Little Di Shen’s eyes were filled with disgust and cold sharpness as he struck swiftly and brutally.
The Nine Dragon Roar pierced through the chest, instantly shattering the demon core of the Ghost Valley Moth.
"Disgusting thing."
But just as Little Di Shen killed the Ghost Valley Moth, a searing golden light like sunshine burst out from within its body.
That golden light imdiately rged into the center of Little Di Shen’s brow.
Little Di Shen’s face changed, and he fell straight backward.
"Little Di Shen."
Ye Lingyue was aghast and hurriedly caught Little Di Shen.
Little Di Shen’s eyes were tightly shut, and a strange black aura flowed over his pale cheeks, his body was ice-cold.
Ye Lingyue was panic-stricken, holding Little Di Shen tightly.
"Master, you don’t need to worry. That golden light is not an attack, it’s a Primordial Spirit Fragnt."
Seeing Ye Lingyue’s panic, the Cauldron Spirit quickly spoke up.
Ye Lingyue was stunned and suddenly rembered what the Ghost Valley Moth had said earlier; it once experienced the "Doomsday Demon Sun Event," and it was likely one of the demon beasts that partook of the Demon Ancestor’s blood and flesh.
No wonder it was different from other demon beasts, surviving under Zitang Su’s hands for so long, mixing within the Lonely Moon Sea, undetected by even Master Wuya and the Four Elders.
However, that Ghost Valley Moth was cunning, keeping such a crucial secret even at the brink of death.
Ye Lingyue never imagined that over the past two years, while she searched for a way to strengthen Little Di Shen’s Primordial Spirit.
Unexpectedly, part of Little Di Shen’s Primordial Spirit Fragnt was right by her side.
"Then why has Little Di Shen beco like this?"
Ye Lingyue stroked Little Di Shen’s face, worry resonating between her brows.
"It’s likely that his body is absorbing the Primordial Spirit Fragnt. The splitting of the Primordial Spirit is a painful process, and absorbing the fragnt is equally so. No one else can help him. Master, you should take him back first. I think Little Di Shen will awaken by tomorrow morning."
The Cauldron Spirit advised Ye Lingyue.
Hearing this, Ye Lingyue hurriedly carried Little Di Shen back to the small courtyard.
In her haste, she failed to notice the Ghost Valley Moth’s corpse on the ground emitting a strange glow in the night.
On the sa night within the Moon Peak, Hong Mingyue just returned to her quarters.
Her recent activity with Tang Li was too "intense," that damned man, she had long warned him not to leave any seed inside her, yet he refused to listen.
Just thinking of Tang Li’s strong body made Hong Mingyue’s knees feel weak.
As soon as she entered, she instructed her personal maid.
"Is what I asked you to prepare ready?"
The maid quickly nodded, bringing a steaming bowl of herbal soup.
In Lonely Moon Sea, Hong Mingyue had many n; she was cautious and always drank a bowl of the Joyful Union Sect’s exclusive Fertility Avoidance Soup after getting intimate.
This herbal soup, brewed from various precious herbs, could prevent pregnancy and also maintain beauty.
When she was with Luo Song, Hong Mingyue had taken it before, and it always worked well.
But what Hong Mingyue didn’t know was that this herbal soup from the Joyful Union Sect only worked on ordinary human n...
"Miss, drinking too much of this herbal soup is ultimately not good."
Noticing Hong Mingyue’s pale face today, her maid cautiously reminded her. She had served Hong Mingyue for two years and had so feelings for her.
"I know, but if I don’t drink it, I’d have children with those filthy n. None of them are worthy to be the father of my child."
Hong Mingyue gazed complexly at her flat abdon.
Though her body was already tarnished, there was still a place deep inside her heart where a person resided.
To Hong Mingyue, that person was her only longing.
In her eyes, only he was worthy of her.
"Zitang Su, where on earth are you?"
Hong Mingyue closed her eyes, sighed gently.
Unbeknownst to Hong Mingyue, sothing in her abdon was growing rapidly.
The night gradually deepened.
In the small courtyard of Ye Lingyue and Little Di Shen.
Ye Lingyue could not sleep the entire night, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Little Di Shen lying on the bed.
The little one’s eyes were still tightly shut, his thick, fan-like lashes lightly quivering, his fists were clenched tightly, his brows furrowed as if he was in great pain.
"Little Di Shen, you must be alright."
All night, Ye Lingyue murmured this over and over, tightly holding Little Di Shen’s hand, wishing she could bear so of the pain for him.
Before dawn.
After watching all night, Ye Lingyue finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep.
She awoke at an unknown hour, finding herself covered with a quilt.
Yet she rembered she had been by Little Di Shen’s side.
Ye Lingyue’s hand instinctively reached out, touching only empty air.
Ye Lingyue awakened suddenly, but just as she opened her eyes.
A sudden dizziness hit, the quilt was thrown off her, and she was pressed onto the bed.
A youthful musk unique to young boys assaulted her senses.
Ye Lingyue’s eyes widened abruptly, her lips were imdiately captured.
Before her eyes, the boy’s handso face searingly bright like the sun filled her vision entirely.
"Little...Di Shen."
The word "little" stuck in her throat.
The Di Shen before her... Little Di Shen seed to have aged several years, suddenly changing from the appearance of an eight or nine-year-old to that of a teenager, appearing almost her age.
Could it be due to absorbing the Primordial Spirit Fragnt?
Was it truly a Primordial Spirit Fragnt?
Ye Lingyue, unable to believe the scene unfolding before her, even forgot to protest, as Little Di Shen’s tongue pried her teeth open, exploring every corner of her mouth.
His actions were so domineering, yet so gentle.
Leaving Ye Lingyue’s mind increasingly blank.
As breathing beca difficult, and her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.
Until she was nearly suffocating and made a stuttering protest, Di Shen reluctantly released her lips.
"Little Di Shen, you scoundrel, you..."
Ye Lingyue habitually adopted her usual stance for scolding the little one.
For the past two years, she had spoken in this manner, accustod to it, but completely forgetting that the teenager before her had changed sowhat.
But before she could finish "roaring," her mouth was covered.
Glancing sidelong at the small woman weakly muttering and assaulting him with her small fist, he pulled her into his arms anew.
Di Shen’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, emanating a dangerous luster, a mischievous curve played on his lips as he spoke with a hint of amusent.
"Getting bolder, huh? Do you really think you’ve raised as your son?"
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