Xie Xiyi frowned slightly, uncomfortable with the sense that something was slipping out of his control.
But he also knew full well that it was not Long Aotian's fault. The problem lay with him.
Xie Xiyi knew his own vile nature. He had been born with a demonic heart and had struggled to control it since childhood, committing many evil deeds that had horrified his parents.
Xie Xiyi also felt genuine pleasure whenever his demonic heart held sway. Only after he grew older and his cultivation improved had he barely managed to suppress it, becoming a respectable, elegant Crown Prince who abided by the rules.
Now, strangely enough, his demonic heart was becoming impossible to suppress. Besides that heart, other aberrant thoughts had arisen that were difficult to discern.
This discovery left Xie Xiyi expressionless, a trace of chilling menace in his cold, stern features.
Watching his expression, Chi Yu could not help reining himself in a little. He sidled over and gently bumped against Xie Xiyi. "Senior Brother Xuanji... please don't be angry, okay? I didn't mean it. I really didn't know you'd mind this. Forgive me, okay? If you forgive me, I'll do anything."
The moment Chi Yu finished speaking, Xie Xiyi's demonic heart suddenly swelled. An unusual pleasure lingered in his heart, prompting him to ask despite himself, "You really will do anything?"
Chi Yu nodded vigorously. "Yes, I'll do anything."
Xie Xiyi's frown deepened. He suppressed his demonic heart, then smoothed his brow and curled his lips, saying casually, "In that case, increase your daily cultivation time to twenty-two hours."
Chi Yu: "..."
Chi Yu asked weakly, "Then what about slaying demons?"
Xie Xiyi said, "The remaining two hours will be enough for you to slay one demon."
Chi Yu: "..."
Author's note:
11: Soldier, what