I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

She finally couldn't hold back any longer and screamed, crossing her arms in front of her chest in a defensive posture that was difficult to decipher.

Ji Tian turned around, looking at her with some confusion. "What are you talking about?"

He could sense that the other person's emotions were fluctuating greatly, but without using the Soul Searching Technique, he didn't know exactly what the other person was thinking.

"I...I..." Lilith deflated like a punctured balloon, her voice growing softer and softer until it was almost squeezed out between her teeth, "Could we go to a more upscale hotel? I don't want to—"

"cannot."

Ji Tian didn't even need to think to guess that the other party must be having a princess syndrome attack.

He never indulged strangers, especially since his hotel reservation didn't expire for another two days.

He turned and continued walking forward.

Lilith stood there, mouth agape, like a fish that had been slapped ashore.

No.

Just two words.

There was no explanation, no discussion, and he didn't even look back at her.

It was as if she hadn't just been expressing a final protest against the tragic fate that a demon girl was about to face.

Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but she found that she couldn't say anything.

A surge of air rose from my chest, stuck in my throat, I couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

Incompetent.

That's so pathetic.

She is a demon princess, the daughter of the former demon king, and a descendant of the Nightmare Clan with noble blood flowing through her veins.

Her mother was the most beautiful woman in the demon realm, and her father was the most powerful man in the demon realm in public.

And now, she was dismissed by a human with just two words.

Like herding a little slime.

She unconsciously stomped her foot on the ground. It was so light that she wasn't even sure if she had made a sound.

But the man didn't turn around. He continued walking forward, his pace exactly the same as before, neither fast nor slow, like a precise metronome.

Lilith stared at his back for two seconds, then jogged after him.

This cold-hearted man!

She followed behind him, keeping a distance of three steps. But this time her steps were a little heavier than before.

It's not the kind of heaviness that screams "I want to run away," but the kind of heaviness that screams "I'm angry but I don't dare let you see it."

Damn it!

She, a princess of the demon race, actually had to stay in a cheap hotel—although she had stayed in haystacks, caves, and ice caves when she was wandering before, the nature of those places was completely different.

The images she had seen in the picture book started playing in her mind again.

"arrive."

Ji Tian's voice was like a knife, neatly slicing the images in her mind in two.

Lilith suddenly raised her head.

In front of me was a wooden door with peeling paint.

A crooked sign hangs above the door, bearing the words "Mole Hotel".

A wooden mole hangs below the sign, swaying in the wind, looking like a tiny hanged ghost in the moonlight.

A dim light shone through the crack in the door, and through the door, she could hear people drinking, laughing, and speaking loudly in some dialect she couldn't understand.

Cheap, peeling paint, crooked signboard, hanged mole hanging at the door—a budget hotel.

She stood at the doorway, her feet seemingly nailed to the spot, unable to take a single step.

Ji Tian had already pushed open the door and gone inside. The door hinges made a mournful "creak," like the groan of an old man who had been woken up.

He stopped inside the door and glanced back at her.

That glance was faint, seemingly just to confirm that she was still following behind.

Lilith took a deep breath, swallowed her anger, and stepped over the threshold.

The hotel lobby was smaller than she had imagined.

A few wooden tables, a few long benches, and a bar counter.

Behind the bar stood a plump middle-aged woman, wearing a greasy apron, wiping the cups.

In the corner sat several men, their faces flushed and necks red from drinking, arguing in a language Lilith couldn't understand.

Everyone's eyes lingered on them for a moment, then looked away.

No one noticed that she was a demon, no one noticed that her cloak didn't fit properly, and no one noticed that she had long, silver-white hair hidden behind her.

Nobody noticed her.

Lilith comforted herself, "Actually... being with him isn't so bad. He's a being with the strength of a demon prince. Even for humans, reaching that level would mean a lifespan about as long as mine."

"Although I, Lilith, am from a district and am being chased and beaten by the demons under my usurped uncle's command, the next generation may be different. The hatred of three generations can still be avenged."

"As long as, as long as..."

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the door of the room. Ji Tian opened the door and gestured for Lilith to go in.

Lilith stood in the doorway and took a deep breath.

She mentally prepared herself for three seconds.

Then she stepped inside.

The room was indeed very small.

A bed, a wardrobe, and an oil lamp hanging on the wall, its flame flickering in the night wind, casting long and short shadows.

The bed sheets were gray, the kind of gray that's been washed many times.

There were indeed a few stains on it, the color of which was a shade darker than the sheet, like an old map that had been soaked in water.

With her back to Ji Tian, ​​she gripped the cloak's sash tightly for a long time.

Then she let go.

The gray cloak slipped to the ground, and the deep purple dress gleamed dimly in the lamplight, the dark silver patterns on the cuffs resembling sleeping snakes.

Her fingers moved to the collar, the first button, the second, the third.

She loosened her skirt sash, closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her voice was very soft, almost as if she were talking to herself, "This is my first time, you... be gentle."

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

There was no sound at all.

There were no footsteps, no hurried breathing, not even the sound of clothes rubbing together.

It was so quiet that it was as if she were the only person in the room.

Lilith opened one eye.

Ji Tian stood three steps away, arms crossed, chin slightly tucked in, his gaze fixed on her—but it didn't look like he was looking at a woman.

He wasn't looking at her body, but at the faint, almost imperceptible magical energy emanating from her at that moment.

He stroked his chin, lost in thought.

"Magic surges upward, blood and qi flow downward—are you demonstrating your innate supernatural powers to me?"

Lilith was stunned.

Ji Tian, ​​fearing the other party hadn't understood, continued:

"I don't know much about your demon race, but I've heard that there's a branch of demons who are proficient in the art of lovemaking, which I suppose is your Nightmare clan. When you took off your coat just now, there was indeed a very faint fluctuation of magical energy. Were you trying to cast a charm?"

Lilith's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, as if a hundred slimes were simultaneously dancing in her mind.

"However," Ji Tian turned around and walked to the windowsill.

"The art of union is an unorthodox practice. It relies on the exploitation of others for personal gain, and only touches upon the very superficial aspects of the Yin-Yang Dao. Moreover, the later stages are fraught with bottlenecks and risks, and it is easy to go astray and become possessed. I cannot learn it yet."

He sat cross-legged on the windowsill, glanced back at her, and said, "I'm more interested in the illusionary arts of your clan. That's the path that leads directly to the soul. When mastered, one can move mountains and rivers with a single thought, and decide life and death with a single dream. That's the path that truly lives up to your talent."

He looked at her.

"Please show me."