vixen! Uncle, you, you, you saying that makes me want to see him even more." Guiyi's eyes sparkled: "Is that person really that beautiful? More beautiful than our demons? I don't believe it!"

His head was hit hard by Chief Chenglong again: "Trying to provoke me won't work, you little brat!" His uncle closed the book, looking bitter, and said: "He's not exactly beautiful, but that's what makes him scary. I don't know how I ended up picking him up."

"Picked up?" Guiyi wanted to ask more, but his uncle didn't want to say more and stood up.

"I'll give it to you to study slowly when I get tired of playing with it." Cheng Long turned and left, waving as he went. "I'm really interested in him right now, so don't bother me. Go find your own toys."

Gui Yi complained, "You've trapped me at home, where am I supposed to find toys?" Before he could finish speaking, a group of noble ladies emerged from a corner of the garden. Seeing him, they called out in a sweet, melodious voice, "Isn't this Young Master Gui Yi? Come play hide-and-seek with us!"

Seeing this, Gui Yi immediately made a hasty retreat; staying would likely make him a toy for a group of lustful women.

Back in his room, Cheng Long put the book on his desk and strolled to the large bed, where a naked body lay, a sight that made one's blood boil. The room was rather hot. Cheng Long didn't let the man wear clothes or cover him with a blanket, just so he could admire his alluring body at any time.

Qian Fan slept restlessly on the empty bed. The room was humid and hot, and his body was covered with a layer of glistening sweat. "Hmm..." He lazily turned over, savoring the coolness of the other side of the sheet, yet the burning heat lingered.

05-07
Heavenly Soul Chronicles 110

Mingye had a dream. In it, he walked along a long, winding, cold corridor. At the end, he saw the person he longed for—

"Qianfan!" Mingye rushed over, but was blocked by a glass wall just a meter away. He pounded on the wall, shouting Qianfan's name.

On the other side of the wall, Qianfan knelt on the ground, knees apart, upper body leaning forward. His hands were bound by two red ropes, and he wore a thin, almost transparent white gauze dress. That damned dress offered absolutely no concealment. His body was partially visible beneath the white gauze. Looking down from the collar, one could see large expanses of smooth, creamy skin, his breasts swollen with milk, covered in marks of fingernails and kisses. He looked exhausted, drenched in sweat, head bowed, panting heavily. Two pink nipples, pressed against the white gauze, were clearly visible, their color and shape discreet. Several suspicious streaks of fluid trickled down his thighs.

"Mmm..." he groaned softly, shifting his body. A soft "plop" was heard as a drop of clear fluid fell between his legs, spreading into a small puddle on the floor.

"Qianfan! Qianfan! Answer me! Answer me!" Mingye relentlessly pounded on the glass.

Qianfan seemed to sense something, slowly raising his head. His lifeless eyes lit up the moment he saw Mingye.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

Mingye couldn't hear his voice, but he saw his lips moving, calling his name repeatedly. He desperately wanted to break free of his restraints, to get closer to Mingye, but the red rope was too tight; he was powerless.

Mingye was heartbroken: "Qianfan, don't be afraid! I'm coming to save you right away!" He punched the glass wall hard, but the wall only trembled, without even a crack. Mingye was unwilling to give up and groped along the wall, looking for a way to break through. Just then, he saw several dark figures appear on the other side of the wall, slowly approaching and surrounding Qianfan. The figures were tall and strong, clearly several mature men.

"You...hey! What do you want to do!?" Mingye shouted angrily.

The other party ignored him. One of them silently came behind Qianfan, his hands going from under Qianfan's armpits to his chest, grabbing his breasts and beginning to knead them mercilessly.

"Ah!!" Qianfan was terrified, his whole body trembling, and he frantically twisted his body to get away, "No! Ahh...no!"

"Stop! Stop right now! Don't touch him!" His fist, filled with rage, struck the wall, but it was still futile. Damn it! He wouldn't allow anyone to touch a hair on Qianfan's head! "Those—damn bastards!"

The shadowy figure grinned, stopping what he was doing. He crouched down, one hand reaching under Qianfan, gently lifting his abdomen, the other hand probing between Qianfan's thighs…

From Mingye's angle, he couldn't see what he was doing, only that Qianfan suddenly arched his back, his buttocks raised high, shaking his head desperately, screaming even more painfully.

The man's hand began to thrust in and out, his vagina overflowing with lustful fluids, his entire lower body soaking wet, the thin gauze clinging tightly to his long, slender thighs, its crimson and pinkish-white color almost completely transparent, extremely lewd.

His reaction pleased the man greatly, he withdrew his fingers, and the shadowy figure aimed his erect, thick member at Qianfan's honey hole, like a cannon barrel about to fire into the sky, slowly grinding against the entrance.

Sensing the impending humiliation, Qianfan looked at the child before him, his phoenix eyes filled with despair: "Save me... Your Highness... Save... Ugh!!" His pupils contracted sharply, his body convulsed, and finally, as if unable to bear it any longer, he went limp—it

was inserted! The sword-like weapon tore through his body, plunging deep inside. His

snow-white body was pierced, nailed to the other's erection. The man pulled up his upper body, Qianfan's knees giving way, his body falling downwards, and the man took advantage of the momentum to thrust upwards—

"Ah────"

The thick blade could still penetrate even deeper into his body. Qianfan raised his chest, tilting his head to the side, breathing heavily. His disheveled black hair, soaked with sweat, clung to his face, neck, and chest. His phoenix eyes lowered, his thick, fan-like eyelashes trembling helplessly. He turned his eyes, wearily and sadly glancing at Mingye, tears streaming down his face like a burst dam.

“I’m sorry… Your Highness… I’m sorry…” he said, his body beginning to sway up and down with the other’s thrusts.

“No! No no no—beasts! Damn beasts! I’ll tear you to pieces!” Mingye’s eyes were bloodshot as he frantically pounded on the invisible wall separating the two. Qianfan was so close, within arm’s reach, yet he could only watch helplessly as Qianfan was humiliated, powerless to do anything.

“Stop! Stop! Don’t touch him… don’t hurt him like this!”

His heart was breaking; he hated his own powerlessness, he hated it all!

“Qianfan! Qianfan!”

The other shadowy figures slowly moved closer, drooling over Qianfan’s body.

Her slightly swaying breasts rolled between different hands. Her two pink nipples were pinched and played with, repeatedly pressed down and pulled up, quickly becoming swollen and large, the alluring protrusions clearly visible through the thin veil. The two pressed their lips together, sucking on each other's lips...

Mingye awoke with a start to his lover's agonizing screams—

"Qianfan!" he cried out, sitting bolt upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat from the terrible nightmare. He looked around, momentarily unable to recall where he was. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, trying to calm his wildly beating heart.

"Awake?"

Mingye turned around and saw Kui leaning against the headboard, smiling at him. "Ah, I'm sorry, I bumped into you." He awkwardly withdrew from Kui's embrace, recalling the scene before he fainted.

"It's alright." Kui smiled, propping her head up with her hand: "You look so pale, what did you dream about?"

Mingye felt a bitter pang in his heart, subconsciously turning the ring on his left ring finger, only to find his hand empty—the ring was gone!

Impossible! He always wore it! Without thinking, he demanded sharply of Kui, "Where's my ring?"

"What ring? I don't know."

"Stop playing around, Kui! That's something very important to me, give it back!" He grabbed Kui's shoulders, his face anxious.

Kui was angry: "It hurts! You hurt me! What is that thing that makes you so nervous? If I don't give it back, are you going to hit me?"

Realizing his outburst, Mingye quickly released his grip. His nose stung, and tears welled up in his eyes. In front of his old friend, he no longer needed to suppress his true feelings. The little devil, barely fifteen years old, revealed a vulnerable expression, glistening tears sliding down his pale, delicate face:

"Waaah... I lost him, what should I do? Qianfan is gone, I can't find him anywhere... Waaah... I miss him, I miss him so much..." The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached, and he couldn't help but burst into tears, crying his heart out. "Your Highness...don't cry...I'm here...don't cry..." As Cheng Long withdrew his limp penis from Qian Fan's body, he heard his incoherent mutterings. "Hmph, dreaming about that brat again?" While

straightening his clothes, Cheng Long glanced disdainfully at the unconscious man on the bed, sneering, "Truly foolish, still thinking about his old master. That brat has no place for you in his heart; he's probably having a good time with the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son right now." He summoned the physician and ordered him to take Qian Fan's pulse. The physician came to the bedside and his scalp tingled at the sight of the stains on the bed. The man on the bed was naked, his face pale and sickly, his body covered in love bites, his breasts high, and between his wide-open legs, a white fluid mixed with streaks of blood continuously gushed out...a pitiful sight. It's happening again! "My lord, you..." The physician shook his head. He had advised him countless times, knowing that even if he spoke until his lips were worn out, the clan leader wouldn't listen. Grasping the patient's wrist and carefully taking his pulse, the physician, his heart temporarily at ease, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up a cotton towel soaked in medicine and cleaned the patient's genitals. "Sir, he is currently suffering from a severe poisoning and is pregnant. He cannot withstand overly vigorous sexual activity. You're tormenting him like this every day... not to mention the fetus, I'm afraid even his life will one day be in danger." Cheng Long heard these words every day, and he was somewhat numb to them. He shrugged, looking indifferent: "A mere plaything, it's fine if he dies, you don't need to feel sorry for him. His only use is to sleep with me, isn't it? What's the point of keeping him around if he's not going to sleep with me? Besides," Cheng Long curled his lip and sneered, "the child in his belly isn't mine, I'd rather have him miscarry." His vicious gaze swept over Qian Fan's flat abdomen. After diagnosing the pregnancy, the physician took a blood sample from the fetus for genetic testing. The results showed that the fetus's genes did not match those of Chief Cheng Long. Cheng Long later collected blood samples from the group of men who had gang-raped Qian Fan and had them tested by the physician, but none of them matched. Cheng Long knew in his heart that the bastard child in this male concubine's belly was most likely that brat Ming Ye, but unfortunately, he couldn't get his DNA for final identification. For some reason, a surge of anger rose within him, and Cheng Long picked up the naked body.

