The Joys Here Make One Forget All Else

The two soul masters on the soul fighting stage were locked in an inseparable struggle, the dull thuds of fists and kicks colliding echoing against the cheers from the audience, yet the atmosphere inside the private box had quietly shifted.

Deng Tianxin did not even know when he had started to feel sleepy.

Perhaps it was because those two women had finally quieted down; as his taut nerves relaxed, drowsiness washed over him like a tidal wave.

His little head bobbed as he drifted off, his body tilting involuntarily to the side until he leaned right against Tang Yuehua's arm.

Tang Yuehua froze for a moment. Looking down, she saw that the little fellow's eyes were already closed, his long eyelashes resting quietly against his lids, while faint red marks from being pinched earlier still lingered on his chubby cheeks.

She adjusted her posture slightly, letting Deng Tianxin's head rest in her lap.

Deng Tianxin seemed to sense something in his sleep; his short hands unconsciously grabbed her lapels, burying his face deeper into her embrace as he let out a muffled murmur.

It sounded like he was calling someone's name, but it was too slurred to make out.

Tang Yuehua's face flushed red; this was the first time she had ever experienced someone burying their head in her bosom.

Then, she felt something amiss—the soul power within her body suddenly began to boil.

This stirred an irrepressible excitement in Tang Yuehua's heart. Ever since she awakened her martial soul, her soul power had been stuck at level 9, and no matter what method she tried, she could not cultivate.

Now that she saw a glimmer of hope for cultivation, how could she not be excited?

She could become a soul master; she would no longer have to be a waste.

No one had ever called her a waste to her face, but she understood the meaning behind those gazes better than anyone.

As the direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, with two brothers who were both heaven-sent talents—her eldest brother steady as a mountain and her second brother fierce as a tiger—she alone, the sister, lacked even the qualifications to be a soul master.

She had long ago learned to mask the inferiority in her heart with elegant smiles and proper speech, but in the dead of night, that unwillingness would still surge in her chest.

She envied Tang Hao; she envied how others called him a genius and the respect they showed him.

Amidst countless moments of envy, she realized she had developed feelings for her brother.

Not ordinary feelings, but those between a man and a woman.

She knew such feelings were forbidden, but she simply could not help herself.

Yet now, this stagnant pool of her life had suddenly come to life.

All because this little boy was sleeping in her arms.

Tang Yuehua took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She raised her eyes and scanned the private box.

Tang Hao had walked to the floor-to-ceiling window at some point, his arms crossed as he stared at the match on the stage, completely unaware of the commotion here.

Tang Xiao and Ning Fengzhi were whispering to each other, seemingly discussing the battle, and had not noticed her anomaly either.

The only one who noticed was Liu Erlong. She turned her head to glance at Tang Yuehua, her gaze falling on the small hand Deng Tianxin had hooked into Tang Yuehua's lapel. Her lips curled slightly, but she said nothing.

Liu Erlong knew exactly what had happened, given Tang Yuehua's reaction. For the past few days, every time she slept holding Deng Tianxin, the soul power in her body would surge like boiling water, and her cultivation speed had been much faster than usual.

Now, seeing the look of shock and joy on Tang Yuehua's face, an uncomfortable feeling welled up in her heart, as if a treasure she had worked so hard to find had been discovered by someone else.

However, she did not point it out; she naturally understood Tang Yuehua's situation.

Despite being born into the world's number one sect and having two brothers who were the pride of the soul master world, she herself was almost incapable of cultivation.

That feeling, she feared, was not easy to bear.

Forget it, let her hold him for a while if she wants.

Liu Erlong withdrew her gaze and looked back at the soul fighting stage, though the corner of her eye still drifted toward Deng Tianxin from time to time.

"Thank you," Tang Yuehua whispered into Deng Tianxin's ear.

Her voice was incredibly light and soft, as if she were afraid of waking him, or perhaps afraid of shattering this hard-won, beautiful dream.

Whether he could hear her or not, she had to say it.

Deng Tianxin had no idea what he meant to her; perhaps when he woke up, he would still be that naughty child who spouted nonsense.

But to her, this little one resting in her arms was, from this moment on, the most important person in her life.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

During this time, Deng Tianxin felt his life was even more comfortable than it had been at Spirit Hall.

For no other reason than that he was being pampered too well by Tang Yuehua and Liu Erlong.

During the day, Tang Yuehua and Liu Erlong took him everywhere to play, and they even fed him during meals.

He couldn't help but think: Living here is so joyful, I've forgotten all about Bibi Dong.

The only thing he couldn't figure out was why these two women were fighting to sleep with him.

Deng Tianxin knew exactly why Bibi Dong wanted to sleep with him—she just wanted a human pillow.

But what were Tang Yuehua and Liu Erlong after?

Deng Tianxin lay on the bed in a luxury hotel in Heaven Dou City, his little hands propping up his chubby cheeks as he swung his short legs, utterly baffled.

For the past half month, the two women had acted like different people in their scramble to claim him for the night.

Liu Erlong remained as hot-tempered as ever, yet when it came to vying for him, she displayed a stubbornness she hadn't even realized herself.

Tang Yuehua appeared gentle and dignified on the surface, but at night, a gaze bordering on pleading would emerge in those clear eyes, watching him so quietly that he found it impossible to utter a word of refusal.

In the end, somehow, it turned into a rotating schedule of one night each.

Deng Tianxin sighed, rolled over, and lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling.

His small frame truly bore far too much weight than it should have.

But to be honest, being held by them while sleeping was quite comfortable.

Tang Yuehua always carried a faint scent of sweet osmanthus, and her movements while holding him were as gentle as if she were cradling a fragile piece of porcelain, allowing his entire body to relax.

Liu Erlong's embrace was warmer, like holding a heater; although he was occasionally squeezed until he couldn't catch his breath, the feeling of being tightly protected wasn't bad either.

The only thing that bothered him slightly was that every morning when he woke up, the look in both women's eyes was frighteningly bright, their cheeks flushed with an unnatural crimson, and their breathing somewhat rapid, as if they were suppressing something.

"Forget it, I won't think about it." Deng Tianxin rolled over and buried his face in the pillow. "As long as they treat me well, that's all that matters."

There was some good news, however: the fragments within Tang Yuehua and Liu Erlong were beginning to stir.

Deng Tianxin felt that at the current rate, it shouldn't take more than a few months or perhaps a few years to obtain the fragments from within them.