Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
On this day, the sun shone brightly in a clear blue sky, a rare sight of good weather. To the east of Primordial, on a solitary island in the vast ocean, a dazzling golden light suddenly erupted, heralding the arrival of Auspicious Signs. The golden light surged repeatedly, lingering for a long time. The entire Primordial trembled as countless powerful beings calculated with their fingers, yet the heavenly secrets remained obscure, seemingly shrouded.
Buzhou Mountain, Yunze Cave.
Ye Chuanze sat with Fuxi in a bamboo Pavilion when they suddenly noticed the brilliant golden light in the east and looked up. Fuxi quietly pinched his fingers and said with a joyful smile, "It turns out that the Heavenly Queen has given birth."
Ye Chuanze remained silent upon hearing this, while Fuxi's face showed delight as he continued, "At this time, this is truly good news."
Ye Chuanze understood why Fuxi would say such things. The conflict between the demon race and the Witch Clan had lasted for thousands of years, with battles intensifying and many casualties on both sides. Now that the Heavenly Queen had given birth, the child would undoubtedly be the heir of Demon Emperor Di Jun, the prince of the demon race. With an heir, the demon race would have a future, which was the best news to stabilize people's hearts at a time when their vitality was waning due to the conflict with the Witch Clan. It was no wonder Fuxi was so happy.
Thinking of this, Ye Chuanze couldn't help but furrow his brow; he did not share Fuxi's perspective. Those born from individuals with better backgrounds and greater cultivation found it increasingly difficult to bear offspring; this was a restriction imposed by the heavenly laws to maintain balance in Primordial. Just imagine if there were no constraints—Primordial would be filled with descendants of innate powers like Di Jun, Taiyi, the Three Pure Ones, or even Hongjun. Wouldn't that throw the world into chaos?
It was already difficult for Heavenly Empress Xihe to conceive; it was a rare mercy from the heavenly laws. However, this time, the Heavenly Queen had given birth to an unprecedented set of ten children—after the Three-Legged Golden Crow and now Sun's Children—how could such a thing be allowed by heaven?
Hou Yi shooting down suns flashed through Ye Chuanze's mind. His brows knitted together like valleys as his displeasure grew; he couldn't tell whether he felt more pity for Little Golden Crow or dissatisfaction with heaven's seemingly cruel fairness. He glanced at Fuxi across from him, who rarely showed joy amidst recent gloom; he chose not to voice his thoughts and added to his own troubles.
He picked up a Wine Jug and poured a cup for Fuxi but accidentally spilled it over due to his restless mind. Looking at the overflowing wine on the table, he sighed, "When the moon is full it wanes; when water is full it overflows; extremes must decline."
Fuxi glanced at him upon hearing this, his expression thoughtful.
A month later, someone from Heavenly Palace came to invite Ye Chuanze to attend a banquet three days later to celebrate the birth of Demon Prince.
Ye Chuanze agreed.
*********
When Ye Chuanze arrived, more than half of the guests were already present in the main hall. Fuxi and Nüwa sat at the head of the lower right seats. He walked over and sat beside Fuxi. "Long time no see, Nüwa," Ye Chuanze said to her.
Nuwa's expression was cold as she turned to glance at Ye Chuanze and nodded, " Mr. Ye."
The two exchanged polite greetings and then fell silent. Since becoming a Sage, Nuwa had grown increasingly aloof, completely shedding her former impulsive and energetic demeanor. Ye Chuanze could only sigh at how time had changed everything, noting that even a person's nature could transform.
Since the war with the Lich Clans began, Nuwa had secluded herself in the Cave, indifferent to worldly affairs, giving off an air of mutual disregard. As a Sage, she acted on behalf of heavenly will, and after her ascension, she became even more cautious in her actions, leaving no trace behind.
Ye Chuanze surveyed the guests in the main hall; all the powerful beings of the demon race were present, each laughing and drinking merrily. It seemed that recent victories on the battlefield had alleviated the anxiety weighing on their hearts, bringing them rare joy. With the Demon Emperor's offspring now born, there was even more reason for celebration. It was no wonder that Di Jun organized such a grand banquet; it was likely intended to uplift spirits and morale.
