Daxia's Welfare is Great: One Hundred Consecutive Draws for Free at the Start

Night fell.

Wu Lingxiao stood outside the door, listening to the sounds of Ye Xuan preparing for bed inside. It was not just the rustling of clothes; it was an instrument of torture slicing her heart into a thousand pieces.

"Why... why..."

Her eyes were bloodshot, and the dark madness previously suppressed in her pupils instantly swallowed her remaining sanity.

"I have had enough!"

With a low growl, she shattered all the lamps in the corridor.

In an instant, golden light burst forth.

The overbearing, world-ruling imperial dragon aura completely erupted.

The plain maid outfit on her body cracked inch by inch in the golden light, replaced by a bright yellow imperial robe embroidered with nine-heavenly phoenixes, radiating endless majesty.

Wearing a phoenix crown and ceremonial cape, her imperial might was as oppressive as a purgatory.

Her delicately disguised face also reverted to its peerless beauty that could pale the world in the golden light. Only at this moment, this breathtakingly beautiful face wore a hideous, jealous expression like an evil spirit.

Bang!

The door was not pushed open; it was directly reduced to dust.

Inside, Ye Xuan was sitting on the edge of the bed, untying his robes. Ying'er was shyly stepping forward to serve him.

A fierce wind swept in, carrying a suffocating killing intent.

Ying'er let out a terrified scream, falling to the floor with a pale face. She trembled as she looked at the woman at the door who seemed like a descending demon god: "You... who are you..."

"Get lost!"

Wu Lingxiao roared. The sound wave was like a tangible heavy hammer. If she wanted to, this single word was enough to shatter Ying'er's soul. But she forced down her murderous urge to tear Ying'er to pieces, only wanting her to get out.

Ying'er was frightened out of her wits and subconsciously looked at Ye Xuan, her eyes full of pleas for help.

Ye Xuan's expression was calm, having long anticipated this sudden turn of events.

He did not even bat an eyelid, merely nodding faintly:

"You may leave first."

As if granted a grand pardon, Ying'er scrambled and fled the room that now reeked of a slaughterhouse.

The door closed once more.

At this moment, in the spacious room, only the female emperor in her imperial robes and the half-undressed Ye Xuan remained.

"You, just to take revenge on me..."

Wu Lingxiao walked toward Ye Xuan step by step, each step treading on the void and producing a dull explosive sound. Her voice trembled with extreme anger and grievance:

"You, to take revenge on me... actually gave your primal yang to a servant girl!"

"That is your primal yang! The foundation of your cultivation! And more importantly... it is what you should have saved for me!!"

She rushed in front of Ye Xuan, looking at this face she had loved for eight hundred years, hated for eight hundred years, and regretted for eight hundred years, her sanity completely snapping.

Slap!

A vicious slap landed squarely on Ye Xuan's face.

An angry strike from a Half-Step True Immortal, even with restrained power, was enough to split mountains and crack stones.

Ye Xuan's head was knocked to the side, and a trickle of blood instantly seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Speak! Why are you acting so cheap! Why are you degrading yourself!"

Slap!

Another strike.

"You would rather give it to a beggar than to me?"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Wu Lingxiao went mad. She straddled Ye Xuan, striking left and right, the sound of slaps ringing out as densely as firecrackers.

One hundred slaps.

A full one hundred.

Every slap carried the resentment she had accumulated for eight hundred years. Every slap left Ye Xuan's cheeks swollen and his flesh torn, blood dripping down his chin onto the carpet in a shocking display.

But Ye Xuan did not dodge.

He did not even activate his protective spiritual aura.

He was like a wooden puppet, letting her vent, letting her humiliate him.

Finally, Wu Lingxiao grew tired, or perhaps her heart ached.

Panting heavily, she looked at Ye Xuan's bloodied face, her hand freezing in mid-air as tears burst from her eyes.

Ye Xuan slowly turned his head back and spat out a mouthful of bloody froth mixed with broken teeth.

Bearing that severely swollen face, he looked at Wu Lingxiao and suddenly laughed.

"Heh..."

"Are the welfare benefits of the Great Xia Dynasty this good? Giving away a hundred consecutive strikes right at the start?"

This joke, in such a bloody and oppressive atmosphere, seemed so absurd and jarring.

Wu Lingxiao froze.

She never expected that Ye Xuan's first reaction after being beaten like this would be to crack a joke.

However, in the next second, the smile on Ye Xuan's face completely vanished, turning into eternal, unmelting ice.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of playful mockery and sarcasm:

"I gave my primal yang to a maid, and you're angry?"

Ye Xuan suddenly sat up straight. Even though he was in a disadvantaged position, his aura instantly overwhelmed the female emperor:

"Could it be... you gave your first time to me?"

