At that moment, many reasons flashed through Jing Feirong’s mind, such as helping you eat the bugs on your face, my mouth suddenly having its own ideas, etc. but Chu Yanchuan just looked at him quietly and then said, “Your Highness the Fifth Prince, you are here.”
“Ah… yes.” Seeing that Chu Yanchuan didn’t seem to notice, Jing Feirong immediately sat up, lowered his head to grope out a candied fruit from the brocade bag, and asked, “Does Dijun want to eat it?”
Chu Yanchuan stared at the candied fruit for a long time and shook his head. He stood up, but suddenly stumbled and covered his shoulder with a frown. Jing Feirong quickly stood up and supported him, asking, “What’s wrong?”
Chu Yanchuan paused for a moment before saying, “There are demons haunting the Withered Swamp, and I got hurt accidentally during the fight.”
“Let me see.” Jing Feirong wanted to pull his collar.
“No need.” Chu Yanchuan held Jing Feirong’s wrist and looked at him. “It’s just a minor injury.”
There was a moment when Jing Feirong wanted to give up. After all, Chu Yanchuan was the ancient god, and his cultivation was far superior to his. No matter what, it was not his turn to care. But Jing Feirong always felt that Chu Yanchuan looked weak. It’s not that he is weak and listless, but that he is crumbling under his usual appearance. Occasionally, such meanings are revealed, making it difficult to delve into them.
But Jing Feirong is a curious little dragon with a strong desire for knowledge.
“I want to see it.” Jing Feirong said, and he presented very convincing evidence: “Even if Dijun won’t show it to me now, I will still see it when we get in bed.”
Chu Yanchuan didn’t expect him to be so stubborn all of a sudden. He was stunned for a while before saying, “That will be three days later.”
“Then I’m going to advance it.” Jing Feirong added, “Advance it to tonight.”
It was very childish and boring, but Chu Yanchuan didn’t even frown. After a moment of silence, he asked softly, “Does Your Highness the Fifth Prince like kissing?”
Jing Feirong was stunned, and then his face turned red.
“I just…” His eyes wandered, and he stuttered, “Dijun was asleep… I just-just took a look…”
Chu Yanchuan nodded, and then asked, “What does Your Highness want to do now?”
Jing Feirong couldn’t react at all, and asked blankly, “What?”
“Do what you want to do in advance.”
Chu Yanchuan’s expression was calm, his tone was normal, and his voice was gentle. In contrast, Jing Feirong was like a little chick that suddenly got lost, flapping its hadn’t fully grown wings, and was in panic. He blinked several times in confusion and said, “But just last night…”
“If Your Highness doesn’t want to, then just forget it. Let’s set off for the Northern Region.” Chu Yanchuan straightened his collar slightly and walked towards the seat.
He had only taken two steps when his wrist was grabbed. He turned around and saw Jing Feirong blushing and not looking at him. He raised his chin slightly and said something quite arrogant: “Then just-then let’s just do it.”
There was no candle lit in the dim bedroom, only a faint light coming in from outside the door.
Chu Yanchuan was held against the wall by Jing Feirong’s knees, his clothes were half-undressed and hanging messily on his wrists. The shadows are mottled, but they can’t hide the vague marks on the skin at all. Most of them were from Jing Feirong’s bites last night and had not yet disappeared. It’s easy to leave a mark on Chu Yanchuan’s body, and Jing Feirong was not careful when he was in bed. Especially the several fingerprints on his ankles, it was clear and distinct.
Jing Feirong was in good physical condition and didn’t mind holding Chu Yanchuan while standing, but Chu Yanchuan’s back was pressing against the cold and hard wall, and it was already a little painful.
He grabbed Jing Feirong’s shoulders, loosened his lips that he had bitten for a long time, painted a few times, and said, “Your Highness, go to bed.”
Jing Feirong still had Chu Yanchuan’s n*pple in his mouth. When he heard this, he frowned unhappily and vaguely said, “No, I won’t do it on the Lord of the Underworld’s bed.”
Chu Yanchuan couldn’t help but groan: “This is my room.”
Jing Feirong didn’t even want to suck the n*pple anymore and suddenly raised his head. His voice was hoarse and fierce: “You two live together?”
“Hiss.” Chu Yanchuan was so stimulated by the sudden and fierce thrusting from below that he gasped. His chest rose and fell for a long time before he answered, “I am the deputy general of the Underworld. It is not uncommon to have a bedroom here.”
Jing Feirong was stunned for a moment and said nothing. He just carried Chu Yanchuan to the bed, and his force was also reduced. After pumping slowly for a while, he whispered, “I didn’t know you were the deputy general.”
Chu Yanchuan’s only official position was that of the mountain god of Yunzi Mount. Jing Feirong knew very little about him and, indeed, did not know that he also held an official position in the underworld.
He thought to himself that it was really too good for the Lord of the Underworld. Such a noble Dijun was only a deputy general in the underworld. It was unfair.
“Dijun, does your back hurt?” He pressed against Chu Yanchuan’s nose and asked, “Did I use too much force just now?”
Chu Yanchuan was pressed into the soft quilt by him. He shook his head, hugged Jing Feirong’s neck, and said in a hoarse voice, “Your Highness the Fifth Prince, remember to shoot inside.”
Jing Feirong’s head buzzed with a bang, and without caring whether Dijun agreed or not, he bit on his lips hard.
