[Wuxia] The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Complete) - Chapters 34-35 (End)

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 276

"With you taking care of him, I truly have no worries."

He entrusted the most important person to her. This trust made Shui Xinsha feel deeply gratified, yet also more pathetic. This heartless boy, knowing her deep affection for him, completely exploited that love, making unreasonable demands and pushing her towards another man. She pitifully had no room to refuse.

She would agree. Her love was so deep that she couldn't bear to disobey any of his requests. She knew this outcome well, and he had anticipated it even earlier.

Her purple eyes stared at him, brimming with tears of grievance. The glistening tears, like her love and his loyalty, surged uncontrollably at this moment of separation, overflowing with emotion for their respective loved ones.

"How could you be so cruel? Did you even consider my feelings?"

"I'm sorry, Shasha, I've let you down." After much deliberation, Mingye finally leaned close to her ear and revealed Yaoxing's secret. He admitted to himself that he was an utterly despicable person. From the moment she learned the truth, she was irresistibly drawn into the vortex of conflict between the three realms, no longer able to remain an innocent bystander.

"Shasha, I sent you to the Dark Emperor's side not just for his sake, but because I wanted the baby to have a complete family. You know, for a child, the happiest thing is when he calls for his parents and someone gently responds..."

A conspiracy! This was definitely a conspiracy!

The Fourth Prince was furious—how could he have believed the lies that the little rascal had casually fabricated? And even had the six armies gather at the city walls, preparing to march to the border of the Mi Kingdom to fight against the demon invasion? He had only thought that while Mingye was cunning, he was quite measured in his actions and wouldn't joke about something as serious as war. But could the current situation be explained by "coincidence"? There were unexplained disturbances in Shuntian City, and at the same time, the communication system in Shayunluo City inexplicably collapsed. Could it be that little rascal's scheme to lure the tiger away from the mountain, causing the Heavenly Palace to transfer a large number of troops to help him escape?

"Send down the order: the vanguard of three hundred celestial warships, immediately proceed to Shuntian City and stand by."

After the order was issued by headquarters, the Fourth Prince was determined to return to the city to verify.

Mingye, you better stay put in Shayunluo City, or you'll be sorry!

He rushed out of the Imperial Palace in a great hurry and bumped into Crown Prince Shen Tianwang.

"Heh, where is Your Highness in such a hurry? Rushing back to Shayunluo City to confirm if the prisoner is still there? You don't need to put on an act for me. No matter how well you act, only my father will believe you." The Crown Prince blocked the Fourth Prince's path, arms crossed, a mocking smile on his face. "You rescued him from the Heavenly Prison that day, wasn't it so he could escape? With your help, Your Highness, his escape plan must be going very smoothly."

The Fourth Prince had no time to argue with a junior and tried to walk past him, but the other wouldn't give up, stepping forward to block his path again. His eyes flashed with a fierce light: "You won't succeed! I'll go to my father and volunteer to be the commander-in-chief of this operation. As long as I'm here, Mingye won't be able to escape! If you see him, warn him he'd better not let me catch him. Hmph, if he falls into my hands, I won't even wait for tomorrow's public trial; I'll skin him alive and offer his skin as a sacrifice before my brother's spirit!"

The Fourth Prince bowed slightly: "If he dares to escape, I guarantee that His Highness the Crown Prince won't need to lift a finger; I'll skin him myself."

Back in Shayunluo City, the Fourth Prince searched the room inside and out.

"Where is he? Where did he go?" The overwhelming disappointment and frustration had worn away even the last shred of compassion in his heart. He grabbed the princess's arm fiercely: "How long has Mingye been on the run? Speak! Did he return to Shuntian City? Don't think you're helping him by covering for him; you're harming him, understand?"

Shui Xinsha shook her head dazedly: "I don't know. He didn't tell me anything, only that... he was leaving..." A sharp pain pierced her heart, and the girl lowered her head, sobbing softly: "I'll never see him again..."

Unable to extract any useful information from her, the Fourth Prince was at a loss. He looked around the room and noticed someone standing in the corner—a handsome, red-haired man with a cold expression, Lie Yun.

He put Shui Xinsha down and walked over. Having once been master and servant, he recognized the man's aura, even though it was concealed.

Talking to a humanoid weapon felt incredibly strange. The Fourth Prince frowned slightly: "Did Mingye order you to stay here?"

Lie Yun laughed heartily: "No! That brat told me to guard the border of Mi Kingdom first, but I stayed behind to wait for you."

"Waiting for me?" The Fourth Prince sneered: "Mingye fled to escape punishment, so I had no choice but to send troops to hunt him down. Are you here to buy him time? You know my temper very well, don't think you can..."

"Wait, wait!" Lie Yun quickly interrupted, "Yin Qi, I think you've misunderstood. That brat is incredibly bold, he would never write the word 'escape'. Can't you trust him a little more?"

"You stayed here just to spout this nonsense?"

"Wait," Lie Yun stopped him from leaving, "You must help with this battle. Fighting Dark Star is no joke. If the Heavenly Palace doesn't send reinforcements, he'll have a hard time escaping unscathed. You may not trust him, but you should trust me, after all these years of friendship..."

"Lie Yun, don't forget, you're just a weapon!" Enraged, the Fourth Prince didn't care how hurtful his words were. "If you want the Heavenly Palace's help, have Ming Ye come and tell me himself. He must also give me a clear account of any developments in Shuntian City. Don't ask the Heavenly Palace for reinforcements while secretly plotting underhanded schemes."

Lie Yun, having been rebuffed, shrugged dejectedly at his former master's retreating figure.

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 277:

The bright moon hung in the night sky, pure white and desolate, like the clock of fate, silently counting down—

the final chapter of destiny was opened by a thunderous explosion.

A terrifying tremor, the aftershocks of which reached even the Heavenly Palace.

The vanguard troops sent to Shuntian City captured the real-time situation via satellite and sent it back to the Heavenly Palace headquarters.

In the footage, the towering white palace stood silently like a maiden. Beside her, a pillar of fire shot into the sky from the ground, roaring like a ferocious fire dragon, tearing open its mother's womb, descending upon the world with a raging, earth-shattering thunder. The tranquil night was illuminated by this towering pillar of fire as if it were sunrise, brightening most of the Heavenly Palace and the mortal realm like daytime.

The main cannon of the Endless Underground Palace fired for thirty seconds, piercing through the forty-two layers of protective armor on top. When a colossal aerial fortress rose from the ground, it resembled a head draped in silver hair from afar, leading those who witnessed it to believe it was a demon crawling out of hell.

"Damn it! What the hell is that? Shoot it down!" Prince Shen Tianwang, the overall commander of the operation, issued the attack order.

The vanguard of three hundred skyships opened fire simultaneously, the cannon fire streaking across the night sky like a meteor shower, hurtling towards the "demon's head." The "hair" covering the head functioned like a protective membrane for a newborn; once the "fetus" was born, it was no longer needed. Under the intense and dense barrage of fire, strands of hair fell away, peeling back the outer layer and gradually revealing the warship's true form.

After retracting its main cannons, the entire hull of the Endless Palace was spindle-shaped, its outer layer made of a special material, smooth as a mirror, without a single trace of joint. It only appeared briefly before vanishing again from sight. It doesn't actually disappear; after all, moving such a large warship, even with the most powerful engines, is not an instantaneous task. It's just that the outer layer material can blend into the surrounding environment extremely quickly, achieving an "invisibility" effect. Combined with its absolute shielding properties, even the world's most advanced monitoring instruments cannot track the operation of the mega-engine.

Clearly, the Endless Palace had no intention of engaging the Heavenly Palace in battle. Surrounded by three hundred celestial warships of the vanguard, it vanished like a ghost, leaving without a trace.

When his subordinates presented a confirmation report that the vanguard had lost track of the enemy ship, Prince Wang angrily tore several pages of the report into pieces: "Damn it! It escaped!" He trampled the shredded paper on the ground, treating it as the corpse of the little demon king he hated to the core.

No one could deny that the appearance of the Endless Palace was a myth. The demons had only occupied Shuntian City for three short years, and were under close surveillance by the Heavenly Realm; in such difficult times, they had still managed to build this "demon's head." But how many people knew that the boy who created this myth was not on this invincible warship? The first seat of the cockpit remained empty; it still awaited its master, but its master would never return.

"Mingming! I saw Mingming! He's in Shuntian City!" Demon Lord Hengye pounded on the glass window of his bedroom, frantically shouting to the servants and maids behind him, "He hasn't come up yet! Quickly, quickly order the cockpit to turn back and pick him up from the Endless Underground Palace!"

Demon Consort Qian Yuna and the servants panicked, unsure if he was telling the truth. They hurriedly sent someone to inform Lord Weichen in the cockpit, asking him to make a decision. Qian Yuna and several maids rushed forward and forcibly helped Hengye to bed, calming him down. His health had plummeted, and he needed to rest. But ever since the Endless Underground Palace set sail, he had been staring at Shuntian City outside the window, as if anticipating something. Just now, he had suddenly jumped up in surprise, blurting out that he had seen Prince Mingye. Such emotional agitation had greatly harmed his body.

Before Lord Wei Chen arrived, he was pointing out the window, muttering incoherently, "Mingming...it's Mingming..."

Not long after, Wei Chen rushed in from the cockpit. As soon as he entered, Heng Ye saw him and immediately rushed to his side: "Tell the Heavenly Ship to return! Mingming is still in Shuntian City, hurry back and get him..."

Wei Chen remained calm, giving a wink for everyone else to leave. He pulled Heng Ye onto the bed and settled him down, then knelt down and patted his hand: "Don't worry, your health is important. I already have a plan to rescue the young prince. He's currently imprisoned in the Heavenly Palace's dungeon, heavily guarded, so rescuing him won't be easy. The best opportunity will be at the public trial tomorrow. I'll take a few trusted men to infiltrate the Heavenly Palace and rescue him. Don't worry, you'll see him soon..."

"I just...I really saw him," Heng Ye insisted, still believing he hadn't mistaken his own eyes.

On the grass outside the palace, the child stood there alone, looking up as he watched the endless underground palace and his people depart, a smile of blessing on his face concealing the desolation of abandonment. In the entire desolate city, only he remained. Was he afraid?

"Brother, let's play hide-and-seek. You must find me...

" "You're hallucinating because you miss him so much. Here, drink this medicine to calm your emotions." Wei Chen brought the bowl of medicine to Heng Ye's lips and fed him.

"But, I really..."

"Think about it, if the young prince has successfully escaped back to Shuntian City, why wouldn't he contact us? He knows how to use teleportation, and the endless underground palace wouldn't reject his celestial soul aura. If he wanted to come back, it would be very easy." Wei Chen's tone was gentle. He helped Heng Ye lie down and tucked him in. "Perhaps... you saw wrong just now."

The medicine took effect, and Heng Ye gradually relaxed, closing his eyes: "Maybe so..." So dark and so far away, how could he see so clearly? He should get a good night's sleep; maybe Mingming would return when he woke up tomorrow. He thought this, but fate had other plans. He slept restlessly, tossing and turning, plagued by nightmares. In his dreams, he saw his younger brother covered in blood.

A breach had been blasted open beneath the city; the foundation of Shuntian City was unstable. If the ground collapsed, seawater would quickly flood in, filling the void. Shuntian City would also sink to the bottom of the sea, unable to withstand the impact.

The surface was crumbling inch by inch. Mingye lay on his bed in his palace atop the city, seemingly already hearing the sound of the surging sea.

"Hmm, my own bed is still the most comfortable." He rolled around on the large bed a couple of times, his pet (?) little black dragon yelping under his weight. "Little Wu, you like it here too, don't you?" The chubby little black dragon looked at its young master with teary eyes and nodded vigorously.

“Yes, yes, I also think this is a really good place.” He said mysteriously to Wulong, “Little Wu, do you know? Actually, everyone stayed here. Listen carefully… they’re all still here…”

Happy laughter lingered in the air. He looked at the sofa in the center of the hall, where Qianfan loved to sit and read. Sometimes, while reading, he would steal a glance at the little baby at his feet. The energetic Benben loved to crawl all over the place, with the four little palace maids, Feng Hua Xue Yue, chasing after him, afraid he might accidentally hurt himself. Xiao Tian and Xiao Di were busy preparing ingredients for dinner in the small kitchen, complaining that they had bought too many tomatoes and they had all gone bad.

“How can we eat tomatoes all the time? Although I like them, Qianfan needs to absorb other nutrients. Hey, let me go see what we should make tonight?” Wulong watched worriedly as his little master climbed off the bed and ran to the bookshelf. “Little Wu, come and give me some advice too.”

The bookshelf was full of all kinds of cooking textbooks. Mingye paced before the bookshelf, his fingers lightly tracing the spines of the rows of books. Once upon a time, he diligently studied cooking, determined to fatten his family up.

He picked up a book and randomly flipped to a page. Hmm, he knew how to make this dish. Qianfan always complained that he wouldn't grow up without eating meat. He'd cook this tonight, using various kinds of dried meat; Qianfan would surely be satisfied.

A massive influx of seawater began to flood the earth, and the lonely city teetered on the brink of collapse. Broken tiles and crumbling walls fell continuously, appearing from afar like the city weeping.

"Your Highness, in two minutes and thirty-six seconds, Shuntian City will begin to sink," Yiquan's respectful voice sounded from the side.

Mingye calmly closed the book, placed it back on the shelf, and had to pull himself out of his self-deceptive fantasy.

"Yiquan, has there been any response to the dialogue request sent to Lady Lanqin?"

"Not yet," the humanoid computer replied truthfully.

"Forget it, no need to send another message." Mingye comforted himself. "Maybe she's too busy, maybe someone in the Heavenly Palace already instructed her not to contact me." Sigh... He sighed inwardly: I don't necessarily need to borrow troops from you, I just want to see you one last time. If you don't want to see me, you can simply send a message to refuse. You don't have to drag this out and avoid me like this.

The city's power generation facilities were submerged by seawater, and the lights in the rooms suddenly went out. It was pitch black all around; even the road was invisible.

"We should go too."

Let's go! To face the last major battle of his life.

Before departing, Mingye recited a coded message: "Yiquan, this is my last order to you." He solemnly entrusted his last wish: "After I die, please be sure to bring my body back here. I won't sleep well if it's not lying in my own bed. If you encounter difficulties and are unable to carry out this mission, then please detonate the light bomb inside my body. My body must not fall into anyone's hands, understand?" The Legend of the

Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 278

This early spring night was destined to be anything but peaceful.

The intelligence agency of the Mi Kingdom received an anonymous message informing them that a demonic army from another world would launch a massive invasion of the human world tonight, urging them to prepare for full defense. The technical department, despite its best efforts, could not trace the source of the information, nor could it verify its authenticity. Where there's smoke, there's fire. The Dark Emperor, always cautious, dared not be careless this time. He issued an edict ordering the R&D department to expedite the equipment development to match the strongest seal with the Tai Chi Token. Unfortunately, time was short, and the R&D and engineering departments had been working through the night, but the process had been unsuccessful and disappointing. Once the strongest seal is activated and the energy output reaches a certain intensity, the load circuit inside the Tai Chi Command will experience signal reversal, generating a repulsive reaction, which prevents the energy in the core from flowing smoothly into the transmitter.

A chilly night wind blew as Mingye met Lieyun on a desolate hillside on the border of the Mi Kingdom.

Their robes and long hair billowed in the fierce wind.

Mingye leaned on his Cold Moon Blade, gazing at the southeastern horizon. The sky, which should have been pitch black, was tinged with an eerie dark red, and the passage connecting the two worlds was slowly opening. Even with his diminished eyesight, his Heavenly Soul could sense the malevolent energy surging and churning like volcanic lava.

The seals between the two worlds were being broken one by one, and the Heavenly Palace should soon notice this anomaly. Once the demon army's movements were confirmed, the gods would not stand idly by and allow the mortal realm to fall. If they could hold out until the Heavenly Palace's reinforcements arrived… or, if humanity could find a way to fuse their Heavenly Soul and the Taiji Token more quickly, unleashing the power of the strongest seal and erecting a protective barrier against the demon army's invasion, they could safely weather this crisis.

