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    Chapter 34: White Egg

    Wen Ying placed his hand on Bellos's arm and said, "Wait a moment."

    Bellos paused and followed Wen Ying's gaze to a spot that was a mix of grass and trees, dividing the playground from a road on the other side.

    "What are you looking at?"

    "There seems to be something white over there, and it just moved," Wen Ying said, walking curiously towards it.

    Indeed, there seemed to be an object.

    The two demons approached, and Wen Ying crouched down, cautiously extending his index finger to touch the white thing.

    It was more like a low shrub than a clump of grass, with part of the white object protruding outward in a smooth curve. It felt hard, and a sharp black claw reached out to touch it as well. Reflexively, Wen Ying swatted the hand away.

    "..."

    Looking at Bellos, Wen Ying chuckled awkwardly. "Your fingertips might puncture it."

    Boros stood up and said, "Don't pick up random things. It's probably trash. I think it's an egg, probably dropped by the kitchen staff when they were transporting food."

    Wen Ying carefully extracted the object, revealing a large white egg that was so big it could be hugged, and quite heavy, roughly equivalent to the weight of a box of milk. Wen Ying weighed it in his hands.

    "What is this?" Wen Ying was somewhat excited. Such a large egg, would it hatch into a cute magical beast? Demons were different from humans. After becoming one, Wen Ying could tell if something was alive or dead just by touching it. This egg had a faint sign of vitality, with a small lifeform inside.

    Wen Ying placed his hand on the eggshell. It felt as though something inside the egg was also touching his palm through the shell.

    "!" Wen Ying's eyes sparkled. He wanted to raise it!

    As he held the egg in one hand, he looked up and saw Boros with a cold expression. "Why would you pick up a magical beast egg with such weak life fluctuations? Even eating it would be like consuming junk food; it doesn't have much magical power."

    Upon finishing his sentence, Boros noticed Wen Ying's slightly darkened expression.

    "It's not for eating, it's for raising."

    Boros: "????"

    In the blink of an eye, the egg he was holding with one hand suddenly tilted downward. Wen Ying's heart leapt with fright, and he quickly lunged forward, using his body to catch the egg. He examined it closely, reassured only after confirming that it wasn't cracked.

    Boros gazed at the egg, absolutely certain that his grip hadn't been the issue; under normal circumstances, it wouldn't have slipped. The only explanation was that something inside the egg had moved on its own.

    For some reason, Boros felt an unprecedented surge of anger, not the kind provoked by other demons, but rather a resentment akin to being toyed with.

    Seeing that they hadn't started yet, Feng Luo approached and asked, "Boros, why haven't you begun?"

    As he spoke, he glanced at the egg in Wen Ying's arms, examining it closely for a moment before inquiring, "Where did you find this egg, Wen Ying?"

    Wen Ying, cradling the egg, stood up and replied, "In this thicket, Teacher Feng Luo. Do you know what kind of magical beast this egg belongs to?"

    "It was likely abandoned by its mother."

    Wen Ying's hand paused in mid-air as he held the egg, a questioning look of confusion in his eyes.

    "White," Feng Luo said, "very rare. Female creatures usually abandon white eggs." His gaze shifted to Wen Ying, dressed all in white, and after a brief pause, he added, "You should be well aware that white is not favored in the Demon Realm."

    Wen Ying, holding the egg: "..." He had gained another piece of common knowledge - magical beasts tended to abandon white eggs.

    Boros said, "Just toss it. White eggs are usually duds. You won't be pleased if it ends up being a stillborn inside the shell..." Why did he even care about Wen Ying's mood? Boros fell temporarily silent, thoroughly perplexed.

    The egg in Wen Ying's arms trembled suddenly, filling him with joy. He declared firmly, "I'm going to raise it."

    Beros's brow furrowed as he glared at the egg with displeasure. His naturally hanging fingers twitched, wishing he had punctured it just moments ago.

    Feng Luo paid no heed. He simply said, "If you're going to raise it, then do it quickly. Let's practice. If I find out that you still have a lot of magic power left later, I won't mind putting in extra work to help you exhaust it."

    Wen Ying grimaced. "Teacher Feng Luo, aren't you against working overtime?"

    "Fashionable words from you," Feng Luo commented nonchalantly. "I don't mind working overtime, but I'll be very irritable when I do."

    A blatant threat.

    Wen Ying looked around and found a safe spot to place the egg. He slowly recited a basic ice spell, encircling the egg with ice blocks to prevent it from rolling away. The ice blocks were two meters away from the egg, ensuring it wouldn't freeze.

    Perhaps it had rolled into the grass on its own.

    Feeling somewhat reassured, Wen Ying walked over to Beros and stood before him. Gazing at the devil, who was as arrogant and handsome as ever, Wen Ying realized that this was an opportunity to attack Beros without getting killed.

    "You won't use excessive force, right?" Wen Ying asked tentatively, blinking his eyes. Almost instinctively, his tail tried to curl around Beros again, but he broke into a cold sweat when it was just centimeters away. He hastily retracted it.

