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Ye Chuanze heard this and paused, his fingers gripping the wine cup tightening as he raised his eyes to Eastern Emperor Taiyi, his gaze inscrutable. After a long silence, he asked, "Why is the Demon Clan at war with the Witch Clan?"
"For survival," Eastern Emperor Taiyi replied.
"What does survival mean?" Ye Chuanze inquired again.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi looked at him and said, "Do you know how many members the Primordial Demon Clan has now? How many did the Demon Clan have a thousand years ago?"
Without waiting for an answer, Eastern Emperor Taiyi continued, "Currently, the number of the Demon Clan is in the tens of thousands, whereas a thousand years ago, it was merely a few thousand. When the Heavenly Palace was first established, there were only a handful of people, but now it is overcrowded." He paused and looked at Ye Chuanze, speaking emphatically, "We need more territory to accommodate our people. As rulers, we must act like rulers."
Ye Chuanze was momentarily speechless, his expression solemn. After a while, he finally released his grip on the wine cup and said, "Eastern Emperor Taiyi, you truly are Eastern Emperor Taiyi, what a ruler you are!"
"I raise this cup to you," Ye Chuanze said as he lifted his cup toward him.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi silently raised his cup and lightly clinked it with Ye Chuanze, then tilted his head back to drink.
"Ha!" After finishing his drink, Ye Chuanze said, "Based on your words today, I will grant your request. I will fight for the Demon Clan and for its survival; it is my duty!"
In their positions of power within the Demon Clan, Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Ye Chuanze thought differently from the ordinary members of their race. Those at the grassroots level might be fighting against the Witch Clan due to personal grievances or interests, while Eastern Emperor Taiyi saw a broader perspective. The Demon Clan needed more territory and resources to thrive and settle their people. The sky and land were ultimately where the Demon Clan could prosper. The Primordial Land had long been controlled by the Witch Clan, so if the Demon Clan wanted more territory, they would inevitably have to seize it from them. This was the fundamental reason behind Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Demon Emperor Di Jun launching the War of the Lich, a battle for survival and propagation.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi raised his cup and looked at Ye Chuanze, saying, "This cup of wine is for you, my friend. Your righteousness is commendable!"
With a light laugh, Ye Chuanze picked up his cup and replied, "You flatter me!"
With a crisp sound, their cups clinked together before they both drank deeply.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi successfully persuaded two gods of the Demon Clan and ten Great Sages to join in battle for their race. Together with Fuxi, they were known as the Demon Gods, standing side by side as they began their long struggle against the Witch Clan, which would last for a millennium.
Dressed in black and wielding a spear, Ye Chuanze was handsome yet cold in demeanor, exuding an imposing aura. On the battlefield against the Lich, clad in black attire, he fought fiercely with his spear amidst bloodshed, leading thousands of demon warriors to achieve remarkable victories. Within the Demon Clan, the reputation of Demon God Ye Chuanze soared; he gained countless admirers and instilled fear in many.
His friend, the Demon God Fuxi, was dressed in white, with a demeanor as warm as jade and an elegant presence like orchids, embodying the essence of a celestial being. On the battlefield, he showed no mercy to his enemies, growing increasingly cold and aloof.
The two divine beings of the demon race, one cold and proud, one black and white, instilled fear in their enemies on the battlefield.
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Thirty-Three Heavens, Purple Cloud Palace.
Inside the Listening Tide Pavilion,
A man in black lay with his eyes closed on a soft couch made of golden oak. His unbound black hair fell messily around him, and his face was thin with a sharp chin. A Black Lotus bloomed on his forehead, revealing a delicate beauty. His eyebrows arched elegantly, eyes closed in feigned slumber, with thin lips and a straight nose; his handsome face was icy cold, keeping others at bay.
With a creak, the closed door was pushed open from the outside by a Purple-Clad Daoist.
