“Man is the knife and I am the fish. I’ve just set out to travel, and now I have to suffer such a miserable fate—Heavens, are you playing a joke on me?” Ethan Brooks was truly terrified to the extreme in his heart; if he were subjected to castration, he would truly be better off dead.

After giving the order, Little Demon Princess turned and walked to the side, her female guards blushing as they followed her.

One of the male guards drew a long sword and deliberately waved it in front of Ethan Brooks, scaring him so much that he quickly shut his eyes. The cold, sharp blade pressed against his skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body. The guard gave Ethan Brooks a malicious grin and slowly moved the sword toward his lower body. This kind of “waiting” was unbearable torture for Ethan Brooks; in just a short moment, he was utterly exhausted, his body convulsing.

Little Demon Princess waited a long time but didn’t hear Ethan Brooks scream, which made her a bit curious. Boldly turning around, she saw her subordinates tormenting Ethan Brooks psychologically, and she found it extremely amusing.

Little Princess strode back, nodded approvingly at her subordinate, and, to everyone’s astonishment, snatched the long sword away. She tapped Ethan Brooks’s face with the blade and said, “Interesting, I didn’t expect a lecher like you to be so afraid of death.”

Seeing this Little Demon return, waving the long sword back and forth between his nose and eyes, Ethan Brooks’s face turned green with fear. If she accidentally stabbed him, it wouldn’t be much better than castration.

Seeing the terror on Ethan Brooks’s face, Little Princess was overjoyed. She gently traced the blade past Ethan Brooks’s ear, slicing off a lock of his hair. When the hair fell onto Ethan Brooks’s neck, his expression changed.

The guards glanced at each other, all with faint smiles on their faces. They knew this Little Princess all too well. Although she was already sixteen, she was a headache for everyone—clever and mischievous, sometimes like a naughty child, always coming up with new tricks that left people at a loss.

Little Demon Princess seemed to tire of the game and swung the long sword directly toward Ethan Brooks’s lower body. The guards were shocked and quickly shouted, “Your Highness, you mustn’t!”

They were truly frightened, no less than Ethan Brooks himself. If the emperor found out that his youngest daughter had done something so disgraceful to the royal dignity, he would be furious, and these guards would not escape death.

Little Princess looked displeased and said, “What are you doing? Do you want to meddle in my affairs?”

A female guard stepped forward and said, “Your Highness, your body is worth a thousand gold, you must not… must not do such…”

“Hmph!” Little Princess threw the sword to the ground, her face returning to a cold expression. She turned and said, “Take him along. I want to deal with him slowly.”

To Ethan Brooks, it was as if he heard celestial music in hell; in his despair and fear, he saw a glimmer of hope. He let out a long sigh and secretly lamented that she truly was a Little Demon!

There were twelve guards and three magicians at Little Princess’s side. Of the twelve guards, six were men and six were women; all three magicians were men.

They were all young, but each was highly skilled. The magicians easily forced Ethan Brooks out of the water, and the female warriors knocked Ethan Brooks to the ground in just thirty moves, showing a glimpse of their strength.

Ethan Brooks regained his freedom of movement, but his mute acupoint was not released by Little Demon Princess. Truly, “guarding against the people’s mouths is harder than guarding against a river!”

He muttered to himself: These people all have black hair and black eyes, so they must be Easterners. But some of them can use magic—after the two continents merged into the Tianyuan Continent, various cultivation methods must have spread, allowing Easterners to master some Western magic, and Westerners to learn some Eastern martial arts.

Ethan Brooks watched as Little Demon hopped and skipped through the mountains and forests, secretly cursing: twist your ankle, sprain your foot, fall down…

But he was disappointed again and again. Little Demon Princess was like a bird just released from its cage, full of joy. Occasionally, she would run up to him and give his head a hard knock or tug his ear forcefully.

Ethan Brooks truly suffered in silence. Although he had already secretly undone Little Demon’s unique acupoint technique with his family’s secret skills, he had no choice but to “obediently” keep his mouth shut.

At night, when they rested, Ethan Brooks tried to sneak away, but as soon as he moved, the guard on watch shot him a cold glance, forcing him to give up on escaping.

“I never thought I, Ethan Brooks, would fall so low. Little Demon, just you wait—don’t let me get my hands on you…”

They had been traveling through the mountains for three days, having seen giant dragons flying overhead and the enormous footprints of ancient giants. These sights thrilled Little Demon Princess. Each time, she would “express” her joy to Ethan Brooks, leaving him so “excited” that he foamed at the mouth and collapsed.

For Ethan Brooks, this was an unbearably painful journey. He both hated and resented this Little Princess, but there was nothing he could do.

After two more days, Ethan Brooks finally understood the identity of this group and the purpose of their journey.