    Boros felt an itch in his ear, and he casually stretched his limbs. His tall and robust demonic figure, filled with youthful vigor, displayed sinewy muscle lines that rippled with each movement, exuding explosive power when tense.

    His face, straddling the line between boyhood and manhood, was mature yet slightly immature, coldly handsome. As long as Boros kept quiet, he was a walking hormone.

    "Safety first," Boros said. He couldn't understand Wen Ying's timid demeanor. How could a demon lack a fighting instinct? After some thought, he decided to help Wen Ying awaken it today, so he would at least look like a proper demon.

    Wen Ying watched as Boros was engulfed in black flames. His eyelids twitched wildly; he suspected Boros was taking out personal revenge.

    ...

    Wu Fei, sparring with Levimo, heard a massive explosion nearby. The smoke, whipped by the fierce wind, spread towards him, carrying a whiff of burnt scent.

    Involuntarily, Wu Fei turned his head. A surge of force hit him before he realized what was happening. Levimo's tail had struck his abdomen, sending him flying over ten meters away.

    Struggling to his feet, he found a fist stopped inches from his face. Clutching his stomach, Wu Fei grimaced and said, "Levimo, no need to be so serious, right?"

    Levimo stood before Wu Fei, his expression cold but filled with disappointment. "How could you completely lose focus during battle?"

    Wu Fei shrank back. "I won't do it again." Curiosity triumphed over pain, and he turned to see where the explosion had originated. His entire being trembled; Levimo had been merciful on him.

    As he looked over, Beros launched a mid-air kick that sent Wen Ying flying several dozen meters away. He then immediately closed in, his fist wrapped in black flames delivering a heavy blow.

    Wu Fei, who had been crouching on the ground with his hands on his stomach, was deeply moved upon witnessing the battle between Beros and Wen Ying. He embraced Levimo's leg emotionally.

    Every hair on Levimo's demonic body stood on end. Reacting instinctively, he kicked Wu Fei away, sending him soaring through the air in a perfect parabola, directly into the midst of another demonic battle.

    Before Wu Fei could recover from the excruciating pain that felt like broken bones, a scorching heat enveloped him. He focused to see a three-headed hellhound composed entirely of black flames charging at him in just a few seconds.

    Wu Fei: "???"

    Levimo: "!" Realizing he had subconsciously held nothing back due to his obsession with cleanliness, he hurriedly rushed over, feeling awkward and at a loss as he gazed at Wu Fei, now smoking from the black flames burning all over his demonic form.

    "Um... Second Prince, are you alright?"

    Wen Ying peeked out from behind Wu Fei, looking at the prince in confusion. "Second Prince, why did you rush over?"

    Beros approached, assessing the extent of Wu Fei's injuries – not out of concern, but to judge his defensive capabilities.

    His defenses are stronger than anticipated, Beros judged inwardly. Not bad, he might have a chance to compete for the throne against the Devil King's eldest son with some more growth.

    Perseus inwardly assessed the situation before addressing Levimo, "Are your old habits resurfacing?"

    Levimo's usually aloof expression was tinged with embarrassment. Normal fox demons shared some traits with succubi, but he was an exception. He had been fastidious since childhood and recoiled at the touch of other demons, not to mention that he also disliked conversing with unfamiliar demons – it made him feel uneasy and uncomfortable all over.

    All demons in the Realm of Devils knew that the elder brother among the current generation of nine-tailed foxes was an oddity among his kind. The fox clan's allure and charm were transformed into genuine abstinence within him.

    Wen Ying and Wu Fei were unaware. Seeing Levimo approach, Wu Fei instinctively reached out to grab his arm for support to stand up, only to be violently hurled to the ground with a shoulder throw, leaving him dazed for a long while.

    Suddenly, Wen Ying didn't think Perseus was as cold and distant towards demons as he seemed. At least, when Wen Ying couldn't get up, Perseus would extend a hand to help him.

    Feeling his hand being grabbed, Perseus looked down to see Wen Ying's hand. His heart stirred inexplicably, and he reflexively seized Wen Ying's hand, twisting it impulsively.

    "Ouch... Stop, stop, let go, let go!" Wen Ying sucked in a sharp breath, feeling like his arm was about to be dislocated by Perseus's grip.

    Perseus was slightly mesmerized. It wasn't his first time holding another demon's hand, but he enjoyed close combat, relishing the power released through flesh-to-flesh strikes in intense battles. However, this time felt different. Something was amiss, and he wanted to explore this sensation, so he tightened his grip even more.

    Wen Ying's face contorted from the pain. Unable to reach with his other hand, he used his tail to tightly wrap around Perseus's wrist.

    "Perseus, you're taking out your personal grudge on me!" A sudden connection to the card in his pocket jolted Wen Ying's consciousness, and he intuitively learned how to trigger its power with his mind. He unleashed a Rare Card ['Vines Entangle'], binding Perseus like a dumpling.

