At the invitation of Demon Lord Xie Xuechen, the Immortal-Demon Alliance traveled to the Demon Realm’s Zhushen Palace to attend the first birthday celebration of their second child. After the banquet, the Sect Leader of Xuanxin brought back two unfamiliar faces: a vivacious young girl with twin buns and lively eyes, and a delicate, fairy-like child with phoenix eyes and handsome brows.
“Sect Leader, who are these two?” Everyone looked at the child’s face, which bore a striking seven or eight-tenths resemblance to that person. Could it be…?
Venerable Xuanxin smiled helplessly: “This is the Demon Queen’s adopted sister and the Demon Lord’s eldest son.”
The young girl smiled radiantly, like a blooming mountain flower: “Everyone can just call me Jiang Bao.”
The fairy child shyly lowered his head, clutching Jiang Bao’s sleeve and hiding behind her. He timidly revealed half of his small face and said in a low voice, “I… I’m called Hao Yi.”
The small face, so similar to Xie Xuechen’s, wore a shy and pitiful expression. His slightly rounded phoenix eyes were watery, melting everyone’s hearts. Involuntarily, they compared the child’s face to the Demon Lord’s cold and handsome visage, instantly finding this little one even more adorable.
Their fingers itched, wanting to pinch those cheeks…
Venerable Xuanxin sighed, “Cultivator Jiang, did the Demon Lord and Demon Queen know you brought the young prince out like this?”
Ah Bao grinned: “Big sister naturally knows. I left a note when I left.”
Venerable Xuanxin looked exasperated: “So, it’s asking for forgiveness rather than permission?”
Hao Yi said softly, “Father said I could go out with Aunt Ah Bao to broaden my horizons… staying with demons for too long makes people stupid.”
Ah Bao nodded vigorously: “We’ve come to the Immortal Alliance for further cultivation!”
Ever since the Demon Lord descended to the mortal realm a hundred years ago, the situation in the lower realm has changed dramatically from the past. Although Xie Xuechen destroyed the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, his presence kept the newly born demons of the Void Sea in check, not daring to encroach upon the human realm in the slightest. The relationship between the Immortal Alliance and the Demon Alliance had reached a delicate balance through gradual reconciliation.
Humans no longer feared or were hostile towards demons, while demons were attracted to human civilization, not only learning human cultivation techniques but also their etiquette and morals, using their dao hearts to restrain their bestial nature. The five sects of the Immortal Alliance and the thousand gates of the Demon Alliance often exchanged students, strengthening the integration and friendship between the two races. The effects were quite remarkable, giving birth to a large number of half-demons with noble parentage on both sides…
The earliest batch of half-demons all became disciples of Mu Xuanling, who personally taught them and opened their divine apertures. When the number of half-demons with divine apertures reached a certain level, a miraculous thing happened… All half-demons born thereafter naturally possessed divine apertures. Half-demons with divine apertures could practice both demon and human cultivation techniques, with aptitudes surpassing ordinary humans and demons. They received attention from various major sects and were strongly cultivated. Naturally, the concept of demon slaves no longer existed.
Venerable Xuanxin had repeatedly invited Xie Xuechen to come out of seclusion and take charge of the Immortal Alliance again, but Xie Xuechen always declined. Using his identity as the Demon Lord as an excuse, he said it was inappropriate for him to involve himself in the affairs of the human Immortal Alliance. He lived in seclusion, residing in Zhushen Palace year-round. The existence of Zhao Ming had been erased by Heaven’s Mandate. Although Xie Xuechen had recovered his memories due to the protection of the chaos energy, he couldn’t change others’ perceptions. So he let go of Zhao Ming’s past and started a new life as Demon Lord Xie Xuechen.
No one in the world knew that today’s demon race was once the glorious divine race. The divine race created fear to cultivate faith, and this so-called faith was heart demons – greed, anger, and delusion. One thought could make a god, one thought could make a demon. Ten thousand years ago, the divine race used the Book of Heaven’s Mandate to seal away Zhao Ming, the Son of Heaven’s Way, erasing his existence and denouncing him as a fallen god.
