Chapter 169: The Arrogant Fruit of Lust

Chapter 169 -166: The Arrogant Fruit of Lust

Prince Heng exhaled slowly, composing himself as his gaze sharpened.

“Aren’t you being a little too arrogant, sir?”

Jiang Chaosheng looked down at Prince Heng on the mountaintop and said softly,

“Do you know what the consequences of your actions will be?”

Prince Heng said coldly,

“Enlighten me.”

Jiang Chaosheng’s lips barely moved as he spoke.

“I will tear the Taiping Dao out by the roots.”

The words were few, but each one was filled with a chilling killing intent that made Prince Heng’s blood run cold.

Jiang Chaosheng didn’t want to waste any more time on Prince Heng.

The longer the Spear of Destiny was active, the harder it would be to contain.

Every second was precious!

For a moment, Prince Heng hesitated.

But the thought of the unparalleled glory he was about to achieve emboldened him.

Rationally speaking, the Evil Qilin’s plan was perfectly sound.

As long as they could stall Dusk and drain his energy, the time would be ripe to capture him!

Prince Heng glanced at the thousands of Yin Soldiers behind him. He cupped his fists, and murderous intent erupted in his eyes.

“I invite you, Dusk, to meet your death!”

Jiang Chaosheng’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

Prince Heng grabbed his Ghost Head Saber, pointed it at Jiang Chaosheng, and roared,

“Charge!”

The Yin Soldiers roared in response.

Some drew their bows, nocking arrows steeped in corpse venom and malevolent Yin Qi, and took aim at Jiang Chaosheng.

The Yin Soldiers mounted on warhorses charged toward the dark clouds.

A cloud of arrows shot toward the dark clouds where Jiang Chaosheng was perched.

The mounted Yin Soldiers leaped from the mountaintop, soaring through the air with their long spears aimed squarely at Jiang Chaosheng.

‘So this is what an ancient cavalry charge looks like.’

He sat upon his pitch-black throne, his expression unchanging, and said in a calm voice,

“Daji. Elder Dragon.”

“As my husband commands!”

A lilting voice rang out.

A silver light flew out from Jiang Chaosheng’s embrace, materializing into a human form on his right.

“ROAR!”

A dragon’s roar shook the heavens and the earth.

Wreathed in black smoke, the Jing River Dragon King appeared, guarding Jiang Chaosheng’s left flank.

Its long, serpentine body was as massive as the dark clouds themselves.

If anyone had been there to photograph this scene, they would have been a shoo-in for a world-class photography award.

A rain of arrows, a cloud of death.

Undead cavalry charging through the sky.

A peerless beauty capable of toppling kingdoms, Yellow Talismans swirling around her.

A Black Dragon of immense might, its roars echoing endlessly.

Waves of spectral energy rolling under the full moon.

And upon the pitch-black throne, the man whose expression never changed, his eyes fixed on the undead Prince, glinting with a cold, hard light.

It was a bizarre and terrifying tableau, truly enough to shatter the mortal world’s sense of reality!

…

「Late at night. South Sea, Twenty-fourth Middle School.」

The Evil Crow glided under the full moon, completely unnoticed.

The Evil Crow flapped its wings, flying with practiced ease to the fifth floor of the faculty building.

With a serious expression, it perched on a small ledge beneath a balcony, its back pressed tightly against the wall.

It looked like a secret agent, or a master thief from the movies.

It tilted its head back, and a lewd glint appeared in its eyes as it stared at the pair of stockings hanging from the balcony above.

The Evil Crow pressed its head to the wall, listening to the conversation inside.

A female teacher was on the phone, her voice cloyingly sweet.

“Oh, Director, I’ve already showered and was getting ready for bed~

You’re terrible! I’ll be right over to the office to see you.”

The Evil Crow heard the soft rustle of clothes, the click-clack of high heels, and finally, the sound of a door closing.

A cunning glint flashed in its eyes.

‘Perfect! My chance!’

The Evil Crow beat its wings.

It snatched a freshly washed stocking, still fragrant with laundry detergent, and quickly fled the scene.

The Evil Crow circled in the night sky for a moment before something else caught its eye, and it swooped down.