    Perseus loosened his grip, for these vines were as fragile to him as tofu. Yet, inexplicably, he allowed them to bind him, his blood-red eyes filled with contemplation.

    Wen Ying pressed his injured shoulder, then gazed at the hand that had just been seized. The bruise on his wrist was a disturbing sight. His entire body was already aching, and now it hurt even more. Every muscle and bone ached so much that he dared not breathe naturally.

    Levimo watched in astonishment. When Wu Fei tried to grab his hand again, Levimo lost control and threw him down once more. This time, Wu Fei was completely unconscious.

    Feeling awkward, Levimo scratched his cheek, intending to take Wu Fei to the school clinic. He circled around Wu Fei several times, unsure of how to lift him. Eventually, he reluctantly used his tail to hook Wu Fei's foot, creating a wooden plank with magic. He then lifted Wu Fei onto it with his tail and carried the plank towards the clinic.

    Wen Ying took out a healing card to treat himself. The pain was excruciating, leaving him with no concept of fear. His eyes glared fiercely at Perseus.

    Perseus, who was being glared at, found those silver eyes even more captivating due to the anger they conveyed. Despite it not being a challenging battle, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and he began to pant. His heartbeat was also irregular.

    He clenched his fists, his black nails piercing his flesh as blood trickled from the wounds. However, Perseus seemed entirely oblivious to the pain.

    Wen Ying, who had always been pampered by his parents, understood that such battles were commonplace in the demon world, insignificant matters. But he still felt wronged. Unlike traditional demons who considered injuries trivial, Wen Ying detested being hurt.

    Before turning into a demon, his health had always been poor, with a weak immune system. Minor injuries easily led to infections, and even the slightest inflammation could result in hospitalization. Thus, Wen Ying was extremely cautious about his health.

    He feared any harm to his body, any indication of an unhealthy condition.

    Wen Ying had been holding back, fearing that his difference from other demons would be discovered and raise suspicions about his origins. But the pain was now unbearable, causing his fierce gaze to turn desperately vulnerable.

    Beros was utterly bewildered. Was he really that heavy-handed? It was just a normal sparring move, wasn't it?

    Seeing Wen Ying's state, Beros couldn't help but question if his actions had been inappropriate. After reflecting on the match, he remained perplexed. It was a standard exchange, and he was certain he'd held back. A bit of healing magic, and Wen Ying would be bouncing around again tomorrow.

    Rarely feeling at a loss, the proud demon swiftly untangled himself from the vines and crouched down, awkwardly asking, "Does it...hurt a lot?"

    "Obviously!" Wen Ying snapped, his expression contorting again after the outburst. The exertion had strained his wounds, leaving him momentarily blinded by pain.

    "Bloody hell, you're too delicate..." Beros had never seen Wen Ying like this before, and he couldn't help wondering if white demons were inherently more fragile.

    Feng Luo, who had been keeping an eye on the activities across the training ground, quickly approached and asked, seeing Wen Ying's pained face, "What happened?"

    With a tone of confusion and doubt about his demonic existence, Beros replied, "I didn't go easy on him."

    Feng Luo assessed Wen Ying and concluded that he didn't seem to be faking illness to escape training. He then told Beros, "Forget it. Take him to the infirmary for treatment."

    Beros nodded, intending to consult a professional demon doctor to clarify whether he had unintentionally inflicted serious harm.

    Feng Luo departed, leaving Belos to glance down at Wen Ying for a moment. He raised his hands slightly, pondering the best way to carry him to the infirmary. Recalling Levimo’s method, Wen Ying, as if sensing something, barely audible, said, “I don’t want to be carried that way.”

    ”What a fuss,” Beros muttered inwardly, looking around before finally bending down, sliding his arms under Wen Ying’s knees to lift him up. As he moved, Wen Ying’s wounds collided, causing him to curl up in pain.

    He wasn't a tall figure to begin with, and this contraction made him appear even smaller.

    Belos frowned, doubts about his control over his strength surfacing for the first time. He hurriedly carried Wen Ying towards the infirmary.

    Back at the ice brick, the white egg, sensing that Wen Ying had left, gathered its strength, rolled forward, and with great effort, flipped over the ice brick, rolling in the direction Wen Ying had gone.

    Witnessing this, Feng Luo: "..." Weren't white eggs supposed to have weak vitality?

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    1. silverfox_26
      Apr 24, '24 at 11:11

      Feng Luo departed, leaving PBelos to glance down at Wen Ying for a moment. He raised his hands slightly, pondering the best way to carry him to the infirmary. Recalling Levimo’s method, Wen Ying, as if sensing something, barely audible, said, “I don’t want to be carried that way.”

      ”What a fuss,” PelBeros muttered inwardly, looking around before finally bending down, sliding his arms under Wen Ying’s knees to lift him up. As he moved, Wen Ying’s wounds collided, causing him to curl up in pain.

      PBelos frowned, doubts about his control over his strength surfacing for the first time. He hurriedly carried Wen Ying towards the infirmary.

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