"Wait… I… actually have a child…"
The moment Ye Xishui admitted it, Long Xiaoyao's expression turned blank. His face was full of disbelief, and his eyes instantly reddened.
Long Xiaoyao: Knowing the truth, I can't stop my tears from falling.
"You still haven't told me how you found out," Ye Xishui asked curiously. "I clearly never told anyone about this. The matter of giving birth to that child—only I knew about it. Even about that little fellow Yan Shaozhe, I only confirmed it myself after secretly investigating. So how exactly did you find out?"
Long Xiaoyao didn't speak. He silently handed Ye Xishui the two books—Phoenix Flirts with Twin Dragons and Kindred Spirits—then hesitated briefly before also passing over The Grand Elder's Secret Teachings.
Since these books had been published, Long Xiaoyao was the only person who had ever brought them directly to the Holy Spirit Cult's top leader to ask for clarification.
In truth, there was something else he wanted to ask: Could it be that Xuanzi was actually an undercover agent you all sent to Shrek Academy?
As an Ultimate Douluo himself, Long Xiaoyao couldn't imagine how useless Xuanzi would have to be to fail at protecting even a few children. The only logical explanation was that he'd been sent by the Holy Spirit Cult.
But then… why didn't I know about it?
Long Xiaoyao's mind was filled with questions, but before he could voice any of them, an abrupt surge of soul power interrupted his thoughts.
The first book he had handed over was Phoenix Flirts with Twin Dragons, so naturally, Ye Xishui started from that one.
As an Ultimate Douluo, her mental processing and visual speed were phenomenal. Reading a page per second while remembering every detail was child's play to her.
At first, she actually found it somewhat entertaining. Though the title Phoenix Flirts with Twin Dragons sounded strange, the early plot—about Mu En and Long Xiaoyao's rivalry and friendship in their youth—was reasonably realistic.
Both of them were deeply connected to her. Mu En was the man she had formally married, her husband in name. Long Xiaoyao was the man she truly loved—she had given him her body and even borne him a child.
Seeing their intertwined past written out rekindled old memories for her. Even as an Ultimate Douluo—who rarely found interest in anything anymore—Ye Xishui found herself drawn in.
Through the illustrated pages of Mu En and Long Xiaoyao appearing together, it was as though she had been pulled back in time, watching those two proud young men once again.
But as the saying goes—getting too immersed can be dangerous.
The more interesting the scenes between Mu En and Long Xiaoyao became, the redder her face got when she reached her own part. Especially when she reached the scenes of "taking turns standing her up" while the other man cried and told him to be gentle—her brain nearly short-circuited.
By that point, Ye Xishui's face was flushed crimson—not from embarrassment, but from sheer rage. The atmosphere around her crackled with fury, as if an automated voice was warning: "Danger! Danger!"
By the time she reached the so-called "Master of the Day, Ruler of the Night" segment, she completely lost it. Her scarlet nails tore through the book, shredding Phoenix Flirts with Twin Dragons into confetti in an instant.
"BASTARD!" Ye Xishui roared, her voice trembling with fury.
What the hell is this nonsense?!
Long Xiaoyao stood stiff as a board, not daring to move a muscle. Truthfully, he hadn't exactly felt calm while reading those scenes either. Though he hadn't erupted like Ye Xishui, his mind had also nearly collapsed.
After all, he was an Ultimate Douluo. Having someone dig up and rewrite his past in such a ridiculous, exaggerated, and perverted way would drive anyone mad.
What made it worse was how Ye Xishui's image in Phoenix Flirts with Twin Dragons had been reduced to a lust-driven caricature—heavily distorted and utterly humiliating.
A thick, blood-red aura began to spread from Ye Xishui's body. The killing intent in the air became suffocating. From her slender frame radiated not beauty, but a chilling sense of death—a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood formed by countless lives she had taken.
Behind her, the spectral shadow of her martial soul—Blood Soul Demon Puppet—loomed ominously. Six black and three red soul rings flickered faintly, proof of how enraged she truly was.
Long Xiaoyao, on the other hand, though he appeared equally angry on the surface, didn't actually feel much wrath in his heart.
Strangely enough, compared to his real life, the him in the book actually looked like a winner.
He not only stole Mu En's wife but did it right in front of him, and Mu En even ended up acting like some kind of tragic cuckolded hero. The child born from it all was also Long Xiaoyao's. Mu En got absolutely nothing. The whole plot was absurd.
And yet, in reality?
He, Long Xiaoyao, was nothing more than Ye Xishui's pathetic admirer.
Aside from that one passionate night, for nearly two hundred years, he hadn't even held her hand. He didn't dare dream of being with her—he could only hope that maybe one day, she'd forgive him or lay down her burdens.
A loser through and through. So what if he was an Ultimate Douluo? He was still a failure of a man.
Thinking about it like that, maybe… maybe the book wasn't completely wrong?
Long Xiaoyao fell silent, lost in thought.
Ye Xishui, meanwhile, despite her seething fury, still picked up the next book—Kindred Spirits. Her stubborn nature refused to let her stop without finishing it.
And then—she didn't even make it to the part where Zhongli Wu forcibly modified Feng Ling—before Kindred Spirits joined the first book in being torn to shreds.
The scenes describing her imprisonment and forced childbirth under Zhongli Wu's control were her greatest trauma—the deepest wound in her heart. She had never told Long Xiaoyao about it, partly because of that very pain.
And yet, this book had written out those hidden scars in vivid, twisted detail, embellishing and distorting them for cheap drama.
That wasn't just reopening a wound—it was pouring salt on it.
Actually, no. It wasn't salt—it was boiling chili oil.
By now, Ye Xishui's fury had reached a breaking point. Her chest heaved violently with each breath, her magnificent figure rising and falling in rhythm with her rage. Even Long Xiaoyao couldn't help but worry that her clothes might tear apart at any moment.
"Who… who did this?!"
Her voice was distorted, sharp yet hoarse—like a broken recording, full of malice and despair.
And behind that terrible voice surged a murderous intent so intense it could freeze the blood.
"Kill! I'll tear apart whoever wrote these books!"
End of Chapter)
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