This single sentence was like a basin of ice water, instantly extinguishing all of Wu Lingxiao's fury and making her feel as if she had plunged into an ice cave.

She stiffened, and her previously raised hand dropped weakly.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

After a long time, Wu Lingxiao lowered her head, not daring to meet Ye Xuan's eyes. Her voice was as low as a mosquito's, carrying a feeble defense:

"That was different... At that time... you and I didn't know each other..."

That was an old debt from a thousand years ago, her helpless choice of a political marriage for the sake of the throne.

"What a great 'didn't know each other'."

Ye Xuan sneered, pressing the issue step by step:

"Then, what about after we became Dao companions?"

"What about after you married me into your harem and titled me Consort Xuan?"

Ye Xuan reached out, dipped his fingers in the blood on his own face, and gently smeared it onto Wu Lingxiao's luxurious imperial robe, drawing glaring red streaks:

"Could it be that from then on, you kept yourself pure as jade, belonging only to me?"

Wu Lingxiao trembled all over, her face deathly pale.

She remained silent, so ashamed she wanted to kill herself.

But soon, this shame transformed into extreme humiliation-fueled rage and overbearing dominance.

She was the female emperor! She was the ruler of this world! Why should she be judged here like a criminal?

"I don't care!"

Wu Lingxiao jerked her head up, her eyes burning with a mad fire of lust and possessiveness.

She grabbed Ye Xuan's collar, pinned him to the bed, and roared:

"Consort Xuan! You are my consort!"

"I have not favored you for many years!"

Her trembling hand caressed Ye Xuan's chest, her gaze becoming hazy and fervent:

"I won't take you back... I won't force you anymore..."

"As long as you accompany me for one night tonight! Right here! Satisfy my eight hundred years of lovesickness! How about it?"

"As long as you give yourself to me... I will let bygones be bygones for everything in the past! I will treat you well for the rest of your life!"

It was a plea, and also a command.

Ye Xuan looked at the woman pressing down on him, looking at the desire in her eyes that could almost swallow a person whole.

He suddenly stopped struggling, a mocking sneer surfacing on his lips once again:

"Of course, no problem."

This voice of agreement was simply like heavenly music to Wu Lingxiao.

She was overjoyed, trembling with excitement as tears mixed with her smile flowed down: "Really? Consort Xuan... you... you are finally willing to accept me?"

She could not wait to untie her imperial robe, wanting to unreservedly offer this body she had yearned for over eight hundred years to him.

"Hold on."

Ye Xuan reached out and pressed down on her trembling hand.

Wu Lingxiao paused: "What's wrong?"

Ye Xuan's eyes became exceptionally gentle, just like when they first met, so gentle it made one drown in them.

"For this kind of thing, how could I let Your Majesty do it yourself?"

"Let me help you undress."

Wu Lingxiao's face instantly turned bright red. She nodded shyly, as docile as a kitten. "Alright... I will listen to you, Husband."

Ye Xuan slowly sat up.

His hands did not reach for her sash.

Instead, they gently lifted toward the phoenix coronet atop her head, the symbol of her supreme power.

His slender fingers running through her hair, Ye Xuan gently pulled out the gold hairpin holding her bun in place.

Swish!

Three thousand strands of black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, draping over her bright yellow imperial robes.

At this moment, Wu Lingxiao had shed the majesty of a female emperor, leaving only the soft charm and anticipation of a woman.

Ye Xuan looked at her with her hair let down, his gaze so gentle it could almost drip water.

"You are so beautiful."

This single compliment shattered Wu Lingxiao's final emotional defenses.

She was incredibly thrilled, on the verge of going mad with joy.

Eight hundred years... she had waited for these words for eight hundred years! All her grievances and pain seemed to vanish into thin air at this moment.

"Consort Xuan..." she looked at him, completely infatuated.

Ye Xuan raised the gold hairpin in his hand.

The tip of the hairpin was sharp, gleaming with a cold light.

He toyed with the gold hairpin, his tone full of admiration. "Truly fitting for an empress. Even a casually worn hairpin is a supreme treasure forged from ten-thousand-year profound gold."

Wu Lingxiao thought he was asking for a token of love and hurriedly cried out, "Consort Xuan, if you like it, I shall bestow it upon you!"

The moment the words left her mouth, she realized the word bestow was too distant. She immediately corrected herself, shouting eagerly:

"Husband! Not bestow... I am giving it to you! Whatever you want, I will give to you! I will even give you this empire!"

Looking at her as if she wished she could tear out her heart and lungs for him, Ye Xuan smiled faintly.

He gripped the hairpin tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Your Majesty."

