Chapter 1(1)

"The prince has given instructions. The third young master must complete the tasks assigned by the prince. If you cooperate more, then after saving the seeds, I may give you a good reward."

Under the dim candlelight, the voice of the supervisor of the torture hall in the Yuanguo Palace rang in Fei Ran's ears again, and then in the torture hall that had gradually quieted down, all kinds of noisy, crying or pleading female voices also came in like a wave.

"Third Young Master..."

"I beg you, slave..."

All the beauties, either beautiful or enchanting, knelt at Feiran's feet again, begging and sobbing, but Feiran didn't even look at her. From the beginning to the end, he kept saying the same thing.

"No need, just kill me now."

"I would like to see whether it is your bones that are stronger or my whip that is stronger..." The head of the execution hall raised his hand angrily and swung the whip at him several times.

As Fei Lie's march to the palace gradually accelerated, when Fei Lie, who could no longer wait any longer, sent someone to come, Fei Ran had been trapped in the torture hall of the palace for three days. During these three days and nights, Fei Ran never once asked for mercy, even if he was in charge of the palace.The chief steward of the execution hall ordered his subordinates to take turns to execute the executions. The third young master, who was only fourteen years old, just stood up and gritted his teeth and let them do what they did. He would rather die than touch the women sent by Fei Lie.

On this day, Du Yanzhong, who was Fei Lie's right-hand man, came to the execution hall in the palace and strode up to Fei Ran, who was being tortured for three consecutive days. He looked dissatisfied at Fei Ran, who had only one breath left but still gritted his teeth and refused to faint.

He asked to the side, "Still haven't touched any?"

"This kid is as reserved as a noble and chaste woman." The head of the execution hall glanced at the dying Fei Ran with disgust. He didn't understand how much he disliked such a beautiful thing before his eyes. Even if they tried all kinds of temptations, he still couldn't react at all, and he wouldn't give up that ridiculous moral integrity.

Du Yanzhong waved his hand, "Forget it, the prince doesn't have to do it."

After hearing this, the supervisor of the execution hall immediately took all the women prepared for Feiran into custody. When Feiran, who thought he had escaped danger again, was about to close his eyes and take a rest, his hair was violently pulled by Du Yanzhong unexpectedly.

"I heard that Third Young Master, you hate soul service very much?" Those soul servants promised by Fei Lie have long wanted to kill this brat who relies on his status to live and die. The reason why he is here today is all thanks to this brat.

Fei Ran said hoarsely, "So what?"

"Look what this is?" He, who had received countless gold and silver and was entrusted to come here, took out an envelope from his arms, and then carefully took out a piece of paper that Fei Lie personally rewarded.

Feiran seemed to understand something, and immediately he clenched his fists as if facing a formidable enemy and glared at him viciously.

"Since you regard your soul as nothing, and always look down on us so much... then let me make a wish."

Sure enough, he was afraid of what would happen. As soon as Du Yanzhong opened his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

"Don't even think about it." When he thought about asking him to make a wish on the soul paper that would endanger the world and bring disaster to the world, Feiran refused without thinking.

"What wish should I ask you to make..." Du Yanzhong didn't care about his rejection at all. He just stroked his chin with one hand and seemed to be busy thinking, "As for the price, what should I ask you to pay?"

The head of the execution hall in the palace sneered, "Why go to all the trouble? Can't we just write it for him at will?"

"Third Young Master, do you plan to write down the points yourself, or do we do it for you? You know, if you let me do it, there is no guarantee what wish we will make. Well, do you think it is better to destroy the living beings, or to make a wish to create a murderous god?" Du Yanzhong shook his head and said, seemingly troubled by too many choices.

Listening to his suggestion that he and Fei Lie generally didn't care about human life, Fei Ran took a few deep breaths and had no choice but to lower his face and lower his head at this moment.

"I write."

"This is the beginning." Du Yanzhong smiled and ordered someone to remove the cuffs on his right hand, "Come on."

