(NSFW Warning: The final part of this chapter contains explicit content!)
Word Count: 2,918 Words
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"My name is Ye Guyi, Holy Angel. Thank you for saving me, Seraphim."
Ye Guyi placed her hand over her heart and bowed deeply to Ling Bai. This gesture carried both the Holy Angel's natural reverence for the Seraphim and her personal recognition and gratitude toward him.
Ling Bai gazed at the sacred countenance so close to his own and discovered their features bore a striking resemblance.
When the Angel Sword and Bibi Dong had chosen him years ago, his original bloodline had been replaced by the dual divine blood of the Angel and Rakshasa Gods. This transformation had ultimately made his appearance seventy percent similar to the last Angel God, Qian Renxue.
Ye Guyi's ancestors had likewise received Qian Renxue's blessing. After ten thousand years of change, reproduction, and bloodline mingling, the fact that Ye Guyi could still inherit her ancestral grace demonstrated the extraordinary power of angelic blood.
After her bow, Ye Guyi seemed to notice this similarity as well. Her clear golden eyes lingered on Ling Bai's face with barely concealed joy dancing in their depths.
"You think we look alike?" Ling Bai took the initiative to speak.
Ye Guyi nodded with a smile. "Angel blood flows through both our veins, though yours is obviously far stronger than mine. A thousand years ago, perhaps ten thousand, we likely shared the same ancestor."
"Tracing back to the source, our ancestor was the Angel God herself."
Ling Bai slowly extended one finger. Dazzling golden holy fire danced at his fingertip before transforming into countless benevolent angels who descended to free the innocent civilians from the altar.
The holy fire containing three ultimate attributes radiated an irresistible allure. Ye Guyi instinctively raised her hand, yearning to grasp that ray of light. Ling Bai smiled as the angelic holy fire streaked like a golden meteor into her palm.
Ye Guyi cupped the sacred flame with the reverent care one would show a priceless, fragile treasure. She murmured, "So warm... Is this the power of the Seraphim..."
Angelic holy fire could burn away all evil and darkness in the world, yet it remained exceptionally gentle toward the Holy Angel. Warmth spread through Ye Guyi's entire being as she experienced unprecedented comfort and happiness in the Seraphim's presence.
"I've heard of you, Seraphim Ling Bai."
Ye Guyi said. "At the last Continental Tournament, you led Shrek Academy to defeat the Sun Moon Empire and claim the championship. The Seraphim's reappearance after ten thousand years has caused tremendous stir across the entire Douluo Continent."
"Fame is a double-edged sword. Some people hate me to the bone, dreaming of flaying me alive even in their sleep."
"Others see you as their salvation."
Ye Guyi met Ling Bai's gaze boldly. "Evil flourishes now, with Evil Spirit Masters colluding with the imperial family. My strength alone falls far short.
I believe the Angel God still watches over this continent from above. She would never allow evil to plague humanity. We shall restore angelic glory and return clear skies to the Douluo Continent!"
Ye Guyi's gaze burned with such fervor, as if beholding her deity. Ling Bai met her intensity with equal brilliance:
"You and I both inherit from the Angel God. The light we revere shall ignite the entire world."
"I will execute the Angel God's will with my life!"
Ye Guyi answered resolutely. In her mind, the Seraphim represented the Angel God's most powerful descendant. Ling Bai's promise was the Angel God's own determination.
As the Holy Angel—a subordinate to the Seraphim—she would become the very edge of the Angel Sword that shattered all evil. She would execute the Angel God's justice, willing to die a thousand deaths without regret!
"Guyi, do you have any family?"
Ling Bai's voice turned serious. He needed to take her with him, but the timeline had changed, and he wanted to be certain. If she still had living relatives, he would protect them as well.
Ye Guyi felt no aversion to such an intimate form of address; rather, it felt entirely natural. She shook her head. "My family were all killed by Evil Spirit Masters. I have nowhere to call home. I can only wander, relying on my Holy Angel's innate sense for Evil Spirit Masters to deliver heaven's justice."
