Volume 3, Chapter 225 – She’s My Poop-Scooper!

“How dare you! How dare you speak to His Highness in such a tone!”

The surrounding guards erupted in fury and lunged forward to attack once more.

“Did I permit you to move?”

Qi Huang narrowed her beautiful eyes, and her divine sense crushed down again, pressing the guards firmly into the ground.

“Ah, now, now—no need to be rude to the Crown Princess.”

The sinister Crown Prince waved a hand to command his subordinates, his smile never fading. He lifted his sleeve, pointing at his slender, unmuscular arm.

“My love, what do you think of this golden skin of mine? I’d love to lounge about lazily, but alas, it’s far too eye-catching to keep a low profile.”

“Such a scrawny arm—what’s the point of flashy skin? Just a pathetic weakling.”

Qi Huang scoffed in disdain. Did this skeletal arm really deserve to be shown off? Even her male form had been more impressive.

The Crown Prince’s smile turned icy. He scrutinized Qi Huang once more before suddenly chuckling inexplicably.

“You know what? Every woman who’s ever met me has been utterly docile, as dull as wood. You’re the first to dare speak to me like this. A woman like you, conquering you would be truly satisfying. I like it!”

“So the Crown Prince is a masochist, is he? In that case, how about I reward you a little more?”

Qi Huang smirked, her tone laced with mockery.

“Oh? And how does my beloved plan to reward me?”

The Crown Prince tilted his head, feigning curiosity.

“A few insults can’t possibly satisfy Your Highness’ appetite. How about chopping off your hands and feet? It’s not like you’ll die—you’re a zombie, after all.”

Qi Huang’s voice was sweetly venomous, baiting him.

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“Such generosity! Then, by all means, my love—reward me.”

The Crown Prince’s lips curled slightly. His figure vanished from where he stood, and his right fist shot forward, unleashing a devastating shockwave that surged toward Qi Huang like a raging tsunami.

Qi Huang wasn’t foolish enough to meet force with force. Her figure flickered like a ghost as she dodged, then immediately concentrated all her divine sense to suppress him in one decisive strike.

The Crown Prince’s body suddenly froze mid-air. The divine sense supporting his flight shattered beneath him, and with nothing to hold him up, he plummeted downward at terrifying speed, the friction of his descent howling through the air.

BOOM!

The Crown Prince slammed into the ground like a meteor, blasting a crater into the earth. Cracks spiderwebbed outward, splitting the land apart.

“Ah—!”

At the same time, a woman’s scream tore through one of the distant palaces, the very person whose divine sense had been sustaining the Crown Prince’s flight.

“What’s wrong, Your Highness? Couldn’t even last a few breaths? How pathetic.”

Qi Huang taunted. She had long since realized that the Crown Prince relied on another’s divine sense to fly, otherwise, how could a mere Golden Zombie achieve flight?

Of course, forcing him down wasn’t her true goal. She wanted to demonstrate her strength, to make him realize the gap between them and retreat.

“Tsk. It seems I overestimated you. Early-stage Divine Ability Realm divine sense? Conquering you would hardly be satisfying.”

The Crown Prince’s disappointed voice echoed from below. Moments later, he emerged from the dust, completely unharmed.

“Damn it!”

Qi Huang’s face paled. Her act had failed spectacularly. His strength was likely at the mid-to-late Golden Zombie stage, far beyond the cultivation level she had pretended to possess.

“As a martial artist, my divine sense cannot leave my body. True flight is forever beyond my reach. And yet, martial artists can still rival cultivators. Do you know why, my love?”

The Crown Prince clasped his hands behind his back, gazing up at Qi Huang.

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“Because of killing intent! With killing intent, no one, not even a cultivator, can look down on a martial artist from above! So, my dear, why don’t you come down and surrender yourself to me?”

The moment he finished speaking, the Crown Prince’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. His crimson gaze sharpened into a tangible force, erupting into a terrifying killing intent that locked onto Qi Huang like chains.