Hongjun gently closed the door behind him and walked over to the couch, stopping beside the reclining figure. Even in sleep, the man's expression remained frigid; his lips were pressed tightly together, and his brow furrowed, revealing an unmasked aura of hostility and bloodlust—like a sharp icicle formed on a cliff in a frozen wasteland, ever ready to pierce through enemies.
After some time apart, the hostility surrounding this man had intensified; the mark of the Black Lotus on his forehead had grown darker. Hongjun looked at Ye Chuanze on the couch, frowning. The prolonged battles had only deepened this already hostile man's aura of slaughter and bloodshed. Even the profound blessings of Merit Golden Light could not dispel the malevolent energy surrounding him; he was ensnared by Karma!
A millennium of planning had been ruined in an instant!
Hongjun felt an undeniable anger rise within him. He had schemed for over a thousand years for this man, sharing his fortune and enjoying his Merit, hoping to alleviate Ye Chuanze's murderous aura and Karma. Who would have thought that all his painstaking efforts would ultimately be destroyed by this man himself? During the Lich War, Ye Chuanze, as the commander of the demon race, led millions into battle against the Witch Clan. Countless souls perished under his spear, burdening him with immeasurable Karma.
Now, looking at Ye Chuanze, the once radiant Merit Golden Light around him had dimmed, replaced by an unabashed aura of bloodshed and slaughter. With such entanglement in Karma, how could he achieve the Great Dao! With such bloody malice, how could he become immortal?
Suddenly filled with anger, Hongjun wanted to voice his questions but moved his lips only to end up saying nothing; he closed his eyes instead.
"What are you thinking about?" A slightly hoarse voice suddenly broke through. Hongjun opened his eyes to find that Ye Chuanze had awakened at some point, staring at him with clear eyes devoid of any lingering drowsiness.
Seeing that he did not respond, Ye Chuanze propped himself up on one elbow while rubbing his head with one hand. His long black hair flowed like fine silk through his fingers. With a somewhat troubled expression, he said, "Your expression seems to indicate you're not in a good mood?"
Hongjun continued to silently gaze at him without speaking.
"Feeling down? Tell me, why are you unhappy?" Ye Chuanze suddenly leaned in, his dark hair brushing against Hongjun's face, sending a tingling sensation through him.
Ye Chuanze and Hongjun were very close, close enough for Ye Chuanze to effortlessly count the eyelashes on Hongjun's eyes. They faced each other, their breaths audible. Ye Chuanze's gaze was fixed on Hongjun's fair and handsome face, unwavering and intense. Throughout this entire process, Hongjun remained calm and composed, showing no signs of change in color, cold and indifferent.
The two stood there in a tense standoff, Ye Chuanze staring unblinkingly at Hongjun, his gaze fervent as if he wanted to imprint Hongjun in his heart. In contrast, Hongjun's expression was cold and devoid of emotion, his eyes steadily fixed ahead without a hint of fluctuation.
Suddenly, Ye Chuanze smiled and said with a chuckle in his voice, "Master, I've just realized that your eyelashes are long and thick, like... like a woman’s. No, even more beautiful than a woman's."
This time, Hongjun reacted. He withdrew his gaze to look at Ye Chuanze and replied in a tone that was neither angry nor pleased, "Do not speak nonsense."
Ye Chuanze let out a light laugh and lazily leaned back, saying, "You keep your thoughts to yourself and sulk alone; doesn't that make you seem like a woman?"
Hongjun frowned at this remark, his expression displeased.
Ye Chuanze paid no mind to his expression and continued, "Are you angry? Why are you angry?"
After waiting for a while without hearing an answer from Hongjun, Ye Chuanze chuckled self-deprecatingly. Hongjun had always been like this; he was reluctant to speak whether he was happy or angry. Others had to carefully guess his thoughts, and Ye Chuanze was among them. Over time, Ye Chuanze grew impatient and annoyed. Why couldn't Hongjun just tell him directly what he was thinking? This mutual concealment only made him feel exhausted.
