Chapter 128 World Five (End)

Prince Rong Zhao raised his legs and placed the small lotus flower filled with clear water between his legs.

With his arms slightly open, Prince Rong Zhao said coldly to Bao Shan, who was standing not far away, "Come here."

Baoshan looked ignorant and sat meekly in the narrow space.

Though she was naturally slender, the space Prince Rong Zhao had left her was too narrow, and her soft body inevitably brushed against his solid, powerful chest. Baoshan was wearing the same dark dress Prince Rong Zhao had left behind when they first met her. She nestled in Prince Rong Zhao's arms, her color matching his own. The two of them clung to each other, their dark clothes seemingly merging into one.

Prince Rong Zhao naturally recognized that what Bao Shan was wearing was his former outer robe, and his cold brows gradually relaxed.

Prince Rong Zhao stretched out his long finger, lifted a strand of black hair from the treasure fan, and looked at it solemnly.

Baoshan held her true lotus form in her palm. Her clear eyes shimmered with ripples of water. She deliberately softened her voice and called out softly, "Master."

Prince Rong Zhao's fingers stiffened slightly, and he responded in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

Bao Shan's thoughts turned, remembering how, back in the mortal world, she had only to speak softly and act coquettishly. No matter what she asked, Prince Rong Zhao would satisfy her. So, Bao Shan followed suit, resting her head against Prince Rong Zhao's chest, and speaking in a soft and sweet voice, "Master, would you please give this true-form lotus to the Immortal Lord Zhenyu?"

The temperature around Prince Rong Zhao suddenly turned a fraction colder. His dark eyes instilled fear in everyone. Bao Shan flinched slightly at this. He loosened his fingers from caressing her hair and lowered his palm, grasping her willow-like waist with a slight pressure.

A lotus face with a refreshing fragrance was right next to Prince Rong Zhao's nose.

Prince Rong Zhao was filled with anger, but his expression remained unchanged, except for his thick eyebrows which were slightly furrowed.

Prince Rong Zhao was originally in a good mood because of Bao Shan's closeness and goodwill. He never thought that this scene of the beauty's coquettish anger was not for him, but for the Immortal Lord Zhenyu.

"Like the truth?"

Baoshan nodded slightly.

Immortal Zhenyu is a kind and gentle person, so she naturally likes him.

Prince Rong Zhao frowned.

Bao Shan's watery eyes trembled slightly, and she added softly, "I like Immortal Lord Zhenyu, and I also like my master."

Prince Rong Zhao was not satisfied, and he wanted to convey all his emotions to the treasured fan.

The coolness of her lips imprinted on her porcelain-white cheek. Bao Shan's skin was so delicate that even the slightest pressure left a red mark.

Prince Rong Zhao lingered on the skin under his eyelids. He licked it gently and bit the soft flesh with his teeth.

Her frosty skin suddenly turned a light pink, not sure if it was because of shyness or because Prince Rong Zhao was too forceful.

Prince Rong Zhao carefully rubbed and tasted the skin on Bao Shan's cheek. He could clearly feel the tiny hairs rubbing against his face gently, causing waves of itchiness.

Baoshan cried out softly: "It hurts, Master, please don't bite..."

Prince Rong Zhao barely paused. He gently pecked Bao Shan's delicate cheek, as if coaxing her: "Then where should I bite?"

You have to choose one.

Bao Shan's eyes dimmed slightly. After a moment's thought, she shyly made her decision in a weak voice, "Lips and teeth..."

Prince Rong Zhao's voice was hoarse with patience: "As you wish."

It was obvious that he wanted to be in close contact with her, but he refused to speak up. Instead, he coaxed Baoshan into begging him.

When their soft lips touched, Crown Prince Rong Zhao stiffened slightly and paused for a moment. Bao Shan opened his lips, his voice full of doubt: "Master?"

The next moment, there was a violent downpour and continuous drizzle.

The treasured fan was like a small boat tossed in the wind and rain, and she tried to seek help from Prince Rong Zhao, but she had no idea that Prince Rong Zhao was the culprit of the storm.

The slender, white jade arms were wrapped around Prince Rong Zhao's neck. He leaned forward to make the precious fan hold him more comfortably.