Instantly, Qi Huang felt as if she had been marked by a vengeful ghost. A bone-deep chill surged from her heart, spreading through her entire body. Her hair stood on end, her thoughts scattered, and her divine sense collapsed.

The next second, she tumbled from the sky like a bird with broken wings.

“Damn it! Not this killing intent again!”

Panic seized her. She knew she had lost completely. Desperate, she tried to contact her main body to escape, but to her horror, she found that her scattered mind couldn’t even form a mental transmission.

With no other choice, she fought against the fear gnawing at her heart, mustering the last shreds of her divine sense to slow her fall. But it was barely enough to cushion her descent.

The Crown Prince’s smile widened. He stepped forward, arms outstretched, waiting for the beauty above to fall right into his embrace.

“It’s over! If I land in that zombie’s hands, I won’t just be a woman—I’ll be a married woman!”

Her heart sank. Regret flooded her—if only she hadn’t been so reckless! Now, she had lost everything.

“I told you—today is my wedding day. Nothing will change that. Not even you.”

The Crown Prince’s laughter boomed arrogantly.

“Congratulations, Your Highness! Long live the Crown Prince!”

The entire mausoleum’s evil spirits knelt in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

“Oh? Not even me?”

Just then, a surge of divine sense caught Qi Huang mid-air. A crisp, youthful voice rang out.

“It’s Yaoyao! She didn’t abandon me! I’m saved!”

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Tears of relief welled in Qi Huang’s eyes. It wasn’t that she was prone to crying—it was just that the thought of being married off to a man was utterly terrifying.

“Who goes there?”

The Crown Prince’s gaze sharpened like arrows, piercing through the thick miasma of Yin energy as he searched for the source of the voice.

“This young lady is her master. If you want to lay a finger on my poop-scooper, shouldn’t you ask for my permission first?”

Before the words had even fully faded, a cat-eared girl materialized beside Qi Huang.

“A cat demon? No—a Fiendish Specter-stage cat spirit! Judging by your aura, at least mid-to-late stage?”

The Crown Prince’s expression darkened.

“You’re not bad yourself—a mid-stage Golden Zombie.”

Yaoyao’s delicate face curled into a mocking smirk.

“Might I ask, honored cat spirit, what are your intentions?”

The Crown Prince weighed his options before speaking cautiously.

“I don’t like repeating myself.”

Yaoyao’s tone was frosty, offering no face.

“We are both of the ghost race. Why aid a cultivator? If it’s a servant you desire, how about me? Or anyone in this mausoleum—man or woman, take your pick! A beauty like yourself surely has many willing ghosts and zombies eager to serve.”

The Crown Prince attempted negotiation.

“You think just anyone can be this young lady’s poop-scooper? My servant must be beautiful, kind, and strong. Look at yourselves—a bunch of green-faced, fanged monsters. Who here meets those standards?”

Yaoyao wrinkled her nose in disgust.

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“So you insist on taking her?”

The Crown Prince’s smile froze.

“Yes. Or do you wish to fight me? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten—Nine Nether Demon Cats are the natural bane of the ghost race?”

Yaoyao’s reminder was sweetly menacing. Without warning, she opened her mouth and let out a soft, piercing—

“Meow.”

The sound was quiet, yet it carried an eerie resonance, rippling outward in visible soundwaves.

“Ah! Save us!”

Wherever the soundwaves passed, weaker ghosts shrieked before disintegrating like sand blown away by a hurricane.

“Enough! Take her and go!”

The Crown Prince’s face twisted in conflict before he finally waved his sleeve in reluctant concession. While he himself was unafraid of Yaoyao, as the Crown Prince, he couldn’t ignore the losses among his subordinates.

“Wise choice.”

Yaoyao smiled in satisfaction.

“Wait!”

Qi Huang had already recovered. She hadn’t forgotten her original goal—with such a powerful ally present, she wasn’t about to waste this chance to bully the bully.

“Don’t forget my earlier demand. If you’re a dragon, coil! If you’re a tiger, crouch! Halt the spread of Yin energy at once—or prepare to become cat food!”

She flipped upright, pointing imperiously at the Crown Prince.