Son of heavenly king

Zhang Fei leaned back on the table, eyes glinting with mischief. "And who're the old farts leading this shit?" he said playfully. "I'm sure those fuckers are at the top—swimming in riches, fucking all the bad bitches, living the dream, right?"

He chuckled, winking at her, his cock twitching faintly under the robe at the thought—Top dogs with top pussy, that's my goal.

She nodded slowly, her tits shifting again as she sat straighter. He's crude, but he's listening, she thought, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

"Yes," she said, meeting his gaze. "The Celestial Harmony Pavilion is led by the Heavenly Saint. He's pure, revered, and a figure of legend. The Demonic Pavilion follows the Heavenly Demon. He's ruthless, terrifying, and a walking nightmare. And the Mountains of Sovereign…"

She paused, taking a slow breath—Here it comes…—"They're led by the Heavenly King, a ruler who balances it all."

Zhang Fei's grin widened. He leaned forward again, elbows on the table, eyes sparking with interest. "Heavenly Saint, Heavenly Demon, Heavenly King, huh? Sounds like a perfect trio—bet they've got the hottest asses in the game," he teased, tossing her a smirk. Gotta meet these big shots someday.

She rolled her eyes. He's insatiable… But he's hooked.

"They're the pinnacle—power, wealth, everything you'd imagine," she said, keeping it simple, her tone hinting at something more—He doesn't realize how close he is…

Zhang Fei cracked his knuckles. Pinnacle, huh? Time to fuck my way up there. His thoughts were quickly distracted as he caught on to her weird behavior while explaining. 

"Yo, why are you getting all awkward when you talk about this Heavenly King dude? What's up—am I his son or some shit?" He tossed it out jokingly, hoping for a reaction. Bet she's hiding something juicy.

She let out a quick, nervous chuckle. "Oh, you're funny, Zhang Fei"—but then his words fully registered in her mind. Her smile vanished in an instant, her eyes widening. Her whole body locked up for a moment like she'd seen a ghost.

He… he guessed it?!

Zhang Fei's smirk finally faded, his heart pounding wildly. Wait, what? His mind raced, his own eyes widening in disbelief. 

"What?" he said, her silence screaming louder than any words. No fucking' way…

She stayed frozen, her breathing quickening. Her hands clenched her dress tightly, her mind racing. How did he… I didn't mean…

 "No shot, right?" Zhang Fei pressed, his voice sharp and urgent. "You don't mean…" He trailed off, watching her in shock. She's not laughing now.

She finally managed a weak nod. I can't hide it anymore…

"Yes… he's… he's your father." She whispered, her voice barely audible.

Zhang Fei's jaw dropped. What the fuck?!—his heart slamming in his chest, the room spinning for a brief moment.

"What the fuck," he muttered, half-laughing, half-stunned. Heavenly King? My old man?

[Notice: Host identity confirmed—Heavenly King lineage.]

The shock was short-lived before excitement rushed through him, and he slammed his hands on the table.

"So I'm the fuckin' heir to his Alliance Faction?!" He shouted, voice rough and hyped. Holy shit, I'm royalty!

"Holy fuck, I could've been drowning in riches, fucking some bad bitches—what the hell happened?! How did I end up stuck in this outer sect shithole?!" He laughed, his cock twitching under the robe at the thought.

She flinched at his outburst, her hands trembling slightly—He's taking it… like that? Her wide eyes stayed locked on him, caught off guard by his mix of excitement and confusion.

"Zhang Fei, it's… complicated," she started, her voice shaky but calm as she brushed her hair back—How do I even explain this?

Zhang Fei's grin faded as he tilted his head. "Complicated?" he repeated. "What, he didn't want his kid copying his style, hogging all the sect hotties?

"Spill it—why the fuck am I stuck in the outer sect when I should be ruling shit?" His tone stayed light, but his eyes locked on her, hungry for more.

She shifted in her seat, her eyes lowering for a moment before locking onto his again. He deserves the truth… at least part of it.

"Zhang Fei, it's complicated," she said, her voice low and weighted like she was unloading a boulder. "The Heavenly King's official wife is the Heavenly Empress. Besides her, he has four concubines—all powerhouses in their own right. You… you're the second-born of the Heavenly Empress, destined to rule as the next Heavenly King."

She paused, taking a shaky breath—this part's harder, she thought, her gaze softening with something close to pity.

Zhang Fei's eyes narrowed as he leaned in. Second-born? Destined to rule? Fuck yeah!—his cock twitching at the thought of that royal clout.

"Destined, huh? So I was supposed to be drowning in bitches and gold—keep going," he said, smirking like he was already picturing it.

She swallowed hard, then continued. "But… you were born a cripple," she said, her eyes flicking to his—He won't like this…

"The Heavenly King saw it as a disgrace—his heir coming into this world broken, weak, and unable to cultivate."

His smirk vanished, jaw tightening as he sat back—Cripple? Disgrace?

"What the fuck—born a cripple?" He muttered, running a hand through his hair—That's why I'm here?

"So Pops couldn't handle his kid not being a stud straight out the gate, huh? Figures—bet he's still banging his bitches while I'm stuck here," he teased, though his eyes glowed with something heavy now.

She nodded slowly—he's taking it… better than I thought.