"My lord! Wait, the medicine hasn't been applied yet..."

Ignoring the physician's cries, Cheng Long entered the bathroom and stopped in front of a bathtub filled with a rose-colored liquid, throwing Qian Fan in.

With a "splash," some liquid splashed out, and the pale body sank, the water quickly covering his head.

"My lord, be gentle! His body...you...sigh!" The physician following behind was terrified by his master's roughness. Seeing that his master simply stood aside with his arms crossed, coldly watching, he had no choice but to rush over, scoop the person out of the water, and let the patient's head break the surface, resting his neck on the edge of the bathtub.

Cheng Long impatiently asked, "He's been soaking in this medicine for a whole month, when will it finally take effect?"

The physician looked at the pale face in the bathtub and said, "This person ingested the demonic poison 'Tu Mi,' which was a death sentence. But strangely, there's an unknown power in his body that can suppress the toxicity of Tu Mi. Now, we're having him soak in this medicine in the hope that the poison will be slowly expelled from his body through his skin. This treatment can't be rushed; it will take at least a year, and possibly several years, he..."

"I'm not asking when his poison will be cured!" Cheng Long interrupted the physician's long-winded explanation. "I just want to know, how long will it take for the 'Forgetfulness' added to the medicine to take effect?"

“My lord…” The physician wiped his hands with a towel, carefully considering his words. He sighed and advised, “The offspring born from the union of a human and a demon already has an extremely strong sexual desire. I truly do not understand why you would use such a potent and domineering aphrodisiac as ‘Forgetfulness’ on him. You must understand that the effects of ‘Forgetfulness’ are not temporary; it can completely alter a person’s constitution, making him insatiably craving sex, losing his rationality, and constantly desiring sexual pleasure, regardless of the place or the person…”

“This is exactly the effect I wanted!” Cheng Long stared coldly at the body in the water. “I hate nothing more than someone saying ‘no’ to my face! And this stupid fool, who doesn’t know his place, has repeatedly angered me. It’s unforgivable! Hmph, since he’s so stubborn and refuses to submit, I want to see him in a depraved state. I used ‘Forgetfulness,’ so that from now on, whenever he sees a man, he’ll be like a bitch in heat, spreading his legs and begging to be taken. To deal with a slut like him, you have to use a strong medicine!”

The malevolent glint in the master’s eyes made the physician shiver involuntarily.

“This is none of your business. You may leave.”

The physician hesitated, but ultimately held back and silently left the room.

After the physician left, Cheng Long stood there, staring blankly at the person in the bathtub for most of the day, not even knowing what he was thinking. Only when the water in the bathtub had completely cooled did he carry the person back to the bed and dry him with a towel.

His hand inadvertently brushed against the boy's soft belly—every time he thought of the other man's child growing inside him, Chenglong felt a burning hatred. Whenever this man leaned against him, calling out another's name, he wanted nothing more than to rape him to death.

Chenglong himself didn't understand where this hatred came from; he was utterly confused, just as he didn't understand why he had risked bringing this male concubine back from the young prince's palace. But at that moment, when he saw the bloodstains on the bed and the already cold body lying there, his mind went blank…

On the young prince's wedding day, Chenglong, the clan leader of one of the three great noble families, had no heart to linger at the banquet. He kept wondering what expression his devoted male concubine would have on this joyous day. He couldn't control his feet, and as if possessed, he left the main hall and secretly sneaked into the young prince's palace… And to his surprise, the two loyal shikigami didn't come to stop him. Along the way, he didn't even see a single palace maid or guard, easily entering the bedchamber, only to witness a chilling scene…

He had underestimated that brat Mingye; he never imagined someone so young could be so ruthless! To erase his own romantic history, he didn't hesitate to use "Tu Mi" to execute this poor male favorite, even abandoning the child in his womb.

In the 112th chapter of *Tianhun Zhuan*

, the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Palace went to visit his younger brother. From afar, he could hear the sound of shattering utensils, mixed with his younger brother's loud curses and the pleas for mercy from palace maids and servants—like a chaotic symphony.

"A bunch of useless trash!" The main melody suddenly rose, drowning out the others, and the room fell silent.

Shen Tianwang had just stepped into the room when a soft pillow flew towards him, hitting him squarely in the face. He caught the pillow, rubbing his sore nose. Suddenly, the pillow in his arms twitched twice and made a "whimpering" sound. Shen Tianwang then realized that the "pillow" was not only soft and fluffy in his hands, but also warm. He opened his eyes and looked closely: Ha, it wasn't a pillow at all! It was clearly a fluffy, snow-white, soft little animal, with two big, dark eyes filled with tears, looking at him pitifully, as if it was about to cry but couldn't—it was Little Wulong!

Even it was being used to vent his anger, which showed how fierce his brother's rage was.

How could the palace maids and servants handle it? The group of people kneeling on the floor in the room, seeing His Highness the Crown Prince enter, all had expressions of relief on their faces. The enthusiasm with which they stepped forward to pay their respects was so great that they almost hugged his legs to express their gratitude.

Shen Tianwang smiled and waved his hand: "Alright, you can all leave now."

With a few swishes, the room was cleared.

The little dragon was still snuggling pitifully in his arms when he grabbed the little guy by the back, flung him away, and the poor thing whimpered as it was thrown onto the sofa in the corner, its legs in the air.

"What are you doing here?!" Kui, dressed in a white shirt, was curled up on the bed. His eyes darted around, but finding nothing to vent his anger on, he set his sights on the medicine bottles on the bedside table. Like a starving wolf cub suddenly finding its prey, his eyes lit up, and he pounced to smash the bottles to pieces.

"Hey, hey, hey!" His brother was faster, quickly moving the medicine bottles to a safer spot, out of his reach.

"Mind your own business!" The wolf cub bristled, baring its teeth and claws.

The older brother, the prince, was good-natured. He sat down next to the bed: "What's wrong? Who made you angry? Tell your brother, okay?" He pulled his younger brother over, making him lie down, and gently stroked his forehead, conveying affectionate tenderness.

The wolf cub's bristling fur gradually subsided, and his older brother exuded a reassuring aura. Kui composed himself and began, his voice filled with grievance, "My legs won't lift, I can't walk! My hands can't even hold a cup, I need to be fed! My muscles and bones ache all over, I can't control anything! And..." His voice trailed off, "Mingming hasn't come to see me for five days..."

Ha! Shen Tianwang chuckled, "Missing him again now? Who was it that yelled and kicked him out a few days ago?"

"It's because he keeps mentioning that person's name in front of me! I just woke up, and instead of paying attention to me, he's thinking about someone else!"

Kui had found the right person to confide in; his brother was someone who doted on his younger brother to the point of having no principles, his heart completely swayed by him. Hearing her brother's words, she nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, it's definitely fate."

Hearing someone agree, Kui's anger subsided considerably. Relaxing, she inadvertently said too much, "He even cried, saying I took his ring and demanded it back. It's just a piece of junk, who would want to take it? Isn't he stingy?"

"He cried?" Shen Tianwang was somewhat surprised. He hadn't noticed the little demon king crying when he left with a sullen face that day. Ha, so even the heartless demons can cry.

"He only cries in front of me," Kui said, feeling a little smug.

"You took his things? A ring?"

Kui initially wanted to deny it outright, but after thinking for a moment, she reached under her pillow and pulled out the simply crafted ring.

Shen Tianwang took it and his expression changed slightly: "Jiong Jin!"

This rare metal is said to be meltable only by the fires of hell. A ring forged from this precious metal is undoubtedly a priceless treasure, indestructible by anything in the world. The sentiment embodied in the ring speaks volumes.

"He went to all that trouble to make a ring for himself?"

"No! The rings were supposed to be a pair!"

Kui was furious, but his brother pressed on, "A pair? What about the other one?"

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Tianwang heard a loud "boom," and his younger brother burst into flames, his face charred black like a sweet potato thrown into a fire.

"I'm so angry! I'm so angry! I won't give it back! I won't!"

Blinded by rage, Kui opened his mouth and swallowed the ring whole.

His brother, watching from the side, was dumbfounded. It took him a while to react: "Xiao Kui... if Mingming cares so much about this ring, I think we should keep it and use it to threaten him when necessary..."

"Why didn't you say so sooner!" Kui hurriedly put her hand down her throat, scratching for a long time, and shouted: "Someone! Prepare the meal!"

"What are you going to do now?"

"Eat your fill and then poop it out!" "

..."

Heavenly Soul Chronicles 113

"Ah... no no... don't put it in... don't..." Qianfan woke up, shouting in panic.

His head was still dizzy, and his other senses hadn't returned, but the tearing pain in his lower body was unusually clear. His labia were stuffed full, and something hot was trying to enter his body. This familiar sense of shame made him instinctively resist.

"Oh, baby, you're awake?" Chenglong was overjoyed and kissed his temples. Doing it to him while he was unconscious always lacked a bit of interactive stimulation.

"You...you again...ah!" The person on top of him thrust in again, and Qianfan felt the hard, thick object pressing against his entrance penetrate even deeper. His vagina was suddenly stretched, and a throbbing pain immediately followed. He turned his face away, breathing deeply, trying to adjust his body.

"Ah...ah...no...no..." He knew he couldn't avoid this daily humiliation. The shame and sorrow in his heart caused tears to fall uncontrollably, soaking the sheets.

What an adorable beauty!

Chenglong stared, somewhat mesmerized, at the sobbing figure beneath him. He was so fragile, completely unable to resist his violation. The man's eyes were dark and clear, untouched by the world, like those of a pure, innocent newborn baby. Chenglong's heart stirred. He didn't rush to enter him, but instead held his delicate body tightly in his arms, burying his face in the crook of his neck, kissing and savoring. His skin was white and tender, exuding an intoxicating fragrance. His long, black, and silky hair was spread out across the bed… The demon elder, who never dared to call out his partner's name during lovemaking, couldn't help but whisper his name over and over again: “Qianfan… baby… don't worry, I'll be as gentle as possible… you'll feel good soon.”

