Chapter 4: (Part 4) Being Kept (and Forbidden)?

Each step was taken with such nonchalance, yet each one landed heavily upon Leng Lingxue’s heart. Although she had calmly shifted to a new position, she still could not guarantee whether that man would discover her. If she were discovered, escaping would become an impossible task.

Not to mention that the man’s martial arts were unfathomable and beyond her ability to handle, she couldn't even deal with the "four stone statues" standing expressionlessly like puppets behind him.

Just as Leng Lingxue was struggling to minimize her presence, hiding her breathing flawlessly and ensuring not a single beat of her heart was leaked, the man who had been walking so nonchalantly suddenly vanished from before her eyes. Seeing this, Leng Lingxue’s heart leaped into her throat.

Damn it, where did that man go? If this body weren't so frail, she would never have allowed him to disappear from her sight.

In an instant, Leng Lingxue seemed to sense something. She quickly raised her eyes to look upward, meeting a pair of deep, profound eyes.

At this moment, the man was standing leisurely on the tree branch above her, his eyes radiating a playful glint, like a predator looking at its prey.

She had been discovered after all.

Leng Lingxue’s sharp gaze stared straight at the man. Even though she had no certainty of survival at this moment, the domineering aura she exuded remained unhidden. It should be said that the cold, overbearing aura on Leng Lingxue seeped from her very bones. Her experiences in her past life had taught her to look down upon the world with pride.

In a world where only the strong survive, there are no weaklings; the weak are only meant to be trampled upon. And she, Leng Lingxue, was born to be strong.

The radiance emanating from her azure pupils made him even more interested in her. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a trace of surprise. Even the strongest figures standing at the pinnacle of the world, those high and mighty emperors, dared not meet his gaze. Yet, this girl, who looked so frail and small—seemingly only seven or eight years old—emitted an aura from her eyes that was on par with his own.

Or one could say, they reflected each other.

Interesting, truly interesting.

Azure pupils? He remembered that in this dynasty, the only family that possessed azure pupils was...

Even though she was disheveled and covered in mud at this moment, it still could not conceal the dazzling brilliance radiating from her.

"From now on, you are this King’s disciple."

Just as the Ghost King hauled Leng Lingxue down from the tree trunk and appeared before the astonished "four stone statues," he ignored her resistance, the corners of his mouth curling up as he domineeringly made the decision.

The moment the man’s voice fell, Leng Lingxue suspected there was something wrong with her ears. She had originally thought she was going to report to the King of Hell again, and she didn't know if she would be reincarnated this time, but then this turning point occurred. Does this mean she isn't going to die?

No, that’s not right. That’s not the point. The point is, she was just—kept—by this man?

However, she didn't dislike this man, because she could feel the same aura from him; they belonged to the same kind of people. Before her wings were fully grown, finding a strong and powerful backer was absolutely the most important thing. Right now, she didn't know what kind of world this was, nor did she know what was going on with the owner of this body. Under such circumstances, being "kept" by this man seemed like a rather fortunate thing.

Since that was the case, she would gladly accept it!