But whatever the possibility, sufficient time was needed to realize it.

What Mingye needed to do was buy them time. Delay the demon army's attack, the longer the better.

"Kid, I think you've miscalculated this time." Although the fierce battle ahead filled Lieyun with a long-lost thrill, he was also worried: "If the Endless Palace submits to the Demon Realm and joins the fray, I think we don't need to fight anymore. We might as well pack up and go home to sleep."

Mingye tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear: "You're right. This is my first time fighting a battle with no chance of victory; it's quite exciting."

This battle was a gamble on the future of the Three Realms. His composure puzzled Lie Yun: "You don't seem nervous at all?"

"Who said that? I'm extremely nervous." Ming Ye glanced at him: "But what's the use of being nervous for nothing?"

"You have the ability to prevent this worst-case scenario from happening, don't you? With your influence, you could easily ask the Endless Underground Palace not to interfere..."

"I won't do that. Since we're giving our people the freedom to choose their own destiny, I can't interfere with their decisions."

"Sigh, you little brat..." He didn't know whether to scold him for being stubborn and inflexible, or admire his upright character. Lie Yun sighed, "Little brat, I have to be honest with you about something—I'm not in my complete form right now."

Ming Ye's expression stiffened, and he turned to look at him: "What did you say?"

"You've probably noticed that my sword is missing something, in the hilt. There used to be a component there called 'Flame of the Wheel of Time,' which is currently in the hands of Yin Qi—uh, the Fourth Prince. I originally planned to negotiate with him, but he wouldn't listen to me at all. I'm sorry..."

"Why are you with him? Aren't I your master?"

Lieyun rubbed his nose. "Telling you this now actually violates the agreement. It's like this: according to the contract, whenever a new master appears, I have an obligation to fulfill one request from the previous master within my capabilities. Yin Qi removed important parts from the sword to seal your power. You are a descendant of two great divine races, and we don't know what variables might arise. So at the time, I agreed to his request. The agreed timeframe was that after you come of age, or before that, as long as he believes you are qualified to inherit the complete me, he will return the Flame of Time."

Mingye had a bad feeling: "What problems will arise if you are not in your complete form?"

The problems would be huge. Lieyun also knew the importance of this battle. Faced with his young master's questioning, this ancient artifact, which had been through countless battles, almost lost the courage to tell the truth. “If it’s not the complete form…” Lie Yun scratched his head, forcing himself to continue, “The time I can fight alongside you can only last… about seven or eight minutes at most.”

“What?” Ming Ye stared at him in disbelief, struggling to process his words. “Seven… eight minutes?”

Under his gaze, the other nodded with a hint of shame.

“You really are!” He stomped his foot angrily, “Why didn’t you tell me something so important sooner?”

“The contract stipulates that the former master can only be informed during the handover of the divine artifact.”

“Damn contract!” Ming Ye laughed angrily, “You might as well tell me after I’m dead.”

Misfortune never comes singly.

This saying applies to him today. But throwing a tantrum was useless; he forced himself to calm down: "It seems we can only fight until we can't go on anymore..."

The arrogant Lie Yun knelt on one knee beside him: "If we encounter danger, I will protect my master's safety with all my might."

Ming Ye shook his head: "Am I afraid of death..." A resolute smile flashed across his lips: "Can't go on anymore means this body can no longer continue." He had long been prepared to die; now it was just a matter of bringing the time forward slightly. He quickly adjusted his emotions, no longer taking his anger out on his guilty companion beside him. "Then I'll make a request of you, Lie Yun, listen, if I ask you to choose my son as your next master..."

"Ah? This... this won't do." Lie Yun shook his head with difficulty: "My master must be the strongest with the bloodline of the Sha Yun Luo clan. If he is, then of course there's no problem. But what if..."

"I understand." This request was indeed beyond Lie Yun's capabilities. Ming Ye could understand; choosing a successor was indeed not something to be taken lightly, much less forced. His mind raced: "I only have seven or eight minutes to use you...? It seems tonight will be a fierce battle." After much deliberation, he gritted his teeth and made a resolute decision: "My body can't sustain a prolonged battle either, so this is the only tactic I can use. At the start of the battle, we must first confront Shen Tiankui. While you can still assist me, we must eliminate him. As for the others, even without you, I can probably hold them off for a while. So, Lie Yun is a last resort, but the situation forces me to do this—I need to awaken the demonic beast Li Hen within me. If I cannot control it and my mind is consumed by demonic energy, you must kill me immediately—that is my request."

"Kid, you..."

"Your Highness—"

The conversation between master and servant was interrupted. A hoarse voice approached from afar, sounding as unpleasant as a duck's quack.

Gui Yi, who had followed the prince's scent, ran to them.

Ming Ye frowned: "What are you doing here?" Shouldn't this guy be recuperating in Mi Kingdom? Why is he wandering around this desolate border?

"Shuntian City has fallen!" His tone was more shocked than regretful.

The Little Demon King smiled indifferently, "Isn't that good? The demons have always considered that city a disgrace."

"But the people in the city..."

"They've all evacuated, moved to the Endless Underground Palace."

"Oh." Although he didn't know what the Endless Underground Palace was, as long as his family was safe, Guiyi was relieved. "The Mi Kingdom received intelligence that the demons will invade the human world tonight. What's going on?"

At this moment, a dark red demonic light stained half the sky, and the passage connecting the two worlds slowly opened. The high-level demons with powerful heavenly souls would soon be able to break through that gap.

"I gave them the intelligence." The Little Demon King instructed Guiyi, "This place is about to become a battlefield. You must leave quickly."

Guiyi was even more confused. Wasn't the one who started this war the Little Prince?

The heavy demonic energy gathered into a storm, like an invisible hand, grabbing people's clothes and hair and pulling them backward.

Guiyi was blown off balance and exclaimed, "Where did these demons come from? They don't seem to be from Shuntian City." A dark army appeared at the boundary between the two spaces. Guiyi looked at the solemn-faced prince and understood: "You're here to stop them?"

Mingye nodded.

Guiyi looked around—Lieyun wasn't there. To better monitor the demon army's movements, he had gone further ahead, transmitting the observed images directly to his master's mind. Thus, the entire barren mountaintop was deserted except for the two boys: "Don't tell me you're planning to deal with them all by yourself?!"

"What else?" Mingye smiled bitterly: "I tried to persuade the Heavenly Palace to send troops to help, but it didn't work. They don't believe me, and no one is willing to lend me troops."

Guiyi thought it over—leaving the little prince alone to face the enemy while he hid in a safe place as a detached spectator was too much to ask. "Then I won't leave either! I'll stay and help you!" Since he couldn't abandon him, he could only risk his life to accompany him, going mad together.

But the other man didn't appreciate it. "No need." Mingye waved his hand dismissively, like shooing away a fly. "A newbie like you is no good. You're just cannon fodder. I won't have time to look after you on the battlefield!"

"Who needs your help?" Guiyi was furious at being ignored. If it weren't for the barrier of their status, he would have grabbed his ear. "Listen carefully, even if I die in battle, it will be my honor. I don't need you to help me, okay?"

The little demon king didn't give him any face and scolded him with a dark face, "If I tell you to leave, then leave! Don't be childish and argue with me. Do you think war is fun? If you don't have the strength, don't pretend to be a hero. Get out of here!"

Before the trouble on this side was resolved, another person came to join in the fun.

"Brother Guiyi! Brother Guiyi!" someone shouted happily, rushing over like a puppy. "It's fate that we met here!"

Upon closer inspection—Mingye was dumbfounded—it turned out to be the real little prince.

As the vanguard, he was among the first demon warriors to arrive in the human world. During the few days that Mingye and Guiyi switched bodies, Mingye had taken a stroll through the Netherworld and developed some acquaintance with him.

However, the real Guiyi had never seen this person before, and immediately scratched his head in bewilderment: "Do we know each other?"

The real little prince enthusiastically took his arm, then glared hostilely at Mingye standing to the side—Hmph! Who is this person? Getting so close to Guiyi-gege. "Who is she? Is she your girlfriend? What are you doing in a place like this late at night?" If the timing weren't inappropriate, Guiyi would have laughed three times. "I'm not a woman," Mingye replied irritably, his gaze still fixed on the distance. The demon army

had broken through the barrier and set foot on human soil. Guiyi put away his joking mood; he saw a familiar figure in the army—his uncle. Mingye turned to the two, "Guiyi, let me introduce you. This is the former Demon Lord's youngest son, the real Prince Mingye." "Huh?" Guiyi withdrew his gaze, asking again with surprise and uncertainty, "What did you just say?" Mingye looked at him and smiled gently. "I am not your Demon Clan's youngest prince. My name and identity are false. So you don't need to be bound by the duties of a subject and insist on standing on the same side as me. You can go home to your family. Once the Endless Underground Palace confirms your location, they will send someone to pick you up. If you support your uncle's position more, go to the opposing army to find him." Going to the opposing side meant going to the other side, the one hostile to the youngest prince. Guiyi was even more confused: "Go together! You are also a demon, why are you siding with humans? What's wrong with demons ruling the Three Realms? Are you doing this just for... Qianfan?" Hearing that name mentioned suddenly, a warmth and a sour feeling welled up in Mingye's heart. Indeed, that person had brought him warmth and taught him the happiness of loving and being loved, and he longed to repay him. But… “I’m standing here today not entirely for him. If the human world falls in this battle, the three realms will be plagued by war year after year, with no peace ever again. I’m not biased towards either side, but Dark Star’s resentment is too heavy; it’s not a blessing for the common people to rule under his rule.” “ Your Highness…” “Don’t call me that anymore. The real Prince Mingye is the one beside you.” “Just kidding!” Guiyi pushed the boy who was clinging to him away: “I’ve never seen this guy before. The only Your Highness I know is you!” He couldn’t use that title that evoked both respect and hatred on another person. The boy was pushed to the ground, looking hurt at the person who had been rough with him: “Brother Guiyi, it’s me! Have you forgotten? We killed butterflies together in the forest, and I practiced the swordsmanship you taught me diligently every day.” Guiyi was confused. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” No way! Brother Guiyi must have his own difficulties, which is why it’s inconvenient for him to acknowledge him. The boy didn't press the matter further. "I know this isn't a good place for reminiscing." He stood up, his face slightly flushed, and said, "How about you come back to the Netherworld after the war? The 'One Life, One Dream' flower you slept in has already borne fruit, and it's huge! I'll take you to pick it; the fruit is very sweet and delicious." He looked back and saw that the 50,000 demon army was fully arrayed, led by four generals riding tall and ferocious demonic beasts. "I have to go back. The human world is too dangerous; don't stay here. I'll come find you after the war." He ran a few steps, then turned back. "I remember you didn't like me eating people. Even after we conquer the human world, I won't eat people. I'll listen to you." He smiled brightly at Guiyi, then used teleportation to return to his parents' side. "How inexplicable." Guiyi turned around and, as always, patted Mingye on the shoulder with a hearty thud, almost making the frail little body cough up blood. "It's settled then. I'll stay and help you. No matter who you are, I've long considered you my friend. I believe in what you believe in and I'll help you with what you do." Mingye couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Guiyi." Before he finished speaking, he punched the other man in the stomach. Guiyi fell to the ground, unwilling to accept defeat: He actually used a sneak attack! So insidious. Mingye carried the unconscious Guiyi under a large tree. "When you open your eyes again, it should be almost dawn. You rookie, you'd better save your life to face tomorrow." The Legend of Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 280 The real little prince was caught red-handed by his father as soon as he returned to the army. "Where did you go just now? Running around like this with a major battle imminent?!" He secretly stuck out his tongue. Beside him, atop a towering magical beast, stood a masked, silver-haired general who extended a hand to him with displeasure: "Get on." Yes, his father was the former Demon Lord, named Chu Leng. Three years ago, when he was twelve, the father and son had met for the first time. Before that, his father had been stationed in the mortal realm on a mission to monitor Yaoxing. Chu Leng keenly noticed his younger son's hesitation as he leaped onto the magical beast. The little fellow respected and feared him, but rarely showed him affection. Even now, standing before him, his muscles remained stiff. Chu Leng gently placed his hand behind his son's neck, stroking his skin like a cat, gently caressing it to help him relax. From behind, the child's long, silver hair was tied high, revealing his slender, white neck. For a fleeting moment, he overlapped with another figure. "Mingye?" Chu Leng called out involuntarily. His youngest son turned around, revealing a face completely different from the one he remembered. Chu Leng's heart tightened slightly, a pain he couldn't quite describe. "Father, what are we waiting for here? Aren't we afraid the Heavenly Realm will send reinforcements?" "No, even if the Heavenly Palace wanted to help, it would be too late. The main force has been diverted. Even if they returned immediately, it would take at least three or four hours to get here." He seemed to be sneering, his expression behind the mask unreadable. "Everything is as Lord Kui predicted. That child is already isolated and helpless."

"That child?" The young prince looked at his father's silver mask in confusion. "Who is Father referring to?"

"It's Yaoxing." Chu Leng pointed to a hillside in the distance. "He came alone to fight; he's really bold. Lord Kui used a scheme to sow discord between him and the gods, but he didn't expect it to be so successful. The gods show him no mercy or trust whatsoever."

"Yaoxing?!" Upon hearing this name, the young prince almost bit his tongue—it was him? He had only caught a fleeting glimpse, but the impression was deep: thin as a girl, haggard-looking, his pale skin almost outlining his bones, his dry, gray-white hair disheveled and ruffled in the wind, and the prison clothes of the Heavenly Palace that seemed too big for his thin frame. Could such a little brat be the prophesied Yaoxing?

Seeing through his youngest son's thoughts, General Chu Leng patiently instructed, "Yaoxing is very strong; don't be deceived by his appearance. Remember not to be careless during the battle." No one knew better than him the true strength hidden within that thin body. However, even if Yao Xing was strong, he was no threat; he wouldn't live much longer. For ten whole years, she had personally fed him the cold poison without fail. Now, his physical body had reached its limit, yet that foolish child refused to wait patiently for his release, stubbornly insisting on going to a battle he had no chance of winning. Chu Leng thought she probably understood the child's thoughts—proud as he was, he would rather die on the battlefield than linger in a sickbed.

The backflow of energy from the Tai Chi Token had also damaged his physical body to some extent. After wiping the blood from his nose and mouth, the little devil leaned against a nearby rock, too weak to even stand.

It was excruciating!

Cold sweat soaked his clothes, and the evening wind whipped up sand, making him feel both cold and painful. He leaned against the rock, breathing heavily…

“How could Mingye be there?” Lady Lanqin, who was on a foreign trip, was shocked upon seeing the images transmitted back by satellite—

on the southeastern border of the Mi Kingdom, the passage connecting the Netherworld and the mortal realm had been opened, and the numerous seals placed by the Heavenly Palace were broken one by one in a very short time. Fifty thousand demon soldiers appeared in the mortal realm with a chilling aura, their powerful demonic energy filling the heavens and earth.

However, an even more chilling scene unfolded—from the abyss-like passage, the demon army commander emerged with an air of nobility and arrogance, clad in a jet-black military uniform, his long hair casually tied up, gleaming with a purple-gold luster under the bright moonlight—

wasn't this Prince Kui, who should have been lying in that crystal coffin in the Heavenly Palace's mourning hall, awaiting his funeral?

Stunned by the scene, the Fourth Prince was filled with overwhelming remorse: "Perhaps I... made an irreparable mistake."

The distance of several hundred meters closed in an instant. Watching the other approach step by step, Mingye stood up with a bitter smile: "So late, I've been waiting impatiently."

Shen Tiankui deliberately looked around, her smile sarcastic: "No ambush, right? Is Mingming all alone?"

The little devil nodded honestly: "Only me. I can't help it, I'm not popular, so it's always been like this." The bitter smile on his face was more desolate than tears. He couldn't forget that day, when his elder brother, the Crown Prince, cursed him: "Someone like you, the sooner you die, the happier everyone will be."

