Lan Ling acted with extreme roughness, completely devoid of any technique, resembling a primitive savage.
Yudie’s delicate body, however, was exceptionally graceful and tender, and coupled with the fact that she was still a virgin, it truly felt as though she were undergoing torture.
Originally, she had shared her mistress’s hatred towards Lan Ling, and at this moment, she hated him to the very marrow of her bones.
In truth, a slender and charming woman like her rather favoured domineering, cold men. Even if they were somewhat rough during such matters, she would feel filled with the sensation of being conquered.
However, roughness and crude savagery were entirely different things.
Roughness was a ruler’s cold and cruel condescension from above, a form of conquest. It could utilise immense power, even asphyxiation, to make a woman sink into hell. That, too, was an exceptionally wondrous and unusual feeling.
Crude savagery, however, was like that of pigs and dogs, entirely the lowest form of beastly behaviour, lacking any sense of beauty whatsoever.
Lan Ling’s current display was precisely this pig-and-dog sort of crude savagery.
Within her mind, Yudie fantasised continuously, imagining her nominal adoptive elder brother, the nephew of the Rakshasa King, Princess Shayan’s cousin Bei Ling.
During their brief interactions, this famed handsome man of the Rakshasa royal family had once flirted with her, keeping her awake for several nights, even causing her to have hazy, sweet dreams.
Being defiled by Lan Ling at this moment, she felt only incomparable agony and incomparable sorrow.
Within her mind, she kept fantasising, picturing the Lan Ling on top of her as Bei Ling’s handsome face and gentle, teasing gaze.
Yet with merely a slight opening of her eyes, she would see Lan Ling’s face, originally mediocre, but now turned hideous due to his ferocious expression.
It was truly so painful, truly feeling as though she had been bitten by a dog, crushed by a pig.
Lan Ling’s crude behaviour lasted for fully half a double-hour.
Finally, Yudie’s torment came to an end.
Scrambling up with the greatest speed, she wrapped her body in silk garments, stumbled outside, and knelt before a gold basin in a water pool to retch.
Waves of dry heaving sounds drifted over.
She was acting a bit too excessively here. Although the entire process was agonizing, and despite Lan Ling acting with extreme roughness, it had not reached the point of making her vomit, she truly was dramatic to the extreme.
Shayan, however, stared coldly at all of this. Once everything was over, she turned directly to the outer room and lay down fully dressed.
Right at this moment, the shadow warrior outside said coldly, “Your Highness Princess, using a substitute is not permitted, you have yet to fulfil your duty.”
The moment these words came out, Princess Shayan nearly went mad, truly wishing she could draw her precious sword, rush out, and hack that shadow warrior into ten thousand pieces.
Yet she did not dare, for she was no match for the shadow warrior. More importantly, she did not dare infuriate her elder brother, that Little Rakshasa King whom no one could see through.
However, for her exquisite, jade-like, noble body to endure the crude devastation of Lan Ling was simply too agonizing.
After weighing her options repeatedly, Princess Shayan made a decision.
Rummaging through a cupboard, she retrieved a bottle of medicine. Upon opening it, a hazy fragrance instantly filled the room.
Holding the medicine bottle in hand, she walked before Lan Ling. In front of him, she tore off her clothes, exposing a body replete with demon traits and incomparable, devilish allure.
These curves were far more explosive than those of Yudie.
Then, looking at Lan Ling, she said word by word, “Vile, shameless toad, you have finally had your way. I shall treat it as having been bitten by a dog, as having been rolled over by maggots.”
Having said that, she tilted her head and drained that bottle of aphrodisiac drug in one gulp.
A moment later, she lost consciousness immediately and collapsed directly.
She used this extreme method to trample upon Lan Ling’s dignity, expressing that she truly could not bear the agony of being defiled by Lan Ling, and would rather faint dead away.
At this moment, Yudie had finished retching. Draped in clothes, her exquisite melon-seed face pale and bloodless, she was staring coldly at Lan Ling, filled with contempt.
Lan Ling lowered his head and said hoarsely, “If I possessed even a shred of self-esteem, I should not sleep with Shayan.”
“If I possessed even a shred of shame, I should not touch Shayan.”
