Shrouded Sky

Chapter 271 - Ate A Swan By Accident

In the palace, bright and dazzling, fairies danced, white robes fluttered, as if in the palace of the Moon Goddess, everyone drinking and chatting.

Behind the white jade tables sat the young and strong members of the Demon Race, they raised their cups and drank. Ye Fan and Tu Fei also frequently clinked cups, enjoying the atmosphere.

“The Jade Pool Festival is about to begin, I wonder who among us will go?” someone asked.

“Her Highness the Princess and Qingyi will both be going, in total there will be six or seven people.”

“The geniuses of the Northern Region’s Demon Race are many, not limited to our particle world, by then there will definitely be many.”

“Even the Young Goldwing Leviathan Monarch from the central region of Eastern Wilderness has come, one can imagine how lively this Jade Pool Festival will be.”

“Speaking of which, the Young Goldwing Leviathan Monarch is clearly coming for the two divine bodies and the Radiant Light Saint, I wonder what kind of earth-shattering battle it will be.”

After this topic came up, everyone inevitably looked at Ye Fan. Being able to defeat the prodigious Young Goldwing Leviathan Monarch of the same realm, the Primeval Desolate Sacred Physique shocked people.

“The Young Goldwing Leviathan Monarch can probably suppress divine bodies, maybe not on par with an emperor in his youth, but close enough. Is the Sacred Physique really so terrifying?” Many showed odd expressions.

“According to ancient texts, only those who have hope of becoming emperors can suppress the Primeval Desolate Sacred Physique at the same realm.”

The demon girl Jin Yan sneered: “Unfortunately, the Primeval Desolate Sacred Physique can only stop at the Dao Palace Realm.”

On this topic, people did not discuss further. Most knew that no matter how powerful the constitution, if trapped in a certain secret realm unable to move forward, it could only be considered a wasted body.

Jin Yan continued: “Actually, the most powerful innate divine technique of the Young Goldwing Leviathan Monarch can only be used after the Four Pillars Realm. Last time’s defeat was really unfair.”

“That’s true, the Leviathan God Race becomes even more terrifying later. ‘Dragon-Slaying Art overwhelms all’, wasn’t there such a saying in the past?”

“There really was such a rumor. The supreme Leviathan God Dragon-Slaying Art was said to be able to kill true dragons. When it’s displayed, all other techniques pale. If it were in the Four Pillars Realm, the Young Goldwing Leviathan Monarch should be able to contend with the Primeval Desolate Sacred Physique.”

Ye Fan and Tu Fei clinked cups beside them. He had no reaction to such words. As long as he hadn’t entered the Four Pillars Realm, he couldn’t shake off the title of wasted body.

“Damn these feathery fuckers!” Tu Fei cursed in a low voice. “I really want to see what kind of combat power you’ll have once you enter the Four Pillars Realm.”

“Can you provide me with five million kilos of source?” Ye Fan picked food without being affected, enjoying the dishes.

“So much source… unless we rob a sacred ground, or enter the Primordial Mine.” Tu Fei shook his head. “I really hope you can enter the Four Pillars Realm and suppress those holy sons and daughters.”

“The saintesses should stay, so I can build a huge harem!” Ye Fan laughed.

“Hard to believe you can still laugh.” Tu Fei shook his wine pot. “But really, being unable to cultivate may be a kind of fortune, otherwise certain Sacred Grounds might have already killed you.”

“Does it make a difference now? The Ji Clan hunts me everywhere.”

“What do you plan to do next?”

Ye Fan smiled. “I still have some confidence in source techniques. After some time, I plan to go to the Celestial City to gamble on stones, visiting the gambling houses of all the Sacred Grounds.”

The big black dog was already drunk, its eyes hazy. It squinted at him, tongue heavy. “At a glance you’re a calamity. By then win a saintess as a pet for this emperor…”

“Get the hell out of here!”

“Woof!”

A bark startled everyone nearby, then the black dog thudded to the ground drunk.

At this gathering of young Demon Race elites in the particle world, all kinds of topics were discussed. At this time Bai Feng stood up: “This time I went out with Jin Yu and Ku Zhu and discovered a ruin, dug out some ancient relics. We can’t tell their origin, I want your opinions.”

