Cheating Leads to Account Suspension

"You mean to say..."

Ye Shu, who had barely managed to piece his body back into human form, pointed at his own figure, which was wrapped up like a mummy, and asked with a look of utter bewilderment:

"Even though I've been revived, my body was already shattered into pieces. These are just fragments. So, in truth, my body is still dead? I'm just inhabiting this corpse?"

"Exactly."

The woman in purple nodded.

"Though the Eightfold Resurrection Pill has miraculous effects, it's a potion only specializes in the soul. To bring a full-fledged demigod back to life, you'd need at least a ninth-grade pill."

Hearing this, Ye Shu was dumbfounded.

As incredible as it sounded, with his extraordinary intelligence, he actually understood.

This was basically him being a zombie, right? He was just a ghost now, merely inhabiting his own body.

Colloquially speaking, a zombie driver.

But then again...

His body was already dead.

Which meant...

Ye Shu tried to channel the spiritual energy within him, only to find himself uselessly waving his arms.

As expected — a total waste!

Now, forget about ascending to immortality in one step; he didn't even have the ability to cultivate.

Was this the price of cheating?

Ye Shu let out a helpless chuckle. He finally got to cheat once, and now he was basically a sealed account.

After his moment of frustration, he turned his gaze back to the woman in purple.

Now he was truly puzzled. She had gone through so much trouble and cost to revive him, only to bring back a cripple. What good would that do?

He glanced around at the dark, oppressive stone walls.

Embedded in the walls were glowing night pearls.

Surely she didn't plan to revive a defenseless version of him, keep his resurrection a secret so no one would come to save him, lock him up in this damp, shadowy dungeon, and then daily defile him... treat him like an immortal, unkillable sex toy?

If someone spent that much effort just to create a sex toy, what could he even say?

With that kind of perseverance, you'd succeed at anything. Might as well just give in.

Thinking this, Ye Shu tentatively asked:

"So now that I'm nothing but a cripple, what's the point of reviving me?"

Hearing this, the woman in purple looked at him very seriously.

"You're only a cripple for now."

"But you weren't one in the past, and that doesn't mean you'll be one in the future. I believe it won't be long before you reach the peak again."

"You have that much faith in me?"

Ye Shu found it somewhat amusing. "Come on, tell me—what's your real purpose in reviving me?"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. I know that very well."

"Purpose?"

The woman in purple tilted her head, and a strangely eerie smile crept across her face.

That smile sent a chill straight down Ye Shu's spine.

He knew better than to mistake her for one of those storybook Demon Saintesses—naive, foolish, innocent, like some sweet simpleton. He could tell she was the real deal, born of the demonic path, with plenty of force and cunning.

"You were Once the sovereign of all under heaven and a righteous leader..."

The woman stepped forward, pressing close to Ye Shu. Her pale, slender neck swayed before his eyes. Her crimson lips parted, breathing like orchid fragrance:

"Surely then, you're loyal to bonds and gratitude, right? You know how to repay a kindness?"

"In... in theory, yes. That's true."

Ye Shu was startled by her sudden closeness, instinctively backing away a few steps.

But the woman stuck to him like glue.

Her violet pupils locked onto his eyes. Her lips were almost touching his. One hand rested gently on his chest, her tone dripping with an indescribable seduction.

"I want you to..."

Before she could finish, her words were interrupted.

A respectful voice suddenly rang out from the ceiling of the room. "Saintess, the Sect Leader summons you."

The intimate atmosphere shattered instantly.

A flicker of displeasure crossed the woman's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it. She rose gracefully and smoothed her robes.

"I have to step out. Stay put and behave yourself."

"..."

Ye Shu was speechless.

Was that the way you talked to a dog?

Clap clap—

The woman lightly clapped her hands. A small, scrawny figure entered the room from outside, stood behind her, and bowed respectfully. "What does the Saintess require of me?"

She glanced at Ye Shu and said coolly, "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him run off."

"Yes."

The man replied without prying into Ye Shu's identity. He quietly retreated to the corner, staring coldly at Ye Shu from a distance.

"Though you're useless now..."

The woman reached out her finger, lifted Ye Shu's chin, and looked into his eyes with a smile. "When it comes to someone like you, no amount of caution is too much."

"I know you have a silver tongue."

"But don't bother trying to win him over. This man has no parents. He was begging on the streets as a child. I gave him a life, let him walk the path of immortality. In the demonic path, unlike your hypocritical righteous path, a kindness like that means if I told him to die, he wouldn't even frown."

"So, save yourself the trouble."

With that, the woman released his chin and turned to leave.

Just as she was about to go, Ye Shu suddenly called out:

"You saved my life, and yet I don't even know your name."

"What's your name?"

The woman looked back over her shoulder, smiled at him, and blinked:

"This humble one is Liu Ruyi."

"Liu Ruyi?"

Ye Shu murmured the name softly, then averted his gaze.

He sat back down on the stone platform and glanced at the scrawny figure.

The man was staring at him without blinking.

Well, well, impressively diligent.

Ye Shu clicked his tongue inwardly and completely gave up any thought of sneaking around.

Then, he tried to channel his spiritual energy again. Still useless. His body was dead—his dantian, his acupuncture points, his meridians, all completely ruined, riddled with cracks. Forget about ascending to immortality in one step.

He'd be lucky if drinking water didn't turn him into a sprinkler.

But...

Ye Shu sat cross-legged on the stone platform, frowning slightly.

Because he realized his dantian... was still alive.

Though his physical body was dead now, his soul had indeed been restored to its peak state.

So projecting his divine sense was still easy.

He sank his consciousness into his dantian.

There, within a vast miniature world, what had once been a land stretching for millions of miles was now scarred and ravaged. The whole world was shrouded in a gray haze. The stars in the sky were dim and lifeless, their constellations missing, like dead wastelands that had been abandoned for ages.

Except... at the very center.

There was a small courtyard. An untouched patch of clean ground about a hundred meters wide was preserved there. A few clumps of dog-tail grass stood at the entrance, swaying in the breeze.

It was the yard Xiaobai had tended.

The yard that belonged only to her.

Ye Shu stood before the yard and felt a sudden pang in his heart. Almost instinctively, he moved forward, pushed open the gate, pushed open the little house.

Inside, on a small wooden bed,

a tiny, milk-white figure was curled up asleep.