They Are Archenemies, But They Have A Child - Chapter 97

Chapter 97: A Repeat Offense (The Second Time Around)

“Leng Licí, I haven’t even gone to find you yet, and you’ve delivered yourself right to my doorstep?”

Yun Qingwu’s eyes were icy, and he spoke with a cold voice.

Leng Licí’s gaze sharpened. His body reacted faster than his consciousness. He raised his right hand to block, and the gold bracelet on his wrist formed a shield, deflecting the ice spear’s attack.

He flipped backward to dodge, exclaiming in anger, “Yun Qingwu! Has a donkey kicked your head again?”

“Less nonsense! Since you dared to trespass today, don’t expect to leave unscathed.” With that, Yun Qingwu spun his ice spear half-circle in mid-air and launched another attack.

“Good, very good.” Leng Licí stared at Yun Qingwu, anger turning into laughter.

He drew his bone sword, flipped, and the bone sword spun, carrying flames toward Yun Qingwu. He had been suppressing considerable anger these past few days, and it was a miracle he had held back until now. He was just looking for a place to vent.

Yun Qingwu summoned ice and snow to counteract the flames. When the ice and snow touched the intense heat, his brow twitched. The attack seemed powerful, but it lacked significant killing intent.

This was not Leng Licí’s style.

“What? Did you specifically come here to die today?” Yun Qingwu’s expression darkened. A killing blow shot through the flames, heading straight for Leng Licí’s neck.

Leng Licí dodged sideways, but the rapidly approaching ice blade still left a streak of blood on his neck. A vicious glare flashed in his eyes. “Yun Qingwu, are you serious?”

Yun Qingwu followed up with another strike. “When have you and I ever been in a relationship that allowed for jokes?”

“Fine.”

Leng Licí sneered. The burning anger in his heart, coupled with his competitive spirit, completely consumed his reason. Today, he absolutely had to make Yun Qingwu admit defeat!

Red light and white light collided, then bounced off each other. Instantly, the surrounding immortal trees trembled and nervously retracted their blossoms. The innocent statues were scattered and damaged, lying headless in various corners. The other Heavenly Soldiers who rushed to the scene could not find a window to intervene.

Jù Qīng stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the two fighting fiercely. He wondered, “Did this Fox Demon come specifically to fight the Lord Prime?”

Yang Yuanli walked over, arms crossed, and scoffed. “If you two are about to enter a contract, this fight is already quite late.”

Jù Qīng’s face was calm, but his inner mind had already generated several volumes of mortal romance stories. He nodded.

No wonder the fight between these two reeked of a spurned lover.

However, this Lord Prime is certainly not what he seems.

Yún Chuān lacked the curiosity of the other two. He watched his two sons with a worried expression, fearing Yun Qingwu might do something irreversible under these circumstances.

But after watching for a while, he felt a little relieved.

When his own son truly went all out, he was completely ruthless, but ironically, the two had achieved a balance where neither could truly harm the other.

Still, this couldn’t continue. Yún Chuān watched the two intently, looking for a moment to intervene. If he succeeded, he could use the opportunity to let Yun Qingwu leave the Heavenly Realm first.

Boom—!

With a loud crash, the two who had been fighting intensely in mid-air abruptly fell simultaneously, kneeling on the ground.

Leng Licí looked at Yun Qingwu in disbelief. The light in his eyes suddenly dimmed. “Did you truly want to kill me?”

Yun Qingwu was momentarily confused by the sudden change. He gasped for breath, glaring at Leng Licí. “What trick are you pulling now? What new move is this?”

Leng Licí stared at Yun Qingwu, his brow furrowed, finally sensing that something was wrong with the other man.

“You don’t know why this is happening?”

“Am I supposed to know?”

Yun Qingwu’s tone was impatient. He gripped his spear, intending to press the attack, but the moment he made his move, his already struggling body weakened again, and half of the ice spear turned watery.

Leng Licí, who was involuntarily suffering the same effect, said through gritted teeth, “Stop moving!”

“Don’t think that just because of this, I can’t deal with you.” Yun Qingwu immediately tossed the ice spear aside and lunged forward with his fists.