“If I possessed even a shred of wisdom, I should not bed Shayan.”
Yudie let out a cold snort.
Following that, Lan Ling revealed an evil smile and said, “However… a person like me possesses not even the slightest bit of shame. An unconscious woman has ways to be played with when unconscious. Let me teach you a brand new term called body snatching, which refers to sleeping with a completely unconscious woman, vivid, isn’t it?”
Then, Lan Ling scooped Princess Shayan’s delicate body up in his arms, placed her onto the bed, and immediately arranged her into an incomparably shameful posture.
“Look, this is the advantage of being unconscious, hahaha…”
Lan Ling’s evil laughter echoed throughout the entire courtyard!
…
Waking up the next day, Princess Shayan had a splitting headache.
Then, to her horror, she discovered that there was not a single spot on her entire body that did not ache.
Walking with difficulty to the mirror, she found herself covered in bruises, in an utterly wretched state.
Instantly, incomparable fury, incomparable agony, and incomparable hatred surged into her heart.
Lan Ling, this brute, just what had he done to her?
“Ah… ah… ah…”
Princess Shayan let out wave upon wave of frantic screams.
She desperately wanted to vent, wanted to take revenge, yet did not know upon whom she should seek revenge.
The maid Yudie rushed in, her body likewise covered in bruises.
She served Princess Shayan’s bath with difficulty, her charming eyes completely red and swollen, her exquisite face incomparably haggard, the pain buried deep within her eyes impossible to dissolve.
Princess Shayan stepped painfully into the bath tub, lying in the hot water.
“Yudie, after I fainted last night, just what happened?” As Shayan opened her mouth, she found her throat even more hoarse and painful.
Yudie shook her head in agony, saying, “Your Highness Princess, please do not ask, you will not want to know.”
Princess Shayan bit her lip until blood appeared, hissing, “One day, I shall tear him into ten thousand pieces, tear him into ten thousand pieces…”
…
To tell the truth, Lan Ling had no desire to touch Shayan.
Yet, he had no choice but to touch her, for if he did not, the drama would not appear genuine.
By now, the play had been largely performed, and he had successfully married Princess Shayan.
Next, it was time to obtain the decree to change the banner from the Little Rakshasa King, altering the Black Demon Banner territory into the Flame Demon Banner territory, and conferring upon Lan Ling the title of Flame Demon Banner Lord.
After obtaining all of this, it would be time to depart.
A shadow warrior entered and said, “Prince Consort, the master invites you over to share breakfast together!”
Lan Ling was startled.
This Little Rakshasa King was acting rather too cordial, considering he never dined with others, and indeed seldom ate anything at all.
It was as though any food entering his body was a defilement to his powerful, pure energy.
Not only did he never dine with anyone, he could not even tolerate others approaching within five metres of him.
Whether during cultivation, reading, resting, or walking, within a radius of several metres around him, there could be no outsiders whatsoever.
He was an exceptionally solitary person.
…
Lan Ling arrived at the dining hall of the Little Rakshasa King’s palace.
The place appeared very simple, completely unlike the resplendent gold and jade elsewhere.
All the chairs here were forged from crystal, and the room was filled with an invigorating aura of energy.
Dine together for breakfast, besides the Little Rakshasa King, were Princess Consort Nishang and Side Consort Meng Tuoluo.
The Little Rakshasa King’s regard for Lan Ling was simply excessive, having both of his wives accompany Lan Ling for a meal.
The meal was very simple, a bowl of crystal dew, a portion of venison steak, and a plate of immortal fruits, incomparably rare immortal fruits.
“How was last night?” The Little Rakshasa King said, “Did you bed your woman until she wept?”
“Far more than weeping, she even vomited,” Lan Ling said.
Hearing these words, Princess Consort Nishang knitted her brows, displaying her displeasure.
The Little Rakshasa King gave Lan Ling a thumbs-up, then smiled and said, “Please, take a seat.”
The four sat around a crystal table, each cutting their own meat steaks and feeding them into their mouths.
Both Meng Tuoluo and Princess Consort Nishang looked at their husband in some astonishment.
This husband of theirs practically did not partake in worldly food, normally eating nothing at all, as that would defile his energy aura.
Yet at this moment, he was actually cutting pieces of venison steak and placing them into his mouth.