(Tianhun Chuan (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 281)

Kui felt a pang of heartache and stepped forward to pull him into her arms: "You don't have to be alone, why did you reject me? Why didn't you try to love me?" Her heart was gently stirred, and Kui couldn't help but cup the little baby's snow-white, delicate face, pressing her lips to his long-cherished lips, lingering and suckling...

"Ugh!" A sharp pain shot through his tongue, and Kui released the person in front of him in annoyance. "You bit me! Is kissing me that bad?"

Mingye turned his head and spat out the pill that had been forcibly fed into his mouth. "Kui, if you want to kill me, you don't need to play these little tricks. Why not just fight me fair and square?"

Seeing him lose his smile and turn to leave, Shen Tiankui hurriedly hugged him tightly from behind. "I don't want to kill you! Mingming, I just want you to belong to me. That pill isn't poison. Taking it will only make you forget certain people and certain things. Don't become my enemy, okay? Mingming, we used to be very happy. Think about the past, think about the times we were together..." He buried his face in Mingye's neck, nibbling at the smooth, delicate skin.

Mingye didn't mind being taken advantage of. As long as he could buy time, sacrificing a little sex appeal was nothing. But Kui went too far. One restless hand slipped inside his clothes and caressed him, while the other reached down to his lower abdomen. "Shen Tiankui, what do you want to do?!" Mingye cried out, breaking free from his embrace.

Kui smiled wickedly, his desire undisguised: "I want you, right here!" He looked up at the sky, knowing that satellites from various countries were pointing their cameras in this direction. He declared domineeringly: "I want all living beings in the three realms to witness that you are mine, and no one else will ever dare to lay a finger on you again."

"You're talking nonsense!!" The little demon king's face turned red with anger. He remembered that night when Kui had forcibly violated him, showing no remorse afterward, and twisting the truth to frame him. "I haven't settled the score with you from last time!" Mingye grabbed Kui's collar, raising his fist to punch him: "You forced me to do that kind of thing, I didn't want to, and you still forced me, what's the difference between you and a beast? You don't even have basic respect! Is this what you call a friend?!" His eyes met Kui's, and for a moment, he was dazed. He saw seven-colored light flashing in Kui's dark pupils. Mingye stared blankly, unable to look away, his mind gradually going blank, and his body unable to move.

“I told you, I don’t want to be your friend.”

Kui picked up the dazed little boy and placed him on a slightly flat rock. This position was perfect, allowing all the satellites to clearly record their every move. Then, with a tender smile, he gazed at the little boy below and began to unbutton his shirt one button at a time, with elegant movements—

all talk of the three realms and all living beings, but in reality, he only wanted to show it to one person!

“Don’t touch him!!!”

In the Mi Kingdom’s palace, someone went berserk.

The Dark Emperor swept everything at his side to the ground: “Prepare the Sky Ship!”

“Brother, what are you planning to do?” Watchman Luo Yue stopped him.

“Is that even a question? Of course, it’s to bring the little prince back!” The Heavenly Emperor’s youngest son was still alive and well, and the little prince wouldn’t have to undergo a public trial. What great news! Qianfan’s joy actually overshadowed the anxiety of humanity being besieged by the demon army. His heart had already flown to his beloved child. “No! I can’t sit here and wait.” His fists clenched tightly. "That shameless Second Prince of the Heavenly Palace faked his death first, causing the young prince to suffer imprisonment, and now he dares to openly bully him. I... I have to go save the young prince! Luo Yue, get out of my way!"

"No way!" He really wanted to knock his brother unconscious: "Stop talking nonsense! What makes you think you can save him? How many human soldiers are you willing to sacrifice for that little devil? You've heard the rumors about the Second Prince and the little devil's close relationship. Even if you do something outrageous, at least you won't kill him, but if you go out... can you guarantee you'll come back alive?"

"I don't need anyone's sacrifice, and nobody should come with me. I can go by myself, right?" Unable to resist his brother's obstruction, Qianfan's eyes welled up with tears: "Even if I lose my life, I'll go!"

Luo Yue felt sorry for his brother and tried to restrain him with the greater good: "You can't act recklessly without considering the consequences. Your life isn't just yours! Think about your country and your people. Are you going to abandon the entire human world for a little devil?"

Tears streamed down Qianfan's face as he buried his face in his hands. "Until this moment, everything I've done has been for humanity. But... can I temporarily shed my identity as the Dark Emperor and be an ordinary person? Let me have just one selfish right to save the one I love." His knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground, burying his face in his hands and weeping bitterly. "I've never done anything for the young prince. Even giving birth to his child was only to fulfill my promise to the Heavenly Emperor and obtain the strongest seal. But the young prince's devotion to me was unconditional. He was devoted to me wholeheartedly, regardless of status or the opinions of others. Nothing could shake his love, except... except myself. I was too foolish, failing to see my own true feelings and failing to cherish them, causing him such heartbreak..."

He lowered his hands, looked up at his brother, and smiled bitterly through his tears. "Do you know, Luo Yue? When you deeply love someone, all you feel is the urge to desperately do something for them, nothing more."

“Brother…” Luo Yue sadly realized a truth: his brother and the little devil were already inseparable, body and soul. No one could interfere with them, and no one could separate them. If anything happened to the little devil, his brother would likely suffer the same fate.

Luo Yue could only sigh: he truly envied the person who taught his brother to love and also to suffer.

“Ah!”

A scream suddenly rang out from the screen, shocking everyone and drawing their attention—

in the image, Prince Kui’s body had been pierced by a hand!

Crimson blood silently dripped from the pale, slender fingertips.

“Ming… Ming?”

The boy below still smiled at him, his sincerity gone, leaving only hypocrisy and coldness: “Kui’s mind-controlling technique is indeed powerful, but you forgot, it doesn’t work on people with strong wills.”

Kui grabbed his arm and pulled it out of her body inch by inch. The attack was aimed precisely at her heart, which had already shattered into a bloody mess in the previous blow. “Mingming, you’ve shattered my heart.” Kui stated ambiguously, seemingly unconcerned about the blood gushing from his body. His gaze towards Mingye turned icy cold in an instant: “Are you in such a hurry to kill me?”

His mother’s warning echoed in his mind—

when that child abandons his warmth and kindness, be careful. If he were willing to be your ally, that would be best; with his help, your grand ambitions would be unstoppable. But once such a person becomes your enemy, you must destroy him immediately, without any hesitation. Even a moment of weakness could lead to utter ruin for you.

“You really want to kill me?”

Each word trembled as it was squeezed out from between his teeth.

“All these years of waiting and devotion are worth less than a lowly, insignificant human!” How could he accept this outcome? Couldn’t he see his feelings at all? Rage clouded his judgment; he wanted nothing more than to tear the person beneath him to pieces.

A figure flashed, and he missed his target.

Mingye appeared behind him, licking the blood from his hands, a naive smile still on his face: "So the Heavenly Soul isn't hidden in the heart. The structure of the Demonic Beast Lihen is truly strange." He turned to look at the person lying on the rock. Seemingly deeply traumatized, the person remained in the same position, a large hole pierced through their chest and back, looking rather pitiful.

Kui slowly straightened up, flesh beginning to regenerate from the wound. With his back to Mingye, a series of intense and complex emotions flashed through his dark eyes, finally settling into a deathly stillness. The resentment and despair in his heart transformed into a chilling aura, spreading from his feet, freezing everything in its path. "Finally, we've come to this. Is there really such a thing as destiny?"

Mingye flicked the sticky liquid from his hands: "I don't believe in fate. How we walk our own paths is our choice." He also activated his Heavenly Soul, purple flames blazing fiercely. "Everyone who comes into this world has something they hope to gain and protect. Love and hate are feelings that come from the heart and cannot be forced. You don't need to waste your energy trying to change me." (

Tianhun Zhuan (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 282)

"What a stubborn fool, going down a dead end and refusing to turn back." Kui scoffed: "If those things you hope to gain and protect betray you and hurt you, is there any value in continuing to protect them?"

Mingye whispered behind him, "As long as you value that thing more than yourself, you will protect it to the end."

"Is that so? But I won't!" Kui suddenly turned around, his demonic energy exploding like thunder. "Those who betray me, I will not forgive lightly!"

Unlike any previous attack that left room for maneuver, the black tentacles that darted towards him were impossible for Mingye to completely avoid even with teleportation. His figure and aura vanished in an instant in this desolate wilderness. Kui retracted the tentacles, leaving a pool of blood on the ground. "Are you hurt?" He dipped his finger in blood and tasted it. Just by tracing the scent of blood, he could easily find him. "Mingming, you're really naughty. Although I love you, I won't tolerate your repeated disobedience."

On a hillside, the little devil clutched the wound on his side, wincing in pain: "Damn! That was a heavy blow." If he had been even a fraction slower, he would have been cut in half at the waist—the thought alone terrified him. Seeing the blood staining half his clothes, he dared not be careless again. Today would be a fierce battle; the immense pressure was mounting, making his heart race. Unlike any of his previous opponents, today he faced Kui, the Dark Star prophesied to be born to destroy the world.

The Heavenly Palace fleet was speeding towards them, its engines blaring at their limit due to overheating.

Just a little longer, child, I'll be there soon.

Sitting in the main ship's command center, no one knew how chaotic and complex his emotions were beneath his composed demeanor. Their fingers, clasped tightly together, knuckles white, palms soaked with sweat, yet their hands were icy cold. "Mingye, you must be safe, I beg you..." He remembered his child, barely breathing, leaning against the headboard, saying, "Fourth Prince... I hope you can lend me troops..."

Despite knowing the chances were slim, he still asked. He was gambling, clinging to the last vestige of trust between family members.

In the end, he still didn't believe him.

Suddenly, the Fourth Prince understood the meaning of that last smile—the child's silent expression of understanding... and farewell—

no! This realization terrified the Fourth Prince, instinctively refusing to acknowledge it: No... no! He could make it!

An alarm blared.

"My lord! A giant flying object is approaching at high speed."

The Fourth Prince snapped out of his reverie, barely managing to regain his composure: "How many are there? Scan and confirm immediately." The main fleet of the Heavenly Palace, led by His Highness the Crown Prince, had already headed to Shuntian City and couldn't possibly return in a short time. Could it be enemy ships? Damn it! Of all times! He didn't want to waste a single second here.

"Only one..." After a brief investigation, the intelligence officer reported urgently, "No! The enemy is moving too fast, the radar can't detect it! Can't confirm! Sir..." The voice trailed off, and everyone in the command room stared in horror out the window at an aerial fortress that had suddenly appeared.

The behemoth approached like a demon, brushing past the main ship as if it were nothing. The smooth, mirror-like hull reflected the cold light of the bright moon. In just a moment, it left a dark blue afterimage in people's eyes, and then it sped away at the speed of lightning.

A faint whistling sound came from the depths of the clouds, like fine sand rubbing in the wind.

"Mingming, did you hear that? That's the noise from the giant engine. The Endless Palace that you developed and built is now heading this way. Guess who it will help?"

Kui quickly found the wounded Little Demon King, and the two faced each other. He advanced step by step, while Mingye retreated while listening intently.

He couldn't hear the faint sound, but the ceaseless wind signaled the movement in the distance. His already pale face grew even more ashen—

his worst fears had come true!

The Endless Palace was also going to intervene in this war?!

Then he… facing such overwhelming power, even if he fought to the death

, he wouldn't last long… His fists clenched tightly, his forced composure crumbling.

"Kid, calm down!" The divine sword lurking within the Heavenly Soul sensed its young master's helplessness and hurriedly comforted him, "Perhaps the situation isn't so bad, perhaps the Endless Palace will help us."

"Is that even possible?" Mingye smiled sadly, "So many people in my clan wish I were dead. And…" Among the demon army were his parents, and even the real Prince Mingye was there. Both Grand Tutor Weichen and Brother Hengye must have longed to reunite with their families. And he, he had become an obstacle for them, a superfluous presence. The Little Demon King slumped down, dejected. "How awful! I never imagined the first target of my sky palace would be me! If the gods knew, especially my brother, the Crown Prince, they'd be laughing their heads off." They'd probably curse him for it.

Lie Yun chimed in, "There's a saying, 'lifting a stone only to drop it on your own foot,' which perfectly describes this predicament."

Ming Ye raised his left hand. Under the bright moon, he lowered his head and kissed the ring on his ring finger. "I'll do my best." He murmured softly, like a prayer, "I'll persevere to the very end, so please do your best too..."

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He couldn't let the Endless Underground Palace join in; dealing with Kui alone was already a struggle for him.

"Zhan Feng Que!"

A beam of light shone down from the sky, and the divine weapon, summoned in response, stood majestically in the ground before Ming Ye.

That azure scythe, though lacking the independent and mature personality of the Lie Yun Divine Sword, was still highly spiritual. It had been passed down to its new master for some time, but had been neglected (?). Every time something happens, the little master is so biased, only using that arrogant broken sword and ignoring it, as if it has completely forgotten about its existence. Secretly, it has suffered countless heartbreaks. Now that it has been summoned, Zhanfengque expresses its excitement by letting its magnificent patterns burst forth with dazzling light. It shines with great ecstasy until the little master cries out, "Ouch~ I can't open my eyes!" before it subsides slightly.

A dim light flows, and Mingye examines its three-meter-tall scythe from head to toe, muttering to itself: "This thing is so big, it's so inconvenient to wield." Its ability to feign cuteness while actually being extremely ferocious is quite similar to that woman, Lanqin.

Artifacts can change their form to suit their masters.

With a thought, Mingye's telepathically connected sword, Zhanfengque, immediately abandoned its stylish scythe shape and transformed into several azure orbs, spinning around its little master and occasionally nuzzling against his cheeks and arms. Knowing its master was wielding the sword Lieyun, it focused on defense.

Zhanfengque was a divine artifact that manipulated wind; with its help, the little demon king could keenly perceive everything around him, even compensating for his impaired eyesight and hearing. The wind shifted, the endless underground palace drawing ever closer. With no time to hesitate, he began to increase his spiritual power, the orbs around him changing their arrangement, dark blue light connecting them to form a magic circle.

"Trying to set up a barrier? Not so easy!"

Kui's whip lashed out, and simultaneously, Mingye's arms swept out to the sides, the magic circle expanding endlessly until it enveloped the entire continent. He and Kui, along with 50,000 demon soldiers, vanished from the earth in an instant.

"Gone?!" Satellite footage showed an empty wilderness. The Mi Kingdom's command center erupted in chaos; some were relieved, others suspicious. "What happened? Where did they go?" "Did they retreat? Is the crisis over?"

But the air was thick with the stench of blood, and the world was still awash in crimson light.

Humans didn't understand, but the gods, possessing the power of the Heavenly Soul, knew.

The demon soldiers hadn't disappeared; they had simply been taken to another dimension—in other words, sealed within a barrier.

"Truly astonishing power!" On his way to the battlefield, the Fourth Prince connected to a communication channel, contacting his wife who was visiting another country. "The barrier created by Zhan Feng Que, hailed as the strongest seal in the Heavenly Realm, is indeed extraordinary."

Lan Qin chuckled on the other end of the video call. Being in a foreign land, she was powerless to intervene. Even if the war was raging, it wasn't her place to worry

about it. Besides, the Heavenly Palace had already dispatched a celestial warship, led by the God of War, to provide support to the mortal realm. However, seeing Mingye on the satellite image just now surprised her somewhat. Wasn't that child imprisoned in the Heavenly Palace awaiting interrogation? How could he have appeared on the battlefield before the reinforcements? Tonight was truly full of strange occurrences! First, Shuntian City collapsed, and a mysterious, enormous celestial warship emerged from the ground. Then, the demon army, sealed in another world, marched in a mighty force to the borders of the mortal realm. At first, Lanqin was worried that Mingye harbored resentment towards the Heavenly Palace and would take the opportunity to help the demon army conquer the mortal realm, turning the tables on the Heavenly Palace. Later, seeing his actions of setting up a barrier to trap Anxing, she was relieved to think that the child was indeed a person of great righteousness. Although fighting alone was somewhat difficult for him, with his intelligence and skills, delaying the enemy for a while shouldn't be a problem. As long as the Heavenly Palace's reinforcements arrived, there would be nothing to worry about.

