White Thousand Bones, the Demon Cult Leader

Bai Qiangu slowly folded the blood-stained handkerchief and carefully placed it in her bosom, as if treasuring some priceless artifact.

She bent her slender waist slightly, her breathtakingly bewitching face inching closer to Ye Xuan. Her bright red lips curled into a twisted arc, and with a sickly gleam in her eyes, she smiled savagely.

I saw everything that just happened.

That bitch Xia Lengyue, and that slut Ye Qingcheng.

You played them like fools, watching them slaughter each other for your sake.

Hehehe... Ye Xuan, you are still as manipulative as ever.

Just like... how you treated me back then.

As she spoke those last few words, Bai Qiangu's pupils suddenly shrank into dangerous pinpricks. An unforgettable hatred and madness erupted from her languid phoenix eyes, so dense it almost materialized.

Her fingers curled up in a spasm, her nails digging deeply into the flesh of her palms. Blood dripped through her fingers, yet she remained completely oblivious to the pain.

You are mine.

Bai Qiangu's voice was low and trembling, filled with a paranoid possessiveness. Her gaze was dead set on Ye Xuan, as if trying to carve his silhouette into the very depths of her soul.

You were mine in the past, and you will be mine in the future.

No one can take you away, and no one is worthy of taking you away!

She suddenly straightened up and waved her red sleeve. Her movements were domineering yet tinged with a hint of madness, as her slender fingers pointed far into the distance.

Come back with me. Back to the Limitless Demon Sect.

This time, I will lock you in the lowest depths of the Nether Abyss.

Then, her temperatureless eyes lightly swept over Ying'er, who had long since collapsed in terror nearby. Her gaze was like that of someone inspecting an ant.

As for this woman...

A brutally hair-raising arc curled at the corner of Bai Qiangu's mouth as the tip of her tongue licked her bright red lips.

She is quite pretty.

Take her back and throw her into the Ten Thousand Demons Cave.

I want her to endure the cruelest torture in this world, to let her know the consequences of staying by your side.

No! Master, save me!! Ying'er screamed in despair, her voice tearing through the sky.

However.

Facing this almost certain death situation.

Ye Xuan suddenly laughed.

With a swollen face and the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth still unwiped, he smiled as calmly as a gentle breeze, his eyes even carrying a hint of amusement.

Bai Qiangu.

Ye Xuan spoke calmly, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

Are you still planning to torture me like before?

Locking me in a dark secret room, forcing me to take those disgusting tonics every day, and then using me like a tool to satisfy your desires?

Bai Qiangu let out a savage laugh, a sickly, twisted, and chilling light flickering in her eyes. She slowly licked her lips, her gaze revealing a perverted excitement.

I was soft-hearted back then, which allowed you to find an opportunity to escape and join forces with outsiders to seal me away for a thousand years.

But this time is different.

I will break all four of your limbs and turn you into a human stick.

At this point, her breathing grew ragged, and a sickly flush appeared on her face. Her hands unconsciously hugged herself tightly, already imagining the scene.

I want to turn you into a puppet and place you at the head of my bed, so that for the rest of your life, you can only look at me and only hear my voice.

Is this not the ultimate love?

Her eyes were obsessed and crazed, her body trembling slightly, whether from excitement or anticipation.

Hearing this, the surrounding Demon Sect disciples not only did not find it cruel, but instead revealed excited, bloodthirsty expressions, their eyes shining with worship.

A human stick, huh...

Ye Xuan nodded thoughtfully. His fingers gently stroked his chin, and surprisingly, he was not angry at all. Instead, he maintained an indifferent attitude, his eyes even showing a hint of contemplation.

Actually, I do not really mind.

After all, this life of mine was picked up by chance anyway.

It is just that...

Ye Xuan raised his head, looking at Bai Qiangu with a burning gaze, a trace of a bizarre and dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

I have a newly mastered spell that I really want to show you.

I prepared it specifically for you.

Oh?

Bai Qiangu sneered coldly, her eyelashes drooping slightly, her face full of disdain and mockery. She elegantly adjusted her sleeves, her movements languid and confident.

It seems you have a way to deal with me?

It is a pity that you are nothing but a piece of trash at the Golden Core stage right now.

In front of me, you do not even have the chance to self-destruct.

Ye Xuan paid no attention to her mockery, the expression on his face terrifyingly calm.

He merely spat out a few words lightly:

This spell is called... Allure of Love.

Upon hearing these words.

Bai Qiangu, who originally had a face full of disdain, suddenly had a drastic change in expression!

