His eyes were red, with a dark, violent surge within. He gritted his teeth, seemingly exasperated, the words squeezed out from between them.
"Die, I won't let you die so easily. I want you to live in pain! I want you to live a life worse than death!"
Shen Yue took a breath, tugging at her lips, but there was no softness in her smile, only a touch of mockery. Her clear, bright eyes seemed to have changed, becoming even colder than before.
"If you don't kill me, you will eventually kill me."
Even now, she still said it.
Bi Lian didn't care, not at all. He was even smiling, a smile that was mad and ferocious, "Good, I'll wait."
"Shen Yue, do you really think you can kill me?"
He chuckled softly, as if mocking her overestimation of herself. But no one knew that when Shen Yue said this, his already riddled heart ached for a moment, then disappeared so quickly it was imperceptible.
The thin veil rippled with the breeze, like clean, ethereal clouds. The palace was brightly lit by candles, as if it were daytime.
Bi Lian wore a black robe, his hair like ink, his skin pale, his features as exquisite as blooming peonies. As he leaned down, his ink-like hair cascaded down.
His eyes, deep and profound, gazed at the white-robed immortal. In his narrow eyes, boundless affection was entwined, with a faint glint of morbid darkness.
"Now, you are the one begging me."
Bi Lian looked at Shen Yue's sweat-drenched face, smiling with delight.
The "Soul Erosion Pill" melted in the mouth, like candy. But when its poison took effect, it was like being consumed by raging fire, inescapable even for the most powerful cultivators.
And it was incurable.
He was very curious how long Shen Yue could withstand it.
Furthermore, Shen Yue hated losing control of herself. What if she herself became that kind of person?
Interesting, truly interesting.
Bi Lian's smile deepened.
Yet, Shen Yue seemed not to grasp his meaning, her brows furrowed in confusion.
Bi Lian reached out and gently wiped the sweat from the side of her face. The hot, soft touch shot up to his fingertips, as if burning him along with it.
It was truly no wonder. He wasn't afflicted, yet he felt his spirit tensed to the extreme, his fingers trembling slightly.
He truly wanted to see it.
To see that person, whose demeanor was as cold as ice, whose posture was always as straight as a bamboo, reveal a look of infatuation, even taking the initiative—
Just thinking about it, Bi Lian's pupils involuntarily dilated, his throat dry. He suppressed the thirst and slowly savored the beautiful sight before him.
The longer it took, the more unbearable it became.
Shen Yue sweated more and more, her temperature rising significantly. Her lips were bright red, her pale hair contrasted with her ears, which were pale with a flush of pink.
She shook her head, a few strands of hair sticking to her face. Her clear voice was hoarse and sexy.
"What did you do to me?"
Bi Lian guessed that even if he told her the name of the pill, Shen Yue probably wouldn't know. After all, in her understanding, how could she possibly know of such an exquisite pill?
For a moment, he truly felt that Shen Yue had lived too innocently for these centuries. She understood nothing, especially when it came to matters of desire.
She was like a blank sheet of paper, pure white and without color, everyone wishing to leave a vibrant hue upon it.
Her delicate lips parted slightly, as if in a kiss.
Instantly, various thoughts surged from the depths of his heart, making his limbs warm and his throat dry.
He held back, not making the first move.
He wanted to wait, for Shen Yue to speak first, to beg him. Otherwise, all his previous efforts would be in vain.
Shen Yue didn't want to. She truly didn't. This villain lived too terribly. Just thinking about that night made her waist ache faintly.
Shen Yue searched for help: "System, do you still have that kind of medicine? The kind that makes you faint after taking it, and then you dream of whatever you most want to dream about."
Shen Yue remembered that in the last world, the system had helped with the Bai Bo incident.
System: "Oh, your points were originally -10888, but you completed the last world's mission, earning +2000, so it's -8888. The charm pill was on discount for new users last time at 888, but there's no discount now, it's 988. Are you sure you still want it?"
Shen Yue felt like spitting blood: "You profiteer!"
System, with an innocent face: "If you miss this village, you won't find this shop again."
Shen Yue swallowed her blood, gritting her teeth: "Buy it."