The arms holding Qianfan tightened, pressing him down. Qianfan spread his legs wide, his private parts welcoming the huge penis, unable to resist the invasion. “Ah… ah…” He felt dizzy with pain, his hands gripping Chenglong's taut back muscles. Sweat made his skin extremely slippery, with no foothold. His hands couldn't exert any force, instead teasingly stroking the other's back.

“Baby, do you like it?” Chenglong lifted the back of his neck, forcing him to face him.

Qianfan's handsome face was flushed, a blush that was hard to tell if from passion or shame. His eyes, brimming with tears, were unfocused as he stared blankly at the other man. His thin lips parted slightly, uttering soft moans that sent shivers down a man's spine.

"Ah...it hurts...no...no...mmm..." His red lips were forcefully silenced.

Chenglong thought: Darling, if you keep moaning like that, I'll ejaculate before I even get inside.

His tongue invaded Qianfan's mouth, easily finding his soft, sweet tongue in the warm, moist air, teasing and biting it. The moans that had been trapped in his throat transformed into soft, gentle murmurs, like spring rain.

The desire within him burned fiercely.

Chenglong almost lost control, wanting to thrust into him completely. But his remaining reason repeatedly warned him that the man beneath him was still injured; if he were to force himself on him, he feared the man wouldn't be able to withstand it and would perish. His penis was swollen to the point of bursting veins, only a third of its purplish-red shaft submerged in the tender pink opening.

"I can't hold back anymore, baby... ah!" He thrust forward, forcefully pushing the monstrous torch further into the narrow passage. The tender flesh inside clung tightly to the shaft, making him tremble all over: "Oh, baby... baby! You're a natural beauty! I'll treat you well... um!" With that, he thrust again with force.

"Ah!!" Qianfan screamed, his chest involuntarily arching, pressing against the other's body. He kicked his legs twice, but still couldn't escape the indescribable swelling and pain in his lower body. That thick thing, desperately trying to squeeze into the crevice of his body, simply couldn't accommodate it, it insisted on... forcefully tearing, possessing, penetrating—

"I can't... I, ah... no! It's too deep..." The physique of a descendant of a demon gave him an innate allure. But this body, defying the laws of nature, had a defect in its female parts. His vagina was narrow and his uterus shallow, so every time they had intercourse, he inevitably tore and bled. This man's penis was enormous and overwhelming. With such forceful penetration, Qianfan's uterus was almost ruptured.

However, his warm, tight, forbidden place gave Chenglong unprecedented pleasure: "Almost there...baby, just a little longer..." he said, continuing to thrust forward, knowing the person beneath him had reached their limit, but he couldn't care less.

Qianfan was too weak to scream anymore; his hands, which had been on Chenglong's back, slipped onto the sheets. He could only open his body, allowing himself to be violated. This scene felt like a return to those unbearable days from many years ago. His father, his elder brother, had just as brutally raped him that day, pinning him down... During those days, he was violated every night until he was dizzy and disoriented, and during the day he would faint and lose consciousness. It was as if he had never seen the sunlight in his life...

"Qianfan, will you be my wife?" A clear child's voice pierced his heart. The child offered a homemade ring, proposing in an old-fashioned manner...

He remembered that it had just rained that day, and the sun wasn't shining brightly. But why did he feel that the whole world was bright? After the passion

subsided

, Chenglong held Qianfan and applied medicine to his injured genitals. His fingertips slid along the inner walls of his flesh again and again, the sensation indescribable.

"Your Highness..." he called weakly, trying hard to recall the child's every smile and frown in his mind. Only in this way could he alleviate the endless pain in his body and have the courage to live.

"Forget him, he doesn't want you anymore."

The cold sarcasm that rang in his ears brought Qianfan, who had fainted from the pain of being raped, back to his senses. "Hmm..." He shifted slightly, realizing the thick, terrifying penis had withdrawn from his body, but his swollen labia were still being rubbed. The man's breath came from behind him, warm and ticklish on his neck. He turned his head slightly to avoid it.

"Don't move!" the man behind him growled threateningly.

Qianfan realized he was being held in the man's arms, one of his thighs draped over the other's arm. The man lifted his leg with one hand, exposing his private parts. The other hand continued to caress his ravaged, swollen labia.

"Enough... don't... touch anymore..." It was already covered in wounds, yet it couldn't resist the teasing. The tingling pain was mixed with a tingling pleasure, causing his tender labia to involuntarily contract and suck. Waves of warmth overflowed from his flower path...

"Look at you, wet again. Want more?"

"No!" He struggled in terror, but iron arms grabbed his thigh, then swept it across his chest, holding him firmly in place. He tried to twist his waist, but the arms tightened even more, his thigh pressing against one of his breasts, while the other soft one was held in the other's hand.

"Ah..." he couldn't help but cry out in pain. His breast was full of milk, but he never opened his milk ducts to let the person abusing him suckle, preferring to endure the throbbing pain himself.

"You're really not learning your lesson. When will you let me taste your milk?" Cheng Long teased, increasing the pressure in his hand, kneading the soft breast into different shapes, flattening and rounding it as he pleased.

Qianfan wept uncontrollably, pleading, "Let me go...please, let me go back..."

"Go back? You want to go back to that brat? Don't be silly, he's already abandoned you. Do you want to go back and die?" Chenglong's anger flared. He forcefully pulled his arm back, flattening Qianfan's high breasts, and with his other hand, he pressed two fingers into Qianfan's flower path as punishment.

The delicate body in his arms couldn't withstand the stimulation. With a scream, it jerked a few times before collapsing into his arms, motionless, only able to twitch slightly, panting softly.

He released his grip, and the two elastic breasts immediately regained their roundness and firmness, the nipples standing proudly red, like rosebuds waiting to be plucked. He freed his fingers and scratched them, watching with satisfaction as the person in his arms trembled uncontrollably. A trickle of lustful fluid gushed from the flower below, flowing all over his hands.

“Baby, don’t even think about going back. Stay here obediently, and I’ll give you whatever you want. Going back will only lead to your death.” Cheng Long whispered in his ear, “If I hadn’t arrived in time that day, you would have been dead long ago.”

“Then why…didn’t I die?” Qian Fan managed to squeeze out the words.

He remembered that day, Lady Yi Quan had come with the sole intention of killing him. The liquid she poured into his mouth must have been poison, so why was he still alive? And why hadn’t the Gu worm in his heart eaten away at his heart meridian and burst out of his chest? If he had known he would be brought to such a place and raped day and night, he would have preferred to die in the little prince’s palace back then, rather than suffer such inhuman humiliation.

"You didn't die because I saved your life. Remember that, it was me who saved you!"

Qianfan sobbed. "Your Highness must be very worried... Please let me go back, I can't leave him." Chenglong was

furious and threw him onto the bed:

"You ungrateful fool! He wanted to kill you, do you know that? He married the Queen and didn't want you anymore! When the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son woke up, he didn't want you anymore! You're a useless plaything, even though you're pregnant with his child, he still cruelly poisoned you! Don't you understand? To him, you're nothing at all. Stop being so pathetic!"

"You... what did you say?" Qianfan struggled to sit up, his phoenix eyes wide open, staring at Chenglong in disbelief. This was the first time he dared to look directly at this villain who had always humiliated him. "You just said... I'm pregnant... pregnant?"

Chenglong was stunned: He didn't know?

"Is it true?" Qianfan grabbed his hand, asking urgently, "Is what you're saying true? I...I'm pregnant?" He desperately wanted an answer, but the other remained silent at this crucial moment, refusing to answer. Qianfan lowered his head, gently stroking his flat stomach, unable to accept this fact: "How could this be? How could I...be pregnant?" He paused, a glint of joy flashing in his eyes, muttering to himself, "Is it His Highness's? Is it His Highness's child?"

Chenglong narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself: Could it be that even that brat Mingye doesn't know he's pregnant?

"You're pregnant, already over two months along. You didn't know? His Highness didn't know either?"

Qianfan wasn't very shrewd, and without thinking it over, he shook his head: "He doesn't know. If he did..." If His Highness knew, what kind of expression would he have? Would he like this child? Would he find him disgusting, a man pregnant like a woman?

Qianfan, filled with unease, was completely unaware of the sinister glint in the eyes of the person beside him. In a flash, an iron arm reached out and grabbed Qianfan's long hair. After a dizzying spin, he was pinned to Chenglong's lap. The Demon Clan Chief raised a hand and slammed it down towards his abdomen. In that instant, Qianfan saw the other's movements clearly.

