Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Hey Handsome

In the boundless expanse of the spiritual space, Xiang Yu found solace with Lian and Mei. Time was an abstract concept here, slipping through their fingers like grains of sand.

The trio spent their days in a leisurely haze, with Lian and Mei doing their best to lift Xiang Yu’s spirits. They watched shows together, the flickering images casting a warm glow on their faces. It was a temporary escape from the stone weighing heavy on his heart.

Xiang Yu often found himself lost in thought, his mind drifting to the Divine Emperor. He wanted to ask him when they would leave this place and go to the next world, but the cold war between them made him restrain himself.

One night, as Xiang Yu slept peacefully, the tranquillity of the spiritual space was shattered. A brilliant light enveloped their bodies, its intensity blinding. Lian and Mei stirred beside him, their forms shimmering as the light grew brighter. In an instant, they vanished, leaving the spiritual space behind. The transition was seamless, the shift from one realm to another as effortless as a breath.

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The haze of cigarette smoke hung thick in the air, curling lazily toward the dimly lit ceiling. Blue neon lights flickered intermittently, casting ghostly shadows on the plush carpet that swallowed sounds in the room. Xiang Yu stirred beneath silk sheets that felt foreign against his skin, their cool touch a stark contrast to what he was used to.

He woke up with a dizzying sensation that swept through him like a tide. Sitting up abruptly, he rubbed his forehead with a nasal groan, trying to clear the fog from his mind. His eyes fluttered open but remained blurry.

It took him a moment to register where he was. The room appeared low-end yet oddly luxurious. It was a space clearly designed for indulgence rather than comfort. Two naked women lay beside him; one nestled under the silk sheets, her features obscured by darkness, while the other sprawled half across him, her leg resting on his thigh.

He pushed the woman’s leg away gently; she didn’t stir but rolled over into deeper slumber instead. He scanned the room. Above him was a mirrored ceiling reflecting an image of himself, shirtless and clad only in a pair of tight briefs. There were empty bottles cluttered beside the bed, cigarette buds and a small bag of colourful pills on the bedside table. They were clear pieces of evidence of a night of extreme debauchery.

A muted television flickered softly on the wall, playing some melancholic tune. "What is going on?" he asked the Divine Emperor in his mind.

"Oh ho! Now you want to talk to me," came his playful taunt tinged with mockery.

Xiang Yu grimaced inwardly. He wasn’t in the mood for games or dealing with his childish antics. "Where are Lian and Mei?" He pulled on a shirt emblazoned with flashy prints that felt gaudy and an eye sore and buttoned it up.

The Divine Emperor coughed audibly within Xiang Yu’s mind unable to stand the coldness in Xiang Yu’s voice. "They’re...on a cargo ship."

"Where? Where is that?" His voice dripped with urgency as he shoved denim jeans up over his lean hips.