In addition to the powerful demons, there were also many other celestial beings from different races, such as the Three Pure Ones and the Western figures Jieyin and Zhun Ti. The demon race was currently formidable, competing fiercely with the Witch Clan, and both races were subtly establishing themselves as the top two among the Primordial clans. No one dared to underestimate these two factions, not even the Sages. Although Sages were strong, they were still just individuals.
At the celebration of the Demon Prince's birth, all six Primordial Sages came to offer their congratulations, highlighting Di Jun's significant influence and showcasing the current prosperity and strength of the demon race. The main hall was filled with fragrant wine, laughter echoed throughout, celestial music played, and graceful dances unfolded—a scene of wealth and splendor.
Once all the guests had arrived, Demon Emperor Di Jun and Heavenly Empress Xihe finally made their entrance, followed by a group of three-year-old children dressed in golden robes. Ye Chuanze felt overwhelmed by the dazzling sight before him; it was almost blinding.
Looking at their taste in clothing… Ye Chuanze observed the group of golden-haired children adorned in bright yellow attire and felt a lump in his throat; he nearly choked on his own breath. This was far too ostentatious! While Di Jun's fashion sense seemed quite normal, his son's attire was simply… embarrassing.
Clearly, Ye Chuanze was not alone in being stunned by the garish style of clothing worn by the Demon Prince; an eerie silence fell over the previously noisy hall. The guests from Demon City stared wide-eyed at their Little Princes, some even holding their wine cups aloft without realizing they were spilling wine everywhere.
In this strange moment of silence, one of the Little Princes following Di Jun and Xihe spoke up amidst all eyes on them: "Father, why are they staring at us?" The speaker was one of the ten Little Golden Crows who tugged at Di Jun's sleeve while looking up with bright eyes that sparkled like stars.
"..." Di Jun found himself momentarily speechless by his son's innocent question. How could he respond? Telling the truth might hurt his child's feelings; lying under such scrutiny would be too undignified.
"Fool! It's definitely because we are so majestic and handsome that they can't take their eyes off us!" chimed in another Little Golden Crow, clearly a child bursting with confidence who would surely grow up to be quite impressive.
"Cough cough…" At this moment, Di Jun felt he had to say something; otherwise, he would lose face entirely thanks to these mischievous children. "Today is your birthday banquet hosted by your father. Everyone here has come to celebrate you; since they haven't seen you before, it's natural for them to look at you."
The Little Golden Crows were very pleased with this answer. The first one who had asked why everyone was staring said generously: "Then let them admire my grandeur! They can look as much as they want!"
"......" Di Jun was speechless; he couldn't tell who this arrogant personality resembled. Clearly, both he and Xi He were very serious and solemn individuals.
Meanwhile, Eastern Emperor Taiyi watched the scene unfold and couldn't help but chuckle softly. He looked at the group of Little Golden Crows, his nephews, with a gentle smile and a nostalgic expression, as if recalling something. Long ago, when he and his brother were still young, there was a Three-Legged Golden Crow on the Fusang Tree in the Sun Star that would chatter incessantly, proudly holding its head high and hopping around on the branches.
Those memories from the Sun Star felt peaceful and beautiful, like a dream of fleeting flowers and moonlight. There were no countless powerful immortals from the Primordial era, no Witch Clan, no demon tribes, and... no Xi He, nor endless schemes and calculations, nor the ceaseless sounds of war. It was just the two of them, living happily and contentedly together on the Fusang Tree, carefree.
In the Sun Star stood an extremely tall and grand Fusang Tree, which was formed by two massive mulberry trees supporting each other as they grew together through wind and rain, hence the name Fusang. Young Taiyi once made a silent vow in his heart that he and his brother would support each other like this Fusang Tree, never to part ways or abandon one another through thick and thin.
Now, everything he did was to fulfill that initial promise. Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Demon Emperor Di Jun shared a deep brotherly bond as they led the demon tribe. He was Demon Emperor Di Jun's most trusted brother, his most loyal weapon. The world believed he fought for the demon tribe, but little did they know he fought solely for one person from beginning to end.