" No—" he screamed, desperately protecting his abdomen, his arms crossed over his lower abdomen as he curled up. With this movement, the palm almost struck his chest. Chenglong, startled, quickly withdrew his strike. Seeing the other's movements stop, Qianfan slid rapidly off the bed. Once his feet touched the ground, he immediately turned and retreated, breaking free from Chenglong's control. The demon patriarch, sitting on the bed, had just hesitated, but the frail figure in his arms still had the strength to resist. He stirred a fragrant breeze, his figure shifting, a few strands of his hair brushing against Cheng Long's face, momentarily disorienting him. Cheng Long looked up and saw the beauty staring at him warily, retreating step by step until she reached the antique pear wood eight-immortal table. She gripped the edge of the table for support, her body too weak to stand. Cheng Long smiled, a complex smile, a thousand threads of emotion, impossible to decipher. Qian Fan was both shocked and frightened; his old ailment flared up, his chest aching, his mouth filled with a metallic taste. He gritted his teeth, refusing to faint, one hand bracing against the table edge, the other tightly protecting his abdomen. He knew his resistance was futile, but unwilling to surrender, he stubbornly held on. He was naked at this moment, his long black hair flowing freely. To Cheng Long, the way he looked was surprisingly charming, not at all pathetic. His movement to escape his grip was like a whirlwind, so light and graceful, his waist so supple. "Escape? Where can you escape to?" Cheng Long smirked; his desires were always easily aroused in this man's presence. A gust of wind blew, and half a second later he was standing before Qian Fan. Qian Fan didn't even have time to be surprised before his body was forcibly flipped over, a large hand pressing him firmly against the table, his hands twisted behind his back. "No, no!" He struggled a few times, but it was useless! His chest was pressed against the table, his full breasts aching painfully, the cold sensation seeping into his body from the pear wood surface, making him shiver uncontrollably. The hand behind him continued to tighten, as if trying to crush his sternum. Gradually, he struggled to breathe, and his vision began to blur. Seeing that he had completely lost the strength to resist, Cheng Long finally released his grip. Taking a step back, the Demon Clan Chief leisurely admired this unexpectedly acquired beautiful toy. Qianfan lay motionless on the table, his pert buttocks directly facing Cheng Long. Truly a beauty! Even the seasoned womanizer, who had slept with countless women, couldn't help but admire this sight. His buttocks were firmer than a woman's, yet more voluptuous and rounded than a man's, coupled with his rare snow-white skin, making him a sight to behold and stirring up lustful desires. No rush, there's no need to hastily abort his child after ten months of pregnancy. It's better to use it to blackmail this innocent beauty. Anyway, there's plenty of time; there will be many opportunities to abort. Qianfan caught his breath and was about to sit up when a sudden gust of wind came from behind. As he raised his upper body, the hand moved from his waist to his front, kneading and groping his chest and abdomen. A strong masculine scent enveloped him, and that hot, hard thing he still remembered so vividly pressed against his buttocks again. "My beauty, your skin is so beautiful, so smooth and tender!"

The devil's lewd teasing reached his ears, and Qianfan trembled, tears streaming down his face: "I can't escape, Your Highness, what should I do? I can't escape..." The hand slowly moved down, touching his lower abdomen. "Ah...no..." Qianfan thrashed about, struggling desperately. He knew it was futile, but...the child! Your Highness's child!

The man kissed his face, his hair, his neck wildly, haphazardly and lustfully, thrusting uncontrollably against him, his rapid and hot breath hitting his ear. "I'll fuck you!" the demon murmured uncontrollably, "I'll fuck you until you miscarry! After the little bastard in your belly is gone, I'll let you carry my child!"

"No!" Qianfan's body went limp upon hearing this, like a prisoner sentenced to death, a death wish rising in his heart. Tears streamed down his face, but he still bravely retorted, "If this child is gone, I won't live either!"

"Hehe, you're so stubborn, so cute... Don't be so smug, this bastard might not be your little prince's child, it might be someone else's... Do you remember how many people played with your body back then? You were gang-raped by them one after another..." Satisfied, Chenglong held the trembling body in his arms and continued to speak cruel words. "Perhaps, the child in your belly will be one of theirs. What will your little prince think of you then? Heh, how disappointed he will be..."

"Shut up! Shut up! Don't say anymore!" Qianfan felt his heart shatter into pieces, his chest aching more than when the Gu worms were gnawing at his heart, the pain almost suffocating him.

No! He didn't want to be pregnant with another man's child; he only wanted the little life he and the little prince were nurtured together!

"Fine, you shameless woman, how dare you rebuke me?!" Chenglong pushed him onto the table again, lifting him by the waist.

"No, no!" Qianfan cried out. Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, as long as the little life in his womb might be the little prince's, he would protect him and not let anyone hurt him. "No...Sir, I didn't scold you...I didn't! Sir, please let me go...No! Don't hurt the child...Waaah!" He begged incoherently, "As long as you let the child go, I...I'll agree to anything! Please...please don't..."

Cheng Long, having achieved his goal, could no longer restrain his erection. His large hands pinched Qian Fan's buttocks, kneading them roughly before parting them to reveal a pink, delicate anus. The alluring opening seemed to speak, opening and closing, trembling, evoking pity. Cheng Long couldn't resist, bending down and licking the folds of the opening with his tongue. The undulating contours were traced by his warm, moist tongue, the taste sweet as honey. His tongue pushed open the opening and inside.

"Uh...ah...ah ah..." Qian Fan screamed, her beautiful buttocks writhing uncontrollably.

Cheng Long withdrew his tongue and said, "Your ass is amazing!" His penis plunged in. "If I don't fuck your midsection, I'll fuck your anus, it's just as ecstatic! Ha, you slut! whore! beauty! I'll fuck you to death today!"

With each thrust, blood splattered.

Qian Fan slumped on the table, his body being pushed and pulled back and forth, his breasts rubbing against the surface. From his sensitive nipples, a terrifying throbbing sensation flowed through his body like an electric current, yet it felt strangely pleasurable. Blood flowed down his thighs, but he felt no pain, not even shame. To make it easier for the thick penis to penetrate deeper, his legs quietly opened wider, his buttocks raised higher, his buttocks clenched tightly, his anus contracting and relaxing, sucking Cheng Long's penis until it lost its grip.

A jet of water, as swift and powerful as a fire hose, sprayed deep into his body with a "whoosh," the heat almost scorching his intestinal walls, causing his pleasure-seeking rear to tremble.

"Ah..." Qianfan sighed comfortably, closing his eyes in satisfaction, and finally fainted. In the flower bushes of the courtyard

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, a sneaky head popped up, sinking in one place and then rising again in the other. Because of its silver hair, it stood out conspicuously among the evergreen plants.

"What are you doing here, Young Master Guiyi?"

Guiyi, who was crawling on the grass, saw a pair of shoes in front of him, knowing that his sneak attack had failed again. "Tch! So heavily guarded!" He cursed under his breath, tossing away the branch he was using as cover. He stood up, dusted off his clothes, and glared at the newcomer with an unfriendly expression. "Could you pretend you didn't see me?"

The physician bowed and smiled slightly. "It's my duty; I cannot comply."

Gui Yi was indignant. "I just wanted to take a look, just a quick glance from a distance..."

The physician remained calm. "The clan leader has ordered that no unrelated people are allowed to approach. I am merely following orders. I hope you won't make things difficult for me, young master."

"What's so great about that? Fine, I won't look!" He flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

The physician breathed a sigh of relief, watched his departing figure for a moment, and then turned and walked back to the inner courtyard. Unexpectedly, at that moment, a gust of wind rose behind him. The physician was startled, but it was too late to stop him. "Young Master Gui Yi, you can't!"

Unfortunately, Gui Yi was never one to obey orders! He moved with lightning speed, swiftly passing the physician, twisting his neck and making faces as he ran: "Idiot! You think you can stop me?"

The physician stamped his foot, cursing inwardly: What a spoiled young master! He dared not delay and quickly picked up after him.

Guiyi's skills were considered quite good in the clan, but he only managed to glimpse the alluring scene inside the room through the open window before being blocked by the approaching guards.

The head guard's face turned cold: "Young Master Guiyi, this road is blocked. Please turn back, sir!" He gave a signal to his left and right, and two burly guards immediately stood on either side of Guiyi, each grabbing one of his arms and lifting him up.

Gui Yi was suddenly lifted off the ground in an awkward position. He kicked his feet desperately, cursing, "Hey! What are you doing? Put me down right now! Do you know who I am? How dare you be so disrespectful to me... ugh ugh ugh..."

His mouth was covered by the arriving physician, who sternly gestured for him to be quiet and advised in a low voice, "Even if the clan chief is the young master's uncle, disobeying his orders will not end well for you."

The clan chief's personal guards showed no mercy to this young master, carrying him in mid-air like a duckling until they reached the edge of the courtyard before releasing him.

Upon regaining his freedom, Guiyi's first question to the physician was, "What did you mean just now? Do you think my uncle would punish me for a mere human male concubine?"

The physician nodded, "Absolutely. Trust me, don't take the risk."

Guiyi was speechless for a long time: "That person actually managed to bewitch my uncle like this?" In his memory, his uncle had never been so anxious as to mobilize troops to guard a plaything. This newcomer was no ordinary person!

"Sigh, untamed pets are always special..." The physician sighed, then suddenly realized he had said too much and quickly stopped.

Guiyi's appetite was whetted even more: "Untamed?" He repeated, finding it unbelievable. "That human... actually refused to submit to my uncle?"

He hadn't seen clearly in that one glance, only hastily catching a glimpse of two naked bodies entangled together on the bed. The burly man on top was undoubtedly his uncle, his tanned, athletic body glistening with sweat. The one below had very fair skin and a slender, delicate figure. There was no movement between them; Guiyi only saw his uncle burying his head tightly against the other woman's chest. As for her face, it was obscured by the bed curtains.

"Just how stunningly beautiful is she?" Guiyi wondered, swallowing hard.

"Stop thinking about it, he's your uncle's man! Young Master Guiyi, you should leave now, this is no place for you. It's not worth getting into trouble for a little curiosity!" The physician pushed the troublesome young master away, but he knew in his heart that the willful young master wouldn't give up easily. From now on, more guards will be needed.

Qianfan was awake for only a short time each day, and Chenglong, never one to show mercy, naturally wouldn't let him off the hook, playing with him in all sorts of ways until he fainted again.

Just as he was burying his head in his chest, kissing him, the person beneath him let out a soft moan and woke up, opening his beautiful, alluring phoenix eyes and looking at him timidly. Chenglong felt a surge of desire, released Qianfan, and got out of bed. A moment later, he returned, throwing what he was holding in front of Qianfan. Jianjie commanded,

"Put them on, let me see."

Qianfan saw clearly what it was—a pair of sheer black stockings. He looked up at Chenglong with difficulty, then down at the transparent stockings, still unwilling to move.

Chenglong lost patience and hissed, "Put them on!"

Qianfan trembled in fright, forcing back tears, and slowly took the stockings, putting them on his bare, smooth legs—such a shameful outfit! His heart trembled, his hands trembled too. The stockings were long, pulling them up to his thighs. Just as he finished putting them on, his legs were lifted up.

"Ah..."

