The moment those words left his mouth, Feng Qingyun froze as if struck by lightning. A thousand emotions surged up in his chest all at once, so fierce they felt as though they could grind his organs into dust. Because I was a God born for you. Turns out, of all the lies Long Yin… Continue reading

Under the morning sun, the light draped everything in a soft gold veil. Feng Qingyun himself did not know whether in the heart demon realm, or in Long Yin’s eyes, just how beautiful he looked in that moment. The man froze for a heartbeat. Then, suddenly, he grabbed Feng Qingyun’s outstretched hand and yanked him… Continue reading

T.N: This chapter contains brief mentions of dismemberment and body horror. For all his centuries of cultivation, Feng Qingyun had never imagined something like that could happen to him. Tears streamed down his cheeks, pitiful beyond words. The assault of so many sensations at once left him wishing he could simply faint, but he couldn’t.… Continue reading

Not a whisper, not a breath. Everyone had been stunned by that single “Your Highness.” Only Feng Qingyun’s brow furrowed ever so slightly as he lifted his gaze toward the attendant from the Underworld. The reason was simple: with those few words, his disguise had been completely and utterly shattered. And once his identity was revealed,… Continue reading

When Long Yin heard that voice, he suddenly laughed. But Feng Qingyun frowned, clearly displeased. He grabbed him by the neck and asked coldly, “What are you laughing at?” “Of course, I’m laughing because our Little Rose is adorable. You were clearly thinking about devouring me, scales and all…” Long Yin leaned close to Feng… Continue reading

Feng Qingyun’s eyes widened. Understanding the unspoken meaning in Long Yin’s gaze, every hair on his body stood on end, a shiver racing up his spine like static. But after dropping that threat, Long Yin said nothing more. He simply smiled, watching the man in his arms. Tears hung on Feng Qingyun’s lashes. In the… Continue reading

Feng Qingyun froze in Long Yin’s arms, clutching the egg in his hands. His mind flickered with a dozen possible images, each more shocking than the last, until he was left completely numb with horror at what might have happened. Where the egg had come out from was certainly one problem. But the bigger problem was… how had he… Continue reading

Feng Qingyun spoke calmly, took the three bottles of Mengpo Soup, and turned to leave, leaving the demonic cultivator standing there in a daze. The tiger-demon never could have imagined that such a breathtaking beauty already had a Dao companion, and from that tone of voice, it even seemed that the companion was a man.… Continue reading

Faced with such an outright threat, Long Yin lowered his gaze to meet Feng Qingyun’s for a moment. Then, suddenly, he bent down, closing the distance between them. He pressed his nose against Feng Qingyun’s, voice low and laughing softly: “I’ve never been much of a gentleman… may I ask, Little Palace Master, when you… Continue reading

In that matter, Feng Qingyun had no experience at all. Foolishly, he believed Long Yin’s coaxing, and with his heart heavy with grief, he whispered the cruel truth. But the moment the words left his lips, the dragon’s tail, which had suddenly coiled at his waist, tightened. Scales scraped against his clothing, the same robe… Continue reading