System: "Ding, the charm pill has arrived, -988."
A small pill appeared in Shen Yue's palm. She exhaled softly.
Just as Shen Yue was contemplating how to get the pill into Bi Lian's mouth, Bi Lian suddenly grabbed her chin fiercely, forcing her neck back.
Bi Lian's voice, sinister like a ghost, echoed in her ears.
His words were particularly provoking.
"Shen Yue, beg me."
He was getting anxious. Even though Shen Yue had taken the Soul Erosion Pill, he felt as if he were in a sea of fire, every inch of his skin burning like a raging inferno. He was even more impatient than Shen Yue, speaking eagerly.
Her chin was delicate and slender, the skin under his touch smooth and burning hot.
"Get lost..."
Her bright red lips parted slightly, but they carried no force.
The coldness in her eyes was replaced by another intense emotion, melting the frost from her face. Even her words were weak.
The three-legged bronze incense burner emitted wisps of white smoke. The sweet fragrance permeated the entire sleeping chamber, but instead of inducing sleep, it added to the stuffiness.
Shen Yue's consciousness was becoming unclear. She secretly pinched herself, the sharp pain momentarily clearing her head.
The breeze carried a coolness, but it couldn't dispel the heat.
The bright candlelight, filtered through the thin veil, cast a layer of intense, vibrant red onto Shen Yue's solitary and cold face. Her eyes, always clear and indifferent, were like a white orchid in full bloom.
The Soul Erosion Pill indeed lived up to its name.
Even someone as unfeeling and devoid of desire as she could be forced into a state of near-dazed confusion.
Bi Lian gently stroked her face. His fingertips were also burning hot, and for a moment, he didn't know whose temperature was higher.
Perhaps because his body temperature wasn't cooling her down, she kept turning her head to avoid his touch.
Using her jade-white fingers, she wiped the sweat from her face, seizing the opportunity to pop the charm pill into her mouth.
Shen Yue's act of evasion displeased Bi Lian greatly, yet he loved the expression on her face, not wanting to break it, even wishing to freeze this moment forever.
His heart pounded fiercely. Bi Lian slowly lowered his head, the distance between them shrinking.
Shen Yue was ready, but unexpectedly, a large, firm hand suddenly gripped her neck. Shen Yue, completely unprepared, swallowed instinctively. The charm pill, worth 988, was swallowed!
Shen Yue's entire being plunged into a daze.
Bi Lian's seemingly calm yet urgent voice still echoed in her ears.
"Shen Yue, I command you, beg me!"
Shen Yue: Beg your sister!
Overwhelmed by intense emotion, Shen Yue was truly enraged. As if she had nothing to lose, she stimulated her sealed spiritual power. The demonic energy that had been obediently lurking within her body was as if provoked, surging out like ghostly shadows, tightly entwining the core spiritual energy, violently impacting her heart meridians, attempting to suppress her resistance.
The more Shen Yue forced herself to stimulate it, the more noticeable the pain in her chest became. In the blink of an eye, her face, which had been flushed, turned pale and sickly, making her lips appear even redder, like blood.
A trace of her potent spiritual power leaked out, gathering in her palm. The surging spiritual power caused the candlelight to flicker, and the veil to flutter more intensely.
As more spiritual power gathered in her palm, the pain in her chest became more pronounced, and her fingers trembled more and more.
"Shen Yue!"
His panicked exclamation escaped before he could even react.
Bi Lian immediately released her neck and pressed down on her hand, which was condensing spiritual power. The surging spiritual power, like white mist, vanished instantly. Still not reassured, he forcibly sealed Shen Yue's spiritual meridians.
He never knew that Shen Yue's bones were so hard. Did she know that if she continued like this, the core spiritual energy might not be able to withstand the two forces and explode, leading to death!
The spiritual power completely dissipated.
She would rather die than beg him!
Shen Yue's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed. For a moment, clarity returned, but it quickly vanished.
Her voice grew weaker.
"Go away..."
Bi Lian tightly pressed his thin lips together, his eyes filled with a morbid tolerance. A cold aura emanated from him, and the madness in his eyes was almost unable to be contained, bringing forth a rolling crimson.
