Heavens' Laughter

A small vein throbbed visibly on Cai Xiu's forehead, a telltale sign of her irritation.

'… It seems this little girl doesn't know her place…'

"Nice to meet you, Yùn Yì. I hope we can get along." Cai Xiu's voice carried a polite tone, but her actions told a different story.

As she withdrew her hand from the handshake, she wiped it subtly on her robe, the motion deliberate yet casual enough to feign innocence.

Cai Xiu's smile remained intact, but there was a flicker of something sharper in her eyes—a mix of disdain and veiled judgment.

With deliberate slowness, she crossed her arms beneath her chest, subtly pushing them up as if to assert her presence.

Yùn Yì gritted her teeth, her irritation barely concealed, before hastily crossing her own arms beneath her chest.

A sly smirk spread across her face as she subtly emphasized her advantage, allowing the motion to draw attention to her larger chest.

Yùn Yì tilted her head slightly, her smirk deepening as she made no effort to hide the deliberate display, her eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and mischief.

'It seems I win!'

"…" Cai Xiu remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line as her hands clenched tightly at her sides.

She knew she had lost this round, and the realization stung.

However, Cai Xiu's sharp gaze flickered downward for a brief moment, assessing her own figure before a sly smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Lifting her head, she locked eyes with the girl once more, her expression radiating quiet confidence.

Cai Xiu's eyes conveyed the unspoken message loud and clear:

"You may have the front, but I have the backside."

Feng Shen sighed, a hint of exasperation crossing his otherwise calm features as he watched the sparks fly between his personal servant and the little maid.

The air between the two bristled with unspoken rivalry, their territorial instincts on full display.

It was precisely what Feng Shen had anticipated, though that didn't make it any less tiring.

"Cough… Cough… Cough…"

Feng Shen let out a series of deliberate coughs, the sound cutting through the charged tension between the two women.

His intention was clear—he needed their attention back on him.

The trial of survival was nearing its conclusion, and while they had been preoccupied with their petty rivalry, he had been piecing together the true nature of the test.

This entire time, Feng Shen's sharp mind had been working in the background, unraveling the layers.

He now understood: they were trapped within a dream-like intoxication.

In reality, their bodies remained safely within the Soaring Academy, but their minds were bound together in a shared dream world.

Despite that…

Feng Shen was keenly aware that death in this dream-like intoxication meant death in the real world, a fact that made the stakes all the more dire.
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Yet, as he considered it, a wicked chuckle bubbled up inside him.

Feng Shen could easily picture the frantic cleanup the Academy staff would have to deal with the deceased.

At the sound of the coughs, the two women instantly turned their attention toward him, but not before exchanging a venomous glare.

Their eyes narrowed, and for a brief moment, it seemed as though their animosity would erupt again.

However, as if by some unspoken agreement, they quickly composed themselves, their expressions shifting to one of sweet innocence.

With exaggerated gentleness, they put on their best "cute" faces, as if nothing had just passed between them.

Hè Jun rubbed the back of her head, her brow furrowed in thought as she turned her attention to the man.

She was still struggling to process everything that had unfolded so far. Her mind kept drifting back to how her childhood friend was acting—so completely out of character, so bizarre.

It was as if her childhood friend, Hè Jun had once known was slipping away, replaced by someone she could barely recognize.

She shook her head, unable to fathom how she would ever get used to this new reality.

Glancing at all the women, Feng Shen sighed:

"Alright, listen up~ Now that I have everyone's attention, let me make myself clear. We're all inside a dream-like intoxication right now, and from what I can feel, it's starting to weaken. It won't be long before we're out of here."

Feng Shen's eyes shifted toward the Ninth Princess, who, caught off guard by the sudden attention, visibly jumped.

Hè Jun's expression flickered between surprise and confusion, as though unsure of what to make of his focused gaze.

Rolling his eyes Feng Shen continued:

"So… my sweet little Ninth Princess, here's what I need from you: Spread a little rumor, would you? Tell everyone that your brothers were the ones who killed all the people I've taken down."

"Of course! The moment we get out of here, I swear on my life! I'll do it! I can be useful!" Hè Jun's voice was quick and desperate, her words tumbling out as though she feared being left behind.