Her languid phoenix eyes froze instantly, her pupils contracting violently, and a trace of genuine, undisguisable terror flashed deep within her eyes. Her body involuntarily took half a step back, her breathing grew rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

Allure of Love?

For the first time, Bai Qiangu's voice trembled, her fingers tightly gripping her sleeves.

That suicidal forbidden spell that burns the three souls and seven spirits, which even a True Immortal cannot stop, causing one's soul to completely scatter and never be reincarnated?

How dare you!

The aura around Bai Qiangu instantly became berserk and unstable, demonic energy surging around her.

She stared fixedly at Ye Xuan, a trace of panic and fear flashing in her eyes, her voice sharp and trembling.

You want to use suicide to threaten me?!

Ye Xuan smiled and nodded, his smile radiant yet resolute, his eyes revealing a madness that viewed death as a return home.

Yes.

I am merely at the Golden Core stage; I definitely cannot defeat you in a fight.

If I am caught and taken back by you, I will be turned into a human stick and tortured by you for hundreds of years.

Rather than living a life worse than death like that, it is better to just end it all right now.

Soul scattered, clean and thorough.

You also know that once this spell is activated, not even a Great Luo Golden Immortal can save me.

When that time comes, all you will get is a handful of ashes.

The atmosphere instantly stalemated.

This was a high-stakes gamble.

The wager was life, and the game was of the mind.

After a long time.

Bai Qiangu suddenly let out a sharp, hysterical burst of maniacal laughter, her body trembling violently.

Hahahahaha!

Ye Xuan, do you think I would be threatened by you?

This is too funny!

In this world, there is actually someone who uses their own death to threaten others?

Do you think if you die, my heart will ache? That I will be sad?

Simply foolish!

She laughed until the corners of her eyes were wet, though it was unknown if they were tears of laughter or something else entirely.

Ye Xuan also laughed along with her.

He laughed even louder than her, even more mockingly than her, laughing until tears formed at the corners of his eyes.

Yeah, it is too funny.

To many people, this move is simply ridiculous.

If I were threatening anyone else, they would probably clap their hands in joy and tell me to die faster.

The laughter abruptly stopped.

Ye Xuan suddenly took a step forward, ignoring the blades and swords of the countless demonic cultivators around him, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's.

He reached out his hand.

Under the utterly horrified and dumbfounded gazes of everyone present.

A hand possessing only the power of the Golden Core stage pinched Bai Qiangu's exquisite, porcelain-doll-like chin lightly yet irrefutably, its fingertips sinking into her soft skin.

He looked straight into those abyss-like eyes and enunciated every word clearly,

"But for you, Bai Qiangu, it is different."

"Because I know... you love me."

"You love me to the point of madness, to the point of losing yourself."

Slap!

As if burned, Bai Qiangu violently swatted Ye Xuan's hand away, an unnatural flush rising on her cheeks.

She took a flustered half-step back. A trace of humiliated anger and helplessness at having her inner thoughts exposed flashed through her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently.

"Shut up!"

"How could I possibly love you!"

"You are nothing but my plaything! I have many playthings like you!"

Her voice was somewhat shrill, carrying a trace of unconcealable guilt.

As if to prove herself, to cover up the panic in her heart,

Bai Qiangu abruptly turned around. Pointing her slender fingers at the surrounding group of handsome, powerful demonic cultivators, her voice grew louder until she was almost roaring,

"Look!"

"These men are all my concubines!"

"I can do whatever I want! I can favor whoever I please!"

"Every single one of them has a higher cultivation base than you! Every single one is more obedient than you!"

"Ye Xuan, are you even worthy of my love?"

Her gaze flickered uncertainly, her chest heaving violently, and her fingers trembling slightly from exerting too much force.

These male favorites immediately puffed out their chests. Although facing Ye Xuan made them feel somewhat jealous and uneasy, they were all trying their best to display their charm at this moment, casting provocative glances at Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan swept a glance over these men.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes filled with a superior's disdain, and a mocking curve formed at the corner of his mouth.

"Stop pretending, Xiao Bai."

"They can't compare to me."

"You know this."

"If they could truly replace me, why did you come after me personally?"

"Why did you keep the hairpin I gave you?"

Ye Xuan's gaze, like the most precise arrow, landed on the plain, somewhat shabby wooden hairpin in Bai Qiangu's hair.

Contrasted against her magnificent red dress and the white bone throne, that wooden hairpin looked entirely out of place, yet it was as striking as a brand.

Bai Qiangu's pupils shrank violently, her face instantly turning pale.

She subconsciously raised her hand, frantically covering the hairpin on her head. Her fingers trembled slightly, her eyes darted away, and she was at a loss for words.

