At dawn, a sliver of sunlight crept into the room.

Of the meager wooden bed, only Qian Jing remained asleep, or perhaps feigning sleep. Lucifer Liushui had risen and left before the sun even touched the horizon.

No words of farewell were exchanged, yet both understood the other was fully awake. Neither dared to speak, both terrified of losing control and forcing the other to reconsider their decision.

Qian Jing opened his eyes, his gaze vacant as he quietly got up and dressed.

The night's frenzy had not exhausted him; rather, the intense movement had somehow refined much of the vital essence within his body. Qian Jing felt his foundation solidifying with every passing moment.

Qian Jing left his room and came downstairs, forcing a weak smile as he looked at the few figures gathered around the dining table.

"These meat buns are quite good today," Duan Feng Bu'er remarked flatly, burying his head in his congee without saying much more.

None of them were fools. Though they hadn't witnessed Lucifer Liushui’s actions the previous night, they could all sense something amiss in her demeanor. For these young warriors with heightened senses, a night of intense bed sport was impossible to conceal.

Though they deliberately ignored Qian Jing and her potential conversation, they could easily surmise what decision the proud Lucifer Liushui had made.

Everyone was focused on their meal. You Na La leaned gently against Chekfurit, and for a moment, it seemed as if Lucifer Liushui had never been part of the group at all.

After breakfast, it was clear to everyone that Qian Jing had no desire to remain there any longer. He stood up and moved toward the door.

"Wait a moment..." Qian Jing paused, turned, and walked back toward the room, his eyes resting on the bed that had borne constant moans the night before. "This... I want to take this. It witnessed my passion."

The humble large bed was placed within the Dou Jie. Qian Jing dropped a gold coin onto the floor and then turned to walk out of the room.

Duan Feng Bu'er pursed his lips. "When I have my moment, I'm taking the whole house."

Chekfurit shot him a look. "You don't have a moment anymore." "That's right! You don't have a moment anymore!"

Bokshali stood silently by the doorway, glaring furiously at Duan Feng Bu'er as he stepped out. Faint moisture glistened in her eyes. Duan Feng Bu'er's triumphant grin instantly stiffened, his smug expression vanishing. A flicker of surprise bloomed in his pupils—how could this demoness be here? Had a whole legion of demons arrived?

"You promised you would take responsibility for me," Bokshali said, flipping her wrist to produce a gleaming battle saber. "And yet you leave..."

Duan Feng Bu'er sighed. When he first saw this demoness, he had indeed been captivated, and without considering the consequences, he had leveraged Qian Jing’s influence to push her down.

"I... I am human... you know that, don't you?"

"I know! That's why..." Bokshali unleashed a lightning-fast slash. The brilliant blade light instantly caused the surrounding air temperature to plummet. The saber roared, like the shriek of a war steed, aiming directly for Duan Feng Bu'er's head. "I will kill you!"

Bang! The saber crashed down, the doorframe unable to withstand such force, shattering and collapsing. The blade only struck an afterimage. Duan Feng Bu'er had already appeared behind Bokshali, his hands like iron pincers gripping her wrists, his legs intertwining like a giant python around her limbs to prevent any kicks.

The human and the demon became entwined, using their strength against each other, and they tumbled to the ground.

"Let go of me!"

"Fine, provided you don't stab me."

"No! I must kill you!"

"Then forget it! I’m not accustomed to being cut, and your strength is already at the peak of Dou Hun, right? A fight between us could lead to death or injury, which is not what I want to see."

"I will kill you, I will kill you..." Bokshali struggled repeatedly but could not break free from Duan Feng Bu'er's hold.

Chekfurit let out a cold laugh watching the dusty, disheveled Duan Feng Bu'er on the ground. "Useless, can't even handle one demoness."

"I want to... whimper..." Bokshali tried to speak, but her mouth was suddenly sealed by Duan Feng Bu'er's lips. Her frantic struggles gradually lessened under the assault of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warrior's tongue.

"Hoo..." Duan Feng Bu'er licked his lips, which Bokshali had bitten, looking down at the Mammon Demon Clan martial artist pinned beneath him. "You actually bit me!"

"Hoo-hoo-hoo," Bokshali panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly, staring at Duan Feng Bu'er with an expression of unconcealed resentment. "I’ll bite you to death."

"Now you can see that killing me is quite difficult, right?" Duan Feng Bu'er sighed. "Actually, I considered telling you the truth, but I was afraid if I did, you would react exactly like this—wanting to fight and kill. Did you see that sissy over there?"

Duan Feng Bu'er glanced toward Chekfurit in the distance. "That sissy said that if you betrayed our situation, he would personally slaughter you. I was afraid you’d get killed, so..."

"I would lose to him?" Bokshali looked at Chekfurit with unconcealed defiance.

Three pairs of immense black wings instantly unfurled as Bokshali’s challenging expression took hold. Merely the wings, without any Dou Qi, generated a unique pressure.