Qianfan braced himself behind him, straightening his bare upper body. He trembled slightly, watching as the other person ripped his legs apart, hoisted them onto his shoulders, and began to kiss them with fascination, licking from his toes all the way to his thighs.

The black stockings gleamed with a sexy sheen, clinging tightly to his skin, making the curves of his legs appear firm, delicate, long, and exquisite. It felt smooth as silk to the touch, and when smelled, it had a slightly fishy smell.

The person on top of him, like a beast in heat, licked Qianfan's legs until they were wet and cool, making him tremble uncontrollably. When that person's tongue finally reached his private parts, sucking with ecstasy, making a "slurping" sound, he involuntarily arched his chest, and a soft moan of pleasure escaped from his delicate nose:

"Mmm...mmm..." His body heated up, and his toes, which were stretched out in the air, curled and straightened repeatedly.

Chenglong saw that the exquisite jade stem between his legs was erect, and knew that he was enjoying himself; the aphrodisiac "Forgetfulness" was beginning to take effect. Now, the beauty would not run away again. He smiled sinisterly, put down Qianfan's legs, and stepped aside.

Qianfan looked at him blankly, his attention drawn to the thick thing between his legs. That thing, which usually looked ferocious, now seemed somewhat cute. Qianfan stared at the manhood with a mixture of shyness and resentment, swallowed hard, and his breathing quickened, his heart fluttering slightly.

Chenglong beckoned to him, "Come here, come over here, use your mouth to do it for me."

Qianfan snapped out of his daze, hurriedly turning his face away, not daring to look again. But his body had already become wanton. Streams of honey-like fluid gushed from his flower path, soaking the sheets. His nipples were swollen, painful, and itchy, making him almost unable to resist reaching out to squeeze them. His anus opened and closed empty, almost sucking the sheets beneath him into its opening.

Seeing that he wanted it but didn't want it, Chenglong suddenly felt a surge of kindness and gave him a reason to be wanton: "If you won't use your mouth to do it for me, do you expect me to fuck the baby in your womb until it's ruined?"

Thinking of the child in his womb, Qianfan suddenly came to his senses. With tears in his eyes, he slowly crawled to Chenglong, lowered his head, and licked the hot, burning shaft.

"Oh...oh! Good!" His technique made Cheng Long's eyes widen in pleasure. "Suck...suck it!"

With no other choice, Qian Fan had to open his mouth and swallow the foul-smelling fleshy pillar.

05-07
Heavenly Soul Chronicle 117

The lips became vibrant due to the friction. Cheng Long looked down and saw a circle of crimson enveloping his thick member.

The body temperature of the descendants of demons is generally high, and Qian Fan was also sick, running a low fever. The mouth was warm and soft, but unfortunately, he was too weak at the moment. After only a few movements, he collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, his snow-white chest heaving. Because he was lying face down, his two breasts, which had been accumulating milk for several days, trembled and hung down, already as large as bowls, heavy, white and tender, with two delicate red blushes at the tips.

Cheng Long's heart itched, and he secretly reached under Qian Fan's chest, cupping one breast in each hand and rubbing them vigorously. The texture was so soft and exquisitely beautiful.

"Ugh... Hmm..." Poor Qianfan still had the other's penis in her mouth, unable to dodge, and could only endure the throbbing pain in her chest.

The round spheres were pinched and kneaded into different shapes in Chenglong's hands, and he watched with satisfaction as the snow-white of Qianfan's chest turned a peach-pink color under his ruthless ravages. He maliciously pinched Qianfan's nipples with his fingers, rubbing them back and forth on the sensitive areolas. The body, eroded by the aphrodisiac, gradually responded. With Qianfan's moans of passion, the nipples between his fingers hardened, their color deepened, and they were much larger than before.

Qianfan felt an unbearable itch in her lower body, as if insects were wriggling inside her, making her labia tremble uncontrollably. If only there were a hard, long thing to insert inside and poke around, how wonderful that would be, she thought blankly, her eyes becoming hazy.

Seeing that he was no longer able to serve his treasure with his mouth, Cheng Long withdrew his thick member from Qian Fan's mouth. This movement brought out a strand of saliva, which dangled from the corner of Qian Fan's mouth.

After the rod that had almost suffocated him was pulled out, Qian Fan gasped for breath, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment, looking up at Cheng Long with confusion.

His beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with misty tears, looking at him with resentment. Cheng Long grinned maliciously, pinching Qian Fan's nipples and pulling them down sharply.

"Ah—" Qian Fan hadn't expected such a sudden and ruthless act; his body jolted in pain, and two streams of white milk spurted from his breasts.

Cheng Long hadn't expected him to ejaculate milk, and was overjoyed: "Oh, your breasts are so wanton! Come, come, use your breasts to relieve my fire." Saying this, he impatiently inserted his penis between Qian Fan's breasts.

The coarse pubic hair brushed against Qianfan's nipples, making them both sore and itchy. His breasts weren't large enough for breast sex, so he had to use his hands to push and squeeze his breasts together, trying to clench his penis between them.

"Move faster!"

The other's angry shout startled Qianfan, who could only twist his waist more vigorously, rubbing his smooth, soft breasts against the monstrous, hot penis. However, his weak body couldn't satisfy the demon chieftain's lust. Qianfan's hands gradually weakened, unable to hold his breasts steady, causing his penis to slip out of his cleavage several times. Unable to vent his burning desire, Chenglong angrily raised his hand and slapped him.

"Useless trash! You can't even do this properly!"

Qianfan was knocked to the side, and before he could get up, he was thrown back onto the bed.

In a semi-conscious state, Qianfan vaguely felt something pressing against his vagina. He suddenly realized that the thing was already halfway inside his vagina.

"No! Ah...ah! My lord...no..." He struggled against the other's advances, crying desperately, large tears streaming down his face: "My lord...you said you wouldn't touch me there! Ah...my lord, you just promised me...you wouldn't hurt the child..."

"Did I promise?" Cheng Long chuckled, withdrawing his penis, but the tender flesh around the opening clung tightly to him, trying to hold him back: "Hmph, you slut, you wouldn't let me fuck you, would you?" With that, he thrust forward with all his might—

"Ah!!!!" Qian Fan screamed, his whole body arching upwards, his phoenix eyes wide open, but completely unfocused: "Your Highness...save me...uh...Your...Your Highness...uh ah!!!!"

Cheng Long, enraged, thrust heavily into him, yelling, "Stop screaming! Nobody's coming to save you! Who do you think you are? Give up!" His sharp blade pounded relentlessly, and Qian Fan screamed and threw his head back as he was being fucked.

Cheng Long hoisted one of his legs onto his shoulder and wrapped the other around his waist. "Look at yourself, you're so wet down there! You're all soaking wet, and you're still screaming 'no'?" Cheng Long teased as he thrust, "Being fucked by one man, and you're thinking about another! You lewd slut!"

"I...I'm not...ah! ah! um..."

"You're enjoying this much, and you still say no?"

His itchy vagina was filled to the brim, and Qian Fan knew clearly that he was being raped by a man, unable to resist or stop the ecstasy rising within him. Unable to suppress this primal desire, his body involuntarily yielded, conquered…

Qianfan, his back against the headboard, had nowhere to retreat. Each thrust caused his soft body to arch and fall, his breasts swaying violently. They could no longer hold any more milk, and each sway brought immense pain. Helpless, he could only cross his arms across his chest, protecting his two writhing breasts to prevent them from bouncing too much.

“What’s wrong? Are your chests so uncomfortable?” Chenglong mischievously pulled his hands up, pinning them to either side of his head, and deliberately increased the speed of his hip thrusts, pumping even more violently.

"Ah...ah..." Her breasts, now unsupported, swayed wildly. Qianfan was in so much pain she was delirious, screaming, "Ahhh...it's broken...it'll...it'll break...no...ah...stop...stop! I can't...ah...uh...uh...I can't take it anymore...ah────"

A jet of hot water shot into her uterus like an arrow. Qianfan was paralyzed by the spray, no longer crying out, silently enduring the man's onslaught. Her breasts rose high, convulsing incessantly, her nipples occasionally spurting out a few drops of fragrant milk.

