Chapter 157: Chapter 88: Terrifying Physique, Snowfall Returns
As if... lava.
Li Xuan looked at his reflection in the mirror and slowly relaxed his body.
Everything faded away...
He transformed back into the image of a robust youth.
Li Xuan gazed for a long time, yet the high temperature in the room remained.
He sighed and murmured to himself, "I must hurry to have offspring."
Being a traditional person, he never considered the thought of leaving no descendants.
Seeing others with children to hold, he was quite moved, wasn’t he?
At this moment, it was after injecting the "Rotting Buddha Corpse Rat" that he achieved this transformation with a full-body fire toxin. So, he had to quickly have offspring before the true transformation occurred, before the fire toxin took hold within him.
Otherwise, once he crossed that threshold of transformation, having children... it might only be possible by finding a female demon with similarly strong constitution to reproduce with.
But how was that possible?
However, even so, Li Xuan was still a bit worried.
Yet, upon further consideration, before having offspring, he could completely ignite incense, pray for blessing for a child through the Worshipers’ Divine Realm.
It’s not impossible.
"I must hurry."
"Before this, all cultivation must pause."
"After all, once this opportunity is missed, there won’t be another."
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After some adjustments and self-examination, confirming his own condition, Li Xuan slowly stood up, opened the secret chamber door, and walked outside.
The little princess named Zhao Qingxue feared him, like a mouse fearing a cat, always avoiding him. Only at night when she had to bed down did she return in fear, and whenever he got close to her, she would tremble, forcing herself not to flee and repeatedly cried out "gently, slowly."
So, at this time, Li Xuan was sure not to see Zhao Qingxue in Prince Qing’s Mansion.
Just like how a big cat can’t see a little mouse in the daylight.
"Prince."
"Prince."
Li Xuan stepped through, and the guard accompanying the little princess saluted one by one.
Such a salute was not for the little princess’s sake, but because they instinctively sensed Prince Qing’s terrifying aura.
Even a seasoned general, with a mass killing past and marinated by the smell of blood, could never bring them this type of fear—it’s the absolute pressure from a higher being of power.
"Where’s the princess?"
Even if he couldn’t see the little mouse, Li Xuan subconsciously asked.
He was a rather traditional man; once a woman entered matrimony with him, he would treat her earnestly, nurture the relationship and try to make both sides comfortable, rather than using her as a tool and discarding her.
Even if it initially was for mutual benefit, gathering together was a special fate.
The guard he called upon quickly bowed, lowered his head, and said, "Reporting to the prince, the prin... princess went out by carriage in the morning. Her personal maid didn’t accompany her; she should be aware of the whereabouts. I will inquire."
Li Xuan waved his hand and said, "Forget it."
The little mouse would just run off to visit her friends to have fun, enjoying food and drink, while complaining.
The remaining personal maid was left behind to report this to him.
"Prepare the carriage; I’m going to the Prime Minister’s residence."
Li Xuan said.
The guard promptly responded and made arrangements.
Li Xuan strode towards the front yard of the mansion.
After a few steps, he had a moment of realization: it seemed he used the wrong title.
Being Prince Qing, shouldn’t he refer to himself as "lonely" or "this king"?
After thinking it over, Li Xuan dismissed the thought of having used the wrong title.
He didn’t quite like to refer to himself as "lonely" or "this king," it made him feel strange to himself.
In this case, the title he used was the correct one.
A prince should refer to himself as "I."
Besides, Li Xuan, having experienced the joy of being titled "king," had returned to a state of peace of mind.
How large was Great Yin on the Starry Continent?
That question, he still did not know.
But having seen the "Worshipers’ Divine Realm," he knew...no matter how large, it ultimately did not matter.
Because this world was far too vast.
Like an ant crowned king in its nest, what’s there to be proud of?
The urgent tasks were, first, to quickly have offspring and find ways to strengthen, second, to cast his gaze outward and explore the outside world.
Prince Qing sat down on the threshold of the main gate, resting his chin in thought.
When he hadn’t become a prince yet and was still a scholar, every move he made was in line with etiquette, but now...he had changed.
His change wasn’t due to arrogance or domineering.
Rather, it was for two reasons:
First, grounding himself, to lessen others’ fear of him.
Second, to remind everyone: he belongs to the privileged class that need not adhere to etiquette, like sitting on the threshold of the door, others can’t do it, but he can.
Different identity, different power, the expression towards others should accordingly vary.
On these matters, Li Xuan had his thoughts.
Sure enough, the guard driving the carriage saw the mighty prince sitting folksily on the threshold, and the fear on his face slightly eased. And when Li Xuan casually asked about some information regarding the capital after getting into the carriage, the guard spoke much more.
...
After a short period, the carriage slowly stopped at the Prime Minister’s residence.
Li Xuan alighted and walked directly into the residence.
The Prime Minister had a regulation that when Prince Qing arrived, there was no need for an announcement—he could directly enter the residence.
Therefore, the guards on either side only respectfully addressed him, "Greetings, Prince Qing."
Li Xuan strode with vigor and entered, then was escorted to a serene and exquisite courtyard.
In the courtyard, the slightly graying yet youthful-looking Prime Minister was going through letter after letter.