“Much better.” Jing Feirong lit a candle and licked the wound on Chu Yanchuan’s collarbone again and again. Seeing that the wound gradually healed, he raised his head, looked at Chu Yanchuan with bright eyes, and asked, “Does it still hurt?”
Chu Yanchuan touched his collarbone, looking a little dazed. His long hair covered the bed, his eyes were red, and his lips were swollen from being bitten by Jing Feirong. He opened his eyes and said, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Your Highness, we can leave for the Northern Region now.”
The two people stood up and put on their clothes. Jing Feirong was originally worried that Chu Yanchuan would be exhausted, but when they got outside of the palace, Chu Yanchuan looked very lively under the bright light, even his eyes seemed to be glowing. It made people unable to take their eyes away.
“Is the Northern Region extremely unstable? My father never let me set foot in it before. Perhaps he thought I was not capable enough. After all, the Withered Swamp Realm is an important place.”
Chu Yanchuan looked ahead and shook his head. “It’s not Your Highness the Fifth Prince’s problem.”
Jing Feirong frowned. “The Lord of the Underworld went to the morning court today and then asked me to come to the Northern Region, saying that it was my father’s order. I can’t figure it out.”
“A vicious demon crashed into the barrier this morning.” Chu Yanchuan answered the question irrelevantly.
“So that’s why Dijun was injured?” Jing Feirong turned to look at Chu Yanchuan, then quickly turned away. “Ah… then the vicious demons in the Northern Region must be more difficult to deal with than those in the Southern Region.”
When Jing Feirong arrived at the border of the Withered Swamp, he looked up and saw the demon seal in the center. It was like a scarlet flame enveloping a vague human figure, reflected in his dark eyes. Jing Feirong suddenly felt an indescribable strangeness in his heart. It spreads from his chest, filling his limbs with blood vessels—
Suddenly, it felt like a blunt knife had pierced through his body. Jing Feirong subconsciously pressed his chest and looked down. There was nothing unusual, only unspeakable fear and pain in his heart that spread to his head.
Suddenly, a slightly cool hand touched the back of his neck, and a cool spiritual energy seeped in, removing the chaotic pain like a thread. Jing Feirong slowly opened his eyes, frowned, and panted slightly. Chu Yanchuan stroked his neck again and said, “The Northern Region is not like the Southern Region, especially near the Withered Swamp Realm. The demonic energy is thick, and evil spirits are everywhere. It’s inevitable that you won’t be used to it when you come here for the first time.”
But Jing Feirong felt that it was more than that. Even if it was a demon, as a celestial dragon, he had strong spiritual energy to fight against it. He had encountered countless vicious demons in the Southern Region and had been armed with weapons for hundreds of years. Even when he broke his arm and was trapped in the evil array, he was never so frightened. Moreover, the Demon Seal in the Withered Swamp Realm had suppressed the vicious demons for nearly ten thousand years, and the power was unlimited. The surroundings should not be like this.
Suddenly, there was a small sound beside his ear, and a few strands of hair were blown slightly by the dark wind from an unknown source. Jing Feirong narrowed his eyes, and his fingertips under his sleeves moved imperceptibly. Just as he was about to make a move, Chu Yanchuan was already one step faster than him. He raised his hand swiftly and grabbed it hard.
In front of the empty space, a black shadow suddenly turned from virtual to real, accompanied by a sharp wail. The demon whose neck was strangled by Chu Yanchuan quickly split, dissipated, and finally turned into a cluster of green flames. Chu Yanchuan flipped his palm and crushed it completely.
It’s not just this one. Jing Feirong concentrated and remained silent for a moment. He mobilized the spiritual shuttle to patrol a circle and found that the surroundings were already full of evil spirits. It seemed that this was premeditated, or—this was what Chu Yanchuan and others had to face every day in the Northern Region.
There were a few rustling sounds, and a demon suddenly appeared from more than ten feet away, rolling up dust and heading straight for his face. Chu Yanchuan frowned slightly and was about to fight, but his eyes were suddenly covered by a hand. The palm was warm, forcing him to close his dry eyes irresistibly.
“Dijun was injured this morning.” Jing Feirong’s clear and clean voice came to his ears with a kind of calmness. He said, “It’s time to have a good rest now.”
Without waiting for Chu Yanchuan to speak, Jing Feirong raised his other hand. He raised his palm upwards and lightly hooked his fingertips. A sharp sword sound suddenly rang out in the distant sky, and a silver-white sword light pierced through the dark clouds, carrying a sharp, cold wind through the air. Jing Feirong raised his hand and grasped it. The pure black holy sword was instantly in his hand. The holy sword was spiritual, and it slipped an inch out of its sheath on its own. The cold light on the blade instantly illuminated his eyes.
When Chu Yanchuan opened his eyes again, Jing Feirong was already holding a sword in one hand and flying up. Spiritual energy was emanating from his body, flashing a dim blue light in the dark sky of the Demon Realm.
The wind and clouds were surging. Chu Yanchuan stood in place and raised his head slightly, looking at the young deity, who was fighting fiercely. His beautiful eyes were as calm as mountain snow, and only when one looked closely could one catch a few slight ripples.
The six realms have been fighting for tens of thousands of years, and this seems to be the first time that someone has stopped and made him stay behind them. Unfortunately, some people are born to be at the forefront, and even if they take a hundred steps back, they will still have to bear the same amount of consequences.
T/N: I’m gonna update one chapter per day from now on
