**Chapter 170: A Moonless and Windy Night**
Xi Wei’s actions had thoroughly overwhelmed the little maid.
At that moment, she was lost in the fervor of their kiss, her entire being immersed in a tender, affectionate state.
Then, suddenly, Xi Wei seized her soft ears and the fluffy fox tail behind her.
How could she endure such a thing?
A delicate whimper escaped her lips as a tingling sensation surged from the depths of her heart, intensifying with each breath. She could only greedily gasp for air, barely keeping her mind clear.
But Xi Wei had no intention of letting her off so easily.
Seizing the moment when she paused to catch her breath, he immediately captured her lips again, forcing her to breathe only through her nose. Sweet, muffled whines escaped her as she struggled.
Yet, relying solely on her nose for air was hardly enough.
Loli felt her mind growing hazier by the second, her willpower ebbing away like the tide. Her limbs slowly grew numb, refusing to obey her.
Strangely, this sensation wasn’t unpleasant—instead, it intoxicated her utterly. At most, it was just a little unbearable.
She wanted to struggle, to break free from this bizarre feeling, but Xi Wei held her tightly, rendering her immobile.
Enveloped in his warmth and scent, Loli felt her entire body tingle.
*”I want to stay like this forever, clinging to Master…”*
*”I want to melt into him, to become one…”*
Her eyes half-lidded, Loli silently prayed in her heart, her long lashes fluttering faintly. Her gaze burned with passion, and a misty veil of tears shimmered in her eyes.
This was an overwhelming sense of being possessed—one that filled her with immense happiness.
Loli stopped resisting, her body going limp as she surrendered completely. She wished she could drown in Xi Wei’s embrace forever.
Her teary eyes gradually lost focus.
A bewitching floral fragrance began to permeate the room…
The kiss seemed endless.
By the end, the little maid had melted entirely, her mind blank under Xi Wei’s domineering tenderness. All she could think of was nestling in her master’s arms forever.
Finally, Xi Wei pulled away. After such a long kiss, both their lips were slightly numb.
“Ahh…”
Loli’s face flushed crimson as she gasped for air, her delicate lips slightly parted.
Once she regained her senses, she weakly clung to Xi Wei, rubbing her lips against his pajamas.
But as she nuzzled against him, she buried her face in his chest and refused to come out. Her fair skin had already taken on a faint pink hue from embarrassment.
After a long while, Xi Wei finally heard her whisper in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum:
*”Master… I… You should go change your clothes…”*
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The night was deep, and a cold moon hung solitary in the sky.
Inside Rhode Castle, Xi Wei and Loli had already fallen asleep in each other’s arms.
Apart from the patrolling guards, the castle gradually sank into silence.
Yet, a hundred miles away on the outskirts of the royal capital, the scene was entirely different.
A biting cold wind swept in from the north, howling through the towering treetops with eerie wails.
The overlapping shadows of the trees swayed violently, like ferocious beasts snarling and roaring, their eerie cries sending chills down the spine.
In the distance, flickering emerald flames danced across the wilderness—over a dozen skulls burning with ghostly fire.
From above, it was clear these skulls formed a massive circle.
At the very center stood a figure shrouded in a cloak.
First Prince Bai Leferun hunched over, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Under the moonlight, his face appeared unnaturally pale, his eyes reflecting an ominous red glow. Sharp fangs peeked out from his lips.
*”Carving such a large-scale spell array is indeed exhausting… But as long as the plan succeeds, damaging my essence now is nothing.”*
“This should be enough…”
*”The Soul Gathering Array—a paradise for the undead. Heh.”*
Wiping the blood from his lips, Bai Leferun retrieved a vial of gray powder from his robes.
Staggering slightly, he stepped away from the circle’s center and slowly walked along its edge, sprinkling the powder as he went.
Soon, the skulls with their ghostly flames vanished, as though the powder had erased all traces of them.
Once everything was complete, the prince carefully inspected his work, ensuring no mistakes remained. Only then did he retrieve his horse from behind a tree.
Mounting it, he rode into the night, disappearing into the howling northern wind.
When the time came, every soldier who perished in battle would have their souls drawn into the array, transformed into lost souls.
They would return to their corpses and rise again in a new form—one that would make even demons tremble.
This new existence was what all creatures of the Cain Continent feared: the undead.