How could Chenglong resist in this situation? He

held Qianfan, lifted her chest, and lowered his head to suckle one of her nipples... After each act of rape, the physician responsible for cleaning up the mess was always terrified. He went to the bedside; the familiar scene was still poignant—the bed was stained, the white sheets soaked with blood and semen. The beautiful male prostitute, utterly abused, was too weak to close his legs, which were spread wide open, revealing his ravaged and mangled genitals. Like a soulless puppet, he simply stared blankly, his eyes devoid of any light, dry and without even a tear. From that day on, Qianfan never uttered a word, neither crying nor making a fuss. He remained listless all day, indifferent to everything. His health fluctuated; sometimes he would be unconscious for days on end, and when he did wake, he would sit silently by the window, his eyelids drooping, his face expressionless. He seemed less than human. When Chenglong abused him, he did not resist, simply allowing himself to be manipulated. His despondency did nothing to aid his recovery. The physician was helpless and could only administer strong medications to keep him alive, allowing him to live one day at a time. Chenglong saw this and knew that if things continued like this, he wouldn't survive the winter. Autumn was already more than halfway over, and a chill was beginning to creep in. Wearing only a thin robe, Qianfan sat blankly by the window, seemingly oblivious to the cooler weather. Someone draped an outer robe over him: "It's chilly here, don't sit by the window." Chenglong picked him up and placed him back on the bed. Qianfan assumed he was about to indulge his lust again, so he obediently lay down, turning his head away and closing his eyes. A sweet, milky scent wafted by, and Qianfan felt something warm and soft touch his face, hearing the sweet laughter of a baby. He abruptly opened his eyes and saw Chenglong holding a baby only a few months old, swaying it around beside him, even touching his cheek with the baby's tiny face. A light finally appeared in Qianfan's eyes, and a gentle expression softened his face. The baby was a human child, with a few thick, dark hairs standing proudly upright on its head. Dark eyes stared curiously at Qianfan, little hands waving, wanting him to hold him. Their eyes met, and Qianfan's heart was gently touched. He slowly reached out and took the child into his arms. Completely ignored, Chenglong was somewhat displeased: "This little rascal, I carried him all the way here, and he cried the whole way, it was so annoying I almost wanted to strangle him! Now, as soon as he sees you, he's all smiles! He's asking for it!" Saying this, he couldn't help but reach out and give the little guy a sharp rap on the forehead. "Wah—" A deafening cry erupted! The little guy waved his little hands, trying to touch his sore head, but his arms were too chubby and short to reach, and his aggrieved cries became even louder. Chenglong cried out in pain, quickly covering his ears: "I can't take it, I can't take it, his crying makes me dizzy." It was all his fault for being so used to disciplining his nephew Guiyi with this method; he hadn't changed it yet. Qianfan tenderly kissed the red mark on the little boy's head, finding solace in the kiss. The boy's cries subsided, his little mouth pursed, whimpering softly. Qianfan tried to sit up, but a sudden wave of weakness washed over her, and she collapsed back onto the bed. "Wait, don't rush," Chenglong said gently, supporting her and placing a pillow behind her back. Qianfan remained silent, not even looking at him. Her entire focus was on the child in her arms, his soft, fragrant body making her feel somewhat helpless, unsure how to hold him comfortably, afraid that her strength might hurt him. The chubby baby's little hands and feet were restless, kicking and pulling, constantly trying to roll backward. Qianfan couldn't handle his playfulness, her arms growing weak. The little boy still wouldn't settle down, babbling and smiling at Qianfan. After playing with him for a while, Qianfan noticed an exquisite wicker basket beside the bed, lined with a mat and a small sheet. He put the baby back in the basket, looked at it reluctantly for a few moments, and then pushed the basket towards Chenglong. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" Chenglong asked, quite puzzled. "This is an orphan I specially adopted from the human world, to keep you company." As the head of a clan, it was already quite rare for him to go to such lengths for a male concubine. But Qianfan was unmoved, remaining silent and lying back down on the bed, closing his eyes: he was barely able to take care of himself, how could he possibly have the energy to care for a newborn baby? Chenglong was at his wit's end, so he placed the basket beside Qianfan and said firmly, "I've already given this little thing to you. Whether you want him or not is up to you." The implication was clear: it was his, and if Qianfan didn't care for him, he could let him starve to death. Having made his stance clear, Chenglong flicked his sleeves and strode out of the room. The baby, neglected in the basket, seemed to understand the adult's words and began to cry softly. Qianfan, being soft-hearted, propped himself up and pulled the wicker basket to his side. The baby, seeing someone paying attention, immediately stopped crying and smiled, his round little face glowing with a healthy rosy hue, utterly adorable. Qianfan took the child out and placed him on the bed, then carefully examined the basket's contents. It was fully stocked: formula, diapers, toys, little clothes… everything imaginable. Holding each item in his hands, everything was tiny and exuded a milky fragrance. Qianfan had never cared for a baby before, and he curiously picked them up to examine them one by one. As he looked at them, he couldn't help but gently stroke his own lower abdomen. There, too, was a little baby growing. He wondered if he could protect him. Qianfan cried out in his heart, "Your Highness, I'm here, I'm here..." In the dead of night, he would see the small, thin child again and again, huddled alone in a corner, his eyes vacant, silently shedding tears... Qianfan's heart ached as if being cut by a knife. He only wanted to run to him and hold him in his arms, but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't reach him. He could only call out in his heart again and again: "Your Highness, don't cry, I'm here, don't cry..." For several days, Clan Chief Chenglong did not appear in Qianfan's room. Without the intense sexual activity, Qianfan felt much more relaxed and at ease, both physically and mentally, and a smile gradually returned to his face. He spent his days with the baby, only responsible for playing with him; the experienced wet nurses took care of everything else.

The baby recognized people and clung to him all day long, only falling asleep when held. In anyone else's arms, the little one would cry incessantly.

Qianfan pulled back the baby's diaper to confirm it was a boy. He secretly learned the wet nurses' methods of caring for their babies. He was always worried that the demon servants wouldn't take human babies seriously. Sure enough, one time he witnessed a palace maid changing a diaper roughly. The baby cried loudly in pain. The demon girl not only didn't comfort him but also angrily pinched his soft, white thigh. From then on, Qianfan tried to do everything he could himself, refusing to delegate.

However, Qianfan was unaware that the demon realm's political situation was extremely turbulent during this time, a storm brewing against Prince Mingye. Chief Chenglong's absence for several days was also for this reason.

Guiyi, fully recovered from his injuries and regained his freedom, was overjoyed like a released prisoner. His first act was to rush to Shuntian City to find the young prince. However, upon arriving, he learned that his clan elders had already helped him decline his position as a member of the ceremonial guard. He stood dumbfounded at the palace gate; without his official rank, approaching the young prince would be difficult.

He knew the young prince returned from the Heavenly Palace morning court around this time, so he decided to wait outside the palace gate. The guards, knowing his identity, didn't interfere much.

Finally, the celestial warship returned and slowly landed. As soon as the hatch opened, Guiyi immediately saw the young prince surrounded by many people. His innate nobility, even when hidden in the crowd, made him a striking figure. The young prince

held a pen, and an official beside him unfolded a large diagram, displaying it before him. He walked around, discussing with the official and constantly making annotations on the diagram. Everyone wore a capable, calm, and focused expression; every decision they made was closely related to the national economy and people's livelihood of the Demon Clan.

Gui Yi suddenly felt ashamed that he had come to see the young prince so rashly, for a selfish and willful reason. He was too embarrassed to greet him, so he touched his nose and quietly retreated.

However, Ming Ye noticed him:

"Hey, you, um..." Ming Ye had a photographic memory, and although he remembered him, he never knew his name. Someone next to him immediately whispered, "That's young master Gui Yi, the heir of the Chenglong family."

"Oh, right, young master Gui Yi, please wait." Ming Ye nodded slightly to his left and right, and his subordinates understood, no longer following behind the young prince, and entered the main hall first.

Gui Yi was surprised that the young prince would take the initiative to speak to him. He stood there, watching the person walk up to him with a friendly smile.

"Is your injury from last time fully healed?" Ming Ye seemed a little uncertain, his eyes looking him up and down.

Gui Yi refused to back down, immediately patting his chest and laughing loudly, "All done, all done." He patted too hard, and since several ribs were broken, they couldn't withstand his forceful blows. He caught his breath and coughed so hard he bent over.

"Haha, you look so energetic, you're really alright now." Mingye patted him on the shoulder and said, "Last time, it was all thanks to you protecting the Queen. You saved the Emperor, and I haven't thanked you yet."

Hearing this, Guiyi felt ashamed and lowered his head, blushing. "Don't mention it. I didn't help at all back then... Besides, the royal family has already sent a generous gift to my family to calm my nerves. Alas, I really don't deserve it."

Mingye laughed, "Those things done in public were all done according to the rules. Why are you bringing them up?" His smile suddenly faded, and he lowered his voice to ask, "Didn't you tell anyone else about what happened that day?" Mingye was referring to the injuries he sustained that day in the Pure Azure Sky of the Heavenly Palace, which, as everyone knows, was the palace where the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son, Prince Shen Tiankui, resided. If Guiyi had mentioned the strange attack he encountered in the Pure Azure Sky to his clansmen, the Chenglong family, one of the three great noble families, would not have remained completely calm and undisturbed.

Gui Yi was an only child, spoiled by his family since childhood. Although intelligent, his mind wasn't as meticulous as Ming Ye's. He paused, then looked up and asked, "So what if you told others?"

Ah, that means

he already knew. Ming Ye smiled knowingly, thinking: Just as expected, a storm was probably inevitable. It was just a matter of when someone would lose their temper and seize the opportunity to cause trouble.

Gui Yi immediately realized he had misspoke and it was too late to take it back, so he simply admitted frankly, "Yes, I told my parents and uncle everything that happened that day. They kept asking me questions, and I got annoyed by them, so I told them the truth. I didn't embellish anything; I just said what I saw..."

"Alright, alright, I was just asking casually. You don't need to be in such a hurry," Ming Ye quickly changed the subject. "When I said I wanted to thank you, it was my own choice, and it had nothing to do with the royal family or anyone else. I owe you a favor privately, and if you have any requests that I can fulfill, I will try my best to satisfy you." In truth, it's only natural for a subordinate to protect their master. However, Mingye, the young master of the demon race, felt deeply guilty for not being able to seek justice for his people from the Heavenly Palace.

"I already said it's not necessary!" Guiyi suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Ah, right. If you really want to thank me, could I ask you for a favor?"

"What is it? Tell me."

"It's just..." Guiyi stammered. He remembered his uncle had instructed him to find a way to obtain the young prince's hair or blood. If he made this request now, the young prince would most likely give it to him, but at the same time, he would suspect his motives. So it was best not to mention it. He made up his mind before revealing his purpose for coming today: "Could you teach me how to use teleportation?"

Oh? Mingye raised his left eyebrow. Teleportation was a secret technique of the royal family, never to be passed on to outsiders. Moreover, this kind of magic is extremely difficult; even royal children without talent or a strong enough Heavenly Soul Power cannot master it. Therefore, throughout history, very few people have been able to master this profound secret technique.

"You want to learn instant teleportation?" Mingye pondered for a moment, "Alright, I'll teach you sometime."

Guiyi was overjoyed. Before coming here, he had already made up a story to use as an excuse when the young prince asked why, but he didn't expect that the prince would agree so readily without even asking. "Then it's a deal!" Guiyi was so happy that he punched the young prince hard on the shoulder.

Mingye was caught off guard and staggered back a few steps before regaining his balance.

Guiyi also realized that his behavior was inappropriate and could be considered disrespectful. He had developed a spoiled and stubborn temper since childhood and would never apologize, so he chuckled dryly, "Haha, sorry, I didn't expect you to be so thin, as frail as a little girl."

