Chapter Ninety-Nine: Kindred?

Chapter Ninety-Eight: One of the Same Kind?

His body began to burn against his will. Waves of fire, ignited by forbidden desire, surged up from the depths of his heart. Instinct stirred somewhere within him, and a hard yet strangely yielding male organ pressed against him from behind, making Wang Luo feel humiliated beyond bearing, so ashamed that he wanted to bite through his own tongue and die.

His spiritual power, magical power, and blood force had all been sealed by the eerie crimson mist. Wang Luo now had not the slightest ability to resist, a lamb waiting helplessly for slaughter, and a naked one at that.

"Gerda, if you dare—if I survive this, I will kill you for sure—ah—I'll definitely kill—kill—you!"

Before he had finished, something foreign thrust brutally into him. A strange pain mixed with an unnameable, bizarre sensation swept through his entire body, and Wang Luo could not help trembling violently.

Bright red blood dripped from his tightly bitten lips, leaving a shocking trail, yet the frenzied figure paid it no mind and continued to perversely savor the strange delight brought by that youthful body...

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Under the moonlight, on the vast and spacious square, the chosen prodigies who had been sitting cross-legged in cultivation all opened their eyes and stared dumbfounded at the image suspended high above in the sky, their expressions exceedingly odd.

Pfft—

At last, one person could no longer hold it in and burst out laughing.

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

That laugh immediately set off a chain reaction. One after another, laughter rose and fell across the square until the entire place became an ocean of mirth.

"Hahaha, Chelsea, that brat from your North Court is truly something. He actually dares to bathe there—doesn't he know everything there is under surveillance, and that all inner court students can see it?"

On the high platform, among the hundred seated figures, a burly man with bulging muscles laughed heartily as he spoke to Chelsea, who sat at the stone table with an expression caught between laughter and tears. His words drew only an exasperated eye-roll from her.

Within the image, in a clearing in the forest, a fat boy kept wriggling his plump backside from time to time, occasionally making a few lewd gestures. He was entirely unaware that the whole thing had already been seen by everyone, and continued to bathe naked by the fire with great self-satisfaction, his large ears flapping as though listening for whether anyone was spying on him.

Every so often, the fat boy would even wave toward a youth in green robes nearby, who was frowning in thought, as if calling him over to join in. But the youth in green merely glanced at him, shook his head to refuse, and continued pondering his own matters, occasionally looking around as though searching for or waiting on something.

"Hmph, that Abil, when I see him later I'll beat him into a real pig's head. And Priel—always sneaking about like a rat, so what is he doing now? Has he forgotten this place is under surveillance? And where is Kailuo? Weren't the three of them always together?"

Glancing once at that disgraceful scene, Chelsea cursed inwardly. Only then did she notice that one of the trio was missing, though she did not care much. She closed her eyes and rested. After all, there was no danger of death in this Trial Forest.

Seeing Chelsea's reaction, Hanrold's lips curved in a mysterious smile. He too closed his eyes and waited for the outcome of the contest. Though the scene before him was not especially alluring, for a man who had not exercised in a long time, it still stirred him in a somewhat inexplicable way.

"These two are definitely suspicious!"

Karl stroked his chin and, almost imperceptibly, glanced at Hanrold and Chelsea in turn, reaching a conclusion with complete certainty in his heart. After these past few days of observation, from every movement and gesture of the two, he could be one hundred percent certain that there was absolutely something between them.

"Every year the academy brings everyone here to watch the freshman tournament. I hear that on the one hand it's to let us feel the pressure coming from our juniors, and on the other hand to help us settle our minds and seek the chance to break through to level seven. The last day is the day after tomorrow—have any of you gained anything yet?"

Unable to figure out what was strange between Chelsea and Hanrold, Karl thought for a moment before asking, hoping to find some clue in their words.

"I haven't gained anything. Hanrold is already at what amounts to half a step into level seven. I wonder whether you have—"

At his words, Chelsea, Hanrold, and Binluo all opened their eyes and looked at one another. Then Chelsea began to speak, but before she could finish, her expression suddenly changed, turning extremely sullen.

Crack—

After a soft sound, the hard stone table was instantly covered in fissures. Broken fragments fell clattering to the ground. Hanrold slowly unclenched his tightly gripping hand, his face likewise green with rage, as though someone had made a cuckold of him.

"Karl, you're the best informed person here. Who is supervising this trial?" Chelsea glanced at Hanrold, who was suppressing fury all over his body, and for some reason suddenly felt much more clear-headed. She asked Karl, who looked utterly baffled.

"It's Teacher Gerda!"

"Gerda—bad!"

Hearing that name, Chelsea's expression changed again. She inwardly cried that this was bad news, her mind spinning rapidly. In the end, she looked toward Hanrold, whose face was flickering with uncertainty.

"Hanrold, do you have a Fallen Token on you?"

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Damn it. Didn't they say Heavenly Mystery Academy was the safest place? How could something like this happen? Should I go save him or not? I finally met someone of the same kind. Father also said that if I ever encountered one of my own kind and could make friends with them, I must get along well, because once they recognize someone as a friend, they will never abandon them!

But didn't Father also say that there were no other members of our kind left on the Tianxuan Continent? Then how could one appear here, and from the blood force within him, it is clearly highly refined—he absolutely possesses a complete cultivation inheritance. Could it be that even Father does not know certain things?

No, that can't be right. Father has already lived for several thousand years. It is impossible that he would not know there are still others of our kind elsewhere. But then how should I explain this fellow who has suddenly appeared?

Sigh. I should never have listened to Uncle Krass spouting nonsense and slipped out on my own. If I go back now, Father will surely lock me up for decades. Yet if I don't return, sooner or later he'll catch me anyway!

If I rescue Wang Luo now and take him home with me, I probably won't be locked up, right? In any case, I can't beat them—at least I can still run!

At the top of a towering tree, Damon stood there, constantly kicking at the innocent branches beneath his feet while muttering nonstop to himself. At last, unwilling to be confined for decades, he made up his mind.

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Mm-hmm...

Uh-ahh, mm...

Pleasure-filled cries mixed with cheerful pig-like grunts drifted out from the mist from time to time, giving rise to endless imagination, though it also left people uncertain: could there really be one person and one pig in there...

Not far from the mist stood a figure with a face so beautiful it could make one stop breathing, and a body without the slightest flaw. Yet at that moment, that figure was domineeringly pinning a youth against a tree, pressing his own naked body tightly against the boy's back.

With a wicked smile, those tempting red lips bit wantonly at the youth's neck, leaving one deep, closely spaced red mark after another.

Below, that slender waist drove the fair, rounded hips as they thrust and rolled in every direction, forward and back, up and down, left and right, shamelessly toying with the boy in his arms.

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Chapter Ninety-Nine: One of the Same Kind?
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