She was genuinely terrified—not just for her life, but for what might happen once her usefulness ran out.

Hè Jun knew how quickly people could be discarded when they no longer held value, and that fear gnawed at her.

The thought of becoming expendable, of being cast aside, was enough to push her into action.

Desperation fueled Hè Jun, and she clung to the hope that her willingness to prove herself would keep her from becoming a target.

To be honest…

Deep down, Hè Jun didn't truly care if all her brothers were killed, severely injured, or became targets in the process.

To be honest, she had never liked them—those lustful, power-hungry fools with their massive egos.

They were all the same, each one more arrogant than the last, believing they were entitled to everything simply because of their bloodline.

The thought of their downfall didn't faze Hè Jun in the slightest.

She had long since grown tired of their self-serving ways, their constant bickering, and their blind pursuit of power.

If they fell, it wouldn't be Hè Jun's problem.

"Good~ good~," Feng Shen murmured with a smirk, his voice smooth and almost patronizing. He reached out, casually patting the Ninth Princess's head.

Hè Jun froze, her entire body going rigid at the unexpected touch.

Never in her life had she allowed a male to touch her, especially one of lower status.

The sensation sent an involuntary shiver down Hè Jun's spine, a mix of shock and discomfort bubbling within her.

But as quickly as the unease rose, she reminded herself of the harsh reality she was in.

The Laughing Demon was no ordinary man.

His status far outstripped hers now, and Hè Jun was keenly aware of it.

Despite her discomfort, a part of her recognized the power dynamic at play—she was the one who was lower now, trapped in a situation where defiance could be costly.

Hè Jun's pride fought against the feeling, but her survival instincts knew better than to resist.

Feng Shen knew exactly what he was doing, a playful glint dancing in his eyes as he observed the Ninth Princess's reaction.

He loved teasing these prideful women, watching as they struggled to maintain their composure in the face of his provocations.

They all shared the same arrogance, the same belief that their beauty and status could protect them—until a powerful man came along, one who could effortlessly strip away their defenses and force them into submission.

That power, that undeniable control, was a feeling Feng Shen relished.

It was a reminder of his dominance. He enjoyed watching their walls crumble, even if they couldn't yet admit it.

"Um… Second Young Master…" Yùn Yì's voice trembled with an oddly childish pout as she puffed out her cheeks, her eyes narrowing with jealousy.

She had been watching the scene unfold with growing irritation.

The sight of the Second Young Master petting the Ninth Princess's head was a direct challenge to her own pride.

'This whore! She's trying to steal my man!'

Yùn Yì's gaze quickly flicked to the Ninth Princess, her eyes burning with resentment.

'How dare this cunt allow such a thing to happen!?'

The audacity of it was an outrage!

Yùn Yì couldn't help but feel a sharp pang of envy—if only she were the one receiving that attention.

But now, the Ninth Princess had gotten it…

And it had ignited a fierce desire in Yùn Yì to demand her own share of the Second Young Master's affection.

"Excuse me—"

However, before Yùn Yì could continue…

Cai Xiu spoke up:

"Wait… You're saying we're in a dream-like intoxication?"

Cai Xiu was in a state of disbelief.

It felt as though everyone else had already accepted the bizarre reality they were in, while she remained confused.

Cai Xiu had originally believed that they had been randomly transported into some strange, unknown forest.

However, she was wrong.

Feng Shen smiled faintly, his hand retracting from the Ninth Princess's head as he observed the shifting sky.

His eyes lingered on the growing brightness, the light intensifying with each passing moment.

Feng Shen knew the trial was nearing its end.

"Indeed, we are," he said casually.

Feng Shen's eyes shifted toward his pouting personal servant, a mischievous glint.

"I suggest you put your robe back on. Unless, of course, you prefer to stay naked?"

Hearing the Second Young Master's words, Yùn Yì's face instantly turned a deep shade of tomato red.

The realization of her exposed state hit her all at once, and she hurriedly spun around, her heart racing in embarrassment.

Yùn Yì's thoughts scrambled as she dashed toward her robe, her movements frantic as she tried to cover herself.

She had been so caught up in the previous moment and her jealousy that she had completely forgotten she was standing there naked.

"Gahhh!!! So embarrassing!!!"