The full moon that he had been thinking about day and night appeared brightly in front of Prince Rong Zhao. Without hesitation, he picked up the full moon that was shining with soft silver light from the clear spring like a wild wolf in the mountains.

The dark black clothes thrown on the ground merged into one, and it was impossible to tell which was the woman's dress and which was the man's outer robe.

Just like their masters, they are close to each other and there is no distinction between you and me.

Prince Rong Zhao kissed Bao Shan's eyes, and looked at his own figure reflected in those clear eyes, and the depression in his heart was slightly dispelled.

After returning to the Ninth Heaven, Prince Rong Zhao went to the Immortal Lord Yueyuan and retested his love thread.

Prince Rong Zhao placed his broad palm on the round white jade stone. The originally light red love thread showed no signs of fading, but now it became even more crimson like blood.

Immortal Yueyuan's eyes widened as he muttered, "It seems that your Highness's efforts to endure the tribulation were in vain."

How could it be in vain.

I listened as Immortal Yueyuan offered many good suggestions, trying to help Prince Rong Zhao get rid of his romantic feelings.

Prince Rong Zhao refused coldly, he had already accepted the existence of love.

This didn't mean he was willing to be bound by the laws of heaven, to the azure sky and the underworld. If anyone could truly bind him, it wouldn't be the so-called laws of heaven or the threads of love, but rather...

On the fair and tender skin, there were traces of Prince Rong Zhao, some deep and shallow tooth marks, which made Bao Shan let out a slight sound.

Prince Rong Zhao comforted Bao Shan with a kiss, and finally coaxed her to stop crying.

Prince Rong Zhao stopped what he was doing and asked Bao Shan, "Do you feel happy about this?"

What answered him was Baoshan's blushing cheeks and a mosquito-like soft hum.

Prince Rong Zhao, however, did not feel relieved. His eyes were deep and serious, and he asked, "Why are you so happy?"

Baoshan looked innocent and naive, "Because he's my master. It's a pleasure to do anything with him. And, it's the same in the mortal world..."

A dim light flashed across Prince Rong Zhao's dark eyes. This was not the answer he wanted.

Prince Rong Zhao turned sideways and looked at the robe thrown on the ground, where the white jade pebble of Immortal Lord Yueyuan was placed.

All you need to do is take out the white jade pebble and let Baoshan test it, and you will know whether Baoshan has developed feelings for him after all the lives in the mortal world.

However, Prince Rong Zhao, who used to act decisively and not be controlled by emotions, suddenly became hesitant.

What if after using the white jade round stone, the soft and tender tip of the treasure fan is still smooth?

Seeing the cold expression on Crown Prince Rong Zhao's face, and the precious fan held in his arms, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and placed a soft kiss on Crown Prince Rong Zhao's chin.

Baoshan frowned slightly, looking fragile: "Is the master unhappy?"

Wouldn't Prince Rong Zhao be happy to be with her?

Prince Rong Zhao looked downcast, leaned forward, and his words became unclear.

"How can I not be happy?"

Prince Rong Zhao gave up the idea of using the treasure fan to test his love. What does it matter if there is love? What does it matter if there is love?

In the Three Realms, the treasure fan can only belong to Rong Zhao, and no one else can get it.

The two of them fooled around for a long time before Crown Prince Rong Zhao suddenly turned cold and said in a deep voice, "Although I have done these intimate things with you, I am not attracted to you."

Bao Shan's eyebrows curved, and she didn't feel any pain at all because of Prince Rong Zhao's indifference. She spoke softly, "I am happy for my master."

But it was just joy, without any happiness at all.

Prince Rong Zhao's stern expression relaxed slightly. He took the lotus-shaped treasure fan in his palm and kneaded it wantonly.

Prince Rong Zhao seemed to know the soft spot of the lotus petals, and pressed his fingers there neither lightly nor heavily.

Baoshan's cheeks flushed red, and she forced herself to endure so that the embarrassing words would not leak out of her lips.

"Master, Little Lotus..."

Prince Rong Zhao's eyes were filled with warning: "Don't mention the matter of giving me the lotus flower again."

Baoshan responded with a flushed face.

How can the little lotus that communicates with the treasure fan be given to the Immortal Lord Zhenyu?