After bathing and changing into a white bathrobe, Lan Qin held a glass of red wine in her hand. Several maids stood behind her, tending to her long, flowing, light blue hair. She stared at the empty countryside on the screen, as if through it she could see a fierce battle unfolding in another dimension.

"A near-perfect barrier, stretching for hundreds of miles, and bringing tens of thousands of people into it... Even if Zhanfengque were still in my hands, I couldn't do it." This was the truth, not a humble formality: "Only Yaoxing possesses such powerful strength." Suddenly remembering something, she asked the Fourth Prince, "You saw the video just now. Since Prince Kui isn't dead, tomorrow's public trial can be canceled, right?"

This should have been good news, but her husband in the video looked like the sky was falling, which startled Lan Qin: "What's wrong?"

The Fourth Prince cleared his throat: "Lan Qin, there's something I must tell you. Regarding that child Mingye... the imperial physician diagnosed that he's been poisoned by the demon realm's cold poison, and the poison has already invaded his blood and internal organs. Even the imperial physician... is powerless to save him."

Lan Qin was stunned for half a second: "What did you say?!" She stood up abruptly, and the maid behind her, unable to react in time, pulled her hair painfully. Everyone hurriedly knelt down to beg for forgiveness.

"Get out! All of you get out!" Like a thunderbolt striking her head, Lan Qin impatiently dismissed all the servants. Her movement splashed red wine from the crystal glass in the water, staining her snow-white nightgown with an ominous color that gradually spread.

After taking a few deep breaths, she finally spoke, demanding confirmation: "Explain yourself! How was that child poisoned? When did it happen? I've never heard you mention it. And… what does 'beyond saving' mean?" Those four words had already thrown her into a frenzy: "Mingye is Yaoxing, the prophesied hope for saving the three realms, how could he die so easily? Have you investigated?"

A thought flashed through her mind, and her heart turned cold—

"Wait!" She turned to stare at her husband. "Tell me honestly, is his current battle with Prince Kui something you and His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor orchestrated?" Growing increasingly alarmed, Lan Qin uttered her most direct deduction: "Because he won't live much longer, you're in such a hurry to force him to fight Dark Star? I understand, the public trial is just a pretext, isn't it? You threatened him that if he didn't defeat Dark Star, you'd put him on trial and let the world judge his merits and demerits. But if he actually killed Dark Star, he'd be accused of murdering the Second Prince of the Heavenly Palace and executed. You planned to use him from the beginning, achieve your goal, and then discard him—is that it?!"

"No! We didn't expect His Highness Kui to lead the demon army to attack the human world, and we certainly didn't force Mingye to go to fight. He went on his own..." The Fourth Prince was even more distressed by his wife's accusations. He didn't know how to explain his predicament to her: "You know that child's temper and abilities!"

"I don't believe it! He's a child who inherited your bloodline, how could you be so heartless!"

"Lanqin..." Hesitating was not the style of the Heavenly War God, but this time he was at a loss. "Lanqin, that child... actually, Mingye, he isn't Yaoxing!"

Another bombshell!

In the communication screen, the poor woman was stunned for a long time before finally laughing—

good heavens! Look at the incredible truth she had heard! "He's not Yaoxing?" she murmured, repeating herself, but the man on the other end looked pained. He was a serious person who never joked.

"You're telling me now that he's not Yaoxing?!" She slid softly to the ground, the crystal glass falling from her hand and shattering with a "bang," but it seemed no one noticed. Her light blue eyes stared blankly at the fluorescent screen. "Is everything you said true?" She heard her own voice, distant as if someone else were speaking: "Since he's not Yaoxing, then he..."

Then he... will die too!

As fragile as an ordinary person.

Without the blessing of fate, he was no different from any other fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy; if not protected properly, he would be lost...

She understood what her husband wanted to say. He found it difficult to speak, but what he really wanted to say was that this time, that child might never return.

"Does Mingye know the truth? That he's not Yaoxing?"

"He... knows."

"Then why did he still go?"

"Lanqin..." That child probably went to war with a death wish, as evidenced by his refusal to persuade her to send troops to help. But the Fourth Prince dared not tell his wife this.

The news came so suddenly that Lan Qin wasn't even prepared to grieve. The pain of loss hadn't yet descended upon her; she only felt a chill in the air, a panic in her heart, her mind refusing to accept it, repeatedly asking, "Really? How could this happen?"

She jumped up, rushed to her computer, and began frantically searching through her call logs.

Found it! Found it all.

From yesterday evening to tonight, in just over twenty hours, that child had sent her over three hundred call requests, averaging one every five minutes.

She wasn't unaware.

Because she was busy, and because the Heavenly Palace had given her orders not to contact the child, and of course, many other reasons—she had always thought he was Yao Xing, she had always thought the Heavenly Palace would protect him well, she had always thought that after she returned, she would have plenty of time to talk to him slowly… But these damned excuses! None of them could hide the fact that she hadn't cared about the child!

She was truly a heartless woman!

Suddenly, she really wanted to know, what had Ming Ye wanted to say to her during those calls?

Over three hundred call requests!!!

Was it her youngest son pleading for her help? Or did he just want to shyly say hello? Or perhaps, before leaving, he hoped to call her "Mother" for the first and last time, and then say goodbye?

But she would never know.

The Heavenly Soul Chronicles (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) Chapter 284:

The barrier was successfully deployed, but…

Kui stopped whipping, a piece of bloody flesh hanging from the tip of the black-gold whip. "You think that by erecting a barrier and trapping 50,000 demon soldiers here, you can buy time for that vile woman from the Mi Kingdom? Believe it or not, it wouldn't take me long to beat you to death like this."

He believed it! How could he not? That one lash had almost killed him.

Constructing an alternate dimension had consumed a large amount of Mingye's spiritual power, causing his own defenses to weaken considerably. Kui's frontal attacks were blocked by the protective barrier erected by Zhanfengque, but Mingye was truly powerless to defend against attacks from behind. A deafening "pop" like a firecracker exploded in his ears, a sound transmitted directly to his brain through his body. His back, raw and lacerated, burned with excruciating pain. "Ugh..." Unable to bear the pain, Mingye collapsed to his knees.

"Within five lashes, I will take your life." Kui raised her hand again, her eyes devoid of any emotion as she stared at the man on the ground: "Second lash!"

The long whip lashed through the air, grazing the ground and creating a deep gash several meters deep. In that split second, Mingye recited the Wind Control Technique, pushing himself off the ground with his hands and feet, propelling him into the air. He clutched his shoulder, still shaken, gasping for breath. Blood streamed down his legs, dripping onto his heels and then onto the ground. His disheveled bangs covered half of his pale face, and his wide, silver eyes revealed a desolation he himself was unaware of.

Kui Yin, her face grim, gave him no time to catch his breath, immediately swinging her arm again, the black whip whip whipping up a gust of wind, aiming straight for Ming Ye's face. The attack was fierce, but it only shattered the afterimage left in the wind; the man had vanished without a trace.

Another missed strike!

The more the prey fled, the more Kui Yin's rage had nowhere to go!

"Escape? Where can you escape to?!" A cold voice echoed across the desolate countryside, carrying a ruthless determination to drag the victim out and dismember him, chilling to the bone.

Yes, where could he escape to?

Such a simple fact, why couldn't the Fourth Prince and his elder brother, the Crown Prince, see it?

Ming Ye smiled bitterly. He had long since lost his attachment and passion for life, yet those shrewd people were still wary of him, fearing he would use the army to escape in order to save his own life. How ridiculous, where could he go? They didn't understand; what he wanted most was simply the peace that death could buy.

Hiding behind a concealed rock, he found temporary refuge. Mingye slid down the cold stone, his back pressed against the surface.

He pulled a medicine bottle from the pocket of his prison uniform. Inside were potent painkillers. It was for these that he had returned to Shuntian City. In the past, to avoid worrying his lover, he had kept this bottle in his bedchamber, taking one pill whenever the cold poison flared up.

He opened the bottle, poured out all the pills, and shoved them into his mouth, swallowing them along with the blood. The pain was unbearable; his broken body was sustained only by willpower, and he couldn't let the pain break his resolve. Painkillers have severe side effects—muscle atrophy, sluggishness, and even brain damage—but fortunately, he didn't have to worry about the future.

The far-than-expected dose quickly took effect. The pain subsided, and his body and mind gradually felt lighter. In a daze, he seemed to hear the laughter of two little boys, laughter from a distant memory, a joyful, carefree sound…

A sudden tightening around his neck, a black whip coiled around it.

“Gotcha.” Kui’s figure emerged from behind the rock. He abruptly pulled back, dragging the stubborn little creature, who had defied him time and again, until it was completely huddled at his feet. A ring of dark red blood trickled down its delicate neck, the little creature struggling to breathe, looking at him pitifully, and suddenly cried out, “Kui, even you don’t want me anymore?”

Kui’s heart trembled. His resolve to tighten the whip and snap the creature’s neck was shaken by this simple question.

He would use the creature’s reluctance to buy himself time to retaliate. Mingye summoned his divine sword, channeling his power through its blade, unleashing a sea of dark purple fire, severing the black whip that was wrapped around his vital points. (

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Forced back by the raging flames, Shen Tiankui finally regained his footing when the flames ceased their pursuit. His black whip was reduced to ashes, and his once-impressive military uniform was also badly damaged, torn and charred. His once breathtakingly handsome face was now half burned beyond recognition, the other half green with rage, a grotesque, demonic sight.

That single sword strike had cleaved the entire mountainside into a plain. Mingye, who had gained the upper hand, was powerless to press his advantage. He planted the blade of Lieyun upside down in the ground, trying several times to gain leverage but unable to stand; his strength seemed to drain away like quicksand in a funnel.

Both were severely wounded, for reasons unknown.

Shen Tiankui suddenly realized that he hadn't come here to take this little thing's life, nor to massacre the mortal realm, to avenge his clan and mother who had been sealed in another world for over a decade, but to repay the heavens with his shame. Nonsense! What do the conflicts of the Three Realms have to do with him? His joys and sorrows have never stemmed from power, responsibility, or the entanglements of kinship.

He only wants one person.

Therefore! He can't bear to see him smile at others, can't bear to see him be kind to others, can't bear to see others placed above himself in his heart.

The true purpose of starting this war is simply to lure Mingming here, and then, through a combination of persuasion and coercion, use every means possible to make him abandon his current battered and bruised body, awaken the hatred within him, merge with it, and be reborn, so that it will accompany him for countless years to come.

But just now, blinded by anger, he almost destroyed Mingming, causing a terrible mistake. Fortunately, his little darling is not one to give up easily; despite suffering from illness, he can still force out strength to fight back with his extraordinary willpower. It seems he won't breathe his last until reinforcements arrive.

"Tsk tsk, why be so stubborn? Think about whether your sacrifice is worth it. Fighting for someone who deliberately deceived you, you've risked your life for him, and he doesn't even know."

The prison clothes were unrecognizable, the bloodstains on them mottled and congealed, staining them a dark red. The broken whip wrapped around his neck, Mingye reached out and ripped it off, the rough blade digging into his flesh, tearing off skin and flesh, yet he felt no pain. Kui, however, transmitted her words through her mind, each word piercing his heart like nails.

"Look how pitiful you are now, wounded and covered in blood, let that bastard see you too. Guess what his reaction will be? Will he be frightened and keep his distance from you? Or will he hold you and cry, feeling guilty?"

His unfocused silver eyes suddenly narrowed—

"No!"

No! Don't let him see!!

Mingye cried out in his heart, but his vocal cords were injured by the black whip, his throat hoarse and unable to utter a sound. He had always carefully protected that person, placing him in the safest place, surrounding him with only light and beauty, bearing all the ugliness and suffering alone. Even if fate insisted on separating them, he couldn't defy it, but he hoped to bring him a happy memory, allowing him to live out his remaining years without burden.

Kui's figure blurred in a blinding light—

a long howl echoed through the sky—and

the demonic beasts bowed in worship, welcoming the arrival of the Beast King, Lihen.

The ultimate demonic transformation resulted in a pure black monster, its body as massive as a mountain, revealing its terrifying form after the intense light dissipated.

Its head and neck resembled a dragon, its tail a scorpion, and its belly had many claws. It writhed and slithered, exceptionally agile and nimble, capable of covering a hundred meters in a single stride. The monster was hairless and scaleless, but sensory organs, large and small, resembling eyeballs, covered its entire body, making its dark skin appear uneven and repulsive, like a toad. It also had translucent, translucent wings on its back, revealing the veins running through them. The wings resembled those of a dragonfly or ladybug, but with irregular edges. The wings flapped and folded, making a "fluttering" sound. Countless black tentacles trailed from its long tail, seemingly soft but actually harder than steel. A gentle flick sent sand and gravel flying, while an attack was like a volley of arrows, capable of instantly claiming the lives of a mere thousand people.

A point of purple light shone clearly on the demon's forehead; that must be the location of its Heavenly Soul. Lihen's recovery speed was extremely fast; aside from the fatal wound on its forehead, attacking other parts of it would likely not cause much damage. But getting close to its forehead was no easy feat.

Lihen roared again towards the sky, seemingly excited and anticipating a powerful display. This roar was even more deafening than the previous one, shaking the entire landscape. The deafening sound waves also stirred up a demonic wind, raging everywhere and carving craters into the earth. With a deafening "Bang!" like a cannonball launched into the sky, a colossal creature, as large as a mountain, shot into the heavens in the blink of an eye.

"Mingming, your barrier can't hold me!" a voice echoed from the sky. "I'm going to the Mi Kingdom right now and bring that bitch here."

Staring at the massive crater hundreds of meters deep in the ground, the Little Demon King was completely stunned, unable to process what he was seeing. Even the demon army had recovered, but he remained sitting motionless, eyes wide open.

"Scared out of his wits? After witnessing the terror of Lihen, Yaoxing knew he was no match and gave up, didn't he?" The real prince nestled beside his father, his blood surging and his heart pounding from the earth-shattering roars of Lihen. The legendary King of Beasts, whose reputation was far from being known, was actually such a terrifying monster. Just looking at him from afar was enough to send chills down one's spine; witnessing him up close would surely make one's legs go weak. He began to feel sorry for Yaoxing.

"That child isn't afraid of the power of Lihen; he's afraid of its appearance." Chu Leng shook his head and chuckled. "From childhood to adulthood, only insects have been his nemesis. When he's naughty, throwing a tantrum, just scare him with an insect, and it always works. He'll immediately turn into a good boy, not even daring to cry anymore, standing aside and doing whatever you ask. Sometimes his older brother gets fed up and uses this trick on him, hehe, it's really funny."

Afraid of insects?

A thought flashed through the young prince's mind, but he didn't have time to catch it. He heard the subtle doting tone in his father's voice and felt a pang of bitterness. He secretly pouted and asked innocently, "What about me? Father, what am I most afraid of?"

"Uh?" Chu Leng couldn't answer for a moment, so he put his hand on his son's shoulder and pulled him closer. "Father will be more careful in the future."

His apology didn't make his son feel any better; the past was gone and would never return. For twelve long years during his childhood, when he most needed family love, he never saw his parents or brothers. Watching other children's warm family moments with bitterness, he could only silently hide away, tears welling in his eyes. It couldn't make up for the loneliness he endured for so many years, like an orphan… all because of that person! Because of Yaoxing!

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Separation and Hatred) The demon hovered in the air, searching for the void point of the barrier. Breaking through the void point was the only way to break the barrier without killing the caster. The Beast King grinned cruelly: "Mingming, watch how I break through your formation!" Shen Tiankui had gone to great lengths to lure the little demon king into becoming one of his kind.