In this instant, she was no longer the lofty leader of the demonic path, but rather a little girl whose secret had been exposed.

Striking while the iron was hot, Ye Xuan closed in again, every step stepping directly on her heart.

His voice was deep, carrying a demonic temptation, yet so gentle it was heartbreaking,

"Besides..."

"Bai Qiangu, what I hate most is this attitude of yours—clearly wanting it, yet pretending to be in control of everything."

He looked Bai Qiangu up and down, his eyes holding the wisdom of one who saw through it all, a playful smile curving his lips,

"Since you don't love me."

"Then why did you specifically wear my favorite red dress when you came to see me?"

"This makeup... you carefully applied it, didn't you?"

"The color of this lip rouge is the exact one I said looked best back then, right?"

"You..."

Bai Qiangu panicked completely. Her gaze darted around frantically, not daring to meet Ye Xuan's eyes.

She never expected that her every move, even such tiny, intimate details, had been seen through by this man.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, her breathing grew rapid, and she stood there helplessly.

Ye Xuan sneered and suddenly leaned in close to Bai Qiangu's ear, close enough to feel each other's body heat.

His warm breath brushed against her sensitive ear, causing this murderous demoness to shudder, her body stiffening involuntarily.

"Aren't you a member of the demonic path?"

"Didn't you say you could do anything?"

"Alright then."

Ye Xuan straightened up, pointing coldly at the group of male favorites. His tone was icy and full of provocation,

"Then bed these men right in front of me."

"Right here. Right on this flying ship."

"Isn't this the kind of thing you used to talk about all the time?"

"Come on, show me."

Bai Qiangu froze, her body trembling slightly.

She gritted her teeth, trying hard to maintain her imposing manner, her eyes flickering. "You think I wouldn't dare? I am of the demonic path! I don't care about these morals and ethics!"

But her voice lacked its previous confidence, instead revealing a sense of bravado masking her inner weakness.

"Is that so?"

Ye Xuan chuckled lightly by her ear. His laughter was like a viper flicking its tongue, every word like a knife carving into her heart,

"Don't be silly, Xiao Bai."

"I know you too well."

"Deep down in your heart, you are no demon at all."

"You are still that little girl from back then who longed for a home."

"You still yearn to live a normal married life with me."

"Even if it's just a sliver of fantasy, you try desperately to maintain it, don't you?"

Ye Xuan's voice grew softer and softer, gentler and gentler, like the most touching words of love, beginning to weave a web named happiness,

"Just think about it..."

"You wouldn't be on this cold throne of white bones."

"But in a small courtyard."

"You would no longer be the Sect Master, and I would no longer be a wanted criminal."

"You would come home and take off this heavy phoenix coronet and ceremonial robes."

"And I would be wearing an apron, washing my hands to make soup for you in the kitchen."

"We would eat together, take walks together, and watch the sunset together."

"Instead of like before, with you sitting on a gloomy throne, watching me be tortured by you."

As Ye Xuan described this.

Bai Qiangu's gaze gradually grew blurry, her pupils losing focus.

In those phoenix eyes filled with slaughter, a layer of mist actually welled up, crystal-clear tears swirling in her eye sockets.

That was the scene she dreamed of, yet could never obtain.

It was the root of her inner demons, the only solace in her thousand years of loneliness.

Her lips trembled slightly, her breathing became rapid and chaotic, and her body involuntarily went soft.

"Stop talking..."

She muttered to herself, her voice trembling violently as tears finally rolled down her cheeks.

A male favorite at the Body Integration stage nearby finally couldn't stand it anymore, his face turning ashen.

He felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, sensing that the Sect Master's heart was about to sway toward Ye Xuan.

He roared, his voice laced with jealousy and fear,

"Sect Master! Don't believe his words!"

"He is spouting demonic lies to deceive you! He is using charm arts!"

"Back then, it was precisely because you believed his nonsense that you were sealed for a thousand years!"

"This guy is a complete and utter liar! Kill him!"

Bang!

A loud explosion rang out.

The male favorite who had spoken instantly exploded into a mist of blood, flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

Bai Qiangu retracted her hand. Her eyes instantly turned crimson and tyrannical, her face contorting.

She violently spun around and let out a beastly roar at her surroundings,

"Shut up!"

"Whoever dares to speak another word, I will exterminate their nine generations!"

Her voice tore through the sky, demonic energy surging wildly, causing the entire flying ship to tremble.

The entire area fell dead silent.

All the demonic cultivators fell to their knees in terror, shivering violently, not even daring to breathe loudly.