He clapped, and several little demons carried in a big iron chest, extremely heavy, cracking the jade tiles on the ground.

The chest was opened, a rotten stench wafted out. Dozens of bronze artifacts lay inside, all broken and decayed.

There were shattered bronze bells, tattered gourds, rusted bronze cauldrons… a heap of artifacts, all damaged, not a single complete one, completely unusable.

Everyone gathered, held them in their hands, and discussed.

“Could this be the treasury of some minor sect of ancient times? Pity it’s all ruined.”

“Something’s not right, these artifacts are very heavy, the remaining Dao Runes complicated and mysterious, they might have some origin.”

“Could it be relics of some ancient sect?”

Yan Ruyu and Qingyi also came forward, examining the artifacts, but couldn’t reach any conclusion.

Ye Fan woke up the Black Emperor and squeezed forward to look.

The black dog immediately became agitated, and Ye Fan also noticed, two or three artifacts bore ghost face marks, the same as the one on the bronze pot earlier in the day.

Those present noticed the ghost face marks too, but had never heard of them, and couldn’t deduce anything.

“Where were these things dug up?” Qingyi asked.

“In Cloud Marsh Prefecture.” Bai Feng answered.

“As expected…” the black dog took a deep breath, its nose faintly glowing, then silently retreated.

Ye Fan was speechless. That nose was too sharp, and this dog had become a spirit. Knowing they were dug from Cloud Marsh Prefecture, in the future it could directly track the place.

Bai Feng asked Ye Fan, but of course he couldn’t say anything. In the end, no one knew their origin, no valuable information could be obtained, and the chest was carried away.

The palace, with carved beams and painted rafters, glittering with gold, filled with young demon cultivators. Everyone drank and celebrated, extremely lively.

A group of beautiful girls danced in the center, real enchantresses, each one seductive, every smile captivating.

Each girl had a devilish figure, their curvy snow-white bodies faintly visible in gauzy skirts, swan-like necks, black hair, a strong black and white contrast. Their jade faces tender, every gesture alluring.

Tu Fei lifted his cup and drank. “What use is cultivation? In the end it’s just a pile of yellow earth. Never seen anyone ascend to true immortality. Better to indulge in worldly pleasures.”

“If you didn’t cultivate, would you even have the qualifications to sit here?” Ye Fan poured himself a drink.

His goal was survival, then to cross the void back to the other side of the stars. Now it seemed the road was long.

The black dog squinted, looking profound. “You don’t understand the true meaning of cultivation.”

“We don’t, but do you?” Tu Fei shot it a look. Ever since being bitten, he had disliked the black dog.

“Throughout the ages, millions have cultivated, but only three or five attained the Grand Dao. For me, this is a road of hope, and I am on it.”

Tu Fei sneered: “Even if you attain the Grand Dao, become a sage of old, live a few thousand years more, in the end you’re still dust. The master of this particle world is the best example.”

“He? That’s no attaining the Grand Dao.” The black dog chewed on a roasted lamb leg, words muffled.

“Your standards are high. You mean the ancient emperors?” Ye Fan asked.

“Of course.” The black dog said proudly.

“From ancient times till now, how many such people were there?” Tu Fei poured another cup, downed it. “Infinite Void, Eternal Universe, Western Emperor, even though they attained the Grand Dao, extended their lifespans, in the end they still returned to dust.”

The black dog wanted to say more but didn’t, falling into thought.

Nearby, a young man sat cross-legged behind a jade table, face pale, dressed in golden Dao robes shining brilliantly. He sighed: “The ancient emperors, impossible to look up to. Even Sacred Lords can only lower their heads in powerlessness, feeling as small as ants.”

Qin Yao sat not far, smiling: “Brother Jin Yu, did you forget? Our Princess Yan is a descendant of the Demon Emperor, surely she knows something of emperors.”

The golden-robed Jin Yu smiled gently, raising his cup to Qin Yao.

At this moment, others were also drawn to the topic.