However, before his fist could reach Leng Licí’s face, a soft dēng sound rang out, and he suddenly plunged into darkness, fainting in Leng Licí’s arms.

Leng Licí caught him, throwing him over his shoulder, and looked at Yún Chuān in the corner. Yún Chuān retracted his hand, winked, and mouthed, “Take him, quickly.”

Leng Licí no longer hesitated, hoisting Yun Qingwu onto his shoulder, and flew down from the Heavenly Realm.

Yang Yuanli gave a tsk and turned to leave.

Jù Qīng, meanwhile, was dumbfounded but with a hint of hidden excitement.

My partner was snatched away! Does that mean I don’t have to have children?!

Good snatching! Don’t come back!

He looked calmly at the recovering, somewhat flustered Heavenly Soldiers and Generals. He reassured them, “This was an exercise pre-planned by the Lord Prime. There’s no need to worry. Disperse.”

The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals exchanged confused glances, hesitating.

Yún Chuān walked up at the right moment. “The truth is as the Spring God said. Everyone needs to refine their skills. Return to your posts.”

The words of the Scarlet Flame God Lord carried some weight. The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals finally dispersed, grumbling.

Yún Chuān looked into the distance.

Little Cí, Qingwu is in your hands now.

…

Mount You Su

The demons of Mount You Su watched wide-eyed as their Exalted One carried the Heavenly Realm’s Lord Prime all the way back to the Separation Palace. All sorts of speculation ran rampant.

Hóng Suí: “Tsk, a repeat offense, huh?”

Dān Mù looked astonished. “He really did go and steal the bride! As expected of the Exalted One! How dominant!”

…

Outside the window, the sunlight faded. The last glow of the setting sun clung on before the night arrived.

Yun Qingwu’s eyelashes fluttered. He opened his eyes hazily, his brow tightly furrowed. He felt dizzy. He instinctively reached up to rub his aching forehead, but as soon as his right hand moved, the clattering of chains rang out simultaneously.

He was instantly startled, his mind snapping back to full awareness.

He remembered fighting with Leng Licí, and then… then he suddenly lost consciousness.

Where is this?

Yun Qingwu cautiously looked around. He saw a dim room. Only a single faint yellow lamp on a nearby table weakly fought against the darkness.

He moved his hands, then his feet. Without exception, all were bound by chains.

“You’re awake?” A deep, cold voice sounded from the shadows.

Yun Qingwu looked toward the source of the voice. In the gloom, he saw a figure. Fragments of light from outside the window fell upon the person’s eyes, illuminating a pair of familiar golden phoenix eyes.

These eyes currently held suppressed anger and a hint of emotion that was difficult for him to decipher.

His gaze narrowed slightly, and his body tensed. “Leng Licí? Where have you taken me?”

“You promised me you would return within seven days.”

Leng Licí suddenly closed the distance, trapping Yun Qingwu between himself and the headboard, his gaze fixed intensely on Yun Qingwu’s eyes.

They were so close that any further movement would result in a kiss.

Yun Qingwu instinctively leaned backward, his eyes filled with disgust. “What are you talking about? If you want to kill me or torture me, just get it over with.”

“Fine. Then this Lord will grant your wish.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Licí grabbed the back of Yun Qingwu’s head and lowered his own, kissing him.

The warm, forceful contact momentarily stunned Yun Qingwu. The next second, he realized what Leng Licí was doing and began to struggle violently. “Mmm—you mmm—what are you doing—”

However, the answer was a more ferocious clash of lips and tongues.

The tongue that invaded his mouth was fiercely aggressive, leaving a tingling numbness everywhere it swept. Yun Qingwu’s breathing became strained. He pushed against Leng Licí’s chest with his hands, tilting his head back constantly, trying to snatch a breath of air in the chaos.

But this seemed to only infuriate Leng Licí further. He bit down hard with his teeth.

Yun Qingwu hissed and quickly tasted the metallic flavor of blood in his mouth. This completely exhausted his patience. He switched from defense to offense, biting back.