He inherited the bloodlines of both the divine heavenly family and the demon royal family, making his spiritual power the strongest in the three realms. Furthermore, by assimilating with the Beast King, he gained an invincible body. However, the most terrifying thing was the demonic nature lurking within him, unrestrained by morality or goodwill, without any weaknesses. How could such an opponent be defeated?

"Kid, are you alright?" Lieyun materialized into human form, not a physical entity, just a transparent outline. His mechanical body remained outside the barrier, guarding the unconscious Guiyi. His fingers gently stroked his little master's bloodless cheek, hoping to convey some support and encouragement even though he couldn't touch him—this kid looked terrible! "Is your wound hurting badly? If you can't continue, we'll retreat. Don't push yourself."

"Retreat?" The owner of the divine sword seemed to hear an incomprehensible word, then shook his head: "I have no way out." He quickly concealed the fear on his face, giving the divine sword a reassuring smile: "It's alright, don't worry, my wound doesn't hurt. I was just... thinking about how to control that terrifying monster." An excited roar came from above, while the azure orb surrounding Mingye emitted a low, warning hum. The Little Demon King looked up at the sky and sighed sadly: "He still found it, the location of the void point."

Lihen opened his mouth and tore at a certain point in the air; to the naked eye, the barrier, like a stage set, was torn and blurred.

There was no time for him to think it over. Mingye reminded Lieyun: "Please remember our agreement. If I lose my senses, kill me!" After entrusting the heavy responsibility to his trusted companion, he no longer hesitated, shattering the seal suppressing Lihen in his Heavenly Soul. His frail body slowly collapsed, and amidst countless rays of cold light, another Beast King was born.

Huff! Huff!

Heavy breathing echoed in the silent wilderness. The newly born Li Hen, having been imprisoned for a thousand years, had greatly diminished its demonic nature and was too weak to maintain its fixed form. A heap of black, rotting flesh hung from its skeleton, each crawling step seeming like an exhaustion. It was very hungry, desperately needing to eat; fresh meat and spiritual energy were excellent sources of nutrition. In the darkness, its two beastly eyes shone exceptionally brightly, turning to fixate on the fifty thousand demon soldiers.

"What...what does it want to do?" Not to mention the ordinary soldiers, even the legitimate young prince trembled with fear and hid behind his father.

In Shen Tiankui's eyes, the beast king's offspring below was incredibly cute; watching it so innocently focused on eating, it was truly a greedy little fellow. He flapped his wings above, the wind he stirred up like a caressing hand, protecting the offspring. "Very good, very good. It seems Mingming finally understands his painstaking efforts in bringing tens of thousands of demon soldiers to the mortal realm. The newborn Beast King is extremely hungry. Although 50,000 people are not many, demons are more nutritious than humans. Not only can the little one taste the freshness of flesh and blood, but he can also absorb celestial souls to replenish his spiritual power." He encouraged from above, "Eat, eat, don't be shy, these are all snacks prepared for you."

Having received the guidance, the infant stretched its neck and opened its blood-red maw, taking a deep breath—a

gale arose, and the beast's mouth was like a bottomless abyss.

General Chu Leng, seeing that the situation was not good, gave an order: "Retreat!" He reached out and tightened his arms around his youngest son's waist, using teleportation to retreat dozens of miles, arriving at a safe hillside before setting down his son and looking down at the foot of the mountain. The once majestic and orderly army had instantly become a disorganized mess, its formation in chaos, losing nearly one-fifth of its strength, all of which had been absorbed into the belly of the infant Lihen.

"Why doesn't Lord Kui protect us?" The young prince was heartbroken. He remembered that "Brother Guiyi" had once said that a king exists to protect his people. Lord Kui watched as his demon subjects were devoured, not only failing to stop it but also praising the child's indiscriminate behavior. What kind of logic was this?

His father said, "To defeat Yaoxing, this sacrifice is unavoidable." Demons are inherently cold-hearted, and Chu Leng didn't think there was anything wrong with sacrificing a portion of his people's lives as a price. As long as Anxing could lead the demons to conquer the three realms and become the overlord of the world, he would follow him.

Hearing his father say this, the boy's hatred for Yaoxing deepened even further.

As for the child, after eating thousands of people, it had absorbed a lot of spiritual energy. Its skin began to grow back, no longer a rotten lump of flesh. It was so comfortable that its eyes squinted. Deep Sky Sunflower howled happily in the sky, constantly stroking the young creature's spine with its tail, encouraging it to eat more.

Lie Yun, seeing this, realized this was bad enough. His little master had lost his mind and couldn't communicate with him through consciousness. Worse still, time was ticking away, and his usage time was running out; he couldn't afford to waste it. Who knew how long it would take for the little brat to regain his senses? Once the time limit was over, even if he wanted to help, he would be powerless. "Little brat, forgive me!" He had to awaken him before the demonic influence deepened.

A purple crystal sword appeared in mid-air, aimed at the young creature's buttocks, and plunged down hard like a needle.

"Ugh—!!!" The poor, still-unable-to-cry, young creature exploded in pain. Then, Lie Yun heard his little master curse with relief: "Damn it! Who stabbed my butt?!" His long neck twisted back, meeting the "needle" in his buttocks with a look of deep resentment. To express its apology, Lieyun quickly swung the sword. "Agh!" The little demon king screamed, rolling on the ground, "You brainless, stupid sword!"

"Alright, alright!" Lieyun cheered, "Being able to curse means you're truly awake!"

Shen Tiankui stared in disbelief, the juvenile beginning to sneeze on the ground—no! It was vomiting up the people it had eaten, one by one.

The demon soldiers, covered from head to toe in green gastric juice, were wearing armor, so the corroded area of their skin wasn't too large. The survivors struggled to their feet and fled.

How could this be? Mingming had actually regained its self-awareness?! He was so close, so very close to succeeding. Shen Tiankui warned the people below unwillingly, "Don't vomit it up! You can't become a complete being without eating people!" Most importantly, the demonic nature couldn't take root in his heart.

"I don't want to become a monster like you." After vomiting up all the food, the ravenous hunger almost knocked him unconscious. His appetite roared wildly within him, but the little demon king desperately suppressed it, refusing to lose control again.

"A monster? Heh..." Shen Tiankui smiled sinisterly, "Fine! I'll see what you, in your incomplete form, can use to fight me." With a heavy flap of its thin, transparent wings, its mountain-like body lunged straight at the illusory point in the air. Impatient with its slow struggle, it opened its mouth and shot out a wave of spiritual light, blasting it through the illusory point of the barrier, revealing a large hole. The entire alternate dimension began to crumble from that corner, reconnecting with the real world. Alarms

blared at the Mi Kingdom's command headquarters. The demon soldiers, who had disappeared, reappeared in satellite images, but they were routed, and it was unclear what had happened during their rampage; the scene was chaotic.

However, Qianfan knew nothing of this. Accompanied by his younger brother, he returned to his palace. A female official had just reported that the younger baby was crying incessantly, refusing to urinate or be fed, and the imperial physician couldn't find the cause after examination. The baby just wouldn't stop crying, no matter how much they tried to soothe him. His little face was flushed purple from crying, his voice hoarse, and the palace maids, having exhausted all other options, dared to disturb the Dark Emperor. In

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, Qianfan heard the soft, sweet crying in the corridor and quickly entered the nursery. Inside, everyone hurriedly knelt on the floor. The maids and nurses responsible for caring for the baby, seeing the Dark Emperor arrive, breathed a sigh of relief, but were also somewhat apprehensive, fearing his displeasure.

Qianfan picked up the sobbing baby and carefully examined him: Strange, this little guy is usually very well-behaved, why is he crying like this today? His heart ached. Qianfan held the baby in his arms, comforting him with kisses and caresses.

Benben, lying on another small bed, seeing everyone ignoring his younger brother, also pretended to cry while leaning against the railing, wailing twice. Suddenly, he realized his new teeth were itchy, smacked his lips a couple of times, and then forgot about vying for attention, starting to bite the railing to grind his teeth. His focused, drooling appearance made Luo Yue want to laugh. Just as he was about to go over and tease him, the entire palace suddenly shook violently. Luo Yue didn't have time to think and quickly turned back to protect his brother. A chasm split open in the ground, separating the two of them. Just as he was about to gather his strength to leap across the chasm, an unknown force forcefully pried the house apart like an orange tree. With a crash, the half of the palace where Luo Yue was standing collapsed, and all the lights went out.

"No—Luo Yue! Benben!" Qianfan screamed in terror. In the vast darkness, nothing could be seen, only the deafening crash of the collapse, mixed with the screams of men and women, followed by billowing dust that choked their noses and mouths. Ignoring the guards' attempts to dissuade him, Qianfan knelt beside the broken wall, trying to see the chaotic scene below. "Luo Yue—" he began, but the flying dust filled his mouth, causing him to cough repeatedly, and the baby in his arms was in even worse condition. Unable to attend to both sides, Qianfan could only hold the baby and stagger backward with the guards protecting him.

Fortunately, his younger brother's voice came quickly from below: "Brother, I'm fine, it's just my leg... my leg is hurt." The excruciating pain meant his bones were broken. Luo Yue struggled to move the rubble off his right calf, glanced to the side, his lips twitching slightly, and called upstairs again, "Don't worry, Benben's alright too..." Just moments before he fell, a ball of cotton "whooshed" past him and flew towards the baby. Now he saw it clearly; it was an animal that looked somewhat like a baby hippo, flapping its small wings, carrying Benben with its two hands, wobbling as it flew upstairs. The poor animal was already so fat, yet it was carrying a ball of flesh almost as heavy as itself.

"Little... Wu?" Qianfan recognized that the one who had saved Benben was Little Wulong, and that his younger brother, who had fallen downstairs, was not in mortal danger, so he was slightly relieved. He immediately ordered his subordinates to launch a rescue operation and reported the extent of the damage to the palace and demanded a thorough investigation into the cause. The officer who came to report brought bad news: in the recent tremors, the headquarters had been razed to the ground by a demon, and the number of casualties was still being determined. Fortunately, the Dark Emperor and the Crown Prince had returned to their palace and escaped the calamity.

Qianfan looked thoughtfully at the whimpering baby in his arms. The officer in front of him, citing the danger of the palace collapsing at any moment, advised the Dark Emperor to take refuge in a safe place. Qianfan was worried about his injured younger brother in the ruins downstairs and didn't want to leave, but Luo Yue also persuaded him to leave first. Firstly, the babies were frightened and needed to be comforted, and secondly, even if he stayed, he wouldn't be of much use and would only distract the others.

Qianfan thought it made sense, so he left with the officer's escort. Before they even reached the door, the officer suddenly turned pale as if he had seen a ghost, staring intently behind him. Qianfan also sensed something was wrong and turned around abruptly—outside the ruined building, a terrifying beast's face was slowly approaching, so terrifying that even shouting would be too weak to rouse anyone who saw it. Its狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious) eyes stared at him with a sinister gaze, its mouth hissing and breathing out a foul stench. Many of the women present had already fainted from fright, and even the braver ones collapsed to the ground, too weak to even flee.

"Monster...monster!" someone cried out, and chaos erupted in the crowd. Many cried out and scrambled aimlessly, desperately trying to escape the monster. After the initial shock, the loyal officers remembered their duty and fought desperately to protect the Dark Emperor, directing the Imperial Guards who had come to his rescue to fight the monster. Unfortunately, no matter how many people came or how sophisticated their weapons, it was all in vain. Lihen's body was as hard as steel, impervious to blades and spears, and could not be harmed by humans. With a flick of its tail, black tentacles surged into the room from all directions, crisscrossing and tearing apart the mortal soldiers who charged forward. Limbs flew everywhere, and blood splattered across the walls and floor. In less than a few minutes, the room fell silent, with only the sound of the wind remaining.

Qianfan huddled in a corner, shielding his beloved son beneath him, his eyes closed, murmuring, "Your Highness... save us... baby, and humans... please, save everyone..." His intense desire triggered a powerful response from the strongest seal within the Taiji Token, causing a sudden burst of energy that broke through the critical point...

"Bang—" A deafening crash, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, rang out as a dark shadow slammed into the outside demonic beast, its massive body sliding through the ground until it crashed into the towering palace wall. Many buildings collapsed, leaving a deep gash in its wake.

Qianfan opened his eyes and nearly despaired; another similar demonic beast had appeared. However, this one was much smaller, with a round head and a somewhat clumsy appearance. The palace was five stories high, and it struggled to climb the broken floor, not wanting to fall, but clearly lacking the strength to reach the top. It stretched out a claw, trying to grab Qianfan, and just as it was about to reach him, the fool dared to dodge!

Qianfan hugged his baby tightly, shuffling and shuffling to the side until he finally squeezed into a corner, where he cautiously nestled. Despite his fear, he noticed the little monster seemed to roll its eyes. Then, an angry roar echoed in his mind: "Come here! The building's about to collapse! What are you doing huddled there, waiting to die?"

"Your Highness!" Upon hearing the voice, Qianfan instantly came to life. A surge of courage rose within him; his legs stopped trembling, his body calmed, and he stood up, searching around: "Your Highness! Your Highness, where are you?"

"Right in front of you, you idiot!" Mingye sighed helplessly, scolding him: "Can't you be a little smarter this time?" He never recognizes him!

Ahead? There was only one monster in front of him... could it be...? "Your Highness?" Qianfan tentatively took two steps forward.

The baby finally couldn't hold on any longer, its paws slipped, and it fell with a thud, sprawling on its back.

A gust of cold wind swept by, and Lihen, who had been knocked over some time ago, pounced back fiercely, grabbing the infant by the neck and tossing it into the air.

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Watching the small demonic beast, suspected to be the little prince in disguise, being thrown in an arc, the culprit, still not satisfied, scratched its paw, its eyes gleaming with malice as it watched the tiny dot fly further and further away into the night, pondering whether to deliver a final blow, to teach it a lesson and make it remember the consequences of angering it. Before it could make a decision, a sharp pain shot through its eye; a sharp pebble had been thrown up, nearly hitting Lihen's eye.

Unable to bear seeing the little prince being bullied, Qianfan, momentarily blinded by rage, disregarded the consequences. Holding the baby in one arm, he rummaged through the shattered corpses on the ground, searching for pebbles he could lift to use as weapons, throwing them at the monsters outside. Luo Yue, the younger brother, and the rescue team below were stunned by his action.

"Brother!"

Seeing the monster move its neck and slowly turn towards the people inside, Luo Yue anxiously activated the controller on his wrist, started the satellite in the sky, and adjusted the launch angle. A moment later, a strange sound came from the night sky. Several orbs of light, trailing long comet tails, passed through the atmosphere, accelerating under the influence of gravity, accompanied by a whistling sound. A row of celestial arrows "whooshed" into the monster's hard carapace. The scorching metal and the living organism touched, immediately sending up a cloud of burnt black smoke. The monster stopped moving, seemingly momentarily stunned.

Even a small amount of damage was exhilarating. However, before the people on the ground could cheer, the mountain-like body trembled slightly, and the dozens of celestial arrows on its back were shaken off like toothpicks. The damaged carapace quickly regenerated, and the monster was unharmed, but it was enraged by the humans' repeated provocations.

"Unforgivable!"

Li Hen roared furiously at the ants who had offended it, its neck arched back. The powerful sound waves ripped the ground, uprooted trees, and made buildings sway precariously. Such power was enough to shatter human organs. But strangely, the roar did not cause the expected destruction; the sound waves were weakened by a protective force.

"...The strongest seal?!"

Shen Tiankui was very familiar with this spiritual energy fluctuation. "Mingming?" He turned around and, sure enough, the juvenile creature he had flung away had crawled back on its own, with several beads beside it, emitting a soft, pale blue glow in the night. "Using all the power of Zhanfengque to protect others besides yourself, is that a good idea? Are you confident you can withstand my next attack? Or do you think I would be reluctant to kill you?"