Midway through the meal, the Little Rakshasa King picked up his chopsticks, picked up an immortal fruit for Lan Ling, placed it into Lan Ling’s bowl, and said, “You exerted too much effort last night, eat more to replenish yourself.”
Seeing this scene, Princess Consort Nishang and Meng Tuoluo nearly had their eyes pop out of their sockets.
This noble, pure husband of theirs had never, ever been so close to anyone, including his wives Nishang and Meng Tuoluo.
Meanwhile, Meng Tuoluo’s heart was filled with gloom!
Initially, she had wanted to use her husband the Little Rakshasa King’s hand to eliminate Lan Ling. Later, when that proved unfeasible, she took matters into her own hands to eliminate Lan Ling.
Yet now it seemed, the Little Rakshasa King was actually so good to Lan Ling, so intimate?
Then for her, Meng Tuoluo, killing Lan Ling had become impossible, considering Lan Ling’s martial arts were now far superior to hers.
If this situation were allowed to develop further, who else could obstruct Lan Ling’s rise?
Over a month ago, how weak had Lan Ling’s martial arts been? Merely a Demon Martial Grandmaster.
A few months ago, precisely when Meng Tuoluo and Lan Ling first met, Lan Ling’s martial arts were merely around a Great Demon Warrior, were they not?
Yet now, his cultivation was already an intermediate Demon Grandmaster.
If it progressed at this rate, no one could imagine just what heights of power Lan Ling would reach.
Once he grew truly powerful, her plans, and Commandery Princess Naxue’s plans, would completely vanish like soap bubbles.
In that case, was there room for reconciliation between herself and him?
Right at this moment, the Little Rakshasa King casually handed over a decree, which was a crystal scroll.
Lan Ling took it and looked. Written clearly upon it was the change from the Black Demon Banner to the Flame Demon Banner, maintaining the previous territorial boundaries unchanged. Furthermore, Lan Ling was conferred the title of Flame Demon Banner Lord, possessing absolute authority to rule the Flame Demon Banner territory.
Upon the decree, there was not only the seal of the Little Rakshasa King, but also the seal of the Rakshasa King.
Lan Ling could not help being startled. Before he had even opened his mouth to ask, the Little Rakshasa King had given him the long-coveted decree.
With this decree, he could truly possess the Flame Demon Banner territory.
His mind stirring, Lan Ling made a slight test, asking, “Your Highness Crown Prince, affairs in the Flame Demon Banner territory are pressing, and I attend to a myriad of matters daily. No task can proceed without me, so I cannot remain in Rakshasa City for too long.”
The moment these words came out, both Meng Tuoluo and Princess Consort Nishang set down their knives and forks.
Lan Ling absolutely could not be released back. Even if he were not killed or crippled, he had to be kept under house arrest within the Rakshasa Prince’s Manor.
Princess Consort Nishang said, “Lord Lan Ling, have we treated you poorly? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?”
Lan Ling paid her no heed, staring instead at the Little Rakshasa King.
This supercilious manner of his made Princess Consort Nishang incomparably furious.
The Little Rakshasa King said, “When do you plan to leave?”
Lan Ling naturally wished he could leave right now, but he opened his mouth and said, “Tomorrow morning.”
The Little Rakshasa King thought for a moment and said, “I originally intended to keep you for a few days, but since you are so anxious, very well… you may return tomorrow.”
Lan Ling was truly startled.
The Little Rakshasa King had actually agreed?
This… this was rather too sudden, too bizarre.
According to the original plan, if the Little Rakshasa King refused to release him, the Flame Demon Banner army and the Centaur army would invade the neighbouring Blue Demon Banner, embarking on a massacre and putting on a posture of igniting a civil war.
At this special juncture, with the Tiansha race glaring covetously at every bordering tribe, the Rakshasa territory certainly could not descend into chaos, and the Little Rakshasa King would have been forced by circumstance to let Lan Ling go.
However… before Lan Ling’s plan to force the issue had even begun, the Little Rakshasa King had agreed to let him leave. Just… just why on earth was this?
What on earth was he thinking?
Now, Lan Ling finally understood why others held such an evaluation of the Little Rakshasa King. He was entirely a sculpture, because you simply had no idea what he was thinking, and his every word and deed left others with no way to judge.
