Why is it Him Again?

Mo Mo was progressing much more smoothly in his cultivation than before. His soul body no longer feared the scorching effects of the Vitality Water, and inside him, a Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Golden Core was gradually forming, just like Ye Mo’s.

Currently, Mo Mo’s cultivation level was at the late Golden Core stage, and he was also a high-level ghost general at this point.

Initially, he planned to condense his physical body and finish his retreat, but when he heard Ye Mo’s casual remark, he paused. Since his wife hoped he could reach the Nascent Soul stage, he decided to push straight to it. Honestly, coming out at the Golden Core stage, especially with six kids already in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, was a bit of pressure for him.

Without an absolute advantage, how could he control those six little troublemakers?

Moreover, he had a plan: as long as his wife hadn’t formed her Nascent Soul, he must ensure the six kids didn’t form their Golden Cores. They were all currently pure cultivators and hadn’t combined ghost cultivation, which wouldn’t do.

After all, they would eventually return to the Dark Realm, and their current bodies wouldn’t survive there. So, some things had to start early, including ghost cultivation from a young age.

Mo Mo resumed his training.

Ye Mo had no idea that her casual words had led Mo Mo to make such a significant decision. In the future, the six kids would certainly have a hard time, thanks to their dad’s relentless approach. He not only suppressed their cultivation advancements but also forced them into ghost cultivation with just one sentence: “Don’t you want to keep pace with your mother?”

Meanwhile, Ye Mo was completely oblivious. She was busy playing with building blocks with the kids—tiny blocks numbering in the thousands. Just looking at them made Ye Mo cringe, but the six kids were engrossed, enjoying every minute of it.

Ye Mo couldn’t help but sigh. No matter how high their cultivation levels got, the six little ones still retained their childlike innocence. After all, they were just approaching their first birthday.

Interestingly, all six kids already had full sets of teeth, which would astonish anyone on the outside if they knew.

After noticing the kids’ teeth, Ye Mo sneaked out and checked on the puppets. She found that even the six puppets were growing teeth, behaving like real children as they developed.

Furthermore, Yu He’s child had also calmed down significantly, thanks to drinking a lot of Vitality Water. Qin Lin was really willing to invest in Yu He!

What Ye Mo didn’t know was that Qin Lin’s kindness to Yu He was mainly because of her connection to Ye Mo, whose body was originally Yu He’s sister’s.

Although Qin Lin treated Yu He much better now, he never touched her again, nor did he approach any other women on the ship. He found himself unsure of what to do. Seeing the looks these women gave him, he couldn’t bring himself to kick them all out.

These women were mostly attracted when he hadn’t yet regained his memories, making it hard to blame everything on his identity as Prince Caser. He knew very well that, aside from one woman brought from the Main Star, all the others were his own doing.

Qin Lin found it hard to believe how he had become so fickle.

They say, “One night together breeds a hundred days of kindness.”

Sighing deeply, Qin Lin felt stuck. He couldn’t bear to be harsh to these women, but if he didn’t deal with them, he’d never stand a chance with Ye Mo! Of course, even if he did, the odds weren’t in his favour. Mo Mo was cunning, and in every clash between them, Qin Lin mostly lost.

Even in his encounter with Ye Mo, he gained nothing. When he returned to the Dark Realm, Mo Mo almost obliterated his soul!

Lying on the ship’s deck, Qin Lin realized he might be the only one daring enough to be there—the last time he was struck by lightning at this very spot. If his guess was right, the lightning strike was due to Ye Mo’s Golden Core tribulation.

Qin Lin was filled with frustration. Why had he endured so much yet received nothing in return? He even took the tribulation lightning for Ye Mo; why couldn’t she be his?

Regarding those so-called main and concubine wives from the Main Star, what did they have to do with him? Sure, he’d flirted with many women, but he never made any formal commitments, did he? Maybe once he dealt with those supposed wives on the Main Star, he’d have a chance?

Qin Lin sighed again. Just then, a woman approached, carrying a tray. “Your Highness, please have some fruit,” she said quietly.

Qin Lin glanced at her; she was Fei Erna, the original owner’s favourite concubine brought from the Main Star. Fei Erna was delicate, beautiful, and above all, gentle and kind.

“Your Highness,” Fei Erna looked at Qin Lin with eyes full of tender allure, as if they were hooks tugging at his heart.

Qin Lin noticed the tray; the fruit on it was from him, yet she hadn’t eaten any. Instead, she’d peeled and prepared it for him. He lifted her chin, “You’re quite obedient.”

Fei Erna nuzzled against his hand, her delicate face like a kitten’s. “Fei Erna will always be Your Highness’s most obedient treasure.”

Her seductive presence stirred Qin Lin. Never one to deny himself, he lifted Fei Erna into his arms and carried her back to his room.

Neither Ye Mo nor Mo Mo witnessed this scene. Had Mo Mo seen it, he’d likely remark that Qin Lin couldn’t change his ways. If Ye Mo had seen it, she’d probably distanced herself even more—how could he hope to approach her behaving like this?

No sooner had Qin Lin placed Fei Erna on his bed than thunder rumbled above. This time, the thunder seemed even stronger than the last.

Qin Lin tossed Fei Erna aside and ran out.

The deck was still deserted, with only Qin Lin standing there. He looked up at the tribulation clouds that seemed to lock onto their ship, nearly spitting blood in frustration.

What was happening now? Whose tribulation was this? Mo Mo’s? But it didn’t seem like it…

Qin Lin ordered the ship’s defensive shields to activate, intending to retreat inside but soon realized he was targeted and couldn’t get in.

Qin Lin was close to despair. What was he supposed to do now? Why was it him facing tribulation lightning again? Regretting his decision, he wished he hadn’t run outside—staying in his room would’ve been so much better.

But regret came too late. The formidable tribulation lightning had locked onto him. Thankfully, he had some experience from the previous strike, and his body had developed a bit of resistance to lightning. Surviving this round would be tough, but not impossible!

(End of Chapter)