Mingye looked at him with some amusement. This guy has such a bad memory. Last time in the Heavenly Palace, he was defeated by me, unable to withstand even a single move. He lost so badly, and now he still has the nerve to laugh at others?

"Go home first. Once I have free time, I will send someone to invite you."

Seeing that the young prince was about to leave, Gui Yi hurriedly grabbed his arm: "Hey, you won't keep pretending you're busy and ignoring me, will you? I really want to learn quickly."

Ming Ye shook him off and laughed: "Don't be suspicious! I'm your master, I'm in charge of everything, okay?" Recently, a series of major events occurred in the Demon Clan's court—

a city reconstruction planning project was directly outsourced by the royal family to a human conglomerate without going through the Civil Affairs Department officials. This caused a huge uproar. The Demon Clan's political system is divided into three branches, coordinated by three departments: the Military Department, the Finance Department, and the Civil Affairs Department, which are controlled by the three major noble families. This outsourcing of the project is undoubtedly the royal family's intention to undermine the power of the Civil Affairs Department. As for who the real power holder in the royal family is, everyone knows the answer without saying a word.

Prince Mingye has consistently spared no effort in weakening the power of the nobility, a fact already evident in his past policies. However, his shrewdness and careful pre-emptive efforts to maintain a facade of normalcy meant that even policies aimed at diminishing the nobility appeared well-founded and impeccable on the surface.

But this time, with the project outsourcing, he didn't even bother with pretense, openly challenging the nobility's power.

Without the support of the nobility, the imperial power would also be precarious. The royal family and the nobility share an inseparable bond, a fact everyone understands. Therefore, the court officials were even more perplexed by Prince Mingye's intentions.

The imperial edict approving the project caused an uproar throughout the court. The Demon Lord intervened, ordering the project temporarily suspended and postponed. However, officials from the Finance Department reported that a sum of money in the national treasury, without approval, had already been given to a human conglomerate as a down payment for the project.

This was a complete violation of the rules! Using state funds privately was unprecedented in previous dynasties.

The Demon Lord Hengye was furious, slamming his fist on the table and, in front of all the ministers, severely reprimanding his younger brother for his audacity. In his reprimand, he deliberately downplayed the truth about the power stripping, only blaming his brother for being too young, inexperienced, and reckless, even trying to keep his elder brother in the dark. By the time he realized things were amiss, it was too late, and there was no way to undo the damage.

Then, he saw the deep smile hidden at the corner of his brother's mouth.

Hengye's heart sank; he knew his brother would not compromise. As expected, faced with his anger, the child simply came before him, bowed, then looked directly at him and said loudly,

"Your Majesty, I believe I have done nothing wrong. Based on past precedents, if this project is entrusted to the Civil Affairs Department, the expenses will inevitably increase by thirty percent compared to the current budget, and the completion date will likely be delayed by six months."

Upon hearing this, gasps filled the court, and many faces turned pale. These words were no small matter; Prince Mingye's words were a public accusation of official corruption and a blatant break with the nobility. The rift between the royal family and the nobility was already extremely deep, and their relationship was beyond repair.

Mingye had anticipated the reactions of his ministers. Looking at his "elder brother" on the throne, he continued, "Based on the above, I see no reason to submit the project proposal to the Civil Affairs Bureau for review."

Before the Demon Lord could respond, an official stepped forward to object: "Your Highness Mingye has always been generous to humans, having previously issued strict decrees forbidding our race from harming them. Now, you've entrusted a massive, costly project to them. Your Highness's favoritism towards humans makes me question your true intentions."

Finally, it happened!

Mingye turned to face the sharp-tongued minister, his expression turning serious: "I have always done only what is most beneficial to my race."

How many ministers in the court dared to say such a righteous and awe-inspiring statement? Even the eloquent minister was momentarily speechless.

"Alright, this matter will be discussed later," the Demon Lord on the throne waved his hand, signaling everyone to cease their argument. He turned to his younger brother, sighing with a headache, "Mingye, you were indeed short-sighted in this matter. I'm punishing you with three days of seclusion, starting immediately. Go back and submit the project report to me. After reviewing it, I will give everyone an explanation." He said this to take the blame for his brother.

Mingye didn't speak, only glanced at him indifferently, cupped his hands, and replied, "It's entirely up to Your Majesty." He turned and left the court. In

Chapter 121 of *Tianhun Zhuan

*, Guiyi didn't expect the young prince to send someone to summon him so quickly. While he was still playing with several noble girls in the small garden, a servant led a very ordinary-looking young man to him. The young man spoke of unrelated things, but simultaneously used telepathy to explain his true purpose to Guiyi. Guiyi understood that the young prince teaching him royal secret techniques was against the rules and shouldn't be publicized. He followed the young envoy's lead, exchanging a few rambling pleasantries, then told his servant he was going to find a friend without specifying where, before following the envoy into the palace.

The envoy led him through a secret passage, onto an elevator reserved for royalty, directly to the top of Shuntian City. Mingye was already waiting for him in the training room. Seeing him arrive, he smiled gently: "No one else saw you, right?"

Although Guiyi was arrogant, he was also straightforward. At this moment, he no longer felt the same contempt and hostility towards the young prince as before. The two were of similar age, and in Guiyi's heart, he had unconsciously come to regard him as a brother. He stepped forward and, as usual, punched Mingye on the shoulder, laughing heartily: "No, no, I didn't see a single ghost on the way here, don't worry."

"That's good." Mingye took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him. "This is the mantra for teleportation. Memorize it within half an hour, and the paper will automatically destroy itself."

Gui Yi took it, opened it, looked at it twice, then examined it closely against a light source. He angrily shouted, "Isn't this just a blank piece of paper? There isn't a single word on it! Hey, did you grab the wrong one?" Before he could finish speaking, he felt two chilling gazes directed at him. The young prince's handsome face, when cold, exuded an imposing aura, quite intimidating. Gui Yi felt a little intimidated by his glare and muttered, "That's the truth, I didn't say anything wrong."

Ming Ye said irritably, "Use your Heavenly Soul Power to see! If you can't even see the words on it, then you don't need to learn this move!" With that, he ignored him and turned to leave. Upon reaching the door, he turned back and instructed, "Remember, you only have half an hour to memorize all the mental cultivation techniques and incantations. After that time, the paper will self-destruct. I will be back in half an hour, and I will test your understanding."

The door slowly closed, and Gui Yi scoffed defiantly, "Tch, this can't stump me?" He activated his Heavenly Soul power—

the white paper in his hand remained unmoved, still blank.

Gui Yi increased his spiritual power by one level, but damn it, the white paper still didn't change. He increased his spiritual power again, and the demon's Heavenly Soul released icy energy, causing the temperature in the training room to drop rapidly, yet the white paper in front of him remained empty.

Gui Yi had no choice but to keep increasing his spiritual power, small beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He panted heavily, questioning again, "Damn! Is there really writing on this paper?" He thought to himself: If you don't want to teach me, just say so! There's no need to play games with me like this! But then a thought struck him: the young prince was busy with official duties; surely he wouldn't be so bored as to deliberately summon him to the palace to tease him.

"Ah—I'm so angry!" Guiyi roared, suddenly unleashing a torrent of spiritual energy, causing a whirlwind to rise around him, filling the air with chilling air. The rope binding his hair snapped, his flowing silver hair whipping wildly in the howling wind.

In another room, a row of data analysts sat before a screen. One of them said to his master behind him, "Young Prince, Young Master Guiyi's Heavenly Soul Power has reached its limit. What should we do next?"

Mingye glanced at the data, frowning with dissatisfaction. "Let him maintain this state for five minutes, then display the writing on the paper."

Five minutes! Those short five minutes were enough to kill Guiyi! It felt like an eternity.

Every second he considered giving up, doubting the young prince's intentions. Fortunately, he persevered. When the black characters finally appeared on the white paper, Gui Yi collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat, beads of perspiration dripping from his hair. Before he could even feel relieved to have passed the first hurdle, Gui Yi glanced at the densely packed formulas on the paper and nearly fainted.

"Are...are you... kidding me?" his voice trembled and slurred. "There are at least...eight thousand characters here, if not ten thousand! Half an hour...how...how can I possibly memorize this? You're clearly...clearly playing me for a fool!" Swallowing hard, he mustered all his strength to curse, "You bastard, Your Highness!"

The staff recording the data heard everything clearly, wanting to laugh but daring not to.

The words on the paper were so easy for Mingye to memorize in just a glance. Seeing how fiercely he was cursing, Mingye couldn't help but whisper to his subordinate, "Is it really that difficult?"

The man smiled, thinking that even for elites like them, keeping up with the young prince's pace was already incredibly difficult; who among them hadn't put in tremendous effort in training? Today, the young prince was in a bad mood, and this noble youth had run into a brick wall right from the start—truly pitiful. He carefully considered his words and spoke up for Guiyi, who was anxiously pacing around the room, saying, "For an ordinary person, memorizing all the words on this paper in a short time is indeed asking too much."

"Is that so?" Mingye was skeptical. He picked up a keyboard, edited the content on the paper, extracted the essence of a thousand words, and pressed enter. The paper in Guiyi's hand changed accordingly. He looked down, and all his complaints vanished. He quickly sat down and began memorizing with great enthusiasm.

"The word count has been reduced, making it easier to memorize, but more difficult to understand." Mingye put down the keyboard, checked the time, and returned to the practice room after the agreed half hour.

Actually, the "paper" in Guiyi's hand was a remote-controlled fiber optic display screen. Just as Mingye pushed open the door, the program-controlled current suddenly short-circuited, and blue flames shot up. Guiyi was startled and dropped the "paper" with a "whoosh."

The "paper" burned to ashes on the floor.

"Have you memorized it all?"

"Don't bother me! Don't bother me!" Guiyi painfully tugged at his hair, silently reciting the words he had just crammed into his brain. After confirming there were no omissions, he let out a heavy sigh. "I should... remember it, right?" He wasn't even sure himself, lacking confidence.

"So now, tell me your insights, what are your thoughts?"

