It's Better to Throw Me Out

Yun Jingheng ultimately didn't dare touch that bed. In his previous life, he was a novice who only knew how to stay in the laboratory to study those things. His contact with girls was limited to accidentally bumping elbows during his school days.

Now you want him to sleep in the same bed with a girl?

Even if you put ten pillows in the middle as a boundary, he still can't fall asleep.

It will give you insomnia.

He silently walked to the small sofa and began to ponder how to make himself feel more comfortable while sleeping.

Gu Yuena turned over, her silver hair spreading across the pillow, and a purple eye peeking out from under the covers, looking at him.

"The bed isn't big enough?"

"That's big enough."

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I want to try sleeping on the sofa; I think it would be a novel experience."

Yun Jingheng lay there for about ten minutes.

The sofa was soft, but to be honest, it wasn't comfortable to sleep on.

He didn't say anything.

Gu Yuena's even breathing suggested she was asleep.

Yun Jingheng quietly sat up from the sofa, stepped barefoot onto the floor, and walked to the table.

He pulled out a blueprint from his Storage Soul Tool.

He spread out the drawings and looked down at them in the moonlight streaming through the porthole.

The cabin was quiet.

It was so quiet that he thought Gu Yuena had really fallen asleep.

Then, he sensed a change.

It's an aura, like the air suddenly becoming denser, as if something has condensed and taken shape from nothingness.

This wasn't a fluctuation of Soul Power; it was more like a deeper sense of presence, as if the very texture of space itself had been gently touched by a finger.

Yun Jingheng's fingers paused on the drawing, but he didn't look up immediately.

He frowned, trying to sense and touch the two nascent entities that were forming.

Then he turned his head away.

At the foot of the bed, two figures were quietly emerging from the darkness.

It was as if it had come out of the air, as if the night itself had suddenly taken shape, taken outline, and taken breath.

Standing in front was a man who looked to be around forty years old. He was tall, with long black hair that hung down his shoulders, and his features were cold and deep. He wore a black robe without any decoration, and his eyes were golden.

Behind him was a woman with purple hair, whose aura was rather cold and sinister, but she seemed to fit him quite well.

The two men were clearly taken aback when they saw Yun Jingheng.

Di Tian, Zi JI: "..."

Yun Jingheng: "..."

He wasn't sure if the two were Soul Beast, but he caught a glimpse of Gu Yuena leaning against the headboard watching them.

Should I do something now?

For example, screaming?

Or, perhaps I could use my fifth Soul Skill to open their eyes?

Or, should I pick up that blueprint and use it as a shield in front of my chest?

However, Di Tian felt that he had lived for tens of thousands of years and had seen all kinds of situations.

But at this moment, he had never actually seen it.

He stood at the foot of the bed, his golden eyes fixed on the boy holding the blueprints by the table, whose expression was a mix of embarrassment and composure. A thought suddenly struck him.

Why is the moon in the Lord's room?

His gaze swept quickly across the room: a bed, a small sofa, and a table.

There was a pile of bedding on the sofa, clearly indicating that someone had lain on it, and next to the drawings on the table was a paper cup that had been used to drink water.

A faint human scent permeated the air, very faint, but unmistakably proving that the boy had been in this cabin for quite some time.

Di Tian slowly turned his head and looked at Gu Yuena, who was leaning against the headboard.

With silver hair and purple eyes, neatly dressed, and the blanket covering him up to his waist, he languidly basked in the sun like a cat.

She didn't even look at Di Tian; her gaze was fixed on the sea outside the porthole, as if it all had nothing to do with her.

"My Lord," Di Tian said, his voice low, but each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You said you could come in directly."

"Yes, I said so."

Gu Yuena's tone was as flat as if she were saying that the weather was nice today.

"And this person...?"

"Yun Jingheng, a student at the Shrek Academy, and the son of Yun Ming."

Di Tian's lips twitched slightly.

I know he's Yun Jingheng, but... why is he here?

Yun Jingheng felt that the current situation was extremely awkward.

He knew he should do something to break the silence, but the problem was...

He was facing a King of Fierce Beasts with over 900,000 years of cultivation, and a purple-haired woman whose aura was so cold it sent chills down his spine. The only weapon he currently possessed was a half-rolled-up blueprint.

Use the blueprints to draw them out?

That's not very realistic.

Um...

Then Yun Jingheng made the most decisive decision of his life.

He covered his face with the blueprints, leaned back in his chair, stretched out his legs, and his breathing instantly became long and even.

At least he tried to make it sound plausible.

Playing dead.

They pretended completely, and they acted with complete confidence.

Di Tian stared at the boy whose face was covered by a blueprint and who had quickly "fainted" in the chair, remaining silent for a full three seconds.

Zi JI also fell silent.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but after seeing Di Tian's expression, she closed her mouth again.

Gu Yuena leaned against the headboard, her silver hair scattered on the pillow, her purple eyes reflecting the moonlight, and the corners of her mouth slowly curving into a very subtle arc.

After a long pause, Di Tian finally managed to utter, "I am not a fool."