As if sensing his gaze, Demon Emperor Di Jun turned to meet his eyes. Eastern Emperor Taiyi smiled gently at him and said, "I see that the Little Princes are lively and adorable; I truly like them."
Upon hearing this, everyone understood and began to praise eagerly, each trying to outdo the other in compliments, fearing that if they waited too long there would be nothing left to say.
"The Little Prince is wise and clever; he truly has your majesty's demeanor."
"The Little Prince has an extraordinary temperament; his future is limitless!"
"The Little Prince has a heroic appearance; he will surely become a formidable figure in the future!"
"Truly worthy of being my Demon Prince; he is indeed impressive and handsome. I can only imagine how many Fairies will be captivated by him in the future."
"He looks just like your majesty; there’s no doubt he is your offspring!"
"......"
"......"
"......"
The more they exaggerated, the more ridiculous it became. Ye Chuanze, sitting nearby, couldn't help but twitch his lips in amusement. This group of demons truly had a talent for flattery!
Not only was Ye Chuanze delighted, but even Di Jun himself felt a mix of laughter and tears. What on earth were they saying? If he didn't know that this group was here to praise his son, he might have thought they were trying to ruin the occasion.
Di Jun and his sons, the Little Golden Crows, received a plethora of compliments. Even the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa exchanged a few polite words of praise. However, Ye Chuanze furrowed his brow, lost in thought and remained silent. Demon Emperor Di Jun and Heavenly Empress Xihe led the Little Golden Crows toward Nuwa, Fuxi, and Ye Chuanze. Di Jun paused slightly in front of Nuwa, his brow furrowing imperceptibly before he continued forward and stopped in front of Ye Chuanze.
" Mr. Ye, thank you for gracing us with your presence at the banquet," Di Jun said with a smile.
"Demon Emperor, you are too kind," Ye Chuanze replied.
The group of Little Golden Crows following Di Jun widened their eyes as they looked at this handsome unfamiliar uncle before them, their expressions filled with curiosity.
Ye Chuanze also took a close look at these little princes of the demon race. These Little Golden Crows had only been born for about a month but could already take human form, showcasing their exceptional talent. They were indeed the children of the sun and successors to the Three-Legged Golden Crow. Each of these Little Golden Crows was exquisitely beautiful, with bright eyes that sparkled with intelligence and charm. Even dressed in their golden finery, they looked adorable, resembling little golden dolls.
Seeing these curious little dolls staring at him, Ye Chuanze slightly pursed his lips and revealed an almost imperceptible smile. He teasingly said to Demon Emperor Di Jun, "Haven't you thought about getting them some different clothes?"
How could he not think about it? Demon Emperor Di Jun nearly blurted out in frustration. The Little Golden Crows were young and preferred to show their original forms. He and Xi He had coaxed them into taking human form just to attend the banquet. They refused to transform into human form for so long that it drove him mad; who would have thought that once they did transform, it would be even more exasperating? When he first saw them in those dazzling golden garments, he almost spat out blood.
No matter how much he and Xi He coaxed them this time, the Little Golden Crows refused to take off those shiny outfits. Whenever they were threatened, they would immediately revert to their original forms and bounce around on the Fusang Tree as if ignoring them completely. Xi He speculated that perhaps because the Little Golden Crows were young, they were particularly attached to their original forms; thus, even after transforming, they insisted on wearing clothes similar to their original golden appearance.
What kind of ridiculous reasoning was that! He hadn't seen anything like this when he was young. Di Jun couldn't help but exclaim in disbelief. Upon hearing this, Xi He merely shot him a glance and said, "That's because you didn't have a father who forced you to take human form for a banquet when you were less than a month old."
"......" Di Jun was left speechless. He consoled himself by thinking that this was better than bringing a bunch of golden birds to the banquet; at least it preserved the dignity of the demon race.
Ye Chuanze observed Di Jun's ever-changing expression and guessed some things about him. With a light chuckle, he changed the subject: "Your son is quite adorable."
