Little Corpse Spirit: I'm Always Older Than You

Xiao Weier felt utterly hopeless. In her mind, the Underworld was already a top-tier power, even stronger than the Xiao Family, yet even they couldn’t deal with the Heavenly Demon Sect.

"What should we do? Does that mean we’ll never escape?" Xiao Weier’s face turned pale.

"Escape? Why would we escape?"

Xiao Weier was momentarily stunned. "Why escape? Isn’t it obvious? This is the largest demonic sect in the world, and its leader, Gu Qingfeng, is the most wicked man alive. Shouldn’t we escape?"

"I won’t run."

"Why not?"

Luo Li let out a cold laugh. "Do you know what that bitch’s cultivation level used to be?"

"Bitch?"

"The one who took your form and is now moaning inside."

Xiao Weier’s face instantly flushed red, and she quickly changed the subject. "What was her cultivation before?"

"Hmph, she was barely at the Heavenly Human Realm. But now? In such a short time, that bitch has reached the Quasi-Emperor level! And all of it is just because she’s Gu Qingfeng’s favorite!

So I won’t run. Not only that, but I’ll steal that man’s favor for myself!

If I can’t become the Heavenly Emperor in this life, then I’ll become the Heavenly Emperor’s wife—the Empress! I’ll make her suffer just like she once made me suffer!"

Xiao Weier was overwhelmed by the complicated dynamics, but before she could react, Luo Li continued.

"Do you know why that bitch made you wait here?"

Xiao Weier shook her head, her face growing even redder as she listened to the shameless sounds of her own voice from inside.

"It’s her way of intimidating every woman."

Luo Li suddenly gritted her teeth in anger. "She wants to show every woman that no matter how beautiful you are, she can take your form—and she’ll always be just a little bigger than you, always!"

"W-what!?" Xiao Weier felt blood rush to her head at these outrageous words, her vision darkening slightly.

Luo Li didn’t notice, too absorbed in her own resentment. "That bitch is cunning. This isn’t just about asserting dominance—it’s about reducing our competitiveness.

Men are creatures who crave novelty. But when you’re at your freshest, it’s not you by his side. Don’t you think that weakens your chances?

So, to deal with her, we can’t rely on individual strength. Why don’t we team up? That bitch may be able to shapeshift, but she can’t split herself in two!

If we work together, we can win Gu Qingfeng’s favor."

Xiao Weier was completely stunned. "I—I’m not… I’m not…"

"Not what?"

"I’m not his woman. I don’t like him."

"That’s fine. You will eventually."

Xiao Weier’s face turned deathly pale. "Are you saying… he’ll force me?"

Luo Li shook her head. "I’m saying you’ll fall for him sooner or later."

"Fall for the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect!?" Xiao Weier recoiled like a frightened animal.

She recalled the rumors—Gu Qingfeng had a ghastly face, fangs, three heads, eight arms, and stood eight zhang tall…

She shook her head violently. "How could I ever like such a villain?"

Unaware of her thoughts, Luo Li sighed softly. "Few women in this world can resist his charm. Yes, he’s a villain—but an undeniably captivating one.

His looks are one thing, but it’s his aura (God-Slaying Physique) that truly ensnares women. The longer you’re around him, the harder it is to break free.

And he’s the strongest man alive, the most powerful, the most influential. What woman wouldn’t want him?"

Xiao Weier’s face was full of disbelief. She was convinced Luo Li had been brainwashed by some dark sorcery of the Heavenly Demon Sect’s leader.

Seeing her skepticism, Luo Li didn’t press further. She left with only one final remark.

"You’ll understand when you see him. When that happens, remember to consider my offer."

As Xiao Weier watched Luo Li’s retreating figure, she couldn’t help but think the woman had been driven mad by her time in the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Her desire to escape grew stronger, and she even thought of Xiao Fan, who had risked his life to protect her before.

Nothing moved the heart like a hero saving a beauty.

"I wonder how Brother Fan is doing… Is he worried about me? No, I have to pull myself together. I need to find a way to send him a message and escape this place."

……

An hour later.

The indecent sounds from the bedchamber finally ceased.

Xiao Weier had long since grown numb to them—so much so that she felt she could mimic the moans herself. After all, the voice was based on her own.

Then, the palace doors suddenly swung open.

Little Corpse Charm stepped out, her face flushed, her eyes languid with satisfaction.

Xiao Weier was startled to see her own disheveled appearance, but before she could react, Little Corpse Charm dragged her inside.

"Come. The Sect Leader wants to see you."

The words "Sect Leader" carried some terrifying magic, making Xiao Weier’s heart pound wildly.

Pulled along, the two passed through layers of curtains until they finally stood before Gu Qingfeng.

Xiao Weier trembled, too afraid to lift her head. The air was thick with an indescribable scent, only deepening her unease.

Then, a deep, magnetic voice came from the bed.

"So, you’re the one with the red mole, Xiao Weier?"

Her face burned crimson. She bit her soft lips, not daring to make a sound.

"Look at me."

The command felt like divine law—her head rose against her will, stiff and unyielding.

When their eyes met, Xiao Weier’s heart seemed to stop. She froze, her mind blank.

Staring dumbly at the man reclining on the bed, his bare torso sculpted and powerful, only one thought filled her head:

How could a man so breathtakingly handsome exist?

So Luo Li had been telling the truth. He was devastatingly attractive, with an inexplicable magnetism that locked her gaze in place, impossible to look away.

Suddenly, Gu Qingfeng smirked, his voice teasing.

"Though I’ve just enjoyed an identical version of you, your innocence, your shyness, your purity… they’re truly one of a kind."

Xiao Weier didn’t even register his words, lost in the curve of his smile—like a soul-stealing sickle, slicing straight into her heart.

The world seemed to burst into vivid color, vibrant and alive, as if spring had bloomed around her. She felt weightless, like a butterfly fluttering through a sea of flowers, intoxicated by their fragrance.

The thought of sending a message to Brother Fan? Gone. She couldn’t even remember who he was.

"Little girl, snap out of it." Little Corpse Charm’s voice whispered in her ear.

Xiao Weier jolted awake, her delicate face instantly flushing crimson. With a startled gasp, she hastily lowered her head, not daring to look again.

Yet her beautiful eyes kept drifting upward uncontrollably, as if drawn by an invisible force.

It perfectly proved the saying—when you fancy someone, it spills from your eyes no matter how hard you hide it.

Wake up, Xiao Weier! He’s the worst villain in this world. You mustn’t be fooled by his gorgeous, dashing, flawless appearance.

But... he’s just so unfairly handsome!

Having never ventured beyond her sheltered life, how could Xiao Weier resist such temptation? With her innocent heart, her resistance to the God-Slaying Physique was practically nonexistent.