White-robed like snow, Bai Feng addressed Yan Ruyu in the center: “Princess, could you tell us some tales of emperors? What realm did they truly reach?”

Yan Ruyu lived up to her name, like warm jade, peerless grace, flawless. Her teeth like crystals, red lips opening: “After my ancestor became emperor, no one could even glimpse his realm, not even guess. Even those closest to him didn’t know how strong he was.”

Everyone gasped. Even his close ones couldn’t fathom, let alone others. The ancient emperor was like an unsurpassable monument.

The Demon Emperor was the last emperor of the Eastern Wilderness, closest in time, yet still unknowable. Those before the Desolate Era were even further beyond reach.

Jin Yu asked: “How powerful was the emperor in his youth?”

“Too long ago. My ancestor has been gone for ten thousand years. Many things are blurred.” Yan Ruyu’s black hair gleamed, her skin snow-white and soft. She thought a moment. “He was a prodigy, after birth he defeated all peers, within a few years he created supreme divine techniques.”

A young man in green robes, named Ku Zhu, said: “I heard the emperor was so gifted, he took theories from old texts and turned them into real techniques. Is that true?”

Yan Ruyu smiled and nodded. “Yes, the first half of the Demon Emperor Sutra was created that way.”

“Pity, time is ruthless, everything flows away, heroes washed away.” One demon said drunkenly.

“No matter what, the Azure Lotus Emperor was among the strongest few of all time, only three or five could compare.” Another said.

The topic of emperors brought endless yearning, everyone talked.

Ku Zhu asked again: “Many ancient texts mention that ten thousand years ago the emperor wished to build the Demon Race’s Celestial Court. True or false?”

Jin Yu nodded. “Indeed, many records both in human and demon history mention this.”

“Pity it never came to pass.” Yan Ruyu shook her head.

The Black Emperor muttered: “Damn, that Demon Emperor was really terrifying!”

“The Demon Court…” Ye Fan had heard a little before, but hearing it now still shocked him.

The feast lasted till late at night before dispersing. Many were drunk, even the demon girl Jin Yan drunkenly danced in disarray.

Several drunk demons staggered, plotting to eat black dog meat. The drunken black dog cursed and ran off.

Bai Feng, Jin Yu, Ku Zhu staggered to support Qin Yao, but she laughed and pushed them away.

Tu Fei, with a demon girl’s help, came to Yan Ruyu and Qingyi. “Ladies… we bid farewell, we’ll leave tomorrow.”

Actually the plan was the day after tomorrow, but Tu Fei also felt staying longer was dangerous for Ye Fan, so they left early.

Ye Fan also bowed. “Sorry for the trouble this time…”

Eventually, the crowd dispersed very late.

At night, in the pine forest, streams flowed, adding life to the mountain.

Tu Fei hadn’t returned, gone off with that demon girl. The black dog was nowhere to be found. The palace on the peak was very quiet.

“You came suddenly, and leave suddenly too. Did you do something bad?” At this moment, Qin Yao swayed in, her figure graceful, slightly drunk.

Her body fiery, like a beautiful snake, long and slim, hips full, waist thin, jade arms half bare, hair messy, eyes watery.

“Why would you think that? No such thing. I’m leaving because some demons want my Motherly Energy source root.” Ye Fan, also slightly drunk, answered.

“Don’t cover up. Definitely something’s wrong.” Qin Yao’s body swayed like willow in the wind, soft, smiling. “The princess suspects you came for Pang Bo. Now you’re leaving, you must have done something bad. She already went to the Ageless Chamber, told me to watch you. You can’t run, little brat!”

Ye Fan was shocked, half sobered. Yan Ruyu was sharp indeed. If not for Pang Bo still in the Ageless Chamber, he’d really be in danger.

Soon he relaxed. He trusted Pang Bo wouldn’t slip up. Yan Ruyu, no matter how keen, couldn’t detect anything.

“So you’re my guard? Alone man and woman, late night, this is dangerous.” Ye Fan joked drunkenly.

Qin Yao laughed charmingly. “You’re a prisoner now, don’t think of tricks. If you really went to the Ageless Chamber, you might lose your life.”

