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Between the mountains and the waters, countless people's Dream Souls gather here, suspended in translucent beads of colorful water.
An Wusheng can see the reasons behind each dream bag that caused their pain and slumber.
"The Battle of the Five Armies of Yaohai, my mother held me underwater to evade the search of the Sea King Army. I hate An Wusheng so much."
"Living under An Wusheng's command every day is worse than death."
"The Northern King sacrificed himself for the Shura Chess Game; there is no one else in this world who cares for it as he does."
"In the Yao Hai Numerous Kings, only the Northern King is worthy of this heavy responsibility. If he does not become king, all will be lost..."
There are too many, almost all are those who have given their lives for battle, for him, An Wusheng.
Ah... despite his notorious reputation and ruthless killings, why not sit firmly in that position?
An attendant approached with a list of names, flipping through the roster of tribute women while saying, "The Sea Demons from Misty Manor have been singing sorrowful songs lately, moving the people on the shore. Do you want to send a few of the beauties from Yao Hai that I collected?"
"Choose one without parents and send her to the leaders of those Sea Demons. Tell them that if they want to keep a woman, they must obey."
He set down his pen and gazed at the rolling white waves outside the hall, recalling the Dream Devour incident from a few days ago. Qingchou had pointed at him and cursed him for disregarding human life, leading to countless families being broken apart and displaced...
In her heart and eyes, every cell capable of feeling harbored nothing but hatred towards him.
He has killed countless people; he admits it, and he is particularly cruel.
The attendant made a sound of acknowledgment, casually flipping through a few pages before suddenly stopping, his fingertips turning slightly pale. An Wusheng noticed his unusual behavior and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
The attendant dared not speak. He abruptly snatched the roster from him, and the name "Qingchou" was glaringly present.
"It’s... it’s just that the underlings are blind; how could they even report Madam's name?"
The attendant stammered an explanation, but the roster had already been torn to shreds. An Wusheng suddenly stood up and kicked over the table, angrily declaring, "Then send her there!"
Instead of staying with the perfectly fine Yao Hai Mistress, she insisted on going to the Beast's Den. Fine, he would send her there.
The stench of the Beast's Den, thick with the smell of congealed blood, was almost nauseating. Qingchou covered her nose as she walked in. Perhaps having sensed human presence long ago, the Sea Demons had stopped singing and were now stretching their long green heads over the railing to look at her, drooling white saliva as they spotted her.
At the end of Misty Manor sat the leader behind a makeshift iron barrier, reaching out to tug at her shoes.
They were ugly creatures with beastly features, howling in greed. Disgusted by their lasciviousness, Qingchou kicked away the leader's hand and immediately drew a dagger from her waist, hurling it fiercely at him.
This was her Dream Soul Head, capable of digging out a person's heart in an instant. The Sea Demon leader stared at her with his green eyes, looking mournful and resentful before he slumped down in defeat.
The attendant pursed his lips and took a timid step back, but upon hearing Qingchou say, "From now on, if anyone dares to sing and confuse the minds of the people at the shore, I will stab you. Do you hear me?"
She waved her hand fiercely and turned to leave. The attendant hurriedly followed her. Halfway out, she asked again, "It seems you were following my brother ten years ago; why did you later follow An Wusheng? He killed your master, yet you willingly stayed with him?"
The attendant swallowed hard and was about to explain when a dark shadow suddenly loomed over him, blocking all light from Misty Manor.
He turned around to see An Wusheng standing there; the words almost slipped out but were forcefully swallowed back down.
“Dream Soul Head can easily carve out the heart, Qingchou, why don’t you use this knife on me?”
He walked in, backlit so that his expression was hard to see. “Your Dream Soul technique can throw anyone into the Lost Dream of No Return, making them sleep for eternity without waking. Tell me, why is it that after ten years, you still can’t bring yourself to act against me?”
He seized her wrist and pulled her into his embrace, his warm breath brushing against her ear, taking on a tone of surrender. “Can we stop this nonsense?”
“You must be dreaming!” Qingchou forcefully pushed him away, and Dream Soul Head was conveniently grasped in her hand. “You used my brother to keep me here, and now you expect me to set aside past grievances? An Wusheng, Sea Demon is cruel and greedy. If it weren’t for me, wouldn’t any random woman be sent into that cage today, living worse than a beast? As the King of the Yao Sea, you cannot provide them with equal peace and security. What right do you have to talk about love with me?”
She stepped closer, the dagger pressed against his cheek, its cold edge grazing his skin.
“After ten years, you still can’t act. I despise myself for being so soft-hearted that I can’t kill you!”
Her eyes held no emotion, filled with endless resentment. She suddenly withdrew her hand, but the chill left by Dream Soul Head seeped into An Wusheng ’s heart.
She finally admitted her feelings for him. Yet she felt that this feeling was a source of shame.
She wished she could strip him from her life, viewing him as a disaster. Ha… An Wusheng, will you continue to humiliate yourself by waiting?
“Qingchou, I’m a bit tired. Please stop causing trouble… At most three months, and I will let you go.”
Qingchou stared at him in shock at the sudden softness in his tone. He had always shouted back at her with a loathsome face, but now…
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