Confession is mercy

Inside the luxury suite Bi Ji had booked, the warm yellow ceiling lights cast a quiet, tranquil atmosphere over the spacious room.

The air was filled with a faint, fresh scent of vegetation—the unique fragrance belonging to the Emerald Swan clan.

"Confession brings leniency; resistance brings severity."

In the center of the wide leather sofa, Bi Ji sat lazily with her legs crossed.

She wore a beautifully tailored dress of intertwined plain white and cyan, the soft fabric clinging to her graceful form like flowing water, perfectly outlining the lush curves unique to a mature woman.

The neckline was slightly open, revealing a glimpse of blinding snow-white skin and a deep cleavage. Her long, emerald-green hair draped over her rounded shoulders, with a few strands resting languidly against her fair collarbone.

On the single sofa opposite Bi Ji, twelve-year-old Yang Fan sat bolt upright, a fine layer of cold sweat already seeping from his forehead.

On the carpet beside Yang Fan, six-year-old Na'er was hugging a pillow, her large, amethyst-like eyes darting curiously between the two. Her long eyelashes fluttered, making her look both obedient and naive.

"Are you still going to keep hiding things from your beloved Sister Bi Ji?"

Bi Ji leaned forward slightly, and a more intense scent of vegetation instantly enveloped Yang Fan.

She extended a slender, fair finger and gently tapped the center of Yang Fan's brow.

Her movement was extremely gentle, yet her fingertip was wreathed in a faint, warm, emerald-green soul power.

This soul power carried not a shred of aggression, yet like a precise silk net, it probed gently and irresistibly into Yang Fan's sea of consciousness.

Yang Fan's body trembled slightly; he dared not move, forced to feel that warm power wandering through his body.

I hope the Heart of Eros is strong enough to keep Lan Yin and me hidden.

Bi Ji's emerald eyes were full of curiosity. She knitted her beautiful willow brows slightly, her red lips parting to reveal a voice as soft and alluring as bone: "Your mental fluctuations are too chaotic, and... within your body, you seem to be hiding things even you cannot control."

Her tone was like that of a patient elder coaxing a junior to open up, yet the invisible pressure belonging to a 600,000-year-old top-tier soul beast transformed into a suffocating, oppressive tenderness as she leaned in.

Yang Fan couldn't muster a single thought of resistance.

Brain, run faster! Think of an excuse, you stubborn blockhead!

Fortunately, the Heart of Eros was a divine artifact after all; even in its incomplete state, it wasn't something an ordinary Great Beast could see through. Perhaps only the Silver Dragon King in her full form beside him would have a chance to discern the truth.

"I..." Yang Fan swallowed hard. Looking into Bi Ji's eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through everything, he finally gave up his resistance.

He lowered his head and whispered his fabricated history in its entirety.

He was a transmigrator just like the Sea God Tang San, but he had arrived in his physical body, possessed a martial soul with appraisal and camouflage effects, and carried a spatial ring brought with him during the transmigration...

Regarding the Heart of Eros, the timeline jumps, and his knowledge of the plot, Yang Fan mentioned nothing, using other half-truths to deflect her. When one's strength is insufficient, disguising oneself as a somewhat special transmigrator is perhaps the best choice.

It would allow Bi Ji to lower her guard due to his age and strength, while also giving him enough value to propose a partnership later.

After listening to Yang Fan's account, the suspicion in Bi Ji's eyes deepened. Could a mere martial soul appraisal talent reveal Na'er's difference and her own identity?

However, she was not the type to be overbearing; using her status to pressure others was her limit. She disdained and refused to use any truly ruthless methods.

She withdrew the soul power from Yang Fan's sea of consciousness and took the opportunity to reach out, gently pressing Yang Fan's head against her shoulder.

Yang Fan's cheek instantly pressed against the astonishing elasticity and warmth, his nose filled with that intoxicating, mature fragrance.

"Is this the truth? Please, don't lie to your sister, okay?" Bi Ji said softly, her tone a mix of reproach and tenderness, as she used her lily-white fingers to gently comb through Yang Fan's hair.

Her chin rested lightly on the top of his head, her full chest rising and falling with her breath. The ultimate tenderness and tolerance of a mature woman slightly smoothed out the unease in Yang Fan's heart.

Na'er, sitting to the side, blinked. Seeming to sense something, she reached out with her small hand to tug at the hem of Bi Ji's dress draped on the sofa, saying in a milky voice: "Sister Bi Ji, Brother Yang Fan wouldn't lie!"

Hearing this, Bi Ji looked down at Na'er. Her beautiful face, previously somewhat serious, instantly melted, blooming into a smile that left even Yang Fan momentarily dazed.

She freed her other hand to pull Na'er into her embrace as well, letting both little ones nestle in her soft, warm arms.

"It's alright," Bi Ji comforted them softly, her emerald eyes filled with maternal care and a hint of anger.

The little Lord is so cute!

That damned plane's will is truly detestable!

The soul beast clan has fallen to such a state, and yet it still insists on suppressing us?

Taking advantage of the Lord's transformation to strike her with a Heavenly Tribulation, causing her to lose her memory and give birth to this new, pure personality. If it weren't for the fact that the Lord possesses the authority over time and space, making her hard to track, we Great Beasts would never have dared to let her wander about.

In fact, Di Tian had originally intended to send Chi Wang to follow her.

But for some reason—perhaps because her affinity for humans made her feel troubled in the Star Dou Forest, or perhaps because she remembered the lessons of the Auspicious Beast from ten thousand years ago—she had volunteered for the task of watching over the Lord, claiming she wanted to go out and clear her head.

Upon arriving near East Sea City, she had suddenly been hunted for days by several Titled Douluo from the Shrek Tang Sect, who kept shouting "transformed soul beast."

Di Tian had been unreachable for some reason. If not for the high-level soul guidance devices she used for trading with humans to protect herself, she might have met with disaster. She still didn't know what had happened mid-way to make those people abandon the hunt.

She had only found the Lord yesterday. With her cultivation, she naturally sensed the strangeness in Yang Fan, so she allowed him to interact with the Lord while secretly observing the human's intentions.

It wasn't until this brat mentioned her name and suspected he had been exposed that she revealed herself to interrogate him.

Now it seemed that her and the Lord's trip to the East Sea had been targeted by the plane again. If not for the fact that Yang Fan's transmigration process might have disrupted the plane's interference, both the Lord and she would have been in danger.

Yang Fan lay in the lap of luxury, watching the scene and feeling a sudden pang of guilt.

Are this many lies really going to be okay?

No, it had to be done. Na'er simply hadn't recovered her memories yet, and Bi Ji was, at the end of the day, a Beast.

If he were to truly speak the honest truth, would he really not be killed for his treasures or placed under surveillance in the future?

Once he was under soft control, his golden finger would be rendered useless; he absolutely could not pin his hopes on the mercy of others.

Moreover, he wasn't exactly lying, merely concealing a few insignificant truths; otherwise, he would never have been able to handle an old woman like Bi Ji.

An old woman with a broad chest, he added to himself as an afterthought.

"Stop pressing against me, you're acting like a child who hasn't grown up yet."

Bi Ji pushed Yang Fan's little head away and shooed him off, only holding onto Na'er, who looked like a porcelain doll.

She turned hostile faster than flipping a book—what a petty woman!

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Yang Fan grumbled inwardly.