Ye Fan’s heart trembled. Luckily no flaws were left, otherwise this would be troublesome.

“Miss Qin, is this how you guard a prisoner? This is seduction, making me commit crimes…” Ye Fan relaxed, speaking carelessly.

“Little brat, what do you know? Even if you’re a Primeval Desolate Sacred Physique in Dao Palace Second Stage, you can’t escape my palm. You can’t run.” Qin Yao rolled her eyes.

“If I escape, would you really kill me?”

“Of course.”

“We’re old lovers, you’d be so cruel?” Ye Fan laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t believe it.”

Qin Yao’s curves rose and fell under her gauzy dress, alluring.

She smiled enchantingly, pinched Ye Fan’s cheek. “If you dare escape, I’ll dare kill. Try it if you don’t believe.”

“Miss Qin, you’re teasing me. If something happens, consequences are yours.” Ye Fan brushed her hand aside, lifting her jade chin.

Qin Yao’s breath warm, lips moist and red, leaned close. “You… can’t.”

The heat on Ye Fan’s face rose. He drunkenly laughed. “If I can’t… who can?”

Qin Yao giggled, one hand on his shoulder, soft body almost leaning on him, the other tracing his chest, teasing: “Little brat, you’re too small.”

She pinched his cheek, laughing. “Skin is tender indeed, just like a child.”

Ye Fan unceremoniously pinched her jade face. “Playing with fire, I’m a hot-blooded man…”

Qin Yao’s breath fragrant, eyes hazy, smiling sweetly. “I said you’re small, so you’re small. Don’t change the subject, don’t think of escape.”

“If something happened in the Ageless Chamber, you’d really kill me?” Ye Fan was uneasy.

“So you really went there?!” Qin Yao’s eyes sharp, staring, power gathering in her palm on his chest.

“Come on, I’m just a minor Dao Palace cultivator, how could I enter such a place? Surely you set strong restrictions there.”

“That’s good. Be obedient.” Qin Yao smiled again, her lashes long, gaze misty, black hair flowing, skin snowy white, fragrant.

“Miss, don’t lean so close, I might accidentally eat you. Then you’ll come kill me, troublesome.” Ye Fan teased, lifting her chin.

“You think you can eat me…” Qin Yao laughed, body swaying in the gauzy dress, very tempting.

Ye Fan smiled. “In that case, I have nothing to fear, might as well kill.”

“You brat, daring to tease me…” Qin Yao struggled, then stroked his cheek. “It’s more like I tease you.”

She boldly kissed his face, then laughed, retreating, waving her finger. “Don’t think of escape, wait for the princess. Otherwise I’ll kill you.”

“I won’t run.” Ye Fan came from the other side of the stars, not conservative in thought. Being teased by Qin Yao, he wouldn’t be unmoved.

He wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her close, pressing lips to her delicate face.

Qin Yao giggled, her bare arm sliding past his ear, down his neck, fragrant. “It’s me teasing you, not you teasing me.”

Hearing this, Ye Fan stopped being polite, kissing her red lips.

“Mm…”

Qin Yao’s soft body twisted like a water snake, but Ye Fan’s arms were iron. As a Primeval Desolate Sacred Physique, how strong was he? She couldn’t escape.

From fierce struggle to her softening, Qin Yao stopped resisting, responded passionately, hair messy, skin glowing, pink as jade.

The two fell onto the sandalwood bed, clothes flying, breaths rapid.

“Little brat, get up now or don’t blame me.” Qin Yao struggled again, threatening.

“Come on, if you kick me off now, it’s like killing me. My blood will burn dry.”

“Get up.” Qin Yao’s body twisted like a snake, pushing him.

“If I left now, later you’d say I’m worse than a beast.” Ye Fan hugged her slender waist, smooth to the touch.

“Get up!”

“No!”

“Get up!”

“No!”

…

In this battle of words and bodies, clothes slowly fell piece by piece, breaths grew heavier.

Ye Fan helplessly found Qin Yao on top, pressing him.

“Miss Qin, seems it’s reversed.” He flipped over gently, taking the lead, pressing Qin Yao beneath him.