Feiran moved his right hand, which had been tied high to the wall for a long time. When the numbness in his fingertips finally subsided, he raised his hand, and Du Yanzhong cut the index finger of his right hand with a knife, and then forcibly placed it on the soul paper spread out by two execution hall stewards.

At first glance, the soul paper looks no different from ordinary paper. When the brilliant blood drops fall on the paper, the paper that absorbs the fresh blood is like a greedy beast, craving for more blood brought by ambition and desire. The plain paper surface slowly glows with colored lights like glass, seeming to seduce people's minds as much as possible.

Feiran only hesitated for a moment, then raised his finger to write down his wish under Du Yanzhong's urging eyes, and then Du Yanzhong immediately slapped his fingertip away.

"Do good, help others, and benefit the world?" Du Yanzhong frowned dissatisfied, "What kind of ghost wish is this?" Who has no selfish motives, and who doesn't care about fame and fortune?Who in the world who has obtained the soul paper would make such a selfless and stupid wish?

"I'd love to."

"As for the price, boy, what price can you pay?" Du Yanzhong suppressed his unhappiness and continued to speak without frustration, "I heard that when the prince's bodyguard made a wish on his behalf, some gave him a pair of eyes, some became mute, and some even sacrificed the lives of the whole family..."

Fei Ran silently allowed himself and the people in the torture hall to mock him maliciously, and did not care at all what price he would be forced to pay. His naturally stubborn temper made him like a cow that refused to drink water even if its head was pressed hard. No matter how hard and cruel the attackers were, he would remain indifferent.

Unexpectedly, his stubborn look aroused Du Yanzhong's thoughts. He thought for a moment, softened his tone, and asked in an especially amiable manner.

"I heard from these execution hall managers that the reason why you refused to leave a bloodline for the prince was because you disliked him?" The only person in the world who dares to despise Fei Lie so openly is probably this brat who doesn't know the bounds of heaven and earth and is not grateful at all for his life.

"It's because they're dirty." Fei Ran snorted coldly and turned to look at them, the lackeys who belonged to Fei Lie, with disdain. "It's disgusting to think about the dirty and filthy blood of that madman flowing through them. I wish that the blood of that madman would be cut off in my generation."

"Oh, really?" Du Yanzhong raised his eyebrows indifferently, "Since you don't plan to leave your bloodline, why not let me fulfill your wish."

Fulfill his wish?

Fei Ran looked at him defensively with a malicious smile, grabbed his bleeding hand, pinched his fingertips, and maliciously wrote two words for him on the soul paper as a price.

"You..." Feiran, whose fingertips were still pressed on the soul paper, was stunned for only a moment, and immediately narrowed his eyes fiercely.

Du Yanzhong patted his cheek, "Don't you care anyway? I'm here to help you."

After a moment of excitement, Fei Ran calmed down immediately. When Du Yanzhong stared at him and began to ridicule him, the fingertips resting on the soul paper moved without leaving a trace...

Seeing the soul paper that had made the wish and paid the price, it turned into a purple fire and burned shortly after the wish was fulfilled. Smelling the indescribable and alluring smell after the paper burned, Du Yanzhong raised Fei Li's chin and pinched him back to his senses after he was absent-minded and didn't know where he was wandering.

"But you seem to have forgotten that you are just one of Mr. Wang's children. So what if you don't want to give birth? There will always be someone who can give birth."

"What do you mean?" Fei Ran tried to dodge his hand in pain, but he couldn't think of any other choice for Fei Lie in the house besides him.

"Just like the fourth lady who you regard as a jewel."

Feiran's eyes widened in horror, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't you know, Third Young Master? Your Majesty has rewarded us with the noble Fourth Young Lady." Du Yanzhong let go of his hand, straightened his sleeves, and motioned to his colleagues who couldn't wait for a long time. He walked to the door of the execution hall while saying, "You can enjoy the punishment in the palace slowly here. We have to go back to the palace to taste what it is like to be a royal daughter!"