"Where, where, you flatter me!" he said, but the expression on his face told a different story. First, he should tone down that proud smile before speaking, Demon Emperor.
Ye Chuanze did not expose his hypocrisy. Most fathers in the world are like this; they believe their own sons are the best and most capable in existence, yet they must put on a humble facade when receiving praise from outsiders, secretly wishing for even more compliments about their sons.
Pity the hearts of parents everywhere! Heavenly Empress Xihe bore these ten sons after countless years, so it is no wonder Di Jun dotes on them so deeply. Di Jun and Xi He likely have only these ten sons in their lives. Ye Chuanze sighed inwardly as he looked at these innocent children who knew nothing of the world, feeling a rare pang of compassion. He took out a pair of bracelets made from deep-sea secret silver, which he had refined into magical treasures.
"These silver bracelets are my gift to the princes," Ye Chuanze said as he distributed the bracelets to the Little Golden Crows, giving each one a pair to wear on their wrists.
"Why not gold? Silver doesn't look good," the Little Golden Crows complained as they put the silver bracelets on.
"Gold is too dazzling; this silver will just temper your golden light. Everything in moderation," Ye Chuanze explained.
The Little Golden Crows were young and did not understand Ye Chuanze's words, but Di Jun appeared thoughtful, sensing there was more to his statement. "You should thank Uncle Ye," Di Jun said to the Little Golden Crows, putting aside his thoughts.
"Thank you, Uncle Ye!" they chorused in response, and Ye Chuanze shook his head at their innocence.
" Mr. Ye, these children are young and naive; you will need to take extra care of them in the future," Demon Emperor Di Jun remarked.
"Demon Emperor is joking. With you and the Heavenly Queen around, why would I need to intervene? Besides, isn't there also Eastern Emperor Taiyi?" Ye Chuanze replied casually.
"My friend should not decline; nothing is certain in this world. You may very well need to lend a hand later," Demon Emperor Di Jun insisted.
Hearing this, Ye Chuanze looked at him and said, "If one day in the future... you need me, I will not refuse."
Di Jun smiled upon hearing this and said, "Thank you, my friend!"
Di Jun and Xi He took the Little Golden Crows back to their seats, and everyone resumed their lively conversations and merriment, enjoying each other's company.
Ye Chuanze lowered his gaze, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank quietly, completely ignoring the scrutinizing looks from those around him. Beside him, Fuxi and Nüwa wore indifferent expressions, exchanging no words.
After a long while, someone suddenly came to report.
"Your Majesty, the Witch Clan has launched an attack on Falling Petal Mountain. Our forces were outmatched and have retreated."
In an instant, the previously jovial Demon Emperor Di Jun's expression darkened, his hand gripping the Wine Jug so tightly that the veins on it bulged. The hall fell into a hushed silence as everyone held their breath in fear of making a sound. After a long pause, Demon Emperor Di Jun finally managed a smile, suppressing his anger as he said, "No matter, it's just a minor issue. Let it not affect our mood; everyone, drink up!"
Upon hearing this, everyone raised their glasses and resumed their previous lightheartedness and revelry. However, in their hearts lingered a shadow of unease. Observant individuals noticed that Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who had been seated below Demon Emperor Di Jun, was now missing.
The Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, and Zhun Ti—these non-demon Sages—began to ponder the situation.
"I sense there may be some discord between the demon clan and Nüwa," Zhun Ti whispered to Jieyin.
"They are of the same kin; how could there be discord?" Jieyin replied.
"Look at Di Jun; he entrusted his son to Ye Chuanze instead of Nüwa. To leave a Sage unused in favor of another shows their relationship is not good," Zhun Ti remarked.
"Be cautious with your words, Junior Brother. Matters concerning the demon clan involve heavenly secrets that we should not speak of lightly," Jieyin cautioned.
Zhun Ti dismissed this with a wave; as long as the heavenly secrets did not go against the flow of fate, there was no harm. A glint flashed in his eyes as he began to formulate his own plans.
Comment 0 Comment Count