Although the experience of going down to the mortal world failed to erase Prince Rong Zhao's sentimental feelings, it made him think about pacifying the three realms.

However, if he were to follow the past Prince Rong Zhao, he would definitely use ruthless means and pay every possible price to retake the Three Realms.

But if the three realms were to go to war, Liu Sheng He Yan would inevitably become a wasteland due to the terrain.

Prince Rong Zhao finally made a decision and adopted another gentler approach.

Demon world.

The little demons abandoned their weapons and armor and fled in all directions. From the dark river came the sound of sobbing, like a thousand different cries intertwined together, which was terrifying.

But Prince Rong Zhao looked calm, his expression stern, and he walked across the dark river with steady steps.

Prince Rong Zhao's hair was loose, and there was a long bloodstain on the peak of his brow, with red and black colors intertwined, which made everyone in the demon world more frightened and they dared not look up to take a closer look.

Immortal Lord Yueyuan took the order to investigate the people in the demon world, and when he came back, a conflicted look appeared on his face.

Seeing that Prince Rong Zhao had tired eyes and brows, Immortal Lord Yueyuan hesitated for a moment, but still walked forward and told Prince Rong Zhao about the difficulties he had just witnessed.

"The Demon King has many concubines and children. I just took a careful inventory and discovered that one is missing."

Immortal Yueyuan paused, and seeing that Crown Prince Rongzhao wasn't curious, he continued, "That person is the Demon King's favorite, Princess Chunru. According to the little demons who serve Princess Chunru, the demon attendant around Princess Chunru got the news in advance and took Princess Chunru to the mortal world for refuge."

Crown Prince Rong Zhao frowned and looked up at Immortal Monarch Yueyuan: "Such a small matter would embarrass you."

Immortal Yueyuan sensed the chill from Crown Prince Rong Zhao and immediately said, "It's not difficult."

After Crown Prince Rong Zhao left, Yueyuan Immortal Monarch murmured, "He truly has a heart of stone. Princess Chunru has given you many gifts, even though Your Highness confiscated none of them..."

But this attitude towards strangers is enough to show that Prince Rong Zhao has never been moved by Princess Chunru.

Immortal Lord Yueyuan acted decisively and after conquering the demon world, at his request, Prince Rong Zhao gave all the soul-guiding butterflies in the demon world to Immortal Lord Yueyuan.

Immortal Yueyuan did not bother to capture Princess Chunru and her demon servant. Instead, he activated the Soul-Guiding Butterfly, letting it find their location and devour all their cultivation.

In this way, Princess Chunru and the demon servant became complete mortals.

According to what people in the demon world said, the demon servant once used secret techniques to help Princess Chunru disrupt the cause and effect of the mortal world.

Now that the laws of nature have turned against them, one can imagine the situation of the two in the mortal world.

Nine Heavens.

Baoshan was dressed as a celestial concubine and stood side by side with Fuling.

Fuling was depressed and complained aloud, "If I had paid more attention, I would have discovered Prince Rong Zhao's evil ambitions.

It is obvious that you and I depend on each other, but Prince Rong Zhao took advantage of you for no reason. He became the master because he was the first to see your human form.

After being the master for a long time, I want to transfer the title to the couch."

Prince Rong Zhao was invincible in his recovery of the three realms.

Although he is the prince of heaven, he also needs to be rewarded according to his merits.

After Prince Rong Zhao learned about this, he specially sent back a message that the rest of the rewards were all mediocre.

The most important thing is to make Baoshan his celestial concubine.

Prince Rong Zhao has no desires or requests. This is the only request he has ever uttered in thousands of years, and everyone in the Nine Heavens takes it very seriously.

The precious fan was then beautifully dressed up by the fairies and immortal kings, as if it were a reward from Prince Rong Zhao, and was placed in front of everyone so that Prince Rong Zhao could see the precious fan at first sight when he returned.

Baoshan gently tugged at Fuling's sleeve and said softly, "Master is not a wolf."

Where does this wolfish ambition come from?

Fuling felt even more heartbroken when she saw Baoshan's ignorant and naive look.

This was the little lotus that she had carefully nurtured, but it was broken by Prince Rong Zhao and taken away in his arms.