"I apologize, that was insensitive. However, I have some influence in Mingdu, enough to ensure you never have to drift from place to place again. Are you willing to come with me?"
"I am."
Ye Guyi agreed without hesitation. "From the instant we met, you became my most important family!"
As fellow angel descendants, she felt innate closeness and trust toward Ling Bai. The memories embedded in her bloodline told her the Seraphim and Holy Angel were meant to be this way. They were each other's closest kin, allowing no outsider to come between them.
Beyond that, a scene had quietly imprinted itself upon her heart: just as the Holy Angel was about to sacrifice herself for justice, the Seraphim had descended in a blaze of light. The brilliance of that moment had illuminated her entire soul.
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Flying from Corona City to Mingdu would have taken Ling Bai only three hours, but to accommodate Ye Guyi's Spirit King flight speed, they spent a full day, arriving in Mingdu the following night.
The 'influence' Ling Bai spoke of was naturally Linglong Pavilion. When Ye Guyi saw the nine-story building shimmering with iridescent light, her eyes widened in astonishment. Linglong Pavilion had established many branches throughout the Sun Moon Empire, selling and purchasing Spirit Guidance Devices and enjoying considerable fame.
She stared at Ling Bai in shock. We're both descendants of angels; how can the gap between us be this vast?!
Ye Guyi's thoughts were written plainly across her face. Ling Bai explained, "An elder in my family established it. She's a very nice person."
The words had barely left his mouth when Ling Bai froze. Wait, did I just accidentally tell a blatant lie?
They went straight to Linglong Pavilion's ninth floor. Ning Fengyu lounged with her fair legs crossed, humming contentedly while eating fruit. Wu Feng sat nearby with arms folded like a sulking child while the Dragonwoman stood dutifully behind them as attendant.
"Aunt Yu, I'm back."
"Mm-hmm."
Ning Fengyu acknowledged with a nasal hum, her teal-green eyes settling on Ye Guyi with teasing interest. "Such a beautiful young lady. Won't Xiao Bai introduce us?"
Ling Bai completely ignored Ning Fengyu's deliberate prodding, but Ye Guyi instinctively straightened her spine like bamboo. Though Ning Fengyu appeared young and perhaps unreliable, she was still Ling Bai's elder. Fearing she might leave a poor impression, Ye Guyi stepped forward with a junior's greeting:
"Hello, Aunt Yu. I'm Ye Guyi, angel descendant and Holy Angel. Please call me Guyi."
Ning Fengyu half-turned, her voice carrying meaningfully, "Angel descendants are rare in this world, and the Holy Angel bloodline is closest to the Seraphim. Guyi and Xiao Bai seem quite fated..."
A blush tinged Ye Guyi's pure face, but she remained composed and gracious. "To be honest, Aunt Yu, angels share a natural closeness. Ling Bai and I connected instantly. I'm certain we'll become the best of partners."
On the nearby sofa, Wu Feng's snow-white throat bobbed slightly. Her scarlet blade-like pupils began trembling involuntarily.
"That would be wonderful."
Ning Fengyu smiled meaningfully. "You've had a long journey, so rest early tonight. Xiao Bai, Xiao Feng, you should also stay at Linglong Pavilion and return to the academy tomorrow.
Dragonwoman, accompany them to the eighth floor and help Guyi settle in."
"Yes, Pavilion Master."
Linglong Pavilion was a tower-like structure. Only Ning Fengyu's private quarters occupied the ninth floor, so Ling Bai, Ning Tian, and Wu Feng always stayed on the eighth when they visited.
It was late, and there was no need for Ling Bai to return to his single dormitory at the Sun Moon Imperial Academy. Linglong Pavilion was far more comfortable, and he could use the morning to build rapport with Ye Guyi. Soon, he would need to take her to Jialing City to meet Bibi Dong.
Whether by intention or coincidence, the Dragonwoman arranged Ye Guyi's room on the opposite side of the hall from Ling Bai's. After settling Ye Guyi in, she made her way back and knocked softly on his door.
