Both mermaids exchange glances before inching closer to Ling Ye.
Hand in hand, they circle around him, their bodies weaving through the water like silk ribbons. The unique allure of the Abyssal Sirens surges toward him, an irresistible force that has ensnared countless men before.
Yet, Ling Ye remains utterly unmoved.
A flicker of frustration crosses their faces.
Any other man would have succumbed within ten seconds. So why is this one different?
"Is our charm failing?"
The thought is almost embarrassing.
"Bro, you're making us look bad!"
"We sang and danced our hearts out, okay? The least you could do is react!"
Once again, they share a look, silently agreeing to take a more direct approach.
If their voices and beauty cannot sway him, they will resort to something even more primal—their touch.
With seductive grace, they glide closer. Slender jade fingers reach out, brushing the water as they extend toward Ling Ye, their soft hands just inches away from making contact—
"Stop singing! If you don't want to die… step away from him."
A new voice rings out, cutting through the siren's melody like a blade.
It is sultry, commanding—possessing a soul-piercing power far beyond their own.
The mermaids freeze instantly.
"Queen?"
They immediately withdraw, retreating a safe distance from Ling Ye.
"It's about time you two went out and learn about the Chaos Universe," the alluring voice continues, laced with amusement. "If you don't, you'll eventually run into someone you shouldn't mess with."
A figure slowly emerges from the abyss, floating effortlessly through the deep ocean.
She wears a semi-sheer tulle gown, its translucent green fabric clinging to her curves as it ripples with the water. Her figure is mature and impossibly enchanting, her slender waist swaying like a serpent beneath the flowing fabric.
Three thousand strands of blue hair drift around her like a celestial waterfall, framing a face of unparalleled beauty. Her snow-white skin is adorned with faint, delicate scales, shimmering under the deep-sea glow.
Hers is the face of a temptress, a natural-born enchantress whose every movement exudes a soul-stealing allure.
If Luo Li is the embodiment of divinity, then the woman before them is the embodiment of seduction itself.
She is Ming Xian—the Queen of the Ethereal Ocean Abyss.
Her captivating eyes sweep over the mermaids as she speaks in a lilting, teasing tone.
"Go back now. This… is not someone you can toy with."
Her smile deepens as she gazes at Ling Ye.
"This man wasn't lured here through the ocean's currents."
Her voice drops, filled with intrigue.
"He stepped through the void of the myriad worlds and forced his way in."
A gleam of excitement flickers in her eyes.
"Heh… my favorite kind of man is the kind who forces his way in."
Her voice turns honeyed, teasing, yet laced with authority.
"The next time you see this lord, either kneel and greet him properly… or get out of his way. Do you understand?"
The two mermaids nod instantly. "Yes, Queen."
"Good. Now go. One of these days, I'll take you outside for a bit. You've spent too long in the Abyss—you don't even know what's happening in the outside world."
"Yes, Queen."
Obediently, the mermaids turn and swim away, but curiosity lingers in their eyes.
Who is this man?
Why would their queen speak of him with such reverence?
Looking across the heavens and myriad worlds, how many beings exist whom their queen would regard so highly?
And…
Why is he so handsome?
Could it be that he isn't some great figure after all… but that their queen has simply taken a liking to him?
Maybe she sent them away just so she could—
The mermaids exchange glances, murmuring in hushed voices as they disappear into the depths.
Now alone, Ming Xian's gaze settles fully on Ling Ye.
Her lips curl into an enticing smile.
"The Demon Lord himself graces my domain… You could have sent word in advance, you know."
Her voice is a melody of seduction, each word laced with warmth and amusement. Every movement, every flicker of her lashes, carries an irresistible charm.
She tilts her head, her smile deepening.
"But then again… it's never too late for a warm welcome."
A playful glint dances in her eyes.
"My Lord, why don't you accompany me to my chambers? Let me… wash away the dust of your travels."
As she speaks, she floats closer, her movements slow and deliberate. Her jade-like hand, adorned with faint iridescent scales, reaches out—just about to rest on Ling Ye's shoulder—
But she stops.
Because she sees it.
Ling Ye's blood-red eyes remain as cold as ever, devoid of emotion. There is no desire, no reaction—only an unreadable warning.
Ming Xian is no fool.
She knows the power of her allure.
No man in this world—perhaps even across the myriad worlds—has ever resisted her charms.
But Ling Ye is not like other men.
A soft chuckle escapes her lips.
Gracefully, she withdraws her hand, retreating without hesitation.
Of course, she dares to tease Ling Ye, to utter ambiguous words in his presence.
But to act without caution?
That would be reckless.
If Ling Ye has no interest in her, pressing further will only annoy him.
And if she annoys him…
Well, there wouldn't be a 'next time.'
With a knowing smile, Ming Xian tilts her head, her gaze never leaving his.
He really is unlike any man she's ever met.