The Little Demon King knew that the Taiji Token had finally overcome the energy reversal and achieved its final fusion with the strongest seal. His spiritual power was being gradually absorbed by the Taiji Token, weakening his defenses. The radiance of the pearl transformed from the Wind-Slaying Sword was also growing dimmer. This was exactly what he hoped for. Soon, once the Taiji Token had absorbed all his spiritual power, erecting a protective barrier for the mortal realm to resist the power of the gods and demons, he would be able to retire successfully.

Beyond Lihen, the Little Demon King's gaze fell upon the devastation behind it—as expected of a palace building, its earthquake resistance was impressive. Despite the impact of the sound waves, only half of the palace remained standing. But everyone inside was lying motionless. Mingye's gaze was fixed on the person he cherished—Qianfan lay in the corner, without any serious injuries, only a few small cuts on his arms and legs from the falling rocks. His chest rose and fell slightly; he seemed to have only fainted. The baby was held tightly in his arms, well protected.

"That bastard is incredibly lucky!" Having failed to kill him time and again, Shen Tiankui was seething with resentment. His gaze had barely left the infant for a moment when a sharp pain shot through his back—he'd been bitten. "Mingming?!" The infant, several times smaller than him, desperately dragged him away, preventing him from approaching the palace. Kui winced in pain, trying to shake it off, but the little creature was more stubborn than a turtle, refusing to let go once it bit. Unable to shake it off, in a fit of rage, he turned and bit down on the infant's head. The poor little demon whimpered, trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming from its eyes. Its skin was still very tender, and it was quickly bitten until its head bled profusely.

In the Mi Kingdom's palace, it couldn't use its powers. To avoid implicating innocents, the little demon king activated his Heavenly Soul, using teleportation to remove the two Lihen beasts from the Mi Kingdom's palace, returning them to the desolate borderlands.

Shen Tiankui was secretly shocked: This guy is a monster! Just how high has his kung fu reached? He actually managed to teleport on two mountain-like behemoths at the same time?

"Damn Mingming!" He helplessly released the head in his mouth and used his mind to command the remaining demon army: "All generals, listen to my command! Invade the Mi Kingdom, wipe out the mortal world, leave no survivors!"

"Don't even think about it!" A point of blue light beneath the young boy instantly extended a thousand meters. The ground was instantly filled with spiritual light, illuminating faces, and a complex magic circle appeared beneath the feet of the demon army.

To create an even stronger barrier than before, the little demon king spared no effort, but just then, a violent wind pressure suddenly appeared in the sky, causing trees to shake and mountains to topple. A dark shadow, like the hand of destiny, slowly and irresistibly covered the sky above everyone's heads. The vast world was like a pot being covered with a lid, giving people a momentary illusion that the sky was about to collapse. A relentless gale pressed down from above, making it difficult to even stand upright, let alone run.

The sharp, clear sound of the engine, like sand rubbing against each other in the wind, disrupted the Little Demon King's concentration. The incantation he was reciting was interrupted before he could finish, and the array on the ground was blown away by the gale. He looked up—appearing with an air of supreme dominance, wasn't that the Endless Palace he had built?! Descending to a height of ten thousand feet above the ground, the aerial palace stood there precisely, controlling the airspace. Even its immovable presence was enough to shake the Three Realms.

After

a few seconds of silence, the Endless Palace showed new movement—

the shuttle-shaped hull separated into upper and lower layers, with a groove appearing in the middle. The giant engine stopped supplying power and switched to another mode of operation, the hum growing louder, and the groove emitted a dark red glow. A band of light appeared in the sky, looking from a distance like a giant ring of heating elements. The gale began to reverse its flow, rising from the bottom up. The Endless Palace activated its energy collectors, continuously filtering and extracting trace elements from the air that could be converted into energy.

"Damn it! It's preparing to attack." As the developer, Mingye immediately saw through the Endless Palace's intentions. With its assistance, the demon army was riding high. "No time to deploy the barrier. Lieyun!" Even if he couldn't escape death, he had to seize this last moment before the Endless Palace fired, severely injuring Dark Star and preventing him from committing evil in the mortal realm. The Amethyst Divine Sword

appeared at its master's call.

A hundred-foot-long giant sword tore through the darkness, standing tall against the wind, shining brightly, its blade shimmering with crystalline light, like ten thousand golden dragons swimming. A white-clad youth appeared before the young man's forehead. In the raging storm, his clothes and hair remained perfectly in place, for he was merely a spirit. He plucked a pure, translucent white crystal from his chest, clear enough for gods and demons to see—it was the Heavenly Soul. With his other hand, he stretched out into the void, summoning the Sealing Magic Tome, its pages rustling as it turned, finally stopping at the chapter he needed.

Mingye recited the incantation, and the Heavenly Soul in his palm spun rapidly. His power surged exponentially in a very short time. The Fierce Fallen Divine Sword before him multiplied from one to a hundred, from a hundred to a thousand… in no time, a vast array of swords had formed.

Was he really going for it? Seeing this, Shen Tiankui was also ignited with fighting spirit—he had long wanted to test his skills against this little thing. He unleashed the power of his Heavenly Soul in an instant, condensing absolute zero cold air, freezing the surroundings into a vast expanse of ice and snow.

One ice, one fire—both were determined to go all in, elevating their spiritual energy to the pinnacle of their life's cultivation!

Mingye pointed forward: "Go!" The sword formation instantly transformed into a cluster of purplish-black flames, plunging into the enemy ranks.

Under Shen Tiankui's instigation, Lihen simultaneously opened its beastly maw, unleashing a chilling burst of spiritual light.

The two overwhelming forces clashed and struggled in the air, neither gaining the upper hand, resulting in a fierce and evenly matched battle. The Endless Underground Palace's cannon fire arrived only half a second later. The little demon king, having exhausted all his strength, had no more power to resist and could only silently close his eyes: It was regrettable that he couldn't stop Anxing, but he had done his best…

However, the feeling of being reduced to ashes did not arrive; instead, a deafening, piercing scream echoed from afar—completely unprepared to defend itself, it had taken the fatal attack from above, and the demon beast Lihen, after a final, agonizing cry, shattered into pieces!

How could this be?!

—The Endless Underground Palace's target was none other than Lord Kui, the commander of the demon army?! Everyone was utterly horrified, even the Little Demon King's gaze towards the aerial palace was filled with questions.

Perfect! All it needed was a moment of distraction. No one noticed that the splattered carcass on the ground was quietly and rapidly coalescing, taking advantage of everyone's attention being diverted to the warship—friend or foe—as a shadowy figure moved slithering in the darkness.

By the time the Little Demon King noticed, it was too late; the only chance to turn the tide was fleeting.

"Deep Heavenly Sunflower!"

Clearly, the attack from the Endless Underground Palace had missed its mark, failing to shatter Li Hen's Heavenly Soul. As long as the Heavenly Soul remained, no matter how severe the physical wounds, the fully-formed Li Hen could still regenerate countless times. The reformed demonic beast appeared behind General Chu Leng and his son.

Shen Tiankui glanced at the endless underground palace that had turned against him in the sky, then at the little demon king who had guessed his thoughts, and laughed triumphantly, "How about it, Mingming? 'They' are standing right in front of me, can you still bring yourself to attack me?"

"You're so despicable!" The spinning of the white crystal in the little demon king's palm gradually slowed down.

The legitimate little prince, who had been dragged into the battle for no reason, nestled fearfully in his father's arms, "Father..."

"Shh, don't be afraid." Chu Leng gently patted his shoulder to comfort him. But he revealed a bitter smile under his mask, having been pushed onto the stage by Lord Kui as a shield—if the king commands the subject to die, the subject cannot refuse. Today, it seemed unlikely that things would end well for him and his father. The child opposite him had not made a move for a long time, clearly having some reservations. Although he was wearing a mask, he probably couldn't deceive those sharp eyes. Even before the battle began, the child's gaze had lingered on him and Shi Shu for a couple of seconds.

Chu Leng removed his mask, revealing his handsome face. Despite being a father of three, the demon king, blessed with natural advantages, appeared to be only in his early thirties. A slight smile played on his lips as he looked down at his youngest son. His unblemished face still held a touch of childlike innocence, pale from fright at the demonic beast behind them, his cheeks flushed a deep pink from the chilly night wind. He nestled helplessly in his father's arms, like a frightened little rabbit, a pitiful sight. Chu Leng couldn't resist teasing him, "If you were to die with your father, would you be afraid?"

The little boy hesitated for a moment, then nodded honestly, "Afraid? Who isn't afraid of death?"

"Heh, what an honest child." A sinister voice came from behind, "I'll tell you a way to avoid death."

The young prince froze, too afraid to move. The voice of the Lord Kui sounded very close; he was afraid that if he turned around, he would find that terrifying monster speaking right beside him. "An...way to avoid death?" His lips trembled uncontrollably.

"It's about killing the other person before they kill you! Do you see that white shadow ahead? He's also called Mingye..." A malevolent voice uttered a seductive curse: "But in this world, there is only one Prince Mingye—if he exists, you don't exist; if you exist, he doesn't exist. Don't you want to kill him, to snatch back your name, your status, your family—all those things that rightfully belong to you? But if he kills you, you will lose everything, even your name. Think about how pathetic you will be. Are you willing to accept that?"

"Lord Kui!" General Chu Leng frowned deeply. His youngest son's eyes were clearly ignited with fighting spirit, so he had to use a secret telepathic message: [Remember your father's words, you must never fight Yaoxing.]

Hahaha! Arrogant laughter echoed unrestrainedly across the wasteland...

Mingming, how are you going to fight this battle? Attack or retreat? Let me see how far you'll go for the Dark Emperor!

The Legend of the Heavenly Soul (Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Childbirth) 290 (Part 1)

Meanwhile, in the command and control room of that invincible warship—

"Clang!" A glass of warm water slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. Demon Lord Hengye leaned against the doorframe, his exhausted body nearly collapsing to the ground. His eyes were fixed on the screen, on the man appearing in the satellite-transmitted image. "What...what's going on? Father?! Isn't that Father standing there? Why? Didn't Father already..."

"Hengye!" Wei Chen Wangyue quickly came to support him, her concern bordering on unconsciously calling the monarch by his name. She then glared reproachfully at the Demon Consort Qian Yu Nai and the group of female officials who had accompanied him. "Didn't I tell you to take good care of the Demon Lord and let him rest in his chambers? Why did you bring him to a place like this?"

The female officials knelt down fearfully, begging for forgiveness.

"It wasn't their fault. I was having nightmares in bed, and even medication couldn't help me sleep. Then I heard the cannon fire and insisted on coming to see. They couldn't stop me." Heng Ye broke free from the support of the powerful Lord Wei Chen and staggered into the command room. All the staff inside stood up and knelt to pay their respects. "No need." The Demon Lord waved his hand gently, signaling everyone to rise. "Just now... why did they fire the cannons? Can anyone tell me?"

However, the entire room was silent, and no one dared to answer.

Heng Ye scanned the room, finally fixing his gaze on Wei Chen's face behind him. He sneered, "And you? You're not going to tell me the truth either?" He pointed at General Chu Leng on the screen, "Isn't that Father? He and Mother... didn't they sacrifice themselves for their country four years ago? How did they end up there? What happened?" His voice suddenly rose, "You know, don't you?"

The man lowered his head and remained silent, his hair obscuring his expression. Seeing that he was still trying to hide it, Hengye was furious and rushed forward to grab his collar, but his body betrayed him, and he fainted midway. Several female officials gasped in alarm, and Weichen Wangyue quickly stepped forward and caught him, calmly turning back to order, "Don't stand there, quickly go and fetch the imperial physician!"

Hengye slumped weakly into his arms, but his mind was perfectly clear. He reached out and pulled the icy tutor's collar closer, asking softly, "Who...who are you?"

Weichen's handsome face, which had been as cold as ice for millennia, finally showed some emotion. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but didn't know where to begin. He had hidden so much from him, covering the truth with cocoon after cocoon, and now, to peel it back, he didn't know where to start. "I..." It took him a long time to squeeze out a single word, cold sweat already beading on his forehead. He finally leaned close to Hengye's ear and said gently, "I would never harm you! But now is not the time to talk. The fighting is still going on. After the fighting subsides, I will explain everything to you in detail, without holding back. Okay?"

Hengye looked at him with suspicion, but the other's sincere gaze made him suppress his many questions. He turned back to the screen. At that moment, a demonic beast crawled into the scene, and his pupils constricted instantly—Heavens! He saw Mingming! The white figure on the demonic beast's forehead was none other than his younger brother, Mingye, who was imprisoned by the Heavenly Palace and awaiting his public trial the next day.

"Ming... Mingming, and Father..." He pointed in shock at the tense scene, his breathing becoming rapid.

Weichen patted his chest, "Don't worry, I will go down and stop them. I won't let anything happen to them."

On the wasteland, the young boy pressed forward step by step, showing no intention of stopping the fight despite the intervention of General Chu Leng and his son. The white-clad youth's cold and resolute voice rang out clearly: "General, please step aside! You're doing nothing by blocking my way; you'll only needlessly claim two lives."

General Chu Leng wasn't surprised. He knew the boy's temperament well. He was usually loyal and righteous, but when it came to matters of great importance to the world, he would become ruthless, even to his own family. At such a young age, his heart was cold and hard to the point of being appalling. His other son, Hengye, had almost died at this boy's hands years ago, a memory he would never forget.

"Protecting the monarch is the duty of a soldier! Please forgive me for not being able to back down." Chu Leng drew his sword.

From afar, Yaoxing's eyes darkened—what? Did he still have any compassion for this fake father who had poisoned and assassinated him? General Chu Leng smiled bitterly to himself. It was no wonder. After more than ten years of living together, even a cat or dog would develop feelings, let alone a person. To this day, he often recalled the day Yaoxing was sent to the Demon Palace as a hostage—a thin baby, his cries very weak. His skin was red and wrinkled all over, his eyes still closed, and he curled up comfortably in his arms before falling into a deep sleep. Having been raised in a test tube, he lacked a sense of security; he would wake up crying as soon as he was placed in the cradle, only falling asleep when held in someone's arms. Even as he grew older, the little one remained clingy, following him around all day calling "Daddy, Daddy"...

It wasn't that he didn't love him, but he couldn't. Could you understand this difficulty? "

Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!

" The boy's spirit, wielding a divine sword, pointed it from afar: "Since that's the case, General, I apologize." The Fallen Blade was missing a crucial component, its usage time severely limited; he couldn't waste a single second. Clearing his mind, his figure flashed like lightning, the sword's edge aimed directly at Li Hen's forehead.

Facing Yao Xing, Chu Leng dared not be negligent, standing before the monarch and using all her strength to receive the graceful, breathtaking sword strike. If the sword energy were truly fierce, how could an ordinary person be a match for Yao Xing? Chu Leng felt a dull, unbearable pain in his chest, clearly injured by the sword energy. But his opponent's attack didn't stop there; he merely twisted his wrist slightly, deflecting the sword's edge, clearly intending to yield and deflect the strongest force. The young man held his sword horizontally, lightly flicking it against Chu Leng's weapon. The movement was subtle, but the instantaneous burst of spiritual power sent General Chu Leng flying forty or fifty meters.

Chu Leng propped himself up, spitting out blood. The young prince rushed over to help him up. Seeing his father injured, he was both shocked and furious, trembling uncontrollably, his eyes wide like copper bells. "Dare to hurt my father, I'll take your dog's life!" he shouted, drawing his Cold Moon Blade, ready to join the fight.

"Don't go!" his father yelled, desperately trying to pull him away.

But blood rushed to his head, and the young prince, still so young, wouldn't listen to reason. Chu Leng, injured internally, couldn't hold on tightly and broke free. Even he, the leader of the four generals of the Demon Realm, couldn't withstand a single move from Yao Xing. That foolish child, charging in with sheer passion, was practically courting death! "You, come back!"

Meanwhile, the two youths' swords were already clashing. The true prince's swordsmanship had been instructed by the Little Demon King. His comprehension was good, and with diligent practice, his progress was astounding. His first move was "Surprising Feather," the sword light scattering, its trajectory like a swan spreading its wings, dazzling the eye.