"What is it?"
Ling Bai opened the door with curiosity.
"The Pavilion Master said your room was too plain and instructed me to bring some decorations," the Dragonwoman replied with a flawless, practiced smile.
"She really is bored..."
Ling Bai sighed helplessly and returned to the sofa where he had been toying with a glass-like crystal.
The Dragonwoman entered without closing the door behind her. From the adjacent room came the soft sound of a door opening. Wu Feng crept to her doorway, her face a mask of resentment as she peered into Ling Bai's room.
She watched the Dragonwoman retrieve flowers, paintings, and other decorations from her Storage Spirit Guidance Device. At first, Wu Feng thought this was just ordinary room preparation, but then she noticed something amiss.
The Dragonwoman had changed into a scandalously thin dress that clung to her voluptuous curves like a second skin. Her usually scaled body had transformed; the shimmering dragon scales had receded completely, leaving vast expanses of flawless, creamy skin that seemed to glow under the lamplight.
Mating season!
Wu Feng's pupils contracted to pinpoints. Only during their mating season did Dragonwomen shed their scales to appear fully human. A Dragonwoman alone in Ling Bai's room late at night, every movement a deliberate, provocative display... She was clearly extending an invitation that screamed 'come play, my lord!'
The Dragonwoman confirmed Wu Feng's suspicions. After placing a bouquet of lilies on the coffee table, she stood perfectly still and gazed at Ling Bai with unconcealed desire, her voice as soft as silk:
"The night is chilly. Allow me to warm your bed, Young Master Ling..."
"You dare!"
The words had barely left her lips when Wu Feng saw red. She kicked the door open and shot across the threshold like a raging fire dragon. In one seamless, furious motion, she grabbed the stunned Dragonwoman, tossed her unceremoniously out into the hall, slammed the door shut, and threw the lock. Her movements were so swift that even Ling Bai could only stare in amazement:
"Your cultivation's improving. That was Spirit Emperor-level speed..."
"Cultivation my ass! I'm so pissed off!"
Wu Feng stormed over. All the emotions she had suppressed since Ling Bai and Ning Tian became official exploded at once.
In a reversal of roles, she tackled Ling Bai onto the sofa and straddled him with her long legs. She grabbed his collar and roared:
"I'm begging you—stop giving those women opportunities, and stop giving me opportunities!"
Ling Bai looked up at Wu Feng's trembling face and gently patted her back. "You're tired. Go rest."
"Like hell I am!"
Wu Feng gritted her teeth. "I've been holding this in forever! It hurts... it hurts so much I feel like I'm going crazy!
Because I love Ning Tian, and I love you too!
The two people I care about most in the world are together!
Ling Bai, I can't bear it. I really, really can't!"
Hot tears splashed onto his chest, instantly soaking dark patches into his clothes. Wu Feng wiped furiously at her eyes, but the tears would not stop falling.
She gave up trying. Instead, she buried her face against his chest and bit down hard, channeling all her confusion and anguish into that single act.
Ling Bai sucked in a sharp breath. She had really put her all into that bite!
Those crimson eyes blazed with defiance as they locked onto his. Wu Feng's voice came out raw and fierce:
"We grew up together. I don't believe you couldn't see it!
I show concern for you, and you call it mockery!
When I thought you died in Jialing City, I cried for days, and you just laughed it off!
That night at the Holy Bright Festival, I spent hours getting ready, and you made me row that damned boat!
Fine, I endured all of that!
But what's with this Dragonwoman? If I hadn't stopped her today, would you have just let her half-coax, half-drag you to bed?!
She's a Dragonwoman, but what am I? Am I not a dragon woman too?!
Am I not prettier than her? Is my body not more appealing? Why can she seduce you, but after all my obvious and subtle efforts, you won't even look at me once?!
All I want is one husband, one wife, to be with the two people I love most forever. What's so wrong with that..."
Her voice broke as tears fell like rain.