They never imagined that the price they would pay would be the entire divine race accompanying him in his fall, degrading into demons, suppressed in the Molten Abyss, and ultimately coming under the control of Demon Lord Zhao Ming. As long as human heart demons do not perish, demons will continue to be born endlessly in the Void Sea, but all demons must obey the Demon Lord without exception. And the Demon Lord must obey the Demon Queen – this, too, has no exception.
At this moment, chaos erupted in Zhushen Palace as the Demon Queen chased after the Demon Lord.
Mu Xuanling pounced on Xie Xuechen, her two hands clutching his collar, fuming: “It must have been you who encouraged Ah Bao to take Hao Yi and run away from home!”
Xie Xuechen’s lips curled in a helpless smile as he lay flat, allowing her to straddle him.
“Ling’er, Hao Yi has grown up. It’s time for him to go out and see the world,” he said, his slender fingers resting on her slender waist, massaging skillfully. His cool voice continued calmly, “The Demon Realm is full of brainless demon soldiers. They only know how to please Hao Yi. If he stays with them for too long, he’ll become silly all day long. It’s better to let him go to the Immortal Alliance to broaden his horizons. With Ah Bao accompanying him and Xuanxin watching over them, what are you worried about?”
Xie Xuechen’s massage made Mu Xuanling’s tense body unconsciously relax. She loosened her grip on his collar, but her eyes were still full of reluctance and worry. “But Hao Yi is still so young…”
Xie Xuechen chuckled softly, pulling her into his embrace: “He’s not that young. If he were human, he’d be old enough to be a father by now.”
Mu Xuanling glared at him: “But he’s not human!”
Although it had been thirty years since he hatched, Hao Yi still looked like a five or six-year-old child. No one had ever known if the Chaos Pearl could bear children. It wasn’t until she was pregnant with Hao Yi that Mu Xuanling realized the Chaos Pearl could not only reproduce but do so quite randomly.
She and Xie Xuechen had demon qi, demon qi, and human bloodlines, so they had no idea what kind of mixture would be born. Her first pregnancy lasted ten months, but what was born was a round pearl, about the size of a watermelon, white and misty, with its contents unclear. She hugged it every day, like a hen incubating an egg, talking to the little pearl daily.
After a year, it finally hatched. Wrapped in spiritual fluid was a plump white baby boy, with handsome brows and phoenix eyes, looking just like Xie Xuechen. He was born with ten apertures, demon sinews, and demon bones, with chaos as his qi. His cry was loud and clear, like the chirp of a young phoenix. Xie Xuechen named him Hao Yi.
Mu Xuanling thought that “Hao” meant the sun high in the sky, and “Yi” meant the beginning of all things.
It wasn’t until their second child was born that Xie Xuechen said, “Let’s call him Hao Er…”
She had overthought it!
Xie Xuechen said softly: “Hao Yi has grown up and can be independent. You can focus more attention on Hao Er… and on me.”
As he spoke, he quietly drew closer, his thin lips brushing against her fragrant cheek. His fingers skillfully untied the sash at her waist. Just as he was about to kiss those cherry lips, the person in his arms suddenly pushed him away and sat up.
“Oh yes, Hao Er should be waking up soon. I must go check on him!”
As soon as Mu Xuanling stood up, Xie Xuechen grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms. He pressed her soft body beneath him, burying his face in her neck to inhale her fragrance. His high nose bridge nuzzled against her cheek, and a trail of dense, delicate kisses spread from her earlobe, lingering between her collarbone and throat.
“Mmm…” The ticklish sensation made her squirm involuntarily. She panted lightly, “What are you doing?”
Xie Xuechen said in a husky voice: “Isn’t it obvious what I’m doing?”
The tables had turned. The one who had been straddling him earlier was now beneath him. Her peach blossom eyes, misty with desire, glared at him without much intimidation. Instead, it ignited the fire in his heart, making him want to tear off her thin, obstructing clothes and see her cry and say “no” with a red face and tears in her eyes.