With a weary expression, Ye Chuanze reached up to rub his temples and said, "If you don't speak, how can I know why you're angry? If you don't say anything, how can I know what to correct?"
"You always do this," Ye Chuanze said tiredly. "I regret it; perhaps I shouldn't have gotten involved with you from the start. We're not suited for each other at all."
"What are you doing!?" A hand grabbed his wrist tightly, the grip so strong that it caused Ye Chuanze pain. He looked up to see Hongjun staring at him with dark eyes that were deep and intense.
"I've never heard you say that before; you've never said it," Hongjun said calmly as he looked at him.
It took Ye Chuanze half a minute to understand what he meant by that statement. He was taken aback before bursting into laughter. "Hongjun, you really know how to deceive yourself!"
Hongjun ignored his mockery and quietly watched him with a sardonic smile before wrapping one arm around his waist and leaning over him.
Ye Chuanze tilted his neck back defiantly as he looked at him with a challenging expression on his face that conveyed pride and disdain. Hongjun reached out to cover his eyes and then leaned in closer, lowering his head to kiss his lips.
Hongjun was proud and disdainful of explanations, and Ye Chuanze was equally too proud to bother explaining. With two such aloof individuals, one dismissive and the other indifferent, there were rarely any furious arguments typical of lovers; instead, they often engaged in cold wars, exchanging not a single word. All their conflicts and disputes were buried deep within, unworthy of explanation.
Hongjun kissed Ye Chuanze's lips, their mouths brushing against each other, quickly igniting a fire between them. Hongjun's breath became unsteady, and gentle kisses turned into fierce bites, passionately nibbling and licking the lips of the person beneath him. Ye Chuanze was never one to suppress his desires; Hongjun's teasing had already stirred his emotions and awakened his desires, prompting him to respond with unrestrained enthusiasm.
The two soon became a tangle of limbs, clothes disheveled. Ye Chuanze wrapped his arms around Hongjun's neck, passionately kissing him back as their lips and tongues intertwined in a fierce exchange of kisses and saliva.
After a long while, they finally pulled apart, gasping for air.
Hongjun lowered his gaze slightly, looking at Ye Chuanze, whose shirt was wide open, revealing a large expanse of smooth, fair skin. His eyes darkened. He leaned down, hands tugging at Ye Chuanze's belt, and pressed his hot lips against Ye Chuanze's chest in a way that was completely different from his usual demeanor. Ye Chuanze, head tilted back and breathing heavily, managed a smile as he wrapped his arms around Hongjun's head, burying himself in Hongjun's neck to absorb his passion and fiery affection.
It was unclear who made the first move, but by the time they realized it, both of their clothes had been stripped away. They stood bare before each other, completely exposed. Embracing tightly, their skin touched without barriers as they felt each other's heat. Their legs intertwined closely as they shared passionate deep kisses.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Chuanze lifted his thigh and placed it on Hongjun's shoulder as something hot and hard pushed into him. Ye Chuanze bit down hard on his lip to stifle any sound. The man above him was dissatisfied with this reaction and roughly thrust deeper inside him. This sudden invasion caught the unprepared Ye Chuanze off guard, eliciting a startled gasp.
"Ha..."
A triumphant chuckle came from above. Hearing this made Ye Chuanze feel indignant; he bared his teeth and bit down on Hongjun's shoulder in retaliation. The response was met with even more intense thrusts.
On the narrow soft couch, two tall adult men were tightly entwined together, lost in each other's embrace as they moaned softly. The violent thrusts brought waves of intense pleasure that left Ye Chuanze dizzy and overwhelmed, sinking into the ocean of desire without concern for anything else. Just like countless times before, this cold war ended without resolution once again; the unspoken conflicts were buried yet again.
For two equally proud men who disdain explanations, nothing could resolve their issues better than an exhilarating affair.
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