Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 295 - 234: Regaining Memory

The Four Great Sealed Lands had not yet been breached, but the gradual weakening of the seals was an inevitable trend. A very small, elite portion of the Demon Clan had already infiltrated the Beast World, disguised in various identities. They looked no different from ordinary Beastmen, secretly stealing intelligence to report back to the upper echelons of the Void Demon Realm...

More than half of these clandestine agents were managed by the Second Demon Envoy.

Quan Jin arrived at Yin Sha City.

The Second Demon Envoy, Qi Zai, personally came out to greet him.

"Welcome, Young Master. Forgive me for the poor reception."

"Is this Token yours?" Quan Jin asked, producing a black Token.

Qi Zai’s smile froze, his expression darkening abruptly. "A batch of clandestine agents I painstakingly cultivated died a few days ago. You killed them!"

Quan Jin didn’t answer, instead reaching out and crushing the Token.

Countless Demon Soldiers and Generals swarmed out from the shadows, surrounding him.

A storm of blood and gore descended swiftly.

Yin Sha City was transformed into a city of the dead. Quan Jin, shrouded in oppressive Black Evil Qi, trod over a mountain of corpses and bones, like an Asura climbing out of Hell.

Qi Zai collapsed to the ground, scrambling backward in terror.

"Young Master, spare me!"

"I’ll atone for my offense! Please, let me go!"

"I... I’m willing to give you Yin Sha City!"

"Don’t eat me—AH!"

The Demonic Qi around Quan Jin materialized into the giant phantom of a Soaring Snake, which devoured Qi Zai in a single gulp. Immediately after, the aura around Quan Jin surged as his cultivation broke through to the next level.

...

「Meanwhile, at the Phoenix Palace.」

Sang Luo was startled awake from a dream by a sudden palpitation. She stared blankly at the ceiling, then frowned and rubbed her chest. The feeling of her heart pounding quickly faded.

’I must just be too tired lately,’ she thought, closing her eyes and trying to fall back asleep.

A short while later, she was woken again by noises from outside.

She threw on a robe and went out.

It was only then that she learned from the servants...

Xiao’er was dead.

The servants had already disposed of his body in a panic.

Sang Luo froze for two seconds. When she came to her senses, she frowned. ’How could he have died so suddenly?’

’I saw him just fine before I went to sleep.’

’That palpitation I felt, and that faint, familiar fluctuation of energy... could it be...?’

Sang Luo gave the Steward a few Crystal Stones. "Give him a proper burial."

Afterward, she went back inside, her mind heavy with thoughts, only to be startled by a man who had appeared by her bed at some unknown point.

Quan Jin was dressed in black. He was tall and lean, as deep and dark as the night.

He was wreathed in an indescribable, bloodthirsty aura that made him feel extremely dangerous!

Sang Luo’s heart leaped, and she turned to leave.

But he grabbed the nape of her neck, pulled her over, and pinned her against the wall, pressing his body against hers in a fierce kiss.

"Ngh—"

The air was stolen from her lungs. Kissed until she was breathless, she pushed him away forcefully, glaring into his eyes as she said with conviction, "You were Xiao’er, weren’t you!"

Quan Jin looked down at her red lips, now swollen and full from his kissing. He gently traced them with the pad of his finger, saying nothing.

It was as good as an admission.

"Why didn’t you come see me yourself? Why possess someone?"

"I was afraid your other Beast Husbands would discover our tryst," he said, looking at her mockingly.

Sang Luo was annoyed. "Then what are you doing back here now?"

His voice was husky. "I don’t want to use another male’s body to be with you."

As he spoke, one of his hands moved to the small of her back and undid the straps there. When Sang Luo realized what he intended, her expression changed drastically. She reached out to push him away, but he pinned her to the wall with even greater force and lowered his head to kiss her lips once more.

As their lips and teeth ground against each other, she could faintly taste a hint of iron...

His kisses trailed down to the area on her left breast, just below her collarbone.

He wetly kissed that patch of snowy skin, then bit down fiercely. Sang Luo let out a low moan, her senses jolted back by the pain.

Feeling his aroused state, she cried out in alarm, "This is the Phoenix Palace! How dare you act so recklessly!"

Hearing her cry, the servants outside hurried over to check.

"Noble female, has something happened?"

"The noble female isn’t in the front hall. Go look by the bedchambers."

Quan Jin’s eyes darkened. He swept her up into his arms and teleported to a quiet bamboo forest outside the city.

There was a bamboo house by a stream.

He carried her into the house, threw her onto the bed, stripped off their clothes, and got straight to the point.

Sang Luo’s hand brushed against the whip scars on his back, and her heart trembled.

And in that moment of distraction, she let out a muffled grunt.

It was over quickly.

Sang Luo lay on the bed, the light gradually returning to her eyes. Her feelings were a complicated, sour mix, and she didn’t know what to say. She turned her head, only to have the man capture her lips in another kiss.

This kiss, however, was much more gentle and lingering.

It made her feel a long-lost sense of familiarity and tenderness...

Her eyes grew moist. She stared blankly upwards, meeting the man’s purple eyes, which were surging with intense emotion.

A thought flashed through her mind.

Her voice trembling slightly, she tentatively spoke his name, "Caesar..."

The man lowered his head and kissed her fiercely on the lips again.

"Call me Quan Jin. That name is long in the past. But I’m still me; that won’t change."

"You’ve recovered your memories."

She said it with certainty.

’So the method he mentioned for recovering his memories was... this.’

He pressed his forehead against hers. "I’ve remembered my time on the Western Continent. I know the cause of my death back then, and I also remember the first days when we met."

His voice was still hoarse from the lingering passion, but it now held a deeper, richer affection.

The time they had spent together on the Western Continent hadn’t been very long—not even as long as she had known "Quan Jin"—but it was her most tender memory of him. Only a Quan Jin who possessed these memories was truly complete.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and initiated a kiss.

Quan Jin’s passion resurged. He wouldn’t let her go this time, completely unleashing his... longing.

The night passed. Quan Jin climbed off her, got dressed, and stepped off the bed.

Sang Luo had a feeling he had something to say. After casting a Cleaning Technique on herself, she also dressed briskly.

Quan Jin took Little Qi out of his spatial storage and handed him to her.

"Didn’t you always want to spend more time with our son? I’m giving Little Qi to you to raise."

Sang Luo took the sleeping Little Qi, somewhat surprised. "So generous?"

"...Only for a few days." He thought of the group of Male Beasts around her, and his heart soured. "I’m afraid my son will start calling someone else ’Dad’."

"Well, I can’t promise that." Sang Luo smiled and stroked Little Qi’s head. Unlike the other fluffy cubs she had given birth to, he was cool and smooth when coiled up, which felt quite nice to the touch.

The warmth in Quan Jin’s eyes receded again. He stared at her, displeased, his handsome face darkening. "You can’t..."

Sang Luo gave him a gentle smile. "Whatever you’re planning to do, remember to come back. Otherwise, I really can’t guarantee who our son will start calling ’Dad’."

’She knew Quan Jin wouldn’t suddenly bring their child to her for no reason. He must have run into some difficult trouble, and it wasn’t safe for their son to be with him, which was why he’d returned him to her.’

Quan Jin’s hand slid to her waist. He pulled her into his embrace and lowered his head to kiss her soft, luscious lips, now moist from their encounter. "I’ll be back... for my son."

He seemed to want to do more, but he suddenly stopped and looked coldly out the window.

The Phoenix Mark on Sang Luo’s right breast burned hot.