Best Young Master

Chapter 1970: Chapter 1835: I Want to Have a Child

Ziyi Square.

Inside a small, exquisite pavilion.

Ye Fan and Zi Huan stood shoulder to shoulder, like a pair of golden boy and jade maiden.

The breeze blew past, lifting their hair so that it fluttered and tangled together.

In the distance, rows upon rows of houses rose like waves of the sea, layer upon layer.

Beside them, the Purple Maple Tree swayed in the light wind, rustling with a soft clatter.

A faint dark fragrance drifted over with the wind, peaceful and serene.

The two of them leaned quietly against the railing, gazing into the distance. Neither spoke, yet both could sense the deep love surging in each other’s hearts.

A gust of wind swept by, and a Purple Maple Leaf broke free from the constraint of its branch, drifting away with the free wind into the distance.

Ye Fan felt as if he were that leaf, flying with the wind, not knowing where his destination lay.

Dancing with the wind, it seemed free, yet in truth it was not its own master, unaware of where it would finally come to rest.

He felt that he was like a fallen leaf adrift in the winds of fate.

Only, this wind had blown for far too long; he had never yet found his true home.

Perhaps he was merely a leaf struggling in the gales of destiny, desperately trying to seize his own fate, and failing again and again.

In the eyes of others, perhaps he was a successful man, haloed with radiance, but he himself knew that as long as he had not truly Proved Dao and become Emperor Cheng, he could not truly take his destiny into his own hands.

Even a Great Emperor, he feared, would find it hard to truly defy fate. Otherwise, how could so many Great Emperors end in such dim, sorrowful fashion?

Zi Huan was likewise marveling at the wonder of destiny.

If she had not harvested the Death Black Lotus, if she had not been hunted down by people of the Mo Duo Family, if she had not met Ye Fan...

Too many "ifs" were but coincidences of fate; remove any one link in between, and the present scene would not exist.

"Ten days from now, I will be leaving."

Ye Fan looked toward the boundless distance and spoke calmly.

This was a farewell, and also his last trace of attachment to this world.

"Don’t say it..."

Mist gathered in Zi Huan’s deep blue eyes.

She gently pressed a finger against Ye Fan’s lips and said somewhat sadly, "I don’t want to hear words of parting in our final days. That would only make me grieve."

"Silly girl..."

Ye Fan sighed inwardly, endless tenderness in his eyes.

Yet beneath that tenderness, there lay a still deeper, unwavering resolve.

Nothing could halt his steps forward; he would grow stronger, ever stronger.

Only by becoming stronger would he have the strength to protect all that he loved. This was the belief to which he clung.

Below the pavilion, many people came and went, but no one came up to disturb their peace.

Watching the once desolate Ziyi Square gradually grow lively, Zi Huan suddenly recalled that day on the square of Ancient Demon City, the firm, ringing words Ye Fan had spoken...

"Before the competition ends, I’ll keep you safe from death; after the competition ends, I’ll grant you a lifetime of glory!!"

The words still echoed in her ears; the outcome had already come to pass.

Thanks to Ye Fan’s outstanding performance, the Purple Demon Family had ascended to the seat of the third-ranked clan, taking the place of the Xing Family.

And she had become the youngest Clan Leader in the Demon World.

Moreover, she had done so as a woman, creating a precedent unseen since ancient times.

"A lifetime of glory... Do I truly need a lifetime of glory?"

Zi Huan turned around, gazing deeply into Ye Fan’s eyes. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Compared to a lifetime of glory, I would rather bear you a child."

"After you leave, that will be where my feelings rest; it will be the witness and Crystal of our love. I want that..."

Yearning gleamed in Zi Huan’s eyes—not desire of the flesh, but a longing born of deep affection.

"You..."

Ye Fan was deeply moved. Zi Huan was already his woman; though they were of different races, a love that crossed such a divide was all the more precious.

"Don’t say it, I understand."

Zi Huan interrupted him once more—but this time, with her lips...

Their four lips pressed tightly together, temples brushing, breath mingling...

Only after a long while did they part. Zi Huan’s breathing was disordered, her cheeks flushed; her large limpid eyes seemed on the verge of overflowing.

It took her quite some time to still the surge of impulse in her heart. Then she gave Ye Fan a calm smile and said, "Brother Ye, will you walk with me? I want to leave behind a few more beautiful memories."

Ye Fan nodded. "In the days to come, I’ll be with you every day, until you grow tired of me."

"I won’t grow tired. I only hate that heaven has granted us far, far too little time!"

Side by side, the two of them descended the stairs and walked out of Ziyi Square.

All along the way, many people automatically made way for them.

Luo Landu was busy, helping Zi Xiaoyi receive the guests who had come to visit and offer congratulations.

After leaving the Holy Demon Hall, Luo Landu strode forward and, without warning, dropped to his knees before Ye Fan.

"Master, whether I am one of the top ten or not, you will always be my master!" Luo Landu said in a deep voice.

Ye Fan was quite taken aback.

By rights, Luo Landu had already entered the top ten, and thus his clan naturally had become one of the Ten Great Families, albeit ranking at the bottom.

