Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 663: Realm’s youngest terror

The air shimmered as a ripple of divine energy tore through the veil between realms. In a burst of radiant light, Xiang Yu, Han Xin, and little Han Jingxi reappeared in the heart of the demon realm. The sky above them pulsed with residual power, and the ground beneath their feet hummed with recognition.

Lian, Mei, and Little Bai who had spent the last hours pacing, praying, and panicking sprinted toward them, their expressions a mix of relief and disbelief.

"You are back!" Mei cried, eyes wide with emotion.

Lian immediately began inspecting them from head to toe, her fingers fluttering like a healer’s. "Did they hurt you?" she demanded.

"If they did," Mei added, her voice sharp as a blade, "we will bring hell to their gates."

Xiang Yu offered a tired but reassuring smile. "We are all okay."

Han Xin looked up and called, "Han Zhan."

From the sky, the Veyrasha bird descended in a graceful arc, feathers glinting like polished obsidian. But as it landed, its form shimmered and in a flash, Han Zhan stood in his true form, tall and radiant.

Little Bai’s jaw dropped. "Di-did you see that? Mimi is a person!"

To his surprise, no one else reacted. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Han Xin chuckled. "You don’t have to be a bird anymore. The Divine Council won’t interfere."

His father had told him that before they left the Hall—along with the promise that Han Xin’s divine powers would soon return. Jingxi’s existence had shifted the balance, giving Han Jun leverage against the council.

Han Zhan stretched his arms. "Thank the heavens. Do you know how much I hate feathers? That one nearly plucked me bald."

Little Bai laughed nervously. "How was I supposed to know you were a person?"

Han Zhan smiled his silver hair cascading like moonlight and his smirk curling with wicked delight. He cracked his knuckles, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Who was it that kept kissing my face every day?" he drawled, voice dripping with mock menace. "You dare try it now?"

Little Bai turned pale, eyes wide with horror. "Ahhhh! I changed in front of you! You—you saw everything!"

Xiang Yu, utterly unfazed, turned to the others. "Let’s go inside and let them deal with their mess."

Han Xin nodded immediately. "Agreed."

Mei and Lian didn’t even hesitate. The group turned as one, heading toward the palace.

"Aaaaahhhhh Don’t leave me!" Little Bai wailed, scrambling after them.

Han Zhan cracked his neck. "Come here. I need to return everything you did to me, tenfold."

With a shriek, Little Bai bolted, his robes flapping wildly as Han Zhan gave chase, laughter echoing behind him like thunder.

Across the demon realm, ancient beasts paused mid-growl, shadow spirits blinked in confusion, and the once-ominous air now felt suspiciously like the set of a Hallmark rom-com. The demons exchanged glances, unsure whether to intervene or simply accept that their terrifying domain had been hijacked by divine chaos.

None dared interfere, well, unless they had a death wish. And so, the chase continued, one flustered cultivator, one vengeful immortal, and a realm that would never be the same again.

***

A few months later....

The garden was bathed in a warm, golden glow, the late afternoon sun filtering through the canopy of spirit blossoms that swayed gently in the breeze. Xiang Yu sat nestled in Han Xin’s arms, the two of them curled together on a velvet-draped bench like lovers in the first bloom of infatuation. Han Xin’s chin rested on Xiang Yu’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around his waist, fingers lazily tracing circles against his lover’s stomach. The sight was so saccharine it could rot teeth, sickly sweet, yet undeniably tender.

Nearby, Lian and Mei were seated on a silken rug, giggling as they decorated Little Jingxi’s hair with shimmering bows and enchanted ribbons. The little dumpling sat obediently, basking in the attention like a pampered prince, his eyes sparkling with delight.

In the kitchen, chaos of a different kind brewed. Little Bai and Han Zhan were reenacting a romantic scene so dramatic and steamy it could’ve made a thousand fujoshis faint. Han Zhan dipped little Bai with theatrical flair, whispering lines that would make a playwright weep.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in Xiang Yu’s mind. Your Majesty.

Xiang Yu rubbed his thumb against Han Xin’s finger, replying silently, It better be urgent.

You are being challenged.

Xiang Yu’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. Han Xin felt the shift instantly. He pressed his face against Xiang Yu’s neck, voice low and husky. "What is it?"

Xiang Yu’s voice was like silk over steel. "Someone just brought themselves to my door. Just like your father said."

Han Xin whispered, lips brushing his ear, "Finish it fast... so I can reward you."

Xiang Yu turned slightly, meeting Han Xin’s gaze from the corner of his eye. "I want the red rope today."

Han Xin’s cheeks flushed, recalling exactly what that meant. "Okay," he murmured, "anything for my beautiful husband."

***

Xiang Yu sat upon his obsidian throne, carved from the bones of ancient beasts and veined with molten crimson. His expression was cold, carved from stone and shadow, a stark contrast to the warmth he had in the garden. Draped in black and red robes that shimmered with infernal embroidery, he looked every inch the sovereign of the demon realm. His hair was tied half-up, half-down, with loose strands falling across his forehead like silk threads of war. A golden ring glinted on his finger, a quiet but potent symbol of his union with Han Xin.

He rubbed his top lip with his index finger, and the gold earring with its crimson tassel swayed gently, catching the light like a blood-soaked flame. Beside him, Han Xin sat with quiet intensity, their fingers entwined, a silent show of unity and power.

Lian and Mei stood like sentinels, weapons drawn, eyes sharp. The demons knelt low, trembling beneath Xiang Yu’s oppressive aura that pressed down like a storm cloud ready to burst.

Then Peng Xiu entered.

Her aura was venomous, her body unnaturally whole, healed by the demon king she had ensnared. It was clear they had thrown their lot behind her, hoping to dethrone the one who had reshaped the realms.

Xiang Yu propped his head lazily with his fist, watching her approach with the detached amusement of a god surveying a mortal. Her expression faltered when she saw Han Xin.

"Xin-ge," she said, voice trembling.

Xiang Yu’s lips twitched.

Before she could utter another word, an unknown force, wild, ancient, and furious, swept through the hall and slammed her against the wall with a deafening crack.

Silence fell.

And Xiang Yu didn’t even blink.

Peng Xiu staggered to her feet, blood trailing from her lips, her pride more wounded than her body. She gritted her teeth, voice sharp and venomous. "Xiang Yu, don’t be so shameless fighting outside the arena!"

Xiang Yu shrugged, his expression carved from ice. "I didn’t do anything."

A soft giggle echoed through the hall, light and mischievous. The visitors, unfamiliar with the realm’s youngest terror, looked up in confusion.