This move was originally created by the Little Demon King; no matter how well his disciple imitated it, he could never defeat his master. Which light was the true blade could not escape the Little Demon King's discerning eye. To prevent his opponent from losing too badly, he deliberately prolonged his dodge time. "You've learned it quite well, but your skill is lacking." Still far from perfect; the instructional sparring should end. Seizing the opportunity, the Amethyst Divine Sword suddenly thrust out, deftly pinpointing the location of the Cold Moon Blade amidst the continuous sword light. With a crisp sound of metal clashing against stone, the sword in the legitimate young prince's hand was knocked away.

"You..." His painstakingly practiced techniques, honed day and night, were so easily broken, especially by a boy of similar age. This defeat was a mark of shame; if he couldn't turn the tide, this stigma would never fade.

He picked up the Cold Moon Blade, ready to fight again. The Little Demon King frowned, but his eyes caught sight of someone running towards them from afar. Perfect timing. He called out to attract the person's attention: "Guiyi, over here! I'm in trouble, come help!"

Guiyi, just awakened and still disoriented, was running around aimlessly. Hearing the familiar voice, he immediately used teleportation to stand beside the Little Demon King. Before he could speak, the Little Demon King quickly passed the "trouble": "This person is yours."

"Who? Him?" Glancing at the real Prince, Gui Yi quickly entered battle mode. "I say, Prince, you're really not a good friend. My stomach still hurts from that punch. You have to give me... Huh! Where did he go?" Just as he was about to turn around and complain to the Little Demon King, he realized that the white figure was no longer there.

"Does the General intend to die by my sword?" Ming Ye stood with his sword in hand. He thought the force just now was enough to knock someone to the ground, but unexpectedly, General Chu Leng ignored his injuries and blocked his way again. "A Dark Star born for slaughter and destruction, is it really worth your life to follow?" The Little Demon King felt the aura of death weakening. Time... was running out. He raised his sword high: "This battle concerns the survival of humanity. I can't afford to lose. I'm sorry." Killing intent emanated from the sword's edge, instantly creating several tornadoes.

"Spare his life!"

A third person suddenly appeared between the two opposing sides. The newcomer was none other than Wei Chen Wangyue. He had promised Hengye that he would ensure neither his father nor his younger brother suffered any harm. Fortunately, he arrived in time before the tragedy unfolded.

The white-robed youth's murderous aura remained undiminished, only revealing his tiger teeth with a light laugh: "Heh, so it's Grand Tutor Wei Chen. Just now, the Endless Underground Palace seemed to be intentionally helping me. I thought you were on my side?"

General Chu Leng groaned, stopping his sword and kneeling on the ground. His chest heaved with blood and qi. He chanted a healing incantation, pressed it against his wound, and forced out several mouthfuls of blood.

"Father!" Wei Chen Wangyue hurriedly pulled out a pill from his robes and fed it to Chu Leng, making him swallow it along with the blood. "Father's internal injuries are severe; he absolutely cannot continue fighting."

General Chu Leng, having caught his breath, ordered his eldest son, "Kill him!" He pointed at the Little Demon King, "Kill Yao Xing... only the Demon Clan... can rule the Three Realms!"

The young man narrowed his eyes, looking at Li Hen, his silver teeth clenched, his killing intent surging: "Even if I die, I will make An Xing go before me!" His movements were as swift as the wind, instantly passing the two people in front of him, his target being the Heavenly Soul on Li Hen's forehead. He raised his divine sword, a purple light piercing through the night wind, emitting a clear, long howl, shooting towards Li Hen's head.

Thanks to General Chu Leng's interception earlier, Li Hen's reconstructed body had sufficient time to recuperate, and he had now recovered to about 70-80%.

"Mingming, you have missed your chance to kill me. This time I will not be careless again!"

Shen Tiankui's spirit also emerged from Li Hen's forehead, her hair flowing down her shoulders, dressed in military attire, standing tall in the night, her face cold and devoid of warmth. The advantage of separating his spirit from his body was that he could defend against both the ancient artifact and the endless underground palace in the sky.

Li Hen opened his mouth and exhaled, sending an extremely cold aura meeting Lie Yun's sword blade once again.

Snowflakes began to fall from the clouds, and the moisture in the surrounding air gradually condensed into frost. Lie Yun's sword energy gradually weakened, showing signs of being suppressed by his opponent. Ming Ye leaped up, his Heavenly Soul almost burning within him. He raised his right palm, pouring all his spiritual power into it, and pressed it against the end of Lie Yun's sword energy. He decisively let out a roar, forcefully pushing the sword forward a few steps. In

a contest between top-tier gods and demons like them, there were no more techniques to speak of; it was purely a contest of Heavenly Soul power.

The ice and snow that had just condensed around them were instantly evaporated by the high-heat flames released by Ming Ye. In no time, a magnificent spectacle unfolded around them, with vast swirling nebulae forming a breathtaking nebula-like mass centered on them, engulfing an area of hundreds of miles. Satellites overhead captured this spectacular scene.

Shen Tiankui had been forced to fight with all his might, but the fierce sword still relentlessly approached the demonic beast's forehead, showing no sign of retreating until it broke through. He looked at the person controlling the sword energy; on that exquisitely beautiful face, there was a tenacity and ruthlessness he had never seen before, like a demon from hell.

Was that really Mingming? Was that the little one he had always protected and cherished?

He remembered Mingming telling him—"If anyone tries to harm you, I will never forgive them, no matter their identity, no matter how powerful they are, I will stand with you." But why, why was he now killing him with his own hands?

“Mingming…” His call dissipated into the rolling mist, but he clearly heard the little figure give a resounding order to the warship in the sky—

“Fire! Aim at the center of its forehead and shatter its celestial soul! Quickly!” He shouted hoarsely, his expression frantic, almost insane, for he had a premonition.

The blazing sword, breaking through the layers of cold air, had reached Lihen, only a few meters away. Just that little bit more, and he could slay Anxing, removing the source of endless calamity for future generations. Unfortunately, at that crucial moment, fate played another cruel joke on him—the aura of the divine sword suddenly vanished from the wilderness, completely withdrawing from the battlefield, like a firework bursting into its most brilliant light before disappearing without a trace, leaving only regret.

The time limit had expired, and all efforts had been in vain.

Not only Mingye, but everyone who closely followed the development of the battle through satellite images sighed with regret.

Although the young prince had been missing for some time, his remaining power only increased. The demon remnants in the endless underground palace dared not disobey his orders. The operators performed their duties and quickly locked onto the target, unleashing a fierce barrage of artillery fire.

"Lord Kui, leave quickly!" General Chu Leng warned.

The infant charged towards the center of the artillery barrage as if its life depended on it, just to hold back Lihen and prevent it from escaping.

Seeing the situation, Shen Tiankui cried out urgently, "Don't come any closer, Mingming!" Lihen's complete form could regenerate, but the infant could not; once its physical body was destroyed, it had no ability to recover.

The cannon light flashed, its power comparable to a meteorite falling to earth. The

entire land was instantly turned into dust, and the crater blasted out was almost the size of a city in diameter. When the dust settled, the battlefield was a scene of devastation, unrecognizable. Many people had died, and the scattered wind mingled with the screams of the wounded, adding a desolate and tragic touch to this barren land. The searchlights blazing down from the endless underground palace illuminated the scene, turning it a dull, lifeless gray. Demon warriors launched a massive search. Wei Chen Wang Yue also dispatched a large force from his aerial palace, working together to search through the rubble. After the artillery barrage, Li Hen and You Sheng vanished without a trace. However, their presence lingered, making it impossible to determine if An Xing or Yao Xing had perished in the fire. If the young prince was still alive, Wei Chen thought, he had to find him faster than the other group, because if the child fell into his father's hands, he would surely die. Using a detector, someone first found a silver-white sword hidden in a crevice—the child's Cold Moon Blade. After searching for most of the night, Wei Chen sensed a very faint aura of a celestial soul emanating from the ground nearby, likely belonging to the young prince. The crowd was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly gathered several warriors with incredible strength to move the large, haphazardly placed rocks. By the grace of heaven, the young prince, who had been trapped underneath, was still slightly rising and falling in his chest. Wei Chen Wang Yue carefully pulled him from the pile of rubble. The infant had been blown to pieces, not even a scrap of flesh could be found; his soul, having lost its home, had no choice but to return to its original body.

"How could he be so badly injured?!"

The small body in his arms was barely breathing. With trembling hands, Grand Tutor Wei Chen wiped the dirt and grime from the child's face. If anything happened to this child, how could he face Heng Ye? It was all his fault for that one wrong thought, believing that those cold-blooded gods would cherish this child—he was wrong! Terribly wrong. If he had listened to Heng Ye and infiltrated the Heavenly Palace a day earlier to launch a rescue operation, understood the little prince's situation in time, and offered assistance, he wouldn't have had to come to fight alone.

"The little prince will get better, won't he?" The accompanying warriors, seeing the boy who looked as if he had been pulled from a pool of blood, could hardly recognize him. Was this really their little prince? Everyone was worried and hoped that Lord Wei Chen could give them a definite answer to reassure them.

But Wei Chen Wangyue couldn't be optimistic and deceive himself. He only ordered in a deep voice, "Return to the city immediately." If they delayed any longer, he feared that the little thing would bleed to death.

Just as he was about to pick him up, there was a slight movement in his arms. The child's long eyelashes trembled restlessly a few times, then opened with difficulty.

"Are you alright?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Wei Chen realized that his question was superfluous. How could this child be alright? This place was not safe to stay in for long. He planned to use teleportation to take him back to the Endless Underground Palace for treatment, but he was worried that his body was too weak to withstand it.

His chapped lips moved, and he uttered a few barely audible words: "...I'm cold..."

These words reminded Wei Chen, and he quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and fed it to the child's mouth: "Drink it, quickly! This is the antidote for the cold poison."

But Ming Ye couldn't swallow it. Most of the medicine flowed down the corners of his mouth to his neck. When it finally reached his throat, he choked and coughed a few times, vomiting it all up.

After coughing for a while, he became more awake. Seeing a sword in someone's hand, he realized it was his own Cold Moon Blade and reached out to take it. "My...sword..."

Upon hearing this, the warrior knelt down beside the young prince, respectfully offering the sword with both hands outstretched.

Taking the Cold Moon Blade and holding it to his chest, the boy seemed comforted. His expression softened, and he wearily closed his eyes again.

Wei Chen tried to feed him medicine, but he shook his head and refused to drink it.

"Grand Tutor..." he managed to utter with difficulty, "I...I just need a little more time, please wait a little longer..." A small portion of the strongest seal's energy had not yet been fully transferred to the Tai Chi Token; it was still a little short. He looked at Wei Chen with pleading eyes: "Please... Grand Tutor, in my life... few things have gone as I wished... This last time, please grant my wish."

Wei Chen was bewildered. Faced with the child's sorrowful yet wary gaze, he suddenly understood: Did the child think he was going to poison him?

"Don't misunderstand. This bottle contains the antidote, not poison. Fool, would I need to poison you to kill you now? Drink the medicine quickly, I'll take you back to the Endless Underground Palace for treatment! If your injuries aren't treated soon, even a god can't save you!"

But Ming Ye still shook his head, "I'm sorry, Grand Tutor... I can no longer trust anyone." He said intermittently, "If it's true, then I... thank you first... but the antidote, I... no longer need..."

As he said this, a sudden force came, and a large hand reached out and gripped his throat.

"Father!" Wei Chen was shocked. Concerned, he didn't even notice his father's approaching presence. "Father, no!" He hurriedly grabbed General Chu Leng's wrist, the child in his arms convulsing, nearly suffocating.

"Why are you protecting Yao Xing? Are you going to betray the Demon Clan too?" Chu Leng coldly questioned his eldest son.

"No, but Father... please let go!" At this moment, no matter how many thoughts he had, he couldn't express them all. His father ignored his pleas, his grip tightening.

"Speak! Where did you take Lord Kui?" General Chu Leng increased the force of his grip, shaking him violently.

"Killed... I killed An Xing, destroyed his Heavenly Soul. He won't come back, and you... you still dare to use him... as a tool to unify the Three Realms..." In reality, he had only used a profound spell from the Sealing Magic Codex to seal An Xing's will. Only when Kui met his destined one would his dormant memories awaken again.

"You!" An Xing's aura was clearly still there, somewhere in the mortal realm, but his exact location was impossible to pinpoint. "You sent him away, didn't you? Where did you send him? Tell me!"

His throat was being choked, making a gurgling sound, but the child's face was strangely smiling—it was odd, he didn't feel any pain at all, but rather a sense of peace.

His father's hand was around his neck, large and warm; when he was little, being held by those hands always made him feel safe.

Time blurred in his memory, and he seemed to return to the day the Demon Palace fell four years ago—before him was his father's gentle smile, saying, "Good child, let's...die together."

—Okay, okay, Father, please take me with you.

He smiled and went willingly. Leaning against his father, he confided his innermost thoughts. He had never told anyone that he actually felt that living was a very difficult thing, so bitter and so tiring, while death was so sweet.

"Hmph! Do you think I'll let you die so easily?" General Chu Leng grabbed him. "You think keeping quiet will keep it a secret? Even if you die, I can take your body back to the Netherworld, extract your brain, and read your memories! I refuse to believe I can't get the information we want." Though his words were harsh, he hesitated for a moment before actually taking action. Perhaps he couldn't bear to kill this little thing; otherwise, he wouldn't have let him go four years ago. And now, he still couldn't bear it, which was why he had his eldest son take advantage of his hesitation to push him away.

However, even if General Chu Leng didn't act personally, there were many demons eager to kill Yao Xing. Thus, the battlefield gradually evolved into a battle between demons. One side consisted of the demon remnants deeply indebted to the young prince, sworn to protect him to the death; the other side was the demon army from the Netherworld, whose mission was to kill Yao Xing and annihilate the human world.

"Who are you?"

Several warriors guarding the young prince were on high alert as a demon youth dressed in white slowly approached. This man was dressed in luxurious clothes; if not royalty, he must be a nobleman. Strangely, the sword hanging at his waist was exactly the same as the young prince's Cold Moon Blade. "Halt! If you take another step, we won't be polite!" In the distance, Lord Wei Chen was surrounded by several attackers and unable to extricate himself from this situation. Seeing the hostile intent, the warriors drew their weapons, ready to fight. Regardless of who the attacker was, they couldn't allow strangers to approach the young prince.

To be honest, when the Demon Palace was conquered by humans, a large number of elite soldiers were secretly evacuated, leaving behind mostly old, weak, and disabled soldiers. After more than three years of reorganization, their combat strength had improved somewhat, but they still couldn't compare to the true masters of the Demon Realm.

Screams of agony rose and fell, hot blood splattering the yellow earth. Loyal warriors, without even touching the hem of the attacker's clothes, fell one after another to their deaths.

"A bunch of worthless trash!" Kicking aside the last man, the real young prince walked to Yao Xing, whom he deeply despised. He spotted the sword clutched in the boy's arms: "Hmph, the Cold Moon Blade, you dare use it?" He tried to snatch the sword away.

The little demon king refused to let go; it was the only keepsake his parents had left him, something he'd carried since birth. He struggled to open his eyes, mustered his strength, and roared, "What are you doing?"

The real prince kicked him roughly in the stomach, sending him flying several meters away. After the boy coughed up several mouthfuls of black blood, the prince drew his sword with a clang, cursing, "Imposter! Do you know who I am?"

The little demon king did know; this boy, like himself, was a pitiful victim caught in the conflict between gods and demons, a victim of a prophecy. His family had been absent since childhood, and he must have suffered much hardship. Therefore, the little demon king had always been accommodating, despite his deep envy of everything the boy possessed, and had tried his best to show him kindness.