But after all, to be one of the Ten Great Families and yet cast off that identity, willingly becoming a vassal of the Purple Demon Family, required not only resolve, but also willpower and the courage to burn one’s boats.

None of Luo Landu’s clansmen had come, for they too were busy with all kinds of social dealings. After the tournament concluded, they had been promoted to one of the Ten Great Families, and were equally overwhelmed with affairs.

In just one day, they roamed all around the many places near Ziyi Square, buying a huge pile of things.

Every street, every alley, was filled with Zi Huan’s happy laughter, clear and crisp like silver bells.

Night fell!

After dinner, Zi Xiaoyi directly found an excuse to slip away, leaving the two of them space to be alone.

"Brother Ye..."

In the candlelight, a graceful figure in Ziyi Square stood dazzlingly beautiful, her eyes moving with charm; in those big, watery eyes it was as if they could speak, pouring out boundless affection and endless desire.

"Come on, let’s fulfill our promise!"

Ye Fan gently took her soft jade hand, pulled her into his arms, and walked toward his bedroom.

Little insects sang; the night was quiet.

From Ye Fan’s room came that unique creaking of wooden furniture being rocked, very rhythmic.

Amid the creaking were mixed some strange gasps and soft moans.

The slightly hoarse sounds stirred up boundless sensual fantasies in others’ minds.

After a long while, the sounds died down, and the night sky returned to silence.

However, this calm did not last long; the creaking started again, this time accompanied by "pa, pa" sounds of water...

All the way until dawn, those evocative sounds kept starting and stopping, never truly ceasing.

Only when the sky was just paling and figures had begun to appear on the streets did those sounds completely disappear.

At daybreak, after washing up, Ye Fan and Zi Huan went downstairs feeling refreshed, ate some breakfast, and headed out of the city.

For nine days in a row, every night they repeated the same rhythm; time and again, Ye Fan delivered the essence of his life into Zi Huan’s body through that special way.

Although he did not know whether the Human Race and the Demon Clan could bear offspring, he still did it.

Since he was about to leave, he didn’t want to leave any regrets for himself or for Zi Huan.

Tomorrow would be the day of departure.

That night, they were especially Feng Kuang.

Ye Fan labored tirelessly, sending Zi Huan up to one cloud after another.

No one knew how much time had passed when Ye Fan felt something inexplicable stirring deep within his body.

"Roar..."

He let out a shout, his body tensing.

"Ah..."

Zi Huan cried out wildly, her body convulsing with excitement; using all her strength, her four limbs wrapped around Ye Fan like an octopus, and tears of joy streamed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

This time, she truly and clearly felt that intense impact; her head was spinning.

She didn’t know whether it would succeed this time.

She also didn’t know just how lucky she was.

On Earth, Su Liuli had not received such happiness.

In the Xuan Realm, Tong Qianchen was sunk in sorrow, Yaling was still waiting foolishly. And then there were Princess Yue Bai, Ling Ziyuan...

"Brother Ye..."

Zi Huan called out shyly, her whole body covered in fragrant sweat; her sensual lips found Ye Fan’s lips and pressed into a heavy kiss.

Only at daybreak did the two of them finally separate from their entanglement, each putting on their clothes, washing up a bit, and heading downstairs.

Zi Xiaoyi didn’t say anything, only told Ye Fan to go to the City Lord Mansion after eating to wait for departure.

Ye Fan merely nodded noncommittally, saying nothing.

This breakfast was eaten in a heavy mood; Zi Huan was almost nibbling one tiny bite at a time, her delicate head lowered very low, not looking at anyone.

Though the meal was eaten very slowly, it still had to come to an end.

Ye Fan stood up, gave a bitter smile, and said, "It’s not like I’m going off to die; why are you all acting like this?"

"Xiao Fan, take good care of yourself on this trip!" Zi Xiaoyi patted Ye Fan’s shoulder and turned to leave.

"Brother Ye, go take a bath, you’re all sweaty." Zi Huan also stood up and spoke softly to Ye Fan.

Was that really necessary?

Ye Fan smiled bitterly. It wasn’t like this was a forever farewell, yet they were making it so sentimental.

However, in truth, it really was a farewell of life and death!

Perhaps after this trip, he might never return, and might even fall in the Upper Realm.

In the backyard of Ziyi Square, there was a special room set aside for bathing.

In the end, Ye Fan still couldn’t refuse Zi Huan; under her attentive service, he took a hot bath and changed into a set of neat, clean clothes.

"Master, it’s time to depart!"

Just as Ye Fan had changed his clothes, Luo Landu’s voice came from outside; he had actually come to fetch him.

"Alright!"

Regardless of whether anyone was around, Zi Huan suddenly rushed over, hugged Ye Fan tightly, and pressed her fragrant lips to his.

The two shared a passionate kiss for a moment before Zi Huan weakly let Ye Fan go, staring blankly as he and Luo Landu walked farther and farther away.

Two streams of silent tears slid down her cheeks...

Soon, Ye Fan and Luo Landu entered the City Lord Mansion and flew toward the Ancient Hall in the Void.

The road to the future began here!

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