It spotted a clothesline hung with an assortment of small, pink and white garments and let out what could only be described as a perverted cackle.

With the black stockings draped over its head, the Evil Crow peered into the window.

It was dark and quiet inside.

A few girls were huddled under their blankets in the dorm room, reading by flashlight.

The lustful look in the Evil Crow’s eyes vanished. It flapped its wings and flew away from the girls’ dormitory.

It saw the same female teacher from before, swaying her hips as she entered the administration building.

A thoroughly sleazy grin appeared on the Evil Crow’s face as it flapped its wings and followed her.

It landed on a third-floor windowsill of the administration building, hiding behind a potted plant to watch the scene unfold inside.

As soon as the teacher walked through the door, a fat, older man greedily pulled her into an embrace.

The teacher giggled, purring seductively,

“I’ve given you everything I have. So, about this year’s awards…”

The fat man’s breath came in ragged gasps.

“My life is yours!”

The teacher’s giggles gradually turned into gasps.

The Evil Crow took a deep whiff of the laundry detergent on the black stockings, covered its beak, and let out a wicked cackle.

Just then, the Evil Crow’s eyes shot wide open.

It saw seven strange, black-robed figures push open the door and file inside.

The Evil Crow thought,

‘Things are getting kinky, huh? Are they going to have to take a number?’

Immediately after, a woman’s scream and the fat man’s angry curses erupted from the room.

“AHH!!! What’s happening? Who are you people?!”

“Who are you? Get out! Or I’m calling the police!”

The Evil Crow froze.

‘Oh, so they don’t know each other.’

The seven black-robed figures drifted before them like ghosts.

They circled the teacher and the fat man.

One of the black-robed figures stared at the fat man, its voice raspy.

“Lust.”

The next second, a dense darkness erupted from the robed figure.

The fat man screamed as his body was consumed by the darkness, vanishing completely…

Witnessing this, the female teacher was already shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.

Another black-robed figure stared at the teacher.

“Greed.”

Then, darkness erupted from that figure, enveloping the teacher and making her disappear from the office.

The terrified Evil Crow flapped its wings, desperate to flee the scene.

As one, the seven black-robed figures looked up at the Evil Crow as it flew into the night sky.

…

The Evil Crow sped away, glancing back over its shoulder.

Suddenly, its eyes widened in horror.

The seven black-robed figures had abruptly vanished from the office.

The Evil Crow sensed something and whipped its head around.

The seven black-robed figures were right in front of it!

The Evil Crow shook its head, flinging off the black stockings. Its eyes flashed with a cold light.

“You really think Master Hei is a pushover?”

A burst of white light erupted from the Evil Crow’s eyes as Yin Qi coiled around its body.

Every one of its feathers trembled, and spectral images of wailing souls could be seen upon them.

“SCREEE!”

The Evil Crow hadn’t opened its beak, yet the shriek resounded!

The shriek was the sound of the thousands upon thousands of vengeful spirits bound to the Evil Crow crying out in unison!

A terrifying wave of Yin Qi materialized into a physical force, blasting outward in all directions!

“BOOM!”

A deafening blast ripped through the air.

The Yin Qi was tearing everything in the vicinity to shreds!

The seven black-robed figures seemed not to notice at all. They took steps through the air, surrounding the Evil Crow.

They simply extended their hands. Nothing more, just a plain, unadorned gesture.

The Evil Crow’s murderous attack was neutralized with ease!

The wave of Yin Qi had been powerful enough to level the entire school, yet it hadn’t spread out at all.

All the damage, all the destruction, stopped dead within half a meter of them.

The Evil Crow’s beak dropped open in astonishment.

“This… this is… the power of the Western Emperor?!”

The seven black-robed figures did not answer.

They had no emotions, no capacity for thought.

They were like seven robots, capable only of executing their programming.

One of the black-robed figures murmured,

“Lust.”

It reached a hand toward the Evil Crow.

The Evil Crow covered its head in terror.

But after a long moment, nothing happened.

A flicker of confusion crossed the face hidden within the figure’s hood.

Another black-robed figure shook its head.

“Not Lust.”

It reached its hand toward the Evil Crow.

“It is Pride.”

The next second, darkness erupted.