Gui Yi sat on the ground, too weak even to lift his head: "I've figured it out, you're a freak, I won't dare mess with freaks anymore."

Ming Ye laughed loudly: "I wasn't asking for your opinion of me."

Gui Yi glanced at him, his face sour: "You memorized a long passage in just over ten minutes, and my head is still throbbing! I'm not even sure if I've remembered it all, how could I possibly have any thoughts?"

Ming Ye said: "Alright, that's enough for today. Go home and digest it properly tonight, and I'll teach you how to apply it in practice tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!" Gui Yi was excited and surprised: "You've been quite free lately?"

Ming Ye didn't answer him, but instead called over the young envoy and instructed him to take young master Gui Yi home.

After Gui

Yi was sent away, the sky was already dark, the setting sun casting a beautiful red glow on the horizon, like a splash of blood. The first day of being ordered by the Demon Lord to reflect on his actions in seclusion passed by idly. When one is quiet, the heart feels terrifyingly empty. Thoughts that had been forcibly suppressed in the past due to busyness now surged forth, overwhelming him. Mingye ran his fingers through his hair, trying to find something to keep himself occupied, when his eyelids suddenly twitched. A guard approached and knelt in greeting.

This man served Princess Liujia; Mingye recognized him. "Is there something wrong with the Princess?"

the guard asked, looking up. Only then, in the fading light of the setting sun, did Mingye see the injury on his face.

"Your Highness, after court just now, Lord Yilu went to visit the Princess."

Mingye was astonished. His uncle, that cunning old fox, was blinded by greed. His youngest son, married into the palace, was nothing more than a pawn in his game. Why would he have come to inquire about Liujia's injury?

"I have ordered that no one is allowed to enter Siyu Palace to disturb the Princess's recovery. Didn't you stop him?"

The guard bowed his head. "Lord Iru has the Demon Lord's edict, saying that the Demon Lord has granted him permission to visit..."

"Nonsense! So what if he has an edict?" Mingye angrily rebuked, "Who is your master here?!"

"Your Highness, please calm down!" The guard hurriedly knelt and kowtowed. "We tried to stop him, but... Lord Iru's men attacked anyone they saw—they started it! Later, the conflict escalated, even alarming the Princess, who sent people to stop it. The Princess even... invited Lord Iru inside... I... I really couldn't stop him, so..." He quickly glanced at the young prince's face, but couldn't discern any emotion.

Mingye's face was expressionless. After a long while, he let out a cold laugh. The royal family—no, to be precise, it was him! The conflict between him and the nobles had reached a point of confrontation, on the verge of exploding. The noble elders he had been suppressing were losing their power, like the setting sun, their glory fading. Unwilling to fade into obscurity, they had long lurked in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to launch a counterattack and rise again.

His anger subsided, and Mingye's voice was calm as still water: "Let's go see what surprise he has in store for me."

But Mingye didn't meet his uncle. When he arrived at Siyu Palace, Lord Yilu had already left. A servant reported that the Queen was crying bitterly.

Mingye arrived at Liujia's door, dismissed everyone, and then knocked: "Liujia..."

"Go! I don't want to see you!

" A loud crash, as if a hard object had been smashed against the door, the force so great that the seven-meter-high door trembled slightly.

Ever since Liujia was injured in Jingbikong and returned to the palace, she had refused to see Mingye even once.

Liu Jia harbored deep resentment towards the gods and refused treatment from the Heavenly Palace physicians. The Demon Palace physicians who went to report to Ming Ye brought only bad news—the Queen's wound showed no signs of improvement; half a month had passed, and the flesh was still gaping open, bleeding profusely.

The physicians suspected that the weapon that caused the wound was contaminated with poison. Without an antidote, the wound would not heal. However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not identify the poison's components and could not create an antidote.

Liu Jia's temper grew more volatile and irritable each day, and he hid in his room all day, refusing to see anyone.

Ming Ye was also distressed, knowing he couldn't let him continue like this, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

Ming Ye couldn't understand Liu Jia's thoughts either; he refused to see him, yet he was willing to meet with his ill-intentioned father. What kind of logic was this?

"Liu Jia, can we talk? Let me in..."

"No! What's there to talk about?" Liu Jia lay on the bed, already exhausted from crying. With each shout, she felt nauseous and dizzy. His father's words echoed repeatedly in his mind:

"That brat Mingye has never cared about you. You suffered such a great injustice this time, and he didn't dare to mention it to the gods! It's a disgrace to our family to have such a spineless coward; he's completely disgraced the demon race!" His father deliberately lowered his voice, accusing with indignation: "The one who just woke up—" Everyone knew who he was referring to. "I don't know what kind of bewitching potion that little bastard Mingye was given, that he's so infatuated that he doesn't even care about his own family. Humph, they've already trampled on our heads; not a single person in the clan with a conscience can swallow this insult. We must get revenge on the gods! At the very least, we should make them apologize publicly, don't you think?"

Normally, Liujia was very wary of his father, but today these words struck a chord with him.

He hoped his cousin would love him even a little more, that he wouldn't fall in love with anyone else, that he would stand by his side instead of publicly abandoning him, wounded and battered, to throw himself into someone else's arms!

He would never forget that person's smug look that day—the still breathtakingly beautiful Princess Kui, who had been asleep for three years, glanced triumphantly at him, then smiled sweetly and reservedly, gazing tenderly at his cousin…

He hated it! He hated it so much! He was his cousin's lawfully wedded wife, so why did that person steal the attention and love that should have been his? And after hurting him, to arrogantly mock him? He couldn't let that person get away with it; he had to make him pay!

The father continued, "The elders of the Demon Clan have decided to propose a motion in court to denounce the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son! You were injured in his palace, and he must take responsibility no matter what!" Lord Iru affectionately patted Liu Jia's head, "Liu Jia, your injuries break my heart. If your husband refuses to stand up for you, it would be better to have the ministers jointly petition the Emperor to seek justice for you. Don't worry, the Demon Lord is a reasonable man. If you can tell the truth in court and let everyone know how the Heavenly Emperor's youngest son bullied you that day..."

The father's words stirred a huge ripple in Liu Jia's heart, but he still didn't immediately agree. Liu Jia still couldn't believe that her cousin, as her husband and the regent of the Demon Clan, would be so biased towards their mortal enemy. In

Chapter 123 of Heavenly Soul Chronicles

, Ming Ye leaned against the door, sitting on the ground. The two could only talk through the door, one inside and one outside, neither able to see the other. Like two hearts that were outwardly united but inwardly estranged, they had never met.

"Liu Jia, I know you hate me. It's my fault for not protecting you properly. If you have to blame someone, blame me."

Liu Jia heard his words clearly, and her heart sank like a stone thrown into an icy lake—her cousin was protecting that person! That day, he chose Shen Tiankui. Now, he still chose Shen Tiankui! In his eyes, she had always been just a vague, insignificant nobody. "Get out!"

"Liu Jia?"

"Go back to Shen Tiankui's side!"

"Liu Jia!" Mingye snapped unhappily, "This concerns Kui's reputation, don't talk nonsense!"

"Finally revealed your intentions?" The person in the room laughed angrily, "Reputation? Heh, I remember now. Years ago, there was a scandal circulating among the people about you and Shen Tiankui, which is why he was punished with three years of slumber. Now you can finally reunite and continue your ill-fated relationship! How gratifying!" The sarcastic remarks seemed to have grown legs, pouring out of his mouth incessantly, unstoppable. They

hadn't even fallen in love yet, and they were already hating each other, how pathetic.

"Whether you believe it or not, I only consider Kui a good friend." Mingye knew that in his heart, the place of true love had been forever reserved for that gentle and tender person, and there was no room for anyone else.

He remained silent for a long time, and not a sound came from the room. He had no choice but to steer the conversation back to the main point: "I can more or less guess why your uncle came to see you today. You should know better than anyone that he only sees you as a pawn, and his concern for you is just a pretense. He has ulterior motives, so don't fall for his tricks..."

Liu Jia, who had managed to suppress most of her anger, suddenly flared up again: "He doesn't care about me, but do you? What are you doing here today? Is it simply to visit my injuries? My father just left, and you're here right after. What? What are you afraid of? Afraid I'll say something inappropriate? Afraid I'll maliciously slander your precious darling?"

“Liujia! I just don’t want you to be used by them…”

Before he could finish, he was cut off again: “What’s wrong with being used? At least it proves I still have value! And you? You wouldn’t even deign to use me! Your eyes and heart are only for that Princess Kui! Father is right, you are obedient to the gods, yet you disregard the dignity of our race. They are clearly bullying us, and you don’t dare to fight back. You are a complete coward! You have no conscience and no backbone, I despise you!”

If it weren’t for the door separating them, Mingye would probably have strangled him in anger. But having experienced too much, Mingye’s temperament was as calm as an ancient well. A stone thrown in would only make a “plop” sound, ripple for a moment, and the surface would quickly return to calm. However, those stones that were thrown in accumulated at the bottom of the well, becoming permanent scars that could never be erased. He no longer felt anger, only a deep sorrow—a sorrow that no one understood and no one forgave.

A gust of night wind made Mingye shiver involuntarily. He felt cold and looked around, but there was no one beside him. He stood alone in the night.

Taking a deep breath, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "What you do is entirely up to you. I won't interfere anymore. It's late, get some rest and don't think too much. I'll come see you again in a couple of days... Goodnight, Liujia." Afraid of hearing another word of mockery, he fled before Liujia could reply. His

hurried steps led him habitually to his palace, where he always sought comfort when wronged. Only when he reached the palace gates did he suddenly realize—that person was no longer there. His steps stopped abruptly. He turned and headed towards his study, but after a few steps, he remembered that he had been punished with three days of confinement, and all his memorials were sent directly to the Demon Lord without his approval.

For a moment, his mind was in turmoil. He was completely disoriented, not knowing where to go or what to do. Stumbling along the palace path, the name he had buried deep in his heart, afraid to touch it easily, slipped out: "Qianfan..." Tears welled up in his eyes and blurred his vision in the darkness of the night.

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