The immortal in white seemed unwilling to pay him any mind, turning her head and closing her eyes. Bi Lian bent down, grabbed her snow-white, slender chin, and roughly turned her face towards him.
His fingers slowly slid down, gently lifting a strand of Shen Yue's silver hair.
His breath intertwined around her ear, her silver eyelashes trembling slightly. He leaned close to the immortal in white's face, his obsidian eyes exuding a captivating, chilling luster.
"Open your eyes."
Those eyes made his chest burn, even giving him the urge to dig them out and cherish them forever.
But he held back. After all, that method was too bloody, and he didn't want to resort to force, provided Shen Yue behaved.
It was truly a waste for such beautiful eyes to be on her.
A smile played on his lips, yet his entire being exuded a chilling, bloodthirsty ferocity. His hand gently caressed the soft, smooth silver strands, akin to the finest brocade.
They say soft hair indicates a soft heart.
But with Shen Yue, that was an exception. There was probably no one in this world whose heart was harder or colder than hers.
The resentment accumulated over a hundred years had not dissipated with time; instead, it had grown larger like a tornado. When he was imprisoned in the Abyssal Sea, he had devised a hundred ways to humiliate her, to slaughter her. Only after his release did he realize:
Death, in itself, was a form of release.
He yearned, desperately wishing to flay her skin and drink her blood.
But now, she was powerless and fragile.
Her usually cold, frost-like face was shattered like thin ice. Those beautiful eyes were tightly shut, her silver-white eyelashes trembling slightly, her vibrant lips pursed into a thin line.
Her slender body trembled faintly.
This was what he wanted to see. He thought his resentment and obsession would lessen, that seeing Shen Yue's pained, helpless expression would amplify his pleasure. But reality was not so.
Instead, his brutality and irritation deepened. He was trapped in a dead end, and the name of that trap was Shen Yue.
Only by killing Shen Yue could he break free.
He was clearly the victim, yet Shen Yue presented herself as pitiful and fragile, as if he were forcing her.
But he was merely returning the favor.
When Shen Yue had done those things, she should have foreseen the consequences.
Karma, cause and effect, it had always been this way.
Who was she putting on this act for now?
On the bed, the immortal in white's lips were pursed, her beautiful, crystal-like eyes misted over from suppressed emotion, the corners of her eyes reddening, like falling petals.
"Bi Lian, if you don't kill me today, I will surely kill you one day!"
Her heart pounded like a drum, as if it would leap out of her chest. Bi Lian tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with madness and fervor, his slightly reddened gaze reflecting extreme, obsessive hatred.
But that profound hatred was mixed with other sentiments, not pure at all.
He continued to smile, his smile more beautiful than before.
"Kill me?"
"How do you intend to kill me?"
Bi Lian gripped Shen Yue's fair, delicate nape, pulling the listless, even trembling person into his embrace.
He lowered his head, burying his face in the fragrant hollow of her neck, taking a deep inhale. His dark eyes burned with a strange fire and hatred. "Do you want to kill me again?"
Shen Yue's face went blank for a moment, followed by a violent struggle, but it was utterly useless.
The pain in her chest prevented her from gathering even a trace of spiritual energy. Shen Yue's complexion grew paler, her two arms easily held by just one of Bi Lian's hands.
He smiled cruelly yet innocently, his cool tone seemingly laced with amusement, with disdain, with mockery, devoid of any warmth.
"Be good, won't you? You don't want the Qingyun Sect to be in trouble, do you?"
This light, airy sentence made Shen Yue instantly cease struggling. The corners of her eyes were red, her lips a vibrant hue.
"Bi Lian, the Qingyun Sect is your sect. You can disown me as your senior brother, but you cannot harm those innocent people."
"Innocent people?"
His pupils darkened, inscrutable.
His deep, hoarse voice seemed to contain a caged beast.
"Am I not innocent?"
Though he had been unruly and defiant in the Qingyun Sect, he had never harmed anyone, nor had he ever killed. He believed he had never done anything to wrong the Qingyun Sect.
He was also innocent; he had committed no heinous crimes. So why was he abandoned by his grand-master and fellow disciples, cursed by the world, his bones and tendons ripped out?