Seeing Bao Shan defending Prince Rong Zhao like this, Fuling became even more indignant: "He's just a wolf with evil intentions. He wants to tear off the petals of a weak and pitiful little lotus like you and eat it bite by bite."

Fuling raised her hand, wanting to touch Baoshan's nose as usual.

A cold wind blew, and before Fuling could lower her hand, there was no one in front of her. She raised her head and looked around, and saw the "wolf" she had mentioned - the dusty Prince Rong Zhao, who was half-holding the precious fan around his waist.

Prince Rong Zhao lowered his head, his tone heavy and pointed, "Be a wise little lotus and don't be disturbed by rumors."

Baoshan didn't understand what was going on and just nodded.

Fuling could only watch helplessly as Crown Prince Rong Zhao lifted up the treasured fan and held it horizontally. The immortal servants following behind Crown Prince Rong Zhao shouted at the top of their lungs, "A beauty worthy of a hero, a celestial concubine worthy of Your Highness, may everything go as you wish, may everything go as you wish!"

The Immortal Lord Yueyuan was surrounded by many fairies and immortal lords, who asked him for the colorful silk threads wrapped around his body.

The Immortal Lord Zhenyu had a gloomy look on his face. He stood there in a daze, with a look of struggle and hesitation on his face, but he finally raised his foot and chased after him.

In the vast sea of clouds, Prince Rong Zhao left for some reason, and Baoshan asked him to let her go and play with the clouds.

The soft clouds crowded together to caress the delicate fingers of the precious fan.

Immortal Zhenyu's eyes were dark: "Treasure fan."

Baoshan turned around and whispered, "Has Immortal Zhenyu found the lotus you desired?"

In order to compensate the Immortal Lord Zhenyu, Prince Rong Zhao transplanted all the lotus flowers in Liu Shengheyan's pond into the Immortal Lord Zhenyu's palace.

Immortal Zhenyu's expression shifted slightly, and after a moment of thought, he finally replied, "We can always find it."

In fact, that was not the case. He had already found it. However, this lotus had never belonged to him. When he was on earth, it was owned by someone else, and after he reached the Ninth Heaven, it remained the same.

Immortal Zhenyu wanted to say something else, but Prince Rong Zhao suddenly appeared. He walked to Baoshan and held Baoshan's hand intimately with a familiar attitude, as if he had done this thousands of times.

The Immortal Lord Zhenyu's body stiffened, he leaned forward slightly, bowed, and then left gracefully.

"If it's not urgent, why did you come back in such a hurry?"

Prince Rong Zhao had a stern expression on his face, and with his wide sleeves slightly raised, he set up a barrier around the vast sea of clouds.

People outside the barrier cannot hear or see the scenes inside the barrier.

Prince Rong Zhao raised the chin of the treasure fan and asked in a cold voice: "In a hurry, are you disturbing Zhenyu's good deeds?"

Bao Shan's eyes were clear as she asked in confusion, "What good news?"

He was clearly feeling bitter in his heart, but Baoshan was unaware of it. Prince Rong Zhao felt that this was really unfair.

He picked up the precious fan by the waist, and the two of them disappeared into the vast sea of clouds.

For a moment, it was impossible to distinguish between the white clouds and the smooth and delicate skin.

Although the clouds in the vast sea of clouds had not yet awakened their spiritual intelligence, Bao Shan still felt embarrassed nestling among them. However, her nature was soft, and her body was also extremely limp at this moment, so she could not offer any resistance at all.

The soft clouds touched Baoshan's knees and toes, extremely tenderly and sadly.

The light wetness made it difficult for Bao Shan to tell whether it was the touch of the clouds or the thin lips of Prince Rong Zhao.

The consciousness seemed to be separated from the body, floating up and down in this soft and vast sea of clouds.

Bao Shan could only rely on Prince Rong Zhao, and she put all her strength on Prince Rong Zhao.

The color of her skin is as white as clouds, with a hint of pink, which is bewitching.

In the dim light, Baoshan heard a soft sigh, which seemed to be a compromise, but also mixed with a bit of resentment.

"I don't... like you."

"If Zhenyu wants a lotus, I will give him one of our children, in the form of lotus flowers, in the future."

"Only yours is absolutely not allowed..."