Bokshali stared blankly at Chekfurit. Three pairs of wings! What did that signify? The manifestation of ultimate awakening! Had the ultimate awakening of the Fallen Heaven bloodline martial artists of this generation already occurred? No, that couldn't be right; it lacked the overwhelming power associated with ultimate awakening.

"You can try," Chekfurit’s words were like a cold, bloodied sword drawn from its sheath, his entire demeanor exuding an indescribable confidence that infected everyone around them.

Bokshali fixed her gaze on Chekfurit. "Even if you have three pairs of wings, I can still beat you!" As one of the most talented bloodline warriors of the Mammon Demon Clan this generation, Bokshali knew her own potential was infinitely formidable.

"Alright, alright, you're the strong one." Duan Feng Bu'er looked at Bokshali. "Can you beat all of us?"

"I... I have your child," Bokshali stated, staring at Duan Feng Bu'er. "You don't want your child to be discovered as a human-demon hybrid the moment it’s born, and then be dashed to death, do you?"

"I have a son?" Duan Feng Bu'er looked down dumbly at Bokshali’s abdomen. "You mean I have a son?"

"Otherwise, why would I come looking for you?" Bokshali’s face was etched with grievance. "I thought about aborting him, but I couldn't bear it..."

"Abort him? Why abort him?" Cold sweat beaded on Duan Feng Bu'er’s forehead. "You can't abort him! I said I would take responsibility..."

"Take responsibility? How?" Bokshali’s face twisted into a cold sneer. "You males are all the same—the kind who zip up your pants and deny everything! Take responsibility? You’d just leave on your own? Not take me with you? Abandon me and the child in the Mammon Demon Clan? Wait for him to be born, and then be dashed to death?"

Duan Feng Bu'er’s complexion grew paler with cold sweat; this accusation left him struggling for a defense.

"I was wrong, I’m sorry. It was my fault."

Bokshali stared at Duan Feng Bu'er, stunned that she would actually hear such an apology, and so readily accepted, admitting everything.

"You might not believe it, but I truly like you," Duan Feng Bu'er slowly released Bokshali's hands, scratching the back of his head with an awkward expression. "What I did to you that day was indeed excessive. I was afraid you wouldn't come with me... I was also afraid you’d find out I’m human... I..."

"Take me with you."

"What?"

Duan Feng Bu'er froze. This Bokshali before him actually wanted him to take her with him.

"As expected... you still don't want to take responsibility..." Bokshali's eyes flickered with faint disappointment as she pushed Duan Feng Bu'er away and stood up, brushing the dust off her clothes. "Don't worry about the child..."

"No! What did you just say? Come with me?" Duan Feng Bu'er blocked her path. "Do you know where I'm going? Do you know how many people in the Zhence Dynasty want to kill demons? You know..."

"I just want to know if you are willing to take me with you."

Qian Jing reappraised Bokshali. This Mammon Demon Clan sorceress, hailing from the Greed Tribe, actually possessed such a side. Duan Feng Bu'er truly had excellent taste!

"Take you! Why not! What is Duan Feng Bu'er afraid of?" Duan Feng Bu'er puffed out his chest. "If anyone dares to give you trouble because you're a demon, they'll have to kill me first. If you don't destroy the Zhence Dynasty, who would want to kill you? If they do, I'll kill them! If you are truly captured and slated for execution, that means confronting the entire Zhence Dynasty..."

Confronting the entire Zhence Dynasty! Qian Jing's body trembled slightly. Was he right or wrong to let Lucifer Liushui leave? If he had kept her? Would she have been happy? No! If, in the future, she faced danger in the Lucifer Dynasty because of his actions, then... he would have to take her, even if it meant confronting the entire Lucifer Dynasty!

Bokshali lowered her head, gently stroking her lower abdomen, and said no more.

Munezhenze, shaking his folding fan, gave a faint smile. "Relax. As long as this Prince becomes Emperor, you can reveal your identity and move freely within the Zhence Dynasty."

Duan Feng Bu'er laughed. "Still counting on us to help you fight for the throne?"

"Or what?" Munezhenze closed his fan, swung himself onto his horse. "You don't think my Third Brother will show you any mercy now that our relationship is exposed, do you?"

Third Prince... Hearing this name, Qian Jing felt as if a thorn had pierced his heart. Since entering the frontier, this Third Prince, whom he had never met, had nearly caused his death several times.

"The Third Prince..." Fen Tu Kuangge sighed with an expression of admiration. "He is known as the genius prince among conspirators."

"I am also a genius," Munezhenze said lightly, flicking his horsewhip. "If I become Emperor one day..."

"I’d still dare to kick your ass, believe it or not," Duan Feng Bu'er interrupted Munezhenze unceremoniously, hoisting Bokshali onto his horse.

"I... I actually believe that," Munezhenze sighed, shaking his head. "But then, I'm afraid a whole crowd of people will be looking for trouble with you."

"Let's focus on sitting on the Emperor's seat first!" Duan Feng Bu'er raised his whip and spurred his horse into a gallop. "Acting like you've already secured the throne."

"I must sit on the throne, I must!"