Extra: Fourteenth Emperor's Wrath of the Red Lotus
Indra was crowned as the new emperor of heaven and ruled over the thirty-three heavens. The once turbulent city of Shanjian seemed to have finally ushered in the long-lost peace and order.
The new emperor possessed a peerless beauty, unfathomable power, and a seemingly gentle and compassionate disposition, naturally attracting countless admiring glances. The most daring and passionate of these was Yun He, a goddess of noble birth, renowned for her purity and beauty.
The Cloud Crane Goddess believed that she and Indra were a match made in heaven.
She was fascinated by the new emperor's golden eyes that were compassionate yet distant and indifferent, and obsessed with the unconscious charm that occasionally revealed under his holy demeanor.
She firmly believed that only a goddess of her status and appearance was worthy of standing beside Indra and sharing honor and eternity.
Therefore, whether it is a solemn court meeting, an elegant banquet, or a quiet lotus pond, one can always "accidentally" encounter the figure of the Cloud Crane Goddess.
She smiled sweetly, and her words were full of admiration and concern for Indra. Sometimes she offered him carefully prepared nectar, and sometimes she approached him in the name of discussing the way of heaven. The admiration and determination in her eyes were almost undisguised.
"Your Majesty, this is brewed by Yunhe himself with the morning dew. It is beneficial to cultivation. I hope Your Majesty will not despise it." She held the jade cup, bowed gracefully, her eyes moving, looking directly at Emperor Shitian.
Emperor Shitian took it, his expression calm as water, and nodded politely: "Thank you, Goddess."
His tone was distant, without any unnecessary emotion, as if he was accepting any ordinary tribute.
Yun He, however, saw this as progress and grew bolder. At a banquet attended by all the tribes, she even, under a touch of intoxication, sauntered to the foot of the throne, her voice soft but clear, "Your Majesty rules the heavens, your majesty unrivaled, but how can you be without a companion? Yun He, though a humble figure, is willing to serve Your Majesty and relieve you of your worries and burdens..." The innuendo in her words was already extremely explicit.
The hall instantly fell silent. The expressions of the immortals and gods varied, ranging from surprise, amusement, and disdain.
Emperor Shitian frowned slightly and was about to speak, but he felt a sudden burst of cold murderous energy that was almost condensed into substance beside him!
"Bang!"
The golden cup in Ashura's hand was crushed by his crush, and the scarlet wine flowed like blood across the back of his bronzed hand. He slowly sat up, his body lazily leaning against the back of the chair, his silver-gray hair moving without a breeze, and his crimson eyes, like the most ferocious demonic blades, pierced directly into the Cloud Crane Goddess.
The temperature of the entire hall seemed to drop to freezing point.
Yun He trembled in fear at that look, but relying on her status and her obsession with Indra, she forced herself to remain calm, even looking at Ashura provocatively: "Your Majesty Ashura, why are you so angry? This is an internal matter of our Celestial Clan. Although you are an ally, it seems inappropriate for you to interfere too much, right?"
She specifically emphasized "internal affairs of the Celestial Clan" and "allies" in an attempt to exclude Ashura.
Ashura smiled. That smile was devoid of warmth, only chilling cruelty and mockery. He slowly stood up, his towering figure casting a massive shadow, nearly covering Indra, who was standing beside the throne.
"Housekeeping?" His voice was low, but it was like thunder rolling through everyone's heart. "Who gave you the courage to covet my things?"
"Your...things?" Yun He's face paled, and he took a step back at this rude, direct, yet possessive declaration. "His Majesty Indra is the Celestial Emperor. How could... how could you call something 'thing'?"
"Hmph." Asura didn't bother to waste time talking to her. He took a step forward and appeared beside the throne like a ghost. He completely ignored the astonished gazes in the hall and suddenly reached out, pulling Indra up from the throne and holding him in his arms!
"Asura!" Indra called out softly, seeming somewhat dissatisfied with his sudden and rough behavior. A hint of surprise flashed in his golden eyes, but he did not really struggle.