“Ling’er, I’ve endured for two years…” Xie Xuechen’s lips enveloped her earlobe, his voice hoarse and low with restraint. “I’m not the Xie Xuechen of the past. A demon’s nature is to indulge and act willfully. It’s only for you that I restrain myself. But you only see the children and don’t know to pity me.” His fingertips pulled down her silk robe, revealing smooth, milky-white skin. His slightly rough fingertips caressed her sensitive skin, causing a slight tremor. “Were the words you said back then all lies to deceive me?”
A faint hint of grievance flashed in his phoenix eyes.
Mu Xuanling turned her head away, looking at the flush on his cheekbones and the surging emotions in his eyes. She couldn’t help but swallow, her heart beating fast and urgently. Even though she knew he was pretending to be aggrieved, she still couldn’t help but soften her heart, moved by his actions.
She leaned in to kiss his thin lips, her hands clinging to his neck. She licked his lips, only to have him capture her tongue. His palms pressed tightly against her back, as if he wanted to meld her into his embrace. The thin silk robe couldn’t withstand the Demon Lord’s tugging and tore into petals of fallen flowers, blown to the bottom of the bed. His kisses were scorching and domineering, bringing not only tingling sensations but also slight pain. She writhed her waist uncomfortably, letting out fragmented moans, but didn’t resist, allowing him to plant vibrant peach blossoms on her delicate skin.
“Xie… Xuechen…” Her voice was a mix of crying and panting, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as she looked down at him with a mix of shyness and anger. “Hurry…”
“Heh…” His hands cupped the backs of her knees, spreading her legs apart as he pushed in slowly and deliberately. She held her breath, her toes curling, her slender legs tensing tightly as tears slid from the corners of her eyes.
His wet tongue licked away the tears from the corners of her eyes. He embraced her back, holding her entire body in his arms. She was suddenly thrust deep inside, letting out a whimper as her rounded fingertips dug into the muscles of his back.
“How fast?” he asked in a low, laughing voice, his large hands roaming her back.
With the Demon Lord’s personality in control, he became indulgent and wicked, insatiable, always enjoying making her cry and beg for mercy. When he regained Xie Xuechen’s mindset, he would be much more restrained, and extremely gentle, speaking little in bed, with only low, suppressed breathing, making her want to tease him into losing control. But if he lost control, she would be the one crying again…
Mu Xuanling angrily punched his shoulder lightly, her voice soft and sweet: “Hao Er will wake up soon!”
“Don’t worry, someone’s watching him.” Demon Lord Xie Xuechen was at the height of his excitement and wouldn’t let the children ruin his good time. A dark smile flashed across his phoenix eyes. He had gone to great lengths to send away the troublesome people – Ah Bao had taken Hao Yi away, and someone was watching Hao Er. Now, with his heart demon firmly pressed beneath him, her face flushed with emotion and eyes misty with desire, she certainly couldn’t escape. He wouldn’t let her go for at least seven days and seven nights.
Mu Xuanling, held by her slender waist, her hands clinging to his neck, was like a small boat tossing up and down in a stormy sea. The surging passion clouded her reason, and she didn’t know how long he had tormented her. Not hearing the child’s cry for a long time, she simply gave in and sank into oblivion with him.
It wasn’t until seven days later that she hazily came to her senses – that bastard Demon Lord had set up a barrier in the room, blocking out all outside sounds!
Seeing her anger, Xie Xuechen feigned innocence, saying coolly, “The Demon Lord did it. What does it have to do with me, Xie Xuechen?”
Mu Xuanling choked, fuming, “Stop pretending to have amnesia. You’re still you!”
Xie Xuechen spread his hands helplessly, saying, “Then what do you want to do?”
A stream of chaotic energy transformed into a white silk ribbon, tightly binding his hands and tying him to the bed. His cold phoenix eyes looked up at the Demon Queen pressing down on him. Her soft little hand caressed his handsome face as she gritted her teeth, “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth…”
Xie Xuechen was slightly stunned, inwardly smiling – was there such a good thing?