Heavens' Laughter-Chapter 132: Possessiveness

Feng Shen let out an exaggerated sigh, his fingers drumming idly against the surface of his cloud.

The sky stretched endlessly around him, a vast expanse of blue and white, yet none of it excited him.

The creatures that roamed these heights — sky serpents, spirit birds, and even the occasional wandering cultivator — avoided Feng Shen completely.

It was as if they could sense the bloodlust lingering beneath his casual demeanor, and none dared to test their luck.

"Pathetic," Feng Shen muttered, watching as a flock of spirit cranes scattered at the mere sight of him. "At least put up a little resistance…"

Growing restless, he stood atop the cloud; the wind whipping through his hair. He stretched his arms above his head, yawning, then suddenly let himself fall forward, diving straight toward the ground below.

The wind roared in his ears, the world spinning in a blur of colors as he plummeted like a shooting star.

Feng Shen’s heart pounded — not in fear, but in exhilaration.

For the first time in hours, he felt something.

At the last possible moment, just before he could crash into the treetops below, he flipped his body midair and landed effortlessly back on his cloud, which had drifted downward to catch him.

Feng Shen chuckled to himself. "That was a little fun… but not enough."

As he resumed his flight toward the Crane Empire, he couldn’t shake the feeling that things had become far too dull.

He needed excitement.

"It’ll be incredible once I finally rid myself of those tools… I’ll be truly free." Feng Shen muttered to himself, tapping his cheek as his humming faded into quiet contemplation.

"Unfortunately, I won’t be strong enough to unleash real destruction in the Immortal Realm… not yet." he exhaled, clearly displeased:

"I’ll have to lay low… actually use my brain for once."

A scowl tugged at Feng Shen’s lips.

Strategy, patience, caution — none of these were things he particularly cared for.

Feng Shen thrived on instinct, on raw power, on the unshakable truth that the strong dictated reality while the weak simply obeyed.

That was the natural order.

If the strong declared the sky was pink, then it was pink.

The weak had no say in the matter.

"Laying low, huh? How boring…" Feng Shen ran a hand through his hair, fingers threading through the strands as he mulled over the idea once again.

The thought of suppressing himself, of holding back, felt unnatural — disgusting, even.

Feng Shen thrived on instinct, on bloodshed, on the rush of battle.

But even he wasn’t stupid enough to think he could rampage through the Immortal Realm unchecked.

"No, no… I have to play smart this time," Feng Shen muttered, voice laced with irritation. "For now, at least."

After all, in the Immortal Realm, he wouldn’t be at the top of the food chain — at least, not yet.

Feng Shen would have to be patient, gather his strength, and bide his time.

"Tch. Guess I’ll have to play along with their little rules… until I don’t have to."

With those words, a sly grin crept across Feng Shen’s lips.

It didn’t matter how long it took — eventually, he’d be strong enough to rewrite the rules of the Immortal Realm itself.

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"I miss the Second Young Master!" Yùn Yì wailed, burying her face into the soft pillows as she kicked her legs up in the air. Her voice was muffled, but the sheer longing in it was undeniable.

She was on the verge of tears, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Over and over, Yùn Yì whispered to herself, yearning for the love of her life to come and whisk her away.

And he was coming for her — soon.

Of course, Yùn Yì conveniently ignored the fact that Cai Xiu would be tagging along.

That detail didn’t matter.

What mattered was the Second Young Master.

A dreamy giggle escaped Yùn Yì lips as she rolled onto her back, hugging a pillow close to her chest.

"Maybe we could go on a few small dates… hold hands more… tehehe~" Her cheeks burned, and she squeezed the pillow tighter, letting out another fit of giddy laughter.

As Yùn Yì lay there, staring up at the ceiling, her body squirmed with restless excitement.

The mere thought of being near the Second Young Master again was enough to send her into a dizzy spell of happiness.

Cai Xiu sat at a small table in the room’s corner, her fingers delicately wrapped around a porcelain teacup.

She took a slow sip, savoring the warmth before setting it down with a quiet sigh.