The moment he bit down on the tip of the other man’s tongue, he should have used his teeth to bite it off, but for some reason, at the last minute, Yun Qingwu couldn’t help but suckle on it instead.

The atmosphere, which had been like a beast fight, abruptly shifted to one of ambiguous, seductive licking and entanglement.

Yun Qingwu ceased his resistance, yielding to Leng Licí’s body, leaning his whole weight against the headboard. His hand unconsciously reached toward Leng Licí’s neck, but upon touching a familiar object, his reason instantly rushed back.

What was he doing?!

Yun Qingwu pushed the person on top of him away, panting heavily. He stared intensely at the Bái Zé Horn around Leng Licí’s neck, his eyes scrutinizing. “How did this end up in your hands?”

Leng Licí retreated slightly, grasping the Bái Zé Horn with his right hand. He frowned. “I told you, once something is given to me, there is no possibility of taking it back.”

“Given to you?” Yun Qingwu’s eyes flickered, his emotions fluctuating wildly. That item contained a wisp of his divine consciousness. How could he have given it to Leng Licí?

“What exactly are you plotting?” Yun Qingwu clenched the bedding tightly, twisting it into a knot.

A knock sounded from outside. The voice of the Ear Mouse came through. “Exalted One.”

Leng Licí’s gaze was sharp and cold. “That is what you should be reflecting on.”

With that, he stood up and walked toward the outer room.

Ear Mouse: “He has his Earth Soul, Heaven Soul, and Strength Consciousness sealed. If it were just the two souls, Exalted One, you could still use spiritual power to unseal them, but the Strength Consciousness requires a safer method—for example, the deity or demon who cast the spell. If handled improperly, the person is prone to lose their mind or even lose their life.”

Leng Licí’s lips were pressed into a thin line, his right hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist.

…

Simultaneously, in the inner room, Yun Qingwu leaned against the headboard, his expression serious. The warmth of that person still lingered on his lips and tongue, and strangely, he felt no repulsion toward it; in fact… he felt a slight reluctance to let it go.

He reached up and touched his lips.

What is going on?

“Daddy!”

A tender voice sounded, immediately followed by a soft pink bundle that leaped into his arms. Before Yun Qingwu’s thoughts could return, his hands automatically caught her.

He looked at the little white bundle, his brow furrowed even tighter. “What did you call me?”

“Daddy!” Little Dāo climbed onto Yun Qingwu’s body, looking up and smiling brightly.

Yun Qingwu’s mind was filled with shock and uncertainty. Avoiding any suspicion, he lifted Little Dāo and placed her to the side, saying sternly, “I am not your father. Don’t call me that randomly.”

“How are you not her father? Are you trying to deny responsibility now that you’re about to enter a contract with someone else?”

Dān Mù walked into the inner room, carrying a tray of food, which she almost threw onto the table with a pēng.

Little Dāo, seeing her daddy suddenly deny her, pouted her little mouth. “Daddy…”

Yun Qingwu looked at Dān Mù, then at Little Dāo. His already dizzy head was ringing loudly. He hesitated. “Are you her mother? I don’t recall us having any involvement.”

Dān Mù’s eyes widened. She pointed an outstretched finger at Yun Qingwu. “You, you, what nonsense are you sprouting! Yun Qingwu, what act are you putting on?”

Ice formed in Yun Qingwu’s blue eyes. “What act are you all putting on?”

“A-dàd!”

Leng Licí walked into the inner room. Little Dāo, in the tense atmosphere, seemed to see a savior and immediately called out affectionately.

“I said I’m not your—”

Yun Qingwu stopped mid-sentence, seeing the direction in which Little Dāo reached out. His expression changed several times in that moment.

What exactly is going on?!

Leng Licí walked closer, letting Little Dāo embrace him, deep in thought.

Dān Mù scoffed and complained. “Exalted One, he’s trying to deny responsibility! This heartless man, you absolutely cannot let him off easily!”

Heartless man?

Yun Qingwu’s shock intensified. He glanced at Little Dāo, then his gaze fell onto Leng Licí’s face.

Who?

Him?

Who did he wrong?

Leng Licí?