She, Ling Bai, and Ning Tian were childhood friends. Like Ning Tian, she had witnessed Ling Bai's growth over the years. Though they constantly bickered and belittled each other, she knew in her heart that Ling Bai had long ago claimed a place equal to Ning Tian's.
After the confession on the Ming River, she had drifted through her days in a haze, desperately avoiding thoughts of the future. But seeing Ye Guyi at his side today, noticing how the Holy Angel gazed at Ling Bai with the same light in her eyes that Wu Feng recognized in herself, and then the Dragonwoman's brazen provocation... Wu Feng's carefully maintained walls had finally crumbled.
"I never ignored you."
Ling Bai wrapped his arms around her trembling body and spoke softly. "Whatever Xiao Tian receives, I always make sure you get as well.
She has Medusa and the Mystic Moon Jade Deer; you have the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear and the Scorching Sun Fire Dragon. When I take her boating, I also set aside time to train with you one-on-one.
In my heart, you are incredibly important."
"Really?"
Wu Feng's eyes were red-rimmed.
"Of course."
"You bastard! Then why do you always pretend to mock me!"
Something snapped inside Wu Feng. She crushed her lips against his with desperate hunger, pouring years of suppressed longing into the kiss. Their ragged breaths mingled in the charged air as heat rolled off her body.
The Red Dragon's flames suddenly erupted. Crimson fire consumed their clothes in an instant, leaving nothing but drifting ash. Their eyes met. The Red Dragon girl's face was flushed deep crimson, her beautiful eyes hazy with profound, desperate need.
Wu Feng was blessed with a body sculpted for sin. Not an ounce of excess fat could be seen on her. Her skin gleamed like polished jade. Her breasts were high and full, proud globes that seemed to defy gravity, crowned with taut, rose-colored peaks. Although she was the same age as Ning Tian, she possessed curves that spoke of mature, fiery allure.
Her slender waist and long legs drew his hungry gaze as she ground herself against him. The slick heat of her dragon valley glided over his rigid length, the friction sending sparks dancing up their spines and making their bodies tremble in unison. The sound of their damp skin meeting filled the room as Ling Bai seized her hips, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of her perfectly rounded bottom. She gasped and arched her back as he kneaded her, each squeeze drawing a breathy whimper from her lips.
Her entrance was already dripping with desire, clenched tight and aching to be filled. With a desperate whine, she guided him to her core, her thighs quivering as the thick head of his manhood pressed against her.
A sharp cry tore from her throat as he sheathed himself inside her to the hilt.
"Nghhh—!"
Her nails raked down his shoulders, her body bowing like a drawn arrow as she adjusted to the overwhelming stretch.
A guttural moan rumbled from deep within her chest. Her inner walls fluttered around him as she collapsed forward, pressing her forehead to his. Her plump breasts were crushed against his chest. Their sweat-slick bodies slapped together as she began to move, rolling her hips in slow, experimental circles that quickly grew bolder. PLAP! PLAP! Her rhythm became a frantic, demanding beat, her muscles clenching around him as if determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from his body.
"I knew you were interested in me, you scoundrel," she panted, a breathless smirk playing on her lips as she rode him with increasing fervor. "You can't hide it anymore..."
"If you know it in your heart, you needn't say it aloud."
Ling Bai murmured, nibbling her crystalline earlobe. "This time, you've gotten one step ahead of Xiao Tian."
"When you confessed to Ning Tian, you gave her an enormous bouquet. I want one too!"
Wu Feng let her crimson hair cascade free like a waterfall, strands of fire-red silk tickling his face. Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine.
"I promise I'll make it up to you."
Ling Bai agreed with a smile.
Their bodies moved in a feverish rhythm, the sofa creaking beneath their passionate union. Wu Feng's long hair had become a tangled mess, framing her flushed face as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her core. Her breath came in short, frantic gasps:
"Ah—! I... I feel guilty, like I'm betraying Ning Tian. I can't—I can't have a child now, at least not before she does..."
"That's fine." Ling Bai traced a finger along her jaw to her lips. "Your lips are also very beautiful."