What had he done wrong?
Was it simply because he possessed demonic bones? Was he a mistake from birth?
How utterly absurd!
If that was the case, then let everyone suffer. After all, since he was a demon god, deemed an evil spirit, a harbinger of disaster, cruel and merciless,
Then he would certainly live up to their expectations.
Shen Yue's face showed no hint of emotion.
Indeed, Shen Yue had always viewed demons as extreme enemies. Perhaps, in her eyes, all demons deserved to die, regardless of whether they had harmed anyone, their fate was the same.
Her eyes were forever clear and cold, her breathing shallow. Her slightly lowered voice sounded like a compromise.
"As long as you spare them, you can do anything to me…"
Bi Lian lowered his head slightly, his lips brushing Shen Yue's jade-like soft earlobe. His hoarse voice was kept very low, laced with undisguised malice.
"That depends on whether you're good."
"Now…"
"Kiss me…"
He curved his eyebrows, watching Shen Yue's expression of disbelief, smiling even more wickedly and cruelly.
After a long moment, perhaps as quick as a blink, Shen Yue seemed to process the information. She slightly raised her head, her vibrant, full lips slowly approaching.
Until they touched his dry, thin lips.
There was no color, just a simple contact, but this already took immense courage from Shen Yue.
After about five seconds, Shen Yue prepared to withdraw. But as she slightly pulled away, she was abruptly seized by a pair of large hands gripping the back of her head, forcefully and eagerly pressing her forward.
A thin, flowing curtain like silk water slowly descended, obscuring all scenes on the bed.
The immortal in white finally seemed to sense that something had breached the boundaries of her knowledge.
She instinctively grabbed the veil and tried to escape. A broad, long hand, like shackles, clamped onto her delicately boned ankle.
Slowly, she was dragged back, accompanied by a low chuckle.
Unsure of what had happened, a deep, joyous laugh emanated from within.
"Hmm?"
"So it's not a senior brother, but a senior sister…"
"Senior sister…"
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The golden silk veil, exquisitely patterned, trailed down to the ground. The carpet on the floor was made from the fur of ancient mythical beasts, luxurious and noble.
A rich, warm fragrance permeated the sleeping chamber, invigorating the senses.
Yet Shen Yue felt uncomfortable all over, her heart feeling the most distressed.
Shen Yue tearfully complained to the system: [System, virgin men are terrifying, especially men who have been virgins for hundreds of years! And his technique is terrible! Terribly terrible! Except for his impressive equipment, he has no other merits! My waist is about to break.]
The system fell silent for a rare moment: [I have a Ten Thousand Tones Bone-Setting Pill, would you like one?]
Shen Yue's eyes welled up with tears, but she still asked: [Is it free?]
System: […It's free.]
Shen Yue's expression changed like a chameleon, revealing a brilliant smile, her dimples shallow: [Thank you, System, you really love me the most~]
After taking the Ten Thousand Tones Bone-Setting Pill, a large portion of Shen Yue's pain vanished. It was truly worthy of being made by the System; it was so conscientious.
On the carved wooden bed with intricate hollows, the soft quilt woven from precious silk and satin, adorned with vibrant red mandarin ducks and blooming roses, was lifelike and exquisitely beautiful.
Shen Yue's sensitive ears heard footsteps and she immediately closed her eyes, feigning sleep, her breathing steady, as if she were truly asleep.
A tall figure slowly approached. He sat by the edge of the bed, quietly gazing at the person on it.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her long lashes distinct like a feathered fan. Her snow-like silver hair, dampened by sweat, clung to her delicate temples.
Against the backdrop of the fiery red, soft couch, the skin she exposed was as white as cold jade, like condensed cream, like a pure and noble white magnolia. The slightly bruised marks were even more terrifyingly conspicuous.
Bi Lian felt a surge of emotions in his heart, his excitement intensifying.
He rarely showed gentleness as he caressed her jade-white face, then slowly leaned in to kiss her swollen, vibrant lips again. As the person beneath him, in her unconscious state, offered no resistance, this time it was a tender, lingering kiss.
