Chapter Ten: One Hundred Lashes, Leave None Behind
“Bang—”
The grand hall’s doors were flung open by a chilling gust of ghostly phoenix wind, a fierce tempest sweeping through the room, extinguishing all traces of dawn and plunging everything into darkness.
Before the little bundle could react, the black gale tore past her side in a swift strike.
“Smack—”
“Bang—”
A palm strike landed, immediately followed by another without hesitation.
“Pfft…”
White Yan clutched his chest, struck hard, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood that stained the ground crimson, his face paling in pain.
But in an instant, the black gale took on human form.
That stern, frigid man with murderous intent etched between his brows—if he was not the King of Hell himself, then who else?
“Father?!” The little bundle’s violet eyes snapped wide open in shock, the medicinal flower in her hand vanishing in a blink into the space bag.
Whether the flower attracted the bag or the bag attracted the flower, no one could say.
“Cough, cough…” White Yan bent over in pain, eyes reddened as he fixed his gaze on the man who had suddenly attacked. Gritting his teeth, he growled, “Your Highness, King of Hell, what is the meaning of this?”
Yan Yi’s cold gaze held no pity—his expression as emotionless as a block of wood, his voice icy, “I’ve told you, she belongs to me.”
More than that, it was he who, five hundred years ago, had painstakingly sought out a blood spirit from heaven and earth to awaken her from the initial form of the mandrake flower into her fetal shape.
When other children are born, how many are nurtured and cared for over countless millennia before awakening into human form?
Yet Miao Yuan, unlike all others across the boundless world, was the only one born already in the shape of a human infant, instantly surpassing everyone else’s cultivation by ten million years.
Alas, whether it was her dull temperament or being pushed too fast, her ten-thousand-year cultivation stubbornly refused to advance; compared to her peers, she was mercilessly beaten.
Thus, throughout Hell, the myriad demons showed this small princess a bit more care and protection, nurturing her into the naive, clueless child she was now—unaware of worldly affairs, right or wrong, good or evil, demons or spirits.
Yet despite this, the name “little bundle” still rang through the skies and shook the four seas, for she was the beloved daughter of the King of Hell—no less than the most esteemed young princess of the Di Di clan.
White Yan swallowed the blood at his lips and sneered, “I know well who the young lady is; no need for Your Highness to remind me repeatedly.”
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“I care not what your purpose is. Escaping prison without permission is a grave offense. Since Yu Heng has handed you over to me, it is at my discretion whether to reward or punish you.”
No sooner had Yan Yi finished speaking than over a hundred demon soldiers appeared, brandishing sharp, mighty red-tasselled spears, marching in perfect unison. Though their steps were silent and they spoke not a word, their presence struck awe and radiated fierce valor.
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