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Cai Xiu cast a weary glance over her shoulder at the lovestruck fool rolling around on her bed.

"You do realize I’ll be tagging along, right?" She said, her tone laced with mild exasperation.

"So, could you not turn this into an unbearable third-wheel situation and make things awkward for me?" There was a hint of pleading in Cai Xiu’s voice — she had little patience for the sheer level of cringe that was bound to unfold.

Yùn Yì abruptly stopped giggling.

Without so much as glancing in Cai Xiu’s direction, she responded in a flat yet resolute tone.

"I already told you… you can be his second wife! The first is impossible. I won’t allow it!" Yùn Yì’s voice carried a possessive growl, as if the very suggestion of competition was an insult to her existence.

Cai Xiu blinked. Slowly. A deadpan expression settled on her face as she processed those absurd words. ’When did I ever bring this up?’

"This woman is insane…" she muttered under her breath before rolling her eyes and taking another sip of tea.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Miss, the Patriarch has returned, and he wishes to speak with you."

A servant’s voice carried through the door, drawing the attention of both Cai Xiu and Yùn Yì. However, before either of them could respond, the door swung open abruptly.

Cai Bo strode in, his expression marred by irritation as he shoved the servant aside. His sharp gaze locked onto his daughter.

"Get ready to move. I want you with me on this," he said, offering no explanation, no context — just an order.

Cai Xiu frowned, setting her teacup down completely as she turned to fully face her father. Confusion flickered in her eyes.

"What are you talking about, Father?" she asked, her voice calm but firm.

Cai Bo crossed his arms, his tone carrying the weight of finality:

"The Phoenix Empire — the place you escaped from. We’re heading back to eliminate the one responsible for all the destruction. I want you there to experience a real battle — to witness real life firsthand."

Hearing this, Cai Xiu immediately understood what her father was talking about.

She instinctively glanced at Yùn Yì and noticed the dark glint in her eyes — one she had seen before, a look that meant she was seconds away from making a very violent decision. Enjoy more content from novelbuddy

Before that could happen, Cai Xiu spoke up, her voice sharp and resolute:

"No. I refuse!"

Cai Xiu stood from her seat, eyes blazing with defiance:

"I won’t risk my life just because you want me to! And why does this even make sense to you? You want me to experience a real battle? Haven’t I already been through enough? I escaped from that empire alive — that’s more than enough experience, don’t you think?"

Cai Xiu’s voice grew louder with every word, her frustration boiling over.

Deep down, she knew the truth — going back was nothing short of suicide.

More than that, Cai Xiu didn’t want her Master to misunderstand her actions, to even consider that she might be betraying him.

Hearing her heated refusal, Yùn Yì slowly withdrew her killing intent.

The darkness in her gaze faded, and she simply returned to absentmindedly laying on the bed, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Cai Bo, however, was unmoved. His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight.

He knew he had no truly justifiable reason for this demand.

But the truth was simple — Cai Bo didn’t trust his daughter’s safety.

Not right now. Not when he would be leagues away in another empire, unable to protect her himself.

"Just listen to your father!" Cai Bo finally roared, his patience snapping. His voice thundered through the room, his stance rigid, unwavering.

He wasn’t backing down.

And neither was Cai Xiu.

"Never! You’ll have to drag my dead body!" she yelled, her voice trembling with fury. She bit down on her tongue in frustration, the sharp sting drawing a metallic taste of blood.

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"Don’t force me!" Cai Xiu’s entire being was set on refusing.

She wouldn’t leave this room — not until her Master came to get her.

Cai Bo took a step forward, his expression contorted with desperation. "You damn spoiled brat!" he shouted:

"I have spoiled you for your entire life! I have never said no to you! And you can’t just do this one thing for me?!"

Cai Bo didn’t want to be like this. He didn’t want to demand, to force, to beg.

But he had no choice.

"Why are you so stubborn?! This is for your own good!" Cai Bo’s voice was quieter this time, but no less forceful.

Cai Xiu’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. "I don’t need to deal with this," she spat:

"And I sure as hell don’t need you deciding what’s best for me."