Chapter 6: (6) A Special Beginning

Legend has it that the Master of the Ghost Palace never associated with women and suffered from severe mysophobia; anyone who approached him, regardless of gender, would not live to see the next second. Yet, at this very moment, this legendary figure was personally holding Leng Lingxue. It was such a shocking sight that it was no wonder the four great guardians of the Ghost Palace were all as terrified as if they had seen a ghost.

The four exchanged a quick glance, all sensing the difference in how their master treated Leng Lingxue. After the Ghost King carried Leng Lingxue into the carriage, Qing Yao quickly took the reins and drove the carriage away, while the figures of Bai Sha, Mei Huan, and Shi Xuan vanished into the woods in an instant.

In a flash, the entire forest fell silent, as if the battle that had just taken place had never occurred. However, the outside world had already been thrown into an uproar. The Blood Fiend Tower, originally belonging to the demonic cults, had become an affiliate of the Ghost Palace in less than half a day, and the person known as Lin Tianjie—the Master of the Blood Fiend Tower—no longer existed in this world.

From then on, the Blood Fiend Tower was renamed the Myriad Illusion Tower.

"Name." Gently cradling Leng Lingxue in his arms, the Ghost King uttered these two words with a playful tone. The light flickering in his eyes made Leng Lingxue feel for a moment that she was not his disciple, but rather his prey. The Ghost King wrapped his arms around her, and as he caught the faint, lingering scent of her body, he couldn't help but feel an immense sense of calm. Although Leng Lingxue’s origins were unknown, he found that to be all the more amusing.

"Leng Lingxue." Lifting her cold, indifferent eyes, Leng Lingxue answered concisely, though a lazy smile couldn't help but tug at the corners of her lips. This body really couldn't handle much; she was already exhausted from just a little bit of exertion. Coupled with the fact that she had only eaten a few berries earlier, her stomach was still empty, and she didn't want to expend even the slightest bit of energy.

Leng Lingxue lazily relaxed her body. Since this man was by her side, she was absolutely safe; she might as well conserve her strength. Once she recovered her stamina, she would need to find some medicinal herbs to create a liquid to soak her body in, so she could nurse this frame back to health. Only then would she be able to withstand the devilish training she had planned for herself.

Otherwise, with this physique, she would end up either dead or crippled.

Feeling Leng Lingxue’s reliance on him, a smile that was difficult to decipher spilled from the corner of the Ghost King’s mouth, and the strange light in his eyes became so dazzling that it was impossible to look at directly. Although Leng Lingxue was still just a half-grown child, she had successfully captured his attention. Not only that, but she made him increasingly fascinated, excited, and eager to see what kind of fun the future would hold.

Coming out this time seemed to have been the right choice. Otherwise, wouldn't he have missed out on such a rare—prey—that suited his tastes?

"Ye Luoxuan, my name." As Leng Lingxue drifted off to sleep, a voice seemed to whisper softly in her ear.

When she woke up, the sun was already setting in the west. Gazing at the bed canopy, which revealed a subtle air of dominance amidst its black aesthetic, she turned her eyes to scan the room. She discovered that she was lying on a large, black bed. The black curtains were embroidered with bewitching spider lilies in golden thread, identical to the pattern on the black robe Ye Luoxuan wore.

The entire room was filled with nothing but black; he seemed to favor only that color.

The spacious room, the luxurious decorations, and the extravagant furnishings were all rendered inconspicuous by the black theme, yet they exuded an incredibly oppressive and naturally domineering aura. Just by looking at the layout of the room, Leng Lingxue knew whose handiwork it was.

In this world, perhaps only he could possess such an aura, could he not?