This was truly an unfathomable person.
“Have Shayan make preparations. A woman follows her husband whatever his lot, so she shall follow Lan Ling back to the Flame Demon Banner tomorrow,” the Little Rakshasa King said.
Lan Ling said, “That is not feasible.”
“Why is it not feasible?” The Little Rakshasa King said, “Are you worried she is unwilling? That is impossible, for among the members of the Rakshasa royal family, no one may defy a royal decree. If she does not go, she will have no right to remain a princess of the Rakshasa royal family.”
Lan Ling said, “It is not for that reason.”
The Little Rakshasa King said, “Then what is the reason?”
Lan Ling said, “In Rakshasa City, you can still suppress her. But once she follows me back to the Flame Demon Banner, there will be no one left to suppress her.”
The Little Rakshasa King said, “You are worried she will stir up a tempest in your Flame Demon Banner, bringing disaster upon your territory.”
Lan Ling remained silent.
The Little Rakshasa King said, “Since that is the case, it is also fine for her not to follow you back to the Flame Demon Banner. However, you must return to Rakshasa City once every month, and make certain she becomes pregnant as soon as possible.”
“Yes,” Lan Ling said.
The Little Rakshasa King said, “Shayan will not follow you back to the Flame Demon Banner, but her maid Yudie must represent Shayan and return with you. Her status is lowly, and she is also a Near-Human, so she should not be able to stir up trouble in your Flame Demon Banner.”
Lan Ling said, “What if she disobeys discipline?”
The Little Rakshasa King said, “She is your woman, so naturally she is at your disposal.”
Lan Ling stood up, bowed, and said, “Many thanks, Your Highness Crown Prince!”
Without any pleasantries, having achieved his goal, Lan Ling prepared to leave directly.
“Meng, see Lan Ling out on my behalf,” the Little Rakshasa King said.
“Yes,” Meng Tuoluo said.
…
The Little Rakshasa Prince’s Manor was very large, yet had very few people.
Walking along the long corridor, there were only Lan Ling and Meng Tuoluo.
“Sauron, shall we make peace?” Suddenly, Meng Tuoluo said.
Lan Ling was startled, saying, “Do we have any major conflicts? Why would we need to make peace?”
Meng Tuoluo fell silent, merely gazing at Lan Ling.
After a long time, she opened her mouth and said, “Just treat it as me begging for mercy, how about that?”
“Begging for mercy?” Lan Ling said, “Meng Tuoluo, you do not seem like someone who would beg for mercy. More importantly, you and I do not have any life-or-death grievances, and there is nothing you have done that requires my forgiveness.”
Meng Tuoluo said, “Then you are refusing reconciliation?”
Lan Ling frowned and said, “Meng Tuoluo, I can tell you that the promise you made back then, saying you would pledge loyalty to me, saying you would be my woman, I never took it seriously, never cared about it, and never treated it as a big deal. The only person who treated it as a big deal was yourself. You betrayed me, and I do not care in the slightest, it is you who are brooding over it.”
Meng Tuoluo’s expression trembled.
This remark from Lan Ling was a heavier slap in the face than anything else.
Did not care, did not take it seriously.
In his words, Meng Tuoluo’s weight was as light as a feather.
This was something Meng Tuoluo could never accept under any circumstances. She could be hated by others, but she absolutely could not be ignored.
Meng Tuoluo said once again, “Then we truly cannot make peace?”
Lan Ling halted his steps and said word by word, “I said, there is nothing for us to make peace over.”
Meng Tuoluo said, “Then I shall ask only one thing, can the relationship between you and me return to what it was before? Before you arrived in the Demon Realm?”
Lan Ling shook his head and said, “That, of course, is impossible.”
Meng Tuoluo said, “Then so be it.”
The moment she finished speaking, she turned directly and walked away.
…
At night, within the dense forest outside the Little Rakshasa Prince’s Manor, two figures were hidden in the darkness.
One person desperately lowered their voice, saying, “Go to the human kingdom with the greatest speed, find Queen Zhi Yan of the Raging Tide Kingdom, and tell her that Sauron is not dead, he is in the Southern Wasteland!”