Asura's arms clamped around Indra's waist like an iron clamp, locking him firmly in front of him. Their bodies pressed tightly together, leaving no gap. He lowered his head, and in front of everyone, he bit Indra's white neck fiercely!
It wasn't a kiss, it was a bite that carried punishment and a strong sense of possession, like a wild animal marking its property.
"Ugh..." Indra groaned, a sharp pain piercing his neck, followed by a damp, hot sensation. He could feel Asura's teeth digging into his skin, leaving a distinct mark. A small amount of golden divine blood oozed out, only to be swept away by Asura's tongue.
The entire audience was in uproar! The immortals and gods stood dumbfounded, watching their holy new emperor being imprisoned and marked in such a brutal manner by the Ghost King, and yet the new emperor...didn't push him away in anger?
The Cloud Crane Goddess turned pale and trembled all over. She pointed at Ashura and said, "You! How dare you be so disrespectful to His Majesty! Let His Majesty go!"
Ashura raised his head, a trace of golden blood still stained his lips, adding a touch of evil to his handsome yet sinister features. His crimson eyes swept over Yunhe as if he were an ant, then suddenly turned to Indra, grasped his chin, and forced him to look up.
"Tell her," Ashura's voice was hoarse and full of menace, his eyes blazing into Indra's golden eyes that were once again filled with ripples, "Who do you belong to?"
Indra looked at him, the bite mark on the side of his neck still hurting slightly. The undisguised jealousy, violence and deep panic in Asura's eyes strangely pleased him.
He sighed softly, seeming somewhat helpless and indulgent. Instead of answering directly, he raised his hand and gently wiped the blood from Ashura's lips with his fingertips.
This action is more convincing than any words.
Asura's eyes darkened, no longer satisfied with this ambiguous response. He suddenly lowered his head and, in front of everyone, fiercely kissed Emperor Shitian on the lips!
It was a kiss full of predatory and declarative meaning, so overbearing that it brooked no rejection, and it almost took away all of Indra's breath.
After the initial stiffness, Indra slowly closed his eyes, his long golden eyelashes trembled slightly, and one hand rested weakly on Asura's strong arm, as if to reject, but also to please.
Inside the hall, you could hear a pin drop. The only sounds were the subtle clashing of lips and teeth, and the Cloud Crane Goddess's incredulous gasp.
After a long time, Asura let go of Indra, who was panting, with lips rosy and even slightly swollen.
He still held the person tightly in his arms, his red eyes scanning the entire room, finally landing on the pale Yun He, his voice cold and arrogant:
"See clearly? He is my Emperor Shitian." "Whoever dares to have any thoughts that shouldn't be thought of will be like this case!"
He swung his other free hand violently, and a hard jade table in the distance instantly shattered and turned into powder!
A strong ghostly aura and murderous intent filled the entire hall, shocking everyone's heart. No one dared to speak, and no one even dared to look directly at the two people hugging each other.
The Cloud Crane Goddess staggered back several steps, her face as pale as paper, her eyes filled with shock, fear, and despair of shattered dreams. Finally, she covered her face and ran away.
Ashura didn't even look at her again. He just lowered his head and rested his forehead against Indra's. His voice still carried the lingering anger, but it was much lowered, as if only for him to hear: "Did you enjoy it just now?"
Indra was breathing slightly, his golden eyes sparkling with light. He glared at him with a look that seemed to be filled with anger and resentment, but there was no real intention of blaming him. Instead, he raised his hand and gently stroked the clear teeth marks on the side of his neck.
"Ashura...you are really...getting more and more outrageous."
Having said that, he still leaned in Ashura's arms, showing no intention of leaving.
The new emperor's indulgence, the Ghost King's dominance, and the unmistakable intimacy and possession.
From then on, the entire Thirty-three Heavens understood completely that their new emperor had already been taken, and that "master" was a cruel and domineering ghost god who would never tolerate any provocation or covetousness.
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