He only reluctantly stopped when the sleeping person could no longer breathe, her broken sounds escaping.
He had finally defiled her…
Then, Shen Yue, who was pretending to be asleep, felt a sweet pill being placed into her mouth, melting instantly.
Shen Yue immediately poked the system.
[What did the great villain feed me?]
The system scanned it, then remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, its words extremely vague: […Well, it shouldn't do you any harm.]
Shen Yue became somewhat flustered by the system's tone.
[What do you mean 'shouldn't'? Can you give me a definite answer?]
System: [You'll find out later. It won't kill you anyway.]
Upon hearing that it wouldn't kill her, Shen Yue felt even more distressed. She considered the great villain to be capable of destroying heaven and earth independently. Although… she didn't know why she had slept with the great villain, Shen Yue was still self-aware.
The great villain felt no love for her, only hatred, so he wanted to torment her in this way.
Although this method was a bit extreme, the great villain's thought process was indeed peculiar. She wondered if this would negatively impact the future plot.
Had her mission been completed then?
She would then need to find a way to die.
In the original plot, she died at the hands of the great villain. Shen Yue didn't want the plot to deviate too much; she still had to die at the great villain's hands.
System: [You never seemed so eager to escape before.]
Shen Yue bit her handkerchief: [This villain's performance is too bad, I don't think I can handle it.]
System: [….]
It shouldn't have brought up the question.
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The Demon Realm was undergoing a change.
The newly appointed Demon Lord was a demon god possessing two demonic bones. Just a title was enough to make all the demons in the Demon Realm revere him, but besides reverence, there was more fear.
The sky of the Demon Realm was filled with bloody energy, eerily beautiful, like sunset clouds.
In the grand hall, demon cultivators with high demonic energy gathered. They looked like normal people, except their skin was a pale, greenish hue, giving them a somewhat sinister appearance.
Demon Lord Bi Lian sat in the highest seat in the center of the hall, reclining lazily on a white jade couch, propping his chin. His delicate, beautiful eyebrows held an almost childlike appearance, but his broad shoulders and imposing height gave off an incredibly oppressive aura.
His long fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the couch. Dressed in black, he exuded an incredibly potent aura of menace.
"My Lord, the righteous sects have gathered, likely planning to attack our tribe."
Bi Lian closed his eyes, a slight curve of his thin lips revealing his good mood. However, the words that emerged were bloody and cruel: "What are you afraid of? Then let's slaughter them all."
The demons below heard this, their pupils trembling violently with excitement. Ever since the fall of the demon god, they had been suppressed and attacked by those so-called righteous sects, forced to hide everywhere. But those days were over.
The demon god, that was a god!
There were no longer any reservations; they could act with abandon. The savagery in their blood was ignited.
Their faces all wore identical, frenzied smiles filled with murderous intent.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The deafening roars pushed the atmosphere to its peak.
Bi Lian propped his forehead, not even opening his eyes.
Until a demon cultivator stepped forward, kneeling on the ground, and said indignantly: "My Lord, Xi Yu is currently in our hands. Why don't we first chop off her head and send it to the Qingyun Sect as a gift?"
Many demons echoed his sentiment.
They said those righteous disciples were filled with righteous indignation towards the demonic cult, but were the demons any less eager to dispatch those hypocrites with their own hands?
And among them, Xi Yu was the one most hated by the demons.
Countless demon generals had died by her hand, and she had even nearly killed the demon god. They knew Bi Lian had brought Xi Yu back to the Demon Cult, and it was likely Xi Yu was already tortured beyond recognition by the Demon Lord, as there was probably no one in this world who hated Xi Yu more than the Demon Lord.
Everyone believed so.
Bi Lian finally showed some reaction. He opened his eyes, his thin lips pursed, his aura chilling and terrifying. He said with a half-smile, "Say that again."
The clueless demon cultivator, truly believing the Demon Lord hadn't heard clearly, repeated himself.
"Your subordinate believes we can first chop off Xi Yu's…"
Before he could finish, his voice was cut short the next second. The demon cultivator's body turned into a bloody mist, not even having time to let out a scream.