Countless emotions surged, including ferocity, killing intent, anger, and… heartache. The complex interplay of emotions flickered, making his eyes alternately bright and dim.
"Do you want to die that badly?"
His voice suddenly broke through, his icy tone carrying a hint of tremor.
Shen Yue could no longer speak. Partly because the medicine in her body was acting up again, and partly because she was angered by herself.
988!
That was 988!
Wasted like that, Shen Yue felt like jumping off a building.
Bi Lian looked at Shen Yue's pale, weak face, revealing pain and gloom, possessing a transparent fragility, as if she might disappear at any moment.
Bi Lian, with his keen senses, detected a flicker of emotion on her face. His heart leaped in shock, then his deep black pupils constricted sharply. His pale face was cold and emotionless, his deep eyes like two burning embers.
He leaned closer, their breaths intertwining. Every word Bi Lian spoke carried a trace of blood.
"You want to die!"
That was why she so desperately stimulated her spiritual power. She knew the consequences, she knew everything, yet she still did it.
This meant she didn't want this life anymore.
He glanced at Shen Yue, a coldness forming on his brow. His sharp gaze was chilling like a sword, as if it could pierce her bones.
"I forbid it! Shen Yue, do you hear me? If you die, I will make everyone else pay the price with you!"
Shen Yue seemed to be thoroughly angered, her breathing becoming more rapid, her face turning increasingly transparent. She gasped, and with all her strength, she raised her hand.
"Slap—"
A crisp sound. Bi Lian could have easily dodged it, but he didn't. The slap was indeed heavy, but he didn't move at all.
As his arm began to drop, his wrist was caught by a hot, large hand. "Shen Yue, I keep my word."
Overwhelmed by anger and the effects of the charm pill, Shen Yue's head lolled, and she fainted.
In the few seconds before her consciousness completely went dark, she heard a furious roar in her ear, panicked and enraged.
Later, Shen Yue heard nothing of what he said, and simply fainted.
The palace had already descended into chaos. Footsteps sounded sporadically, never ceasing.
The demonic doctor finally arrived in a hurry. He had been "invited" in the middle of the night, expecting something to be wrong with the Demon Lord, and had brought a medicine chest. Seeing the tall figure standing by the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief, as there was no seriously injured patient standing well.
He was about to bow, but Bi Lian directly pulled him to the bedside and said coldly through gritted teeth, "Quickly examine her. If anything happens to her, you won't be leaving this door alive!"
The demonic doctor was startled and immediately put down the medicine chest. When he lifted the veil, his eyes widened in shock.
The title "Xiyu Immortal Venerable" was not only renowned in the cultivation world but also in the demon realm. Of course, unlike the respect and worship in the cultivation world, they feared her and wished to kill her.
But the once renowned and proud Xiyu Immortal Venerable was now lying in the Demon Lord's clear palace, her clothes dishevelled, exuding an aura of fragile vulnerability.
Especially her clear, peerless face, which was even more captivating.
The demonic doctor cast only one glance before quickly lowering his head, fine cold sweat beading on his forehead. He stepped forward to examine Shen Yue's condition.
He first took her pulse, instinctively stroking his beard. His brows furrowed gradually, his expression becoming increasingly solemn.
He remained silent, as if suspecting he had misread the pulse. He switched to the other hand, but his expression became even more tense.
Seeing this, Bi Lian's heart skipped a beat. He immediately leaned closer, his expression betraying undisguised anxiety and impatience. "What's wrong with her? Where is she injured? Why did she suddenly faint?"
The demonic doctor frowned and shook his head, but uttered words that were like a thunderclap. "This... this Immortal Venerable's pulse is chaotic, and her body is depleted. It's unclear at the moment."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bi Lian's face became even more somber. The pressure emanating from him caused the attendants in the hall to feel a splitting headache. Blood trickled from their lips, and they all knelt tremblingly, daring not to make a sound.
He gritted his teeth and said to the demonic doctor, "You mean to say you don't know either?"
Upon hearing this, the demonic doctor's hand, which was stroking his beard, trembled so violently that he almost fell to his knees. He then frowned in distress and fell into thought.