Below the drawings, Yun Jingheng paused for a moment.

But only for a moment.

The long, even rhythm quickly returned, as if the barely perceptible pause was merely an illusion caused by the night breeze brushing against the windowpane.

Di Tian's eye twitched.

"My Lord," Di Tian took a deep breath, turning his gaze away from the boy who was pretending to be dead, his voice returning to its usual deep and steady tone.

"Your Lord is late, please punish me, sir."

What will be punished?

Gu Yuena spoke calmly, "I said, I don't need it."

"But when my Lord released the suppression of his aura, I sensed it—"

"Di Tian".

Gu Yuena interrupted him, her voice low but carrying an undeniable power that left no room for argument. "I am no longer the dragon that needed your constant protection."

Di Tian's lips pressed into a thin line.

Complex emotions surged within his golden eyes: worry, respect, and a hint of stubbornness that he was trying hard to suppress.

But in the end, he said nothing more, only lowered his head slightly.

"Understood, sir."

Zi JI quietly raised her head, her gaze passing over Di Tian's shoulder to look at the boy whose face was covered by the blueprint.

Her gaze lingered on the thin sheet of paper for a moment, then moved to the messy pile of bedding on the sofa, and finally landed on Gu Yuena.

"My Lord, may I speak with the moon?"

The air in the cabin suddenly seemed to freeze for a moment.

Gu Yuena leaned against the headboard, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders, the light in her purple eyes shifting from languid to a sharp scrutiny.

She didn't answer immediately, but stared at Zi JI for a long time, so long that Zi JI lowered her head slightly, deliberately avoiding her gaze.

"What do you want to talk about?" Gu Yuena's voice was not loud, but every word was like a finely polished ice blade.

Zi JI pursed her lips, her silvery-white eyelashes trembling slightly.

She paused for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts or gathering some kind of courage.

"In His Lord's future plans, what place will the moon hold?"

Di Tian frowned slightly.

He turned around, his golden eyes looking at Zi JI with a hint of warning in them.

But Zi JI did not back down.

"Zi JI." Di Tian's voice was deep, carrying a clear sense of restraint.

"Di Tian," Zi JI said without looking up, but her voice was firmer than usual, "I have never questioned the Lord's decision, but this time, I need an answer."

"What's the answer?" Gu Yuena asked.

Zi JI took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked directly into Gu Yuena's purple eyes.

"Does Your Lord intend... to make the moon a part of Your Lord's plan? If so, I am willing to become the moon's Soul Spirit."

"Given my cultivation level and attribute compatibility, I should be a suitable match for the Moon's Innate Spirit constitution."

Di Tian's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, obvious shock appeared on his usually cold and stern face.

Ber! Weren't you planning to keep it from the Lord? Why the sudden change of heart?

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only turned his gaze to Gu Yuena, waiting for his Lord's response.

Gu Yuena didn't look at Di Tian, nor did she look at Zi JI.

Her gaze fell on the boy whose face was covered by the blueprint, her purple eyes flickering with light.

"You want to trade yourself for him not intervening in the future?"

Gu Yuena's voice was very soft, so soft it was almost like she was talking to herself, "Zi JI, your plan isn't very clever."

Zi JI's expression changed slightly.

"Your subordinate has none --"

"You have."

Gu Yuena interrupted her, her purple eyes finally shifting from Yun Jingheng to Zi JI's face. "You're thinking that the moon, being Innate Spirit, might become the biggest variable in my plans once it grows up."

"If he could stand on my side, or even just remain neutral, the plan would go much more smoothly, so you want to send yourself out and bind him with Soul Spirit contract, making it impossible for him to stay out of it."

Zi JI's lips pressed into a line; she did not refute.

"But do you know what I dislike the most?"

Gu Yuena's voice remained calm, but something was churning deep within her purple eyes. "It was the people around me who took it upon themselves to make the decision for me."

"This subordinate is not --"

"Who are you."

Gu Yuena's tone was flat, yet it made Zi JI tremble slightly. "You think I'm not decisive enough, that I'm too lenient with Yue Liang, and that I should control him more directly. So you're planning to do it for me."

The air inside the cabin was so stagnant it felt like it was about to freeze.

Di Tian stood to the side, his golden eyes shifting back and forth between Gu Yuena and Zi JI, before finally choosing to remain silent.

At this point, anything he said would be inappropriate.

Zi JI knelt on the ground, her eyelashes drooping and her lips trembling slightly.

"My Lord, I simply..."

"Just what? Just worried about me? Just thinking of me? Just believing it's best for everyone?"

Zi JI lowered her head even further.

"Then you should also know that I don't need anyone to sacrifice themselves to achieve my plans."

Zi JI suddenly raised her head, "But my Lord, there are no suitable Soul Ring for him in this world, only me,"

"Only my Soul Ring are worthy of his authority."

The blueprint on Yun Jingheng's face quietly slipped off.

All eyes were on his face.

Yun Jingheng didn't look at anyone. "You should have just thrown him out."