She was still suppressed and dominated by her unpromising junior brother, who possessed demonic bones and had been a scourge since birth.
Were there any more humiliating methods than this?
The slender body in his arms trembled slightly from the pain. She bit her lip tightly, desperately trying to suppress it.
Bi Lian smiled silently and directly picked her up by the waist.
Perhaps it was precisely because Shen Yue could not see that he did not hide the smile on his face at all, which was full of intense malice and the scent of blood.
Yet, the words that came from his mouth were incredibly gentle.
"Immortal Venerable, please forgive me. Immortal Venerable should not joke with your own body. Don't hold back if you feel uncomfortable. May this disciple carry Immortal Venerable to the sleeping chambers first?"
The gentler his tone, the more intense the pain in Shen Yue's chest became. Even with half the pain suppressed, she could still feel the suffocating agony.
It was likely that Bi Lian had done something to her.
Shen Yue could guess with a little thought. A cultivator's dan (elixir) was akin to their heart meridian. Spiritual energy circulated purely, without a trace of impurity. If demonic energy infiltrated it, it would be like a drop of ink falling into pure water, making the originally clear water turbid. For cultivators, this had a significant adverse effect. Damaged heart meridians, coupled with an impure dan, could easily lead to qi deviation, exploding the body, and death.
Feeling the pain in her chest, Shen Yue was absolutely certain that it was a trick played by Bi Lian.
Shen Yue: [I thought he would attack me immediately upon seeing me.]
System: [Oh, he can't bear to.]
Shen Yue was shocked: [Is that true? Is my charm that great?]
System: [How could he bear to let you die so easily? He wants to make your life worse than death. He wants to defile you first, then kill you, then defile you again, then kill you again.]
Shen Yue: [...]
Suddenly, a chill shot up from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head.
Although that wisp of demonic energy was very subtle, its power was immense. Its subtlety made it difficult to detect, but its hidden danger was a red alert. This was because as long as Bi Lian wished, he could make Shen Yue suffer. If he exerted a little more force, he could make Shen Yue suffer even more.
Alternatively, if he tempted her further, he could play some small tricks while Shen Yue was in seclusion, causing her to go into qi deviation or explode her body and die.
Indeed, this was the halo of the great villain.
Bi Lian had indeed thought so before. He had come for revenge, to make Shen Yue have no place to be buried, and the more gruesome her death, the better. It would be best if she went into qi deviation and became the very demonic race she detested. At that time, her expression should be truly spectacular.
But now, he had changed his mind. This was not enough. This was still not cruel enough.
The person in his arms had a very soft physique, making it impossible to imagine she could be so cold-blooded and ruthless. She even exuded a sweet fragrance, making it impossible to let go.
Now, he had changed his mind.
He wanted to press this aloof and noble hypocrite, who seemed to be above all worldly matters, onto the bed. He wanted to repay all the pain she had inflicted tenfold.
Now, Shen Yue was the fish, and he was the cleaver.
Unknowingly, they entered the sleeping chambers. All the decorations were the same as before, unchanged. They were simple and monotonous, with a faint, fresh scent.
Perhaps it was because Shen Yue had lived here for a long time, but this room was filled with her sweet aura, as if every object had her scent clinging to it.
As Bi Lian stepped in, he felt as if he were bathing in that faint, fresh scent. It was pleasant, and he even greedily inhaled deeply.
Upon realizing this subconscious action, he could not help but frown. He detested anything that was out of his control, including his own behavior.
He strode to the bedside and placed Shen Yue on the bed.
The cold, soft body suddenly disappeared.
The white-robed immortal on the bed had her silver hair spread across the bed, like a snow lotus in full bloom, beautiful and radiant. Her earlobes were very white, tinged with a faint pink, as if exuding fragrance.
Especially her lips, which were seeped with a vibrant red, as if bitten again and again.
She was ripe.
The person on the bed was clearly in pain, her forehead beaded with fine sweat, dampening the silver strands of hair that clung to her pale, almost transparent face, making her look fragile and powerless.
Bi Lian stood by, watching, his eyelashes lowered. He turned to close the door, but his sleeve was suddenly tugged by a fair, slender fingertip, the tip of which was a delicate, petal-like pink.
With a gentle force, Bi Lian could easily shake it off without any effort.
He never concealed anything. Since Shen Yue could not see, he had no need to hide anything. His thin, red lips curved slightly, revealing a gentle smile, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes, only a dense, oppressive, and dark shadow that was enough to suffocate someone.
His gaze was casual, like he was appraising a beautiful, fragile object, explicit and nonchalant.
As if he had enjoyed enough of her frail appearance, he traced his fingers back along the hand holding his sleeve, then bent down, his predatory aura pressing in. His pupils constricted, trembling slightly from excessive excitement.
They were very close, to the point of being dangerously intimate.
Shen Yue's face was very pale.
Deathly pale.
It made her silver hair seem even brighter, and so did her lips.
Her eye area was covered with a white cloth. Only her eyebrows and eyes were noble, extremely beautiful, and extremely cold.
But now, she was frowning, and the flesh of her lips, bitten to a swollen redness, was dazzlingly vibrant.
She was tightly pursed, her lip flesh squeezed, her lips plump, as if a slight squeeze would yield sweet, fragrant juice.
It was as if she were inviting a kiss.
Bi Lian's expression was rarely gentle, but his eyes remained icy. He reached out, very, very gently, to caress her face.
The cold, luxurious touch was like a piece of jade. His fingertips were becoming uncontrollable.
He suddenly felt that the white cloth covering her eyes was an obstruction, so he directly and casually tore it off and threw it on the ground.
The soft, smooth white cloth fluttered to the ground, unheeded.
Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered. She kept her eyes closed, her overly long lashes casting a faint dark shadow beneath her porcelain-white eyes.
Bi Lian then realized that even her eyelashes were white. Her entire being was transparently white, possessing a strange, sacred purity and nobility.
While beautiful, it also exhibited a sense of heart-wrenching fragility.
At the same time, it was more likely to evoke the darkest, dirtiest desires in the heart.
Bi Lian had never seen Shen Yue with her eyes open. All he knew was that since he had met Shen Yue, her eyes had always been covered with a white cloth. He had never had the inclination to investigate before, nor did he now.