A soldier lying on the ground, still breathing, had blood flowing from his fractured skull, staining his eyes red. He forced his eyelids open and saw the unknown youth, knife in hand, approaching the dying prince step by step. He groped around on the ground for a moment, picked up his weapon, and rushed behind the youth, raising his sword to strike, shouting, "Prince, run!"

A flash of cold light passed his waist, and the youth turned and cleaved him in two.

"Blind fool, who are you yelling for?" The real Prince Mingye, seeing the man die with bulging eyes before him, was still not satisfied and kicked him in the head, snapping his neck with a crack.

"Stop!" The Little Demon King's eyes were bloodshot. "He is also a member of the demon race! How can you treat him so cruelly?" Always cherishing his people more than his own, the Little Demon King could not tolerate this brutality and struggled to his feet.

"You're ordering me around? Hmph, just because a few ignorant lackeys called you that, you think you're some kind of prince?" The young man swung his sword diagonally, the thin blade of energy grazing the little demon king's shoulder, leaving a deep, bone-deep wound. But he hadn't expected his opponent to be so stubborn. His body swayed violently from the impact, but he gritted his teeth and stood firm, refusing to fall.

"Aren't you skilled in swordsmanship? You even injured my father! Now, let me have a go at you." Lord Kui was right, there's only one Prince Mingye in this world, it's either me or you!

He was rightfully going to reclaim everything that was his, all the loneliness and grievances he had suffered for the past twelve years, he would settle accounts with Yaoxing today.

The little demon king had no choice but to draw his sword to meet the attack. He was covered in wounds, his Heavenly Soul Power almost depleted. And every strike from his opponent was imbued with vibrant spiritual energy, killing intent, and boundless hatred. Having blocked over a dozen attacks, his Cold Moon Blade emitted an ominous wail, cracks spreading across its blade.

"You thief, you stole my things, do you admit it?" The young prince, burning with an unnamed rage, wielded his sword with the agility of a dragon, a blinding flash of light. Conversely, his opponent was constantly on the defensive, desperately parrying, with no chance to retaliate. Yet, no matter how fiercely he attacked, he couldn't bring down the dying man.

The man was clearly exhausted, his eyes lifeless, like a blind man. But he seemed to see through all his moves, blocking each strike precisely and timely. No matter how sharp and cunning his swordsmanship, it was ultimately neutralized.

He couldn't defeat him! He couldn't defeat him! Why?!

"Are you a monster?" Wounded like this, still refusing to surrender? What sustained this man, making him so persistent?

"Why won't you fall? Why won't you die? You unwanted bastard! There's no place for you in our family, and the gods don't want you either. What are you doing clinging to life like this?" Activating his Heavenly Soul, disregarding whether the victory was unfair, the legitimate young prince poured all his abundant spiritual power into his sword. He had reached his limit and was determined to cut down his opponent in one strike.

"Clang!!" The two swords clashed—

one of them snapped in two.

The Cold Moon Blade…

his Cold Moon Blade!!! His

only companion who had stayed by his side for so long.

The little demon king fell to the ground, silently stroking the broken sword in his hand, fragments of the blade scattered around him. His sword…was broken…unrecoverable. His fingers traced the character "冥" (Ming) on the hilt, and Ming Ye thought: You must be tired too, always by my side all these years, you've worked hard… He lowered his head, gently kissed the hilt, and then buried the broken sword in the yellow sand.

"Hmph! That sword is just like you, a fake is a fake, utterly worthless!"

The person kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head, his eyes cold and bright: "I don't understand, why do you hate me so much? You still have plenty of time to live with your loving parents and brothers. But I have nothing left, even my memories are pitifully empty, isn't that enough?! Why do you still have to force me, breaking my sword? That was given to me by my parents..."

"Who are your parents?" The real prince was furious when he heard him address him like that, and vicious words burst out: "A bastard without parents! You'll have nowhere to be buried even when you die."

The little devil's heart was torn apart: "I'm not a bastard, I have parents! It's just that they passed away four years ago. If you keep talking nonsense, I won't forgive you!"

"Won't forgive me? What right do you have?!" Prince Mingye held his sword horizontally to his chest, taking a stance, intending to use the "Dancing Moon" move that "Brother Guiyi" had taught him to get rid of the eyesore in front of him. "Letting you die by this sword is already giving you face."

Enraged, the Little Demon King laughed coldly, too lazy to explain further. He quietly concealed one hand behind his back, and where no one was watching, ice condensed into a sharp finger guard—the sword resided in his heart. Even without a weapon, he was confident that he would take his opponent's life with him before he died!

"Die, Yaoxing!"

The two figures vanished simultaneously into the yellow sand, too fast to be caught—

"Mingye!!!"

In that instant, he heard a heart-wrenching cry, distant yet incredibly clear, as if from the heavens, or as if sent directly into his mind—it was Hengye's voice.

The Little Demon King suddenly snapped back to reality—no! He had already killed his cousin Lingmei, causing his brother to lose his beloved. How could he bear to take his brother's life today?

—Thinking this, the Little Demon King stopped. Just as he was about to activate his protective barrier, the Taiji Token absorbed his last bit of spiritual power. The jewels conjured by Zhan Fengque turned to dust in an instant, dissipating into the air.

The sword light, cool as water, seeped into his body, piercing him precisely through his heart—

before his warm heart could fully grasp the deadly, bone-chilling cold, the blade piercing his chest was mercilessly pulled out, the recoil sending him tumbling backward into a pile of rubble. "

Did you see that, brother? The real Prince Mingye is a brave and skilled warrior, with a straightforward personality, capable of both love and hate. You must be very pleased, right? Mom and Dad love him very much, and he has many friends, completely different from me. I think you'll like him too."

Death brought the peace he had always longed for—finally, it was all over…

He could sleep now, no longer afraid of waking up the next day to face those conspiracies and responsibilities.

Eternal sleep, how wonderful.

His shattered heart spasmed twice before ceasing to beat. His Heavenly Soul, split in two by a single sword strike, stubbornly attempted self-repair, but the regeneration of the crystals couldn't keep up with the rate of decay. The clear, pure white crystal, like a match burned to its end, hissed and released its most dazzling light before shattering and scattering, the fire and wind power within returning to nature.

Was it the evening breeze? Or someone's hand gently caressing his face? His soul felt a sense of ease and flew away with the breeze.

...

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

A noisy, hoarse voice rang incessantly in his ears. Was that Guiyi? When did your voice change end? It sounded awful.

"Your Highness! All the guests are here, except for you, the main character. Why are you still lying here? Come back to the venue with me."

Mingye suddenly opened his eyes, seeing blue skies and white clouds, bright sunlight shining on him, and birds chirping all around. Huh, that's strange. When did his eyesight and hearing recover? He could see colors and hear sounds again?

A warm breeze caressed his face, making him feel languid; it was truly a beautiful, sunny day. He nestled in the green grass, breathing in the fresh scent of grass, trees, and flowers, and took a long, restful nap. Stealing a half-day of leisure from a busy life, what more could one ask for?

But Guiyi pulled him back: "Come with me! Today is your big day; everyone's been working themselves to the bone. And you, instead, are hiding away to sleep in?"

A big day? Mingye was momentarily confused, but Guiyi pulled him up and they ran a few steps before he gradually remembered.

—Oh, right! Today really was the big day he had been looking forward to for so long.

The two ran to the venue—a lush green lawn on the top floor of Shuntian City, actually the garden outside his palace.

So many people had come; it was incredibly lively. Hundreds of beautifully decorated tables covered with pristine white tablecloths were neatly arranged on both sides of the venue, with a red-carpeted aisle in the middle, lined with guests who had come to witness the ceremony. The crowd surged, chatting and laughing, drowning out the music played by the band. Everyone clapped when they saw him, their faces beaming with blessings.

Mingye glanced around quickly; wow, almost everyone he knew was here. Elders, friends, demons, celestial beings, and guests who had traveled from afar from the mortal realm. They all looked at him and smiled, making him a little embarrassed.

"Why are you so late? Don't you know everyone's waiting?" A pretty flower girl greeted him, carrying a basket filled with colorful petals. She wore a pure white short dress, and her pretty face was flushed.

Mingye was taken aback: "Liujia?" His gaze fell on her ample bosom: "...What's going on? You, you're a woman?"

Liujia protested, her eyebrows raised, hands on her hips, she scolded: "Have you hit your head and gone mad? I'm your cousin, not a woman, am I a man or something?" As she spoke, she puffed out her proud 34D breasts, as if to prove that true gold fears no fire. "What's wrong with you today? First you were late, making the guests wait for ages, and now that you're here, you're saying some inexplicable things." Liujia gestured towards the steps leading up the red carpet, "Go on! Don't keep them waiting."

"Okay." Mingye stepped onto the red carpet, and several palace maids surrounded him to help him straighten his clothes.

Wedding music began, the crowd quieted down, and all eyes were on him.

Mingye, lifting his robes, ascended the steps with solemn and elegant steps—today was his wedding day; his wish had finally come true, and he was to marry the one he loved.

Several flower girls led the way, flowers raining down, carpeting the ground and adorning his path. Guests lined both sides, applauding and smiling in blessing. Looking around, he saw his parents, and his brother Hengye. The Fourth Prince and Lady Lanqin were also there, even His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor and his Crown Prince brother were present, and beside them stood Kui, reluctantly clapping along. Sigh, he was being stubborn again, but Kui's pouting lips were really cute.

Turning a corner, he saw her—

standing at the very front of the red carpet, wearing the seven-colored gauze dress they had first met, smiling warmly at him.

Tears welled up uncontrollably. He walked carefully towards her, step by step, toward his happiness.

A little boy, about six or seven years old, jumped in front of him, holding a snow-white veil.

"Thank you," Mingye said happily, taking the veil and gently draping it over the boy's head.

"I've always owed you a wedding, and today I'm finally making up for it. Look, everyone is blessing us." Mingye took the boy's hand, holding it tightly. "This time, we promised, we'll never be apart again, okay?"

The boy nodded, promising, "Okay, never apart again."

...

As dawn broke, the Dark Emperor awoke from his bed. Luo Yue, who had been watching over him, looked at him with a mixture of worry and delight: "Brother, you're finally awake!"

"Yes." Qianfan was in a good mood after a sweet dream. He reached out, turning the ring on his ring finger, and heard more good news from his younger brother. "The Taiji Order has been activated normally, and all the demonic soldiers who planned to invade the human world have withdrawn from overseas. Brother, we won this battle!"

Qianfan breathed a sigh of relief. "It's all thanks to the little prince. Please contact the Heavenly Palace for me. I need to meet with the Heavenly Emperor to discuss something." He would definitely persuade the Heavenly Emperor to bring the little prince to the human world to take care of him, so that his beautiful dream would no longer be just a dream.

The little prince was his, for all eternity, and he would never let go of him again.

At that time, he truly believed that his beautiful dream would eventually come true.

[The End]

Epilogue—

Being a star is indeed not easy. They work themselves to the bone, filming all night long. The real glamour on the surface masks the bitterness behind it all.

Cang Youjia rubbed his shoulders, slumped in the back seat of the RV, his face pale with exhaustion, too weak to even speak.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. "Miss, if your schedule is too packed, ask your agent to take on fewer jobs. Staying up late like this lately isn't good for a girl's health; your eyes are bloodshot."

She yawned lazily, and Miss Cang Youjia pouted. Everyone knew that. She hadn't been sleeping well lately, and her skin was in terrible shape, but she didn't want to be idle. Something very sad had happened at home recently, and her family was deeply grieving. Whenever she was quiet, she was overwhelmed by that heartache. She didn't want to be like this.

Suddenly, the car braked sharply, the tires screeching. Caught off guard, she slammed into the back of the front seat, almost breaking her nose. "What happened?" she asked the driver, tears welling in her eyes, craning her neck to see what was going on ahead. "Fans blocking the road again? It's early morning! They're so enthusiastic! Give them all a kiss! It's still chilly; fans have it tough..."

"No, Miss," the driver interrupted her, opening the door and getting out. "Stay in the car and don't get out."

By the morning light and the headlights, Cang Youjia could see clearly that there was someone lying on the road! Watching the driver turn the person over, she realized, "Hmm, it looks like a boy, very young, probably only fifteen or sixteen." The young lady was curious; how could a boy be lying on the road so early in the morning? Could it be a gangland feud? Having acted in so many dramas, she always felt that every chance encounter had a story behind it. She jumped out of the car.

"Is he dead? Should we call the police or an ambulance?"

The driver was startled by the sudden voice behind him. Actually, he also acted as the young lady's bodyguard and was quite skilled. And it was impossible for him not to notice the young lady, a woman, walking behind him. It was all because the boy lying in the middle of the road was so exquisitely handsome that he was momentarily mesmerized.

"Wow, oh oh oh oh..." When Cang Youjia finally saw the boy's face clearly, she couldn't help but cover her face and exclaim in surprise. "Is he really a boy? Let me confirm!"

"Miss!" The driver slapped away the young lady's inappropriate hand that was trying to touch his genitals. "You're a girl, and from a prominent family, can't you behave like a lady?" He gave the boy a quick full-body check. "No external injuries, he's probably unconscious. What should we do? Take him to the hospital? Or leave him on the side of the road to wake him up?"

"Let's take him home!" Cang Youjia made the decision without thinking. "Anyway, my second brother is a doctor, and this kid is prettier than a girl. It would be dangerous to leave him on the side of the road."

The driver thought to himself: It would be dangerous if he were in your hands.

"Don't worry." As if she could read his mind, the young lady patted his shoulder reassuringly: "This boy is several years younger than me. I don't have any attraction to little boys."

Half an hour later, the whole family surrounded the boy on the bed, examining him closely.

"It's rare to see someone so good-looking." The mother, who runs a modeling and brand clothing company, praised the boy's face. "His clothes are very luxurious, unlike those of an ordinary family."

"We don't even know his origins, and we just picked him up like this, isn't that a bit too..." This was the eldest brother, a steady and thoughtful man who was a captain in the army.

"Hmm, he has no illness or pain, he should wake up soon." The second brother, who was proficient in both Chinese and Western medicine, made a diagnosis.

Everyone turned to the head of the family. The father adjusted his titanium glasses on his handsome face, then awkwardly stroked his smooth chin. As if suddenly realizing everyone was waiting for him to speak, he said, "Why are you looking at me? It's not a question of whether I'm willing to let him stay, but whether this child himself is willing to stay. We can't detain him without cause; his family will worry."

Another silence fell.

Cang Youjia knew that everyone in the family was acting normally, but the pain in their hearts hadn't lessened in the slightest.

A while ago, their youngest brother, Cang Youya, had suddenly passed away from a heart attack; his sixteenth birthday was just a month away. The parents' grief was indescribable; they had always cherished their youngest son with his physical disability the most. Even her two older brothers and she were heartbroken, unable to sleep for days and nights. Whenever she closed her eyes, she would remember her brother's voice and smile, as if he could still sweetly call her "sister" at any moment.

And today, by sheer coincidence, she found this boy, about the same age as her younger brother. It all seemed like a divine arrangement. Perhaps her brother in heaven couldn't bear to see them so sad, so he sent an angel down to earth to keep his family company in his place.

The boy on the bed slowly woke up. The group of people gathered around quickly moved back to the bedside to avoid startling the newly awakened boy.

A ray of golden sunlight shone in through the window, making the boy's long black hair gleam with a beautiful purplish-gold luster. He opened his eyelids, his dark eyes clear and blank like a newborn baby's, and then he began to sob.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" the older brother, a doctor with a strong tendency to dote on his younger brother, asked first.

The older brother also went over, his resolute face revealing a determination to protect the young: "You fainted on the road, did you run into bad people? Don't be afraid, no one here will dare to bully you."

The mother chimed in: "Little boy, what's your name? Where do you live? You didn't come home all night last night, do you need to call your parents to let them know?"

The boy looked at the people surrounding him, somewhat timidly: "I, I can't remember anything..."

He only remembered that in his dream, someone seemed to gently kiss his forehead and say to him: You must be happy...

That person had bright silver hair, very dazzling, and when he smiled, he would reveal two cute little tiger teeth.

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