Attempting to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used as bait

Whoosh!

Two streaks of purple lightning, as thin as cow hairs, shot from Jiang Xin's eyes and silently disappeared into the back of Ye Shu's head. Seeing him completely unguarded, Jiang Xin couldn't help but snicker inwardly.

A fool is always a fool!

Her "Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Art" was utterly silent, overpowering the target with immense soul force and a superior cultivation plane. It could shatter the target's divine soul into unconsciousness, turning them into a puppet that obeyed her every command.

Although she was currently only at the Nascent Soul stage with a damaged soul, even a damaged Imperial-level soul could easily crush the divine soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Yet in the next moment, Jiang Xin's pupils abruptly contracted.

"How... how is this possible?"

A scene was transmitted through the two purple streaks of light—a figure in a white robe stood before a radiant door. Beneath his feet knelt countless beings, and behind him stretched endless laws of the Dao. He was like a god overlooking the mortal world.

The figure lifted his eyes and cast a cold glance.

Shriek!

With just that one look, Jiang Xin's Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Art was instantly shattered. She felt as if her own soul had been struck heavily by a massive hammer. Her soul shook violently, and a sweetness rose in her throat as she nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, barely managing to swallow it back down.

"What... what is that thing?"

Jiang Xin's face was pale with terror, her eyes wide with shock. In her tens of thousands of years traversing the world, this was the first time she had encountered such a terrifying divine soul—one she could neither fathom nor comprehend.

This guy could not possibly be Mo Shisan!

Who the hell is he?

Staring intently at Ye Shu's back, Jiang Xin's internal alarm bells were screaming. Every hair on her body stood on end.

This guy was definitely a monster.

He was very likely one of those ancient beings mentioned in no historical records, one who had lived for who knows how many eons, for only someone like that could possess such a fearsome divine soul.

Meanwhile, Ye Shu scratched the back of his head, looking somewhat bewildered at the snowflakes drifting past the window.

"A mosquito bit me in this weather?"

"Forget it."

He shook his head, walked to the table, and picked up the nuptial wine flask. But instead of pouring the wine immediately, he first opened the lid, dropped a white pill inside, and gently swirled the flask to ensure the pill dissolved into the liquid before finally pouring a cup.

The golden nectar drew a graceful arc through the air.

Jiang Xin's delicate body trembled at the sight of the wine.

This... this bastard, what is he planning?

What did he put in the wine? Could it be... could it be some kind of aphrodisiac?

Jiang Xin's face instantly turned deathly pale.

If she had been confident at the start, now she was undoubtedly in despair. Her pride as a soul cultivator couldn't even breach his defenses, let alone any other means. She had read in ancient texts about how these ancient monsters loved to kidnap young, beautiful, talented women for cultivation through dual cultivation!

Watching Ye Shu draw closer with the wine cup, Jiang Xin could already foresee the scene of him having his way with her.

At the thought that her virginity, preserved for tens of thousands of years, would be defiled today by an unknown ancient monster, Jiang Xin's eyes instantly reddened.

On the other side, Ye Shu approached with the wine.

Seeing Jiang Xin's eyes welling up, he nodded to himself with satisfaction.

That's more like it! What well-behaved child wouldn't cry or cause a fuss when forced into a marriage? Her earlier composure was the abnormal part.

Little did he know, in Jiang Xin's interpretation, his expression was no different from the smile of a wolf spotting a lamb—the kind of pervert who gets more excited the more his prey struggles.

"Come on, drink this."

Ye Shu handed the wine cup to Jiang Xin, flashing what he thought was a gentle smile.

"I... I..."

Jiang Xin looked at the cup, her lips trembling. After a long moment, she raised her head, pulled at the corners of her mouth, and forced a pleading smile at Ye Shu: "Can I not drink it?"

Even as she said this, her hand uncontrollably reached for the cup and took it from his hand.

This was the backlash from the Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Art...

Though the technique was powerful, its backlash was equally severe. Once broken, the caster temporarily lost control of their body, becoming completely obedient to the person who broke the spell.

That meant... even if Ye Shu wanted her right now, her body would obediently comply, lying on the bed and presenting herself, surrendering to his pleasure.

Jiang Xin was on the verge of tears.

She had truly tried to steal a chicken only to lose the grain.

"No... no..."

Watching her own hand take the cup and steadily raise it to her lips, Jiang Xin struggled desperately, shaking her head and letting out sobs of agony as tears streamed down her face. Yet she could only watch helplessly as the cup drew near, and she downed it in one gulp!

The strong wine slid down her throat without burning.

Jiang Xin smacked her lips and felt a hint of sweetness instead.

Ye Shu was completely stunned, watching her say "no" with her mouth while obediently drinking the wine.

Really, does this silly girl have some kind of performing personality?

Pretty face, not-so-bright mind.

After drinking the wine, a flush spread across Jiang Xin's cheeks. She felt dizzy, and a wave of heat surged from her lower abdomen.

Just as I thought...

She resignedly closed her eyes, waiting for the humiliating moment to come. Jiang Xin bit her lip hard, silently swearing in her heart: I will repay today's shame a thousand or ten thousand times over in the future. For now, I'll just pretend I was bitten by a dog.

However, the imagined brutality did not come.

Or rather, what came was more violent than she had imagined.

A cold, large hand suddenly grasped her neck, lifting her high into the air. The intense suffocation forced Jiang Xin to open her eyes, and she was met with Ye Shu's icy gaze.

He spoke coldly.

"I am not your husband, Mo Shisan. The wine you just drank has been poisoned. If you don't get the antidote from me within half a month, your intestines will rot and you will die a painful death."

"So, if you cannot keep this secret."

"Your fate will be summed up in two words."

"Death."