Ye Xuan's voice remained gentle, but in his eyes, the tenderness instantly receded, replaced by a spine-chilling deadliness and disgust.

"You are still the exact same as before."

"A dog cannot stop eating shit!"

The smile on Wu Lingxiao's face instantly froze.

She did not even have time to process the meaning of his words, nor the time to fly into a rage.

The next second.

Ye Xuan's hand violently swung up.

Pfft!

It was the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and blood.

Gripping the gold hairpin, Ye Xuan, without the slightest hesitation or mercy, viciously stabbed it straight through his own neck!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the gold hairpin red and splashing all over Wu Lingxiao's face.

This scene was oh so familiar.

Eight hundred years ago.

Right in that cold palace.

When Wu Lingxiao first wanted to forcefully consummate their relationship, attempting to use her absolute power to force his submission.

Ye Xuan had done exactly this.

Resolute.

Ruthless.

Using suicide to defend his final shred of dignity.

Time seemed to overlap in this moment.

Wu Lingxiao went completely mad.

"No!!"

Her miserable shriek pierced the heavens.

She watched helplessly as Ye Xuan fell backward, the bloody hole in his neck bubbling with blood, yet his eyes still carried a mocking smile.

"Save him! Save him!"

Wu Lingxiao fell into absolute madness. The vast, ocean-like magical power within her body erupted at all costs.

She desperately channeled her spiritual energy, even burning her own lifeblood essence, forcefully sealing Ye Xuan's wound and forcibly pulling him back from the gates of hell.

A moment later.

The bleeding stopped. The wound healed at a visible rate.

Ye Xuan's face was deathly pale as he leaned weakly against the headboard.

He looked at Wu Lingxiao, who was covered in blood, her hair disheveled, and her expression shattered. In his eyes, there was no joy of surviving a disaster, only deep regret.

"Your cultivation base has grown stronger again."

Ye Xuan's voice was hoarse, carrying a trace of lament.

"Back then when I committed suicide, you still had to summon the imperial physicians. Today, you can bring me back to life with a mere flick of your wrist."

Wu Lingxiao held him tremblingly, crying like a helpless child. "Why... why do this... I was wrong... I won't force you anymore..."

Ye Xuan pushed her away and looked at her coldly.

"So what if your cultivation is stronger?"

"If I want to die, you cannot keep me."

This single sentence sent Wu Lingxiao plunging into the abyss.

She knew Ye Xuan was telling the truth. As long as he was determined to die, she might prevent it once, but she could not prevent it ten thousand times.

"I beg you... please don't die... Consort Xuan, I am begging you..." Wu Lingxiao pleaded desperately, humbling herself into the dust.

Ye Xuan looked at her, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel arc.

"Your Majesty, do you still want me to serve you in bed?"

Wu Lingxiao shook her head frantically, her tears flying everywhere. "No... I don't... never again..."

How could she dare? Right now, she only prayed that Ye Xuan would stay alive.

Ye Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

He leaned close to Wu Lingxiao's ear, looking at that breathtakingly beautiful face drenched in tears, and suddenly spoke in a vicious voice that sounded like the whispers of a demon:

"Your Majesty, actually, if you want me to serve you in bed, it is not entirely impossible."

Wu Lingxiao's head snapped up, a glimmer of hope lighting up in her eyes as if she had grasped a lifeline. She was incredibly agitated:

"What do you want me to do? As long as you are willing... I will agree to anything!"

Ye Xuan looked at her expectant eyes, the cold sneer on his lips growing thicker.

"Although my body is weak and I cannot serve you, and I also find you filthy."

"But I can go to the market and buy a few male spirit hounds in heat."

"They are strong and sturdy, and can definitely satisfy Your Majesty's body."

These words were ten thousand times more vicious than a hundred slaps to the face.

This was no longer just humiliation.

This was taking Wu Lingxiao's dignity as a female emperor and as a woman, stomping it into the dirt, and ruthlessly crushing it!

"Ye Xuan!!"

Wu Lingxiao completely broke down. Shame, anger, and despair instantly washed away her reason.

Slap! Slap!

Unable to control herself, she slapped him several times, hitting Ye Xuan so hard that his newly healed wound tore open again.

But after striking him, looking at Ye Xuan's uncaring gaze that even carried a thrill of vindictive pleasure, Wu Lingxiao instantly regretted it.

What was she doing?

She had just nearly forced him to his death, and now she was hitting him?

"I... I was wrong..."

Wu Lingxiao frantically grabbed Ye Xuan's hand. Looking at the blood on the corner of his mouth, her heart ached so much it felt like it would shatter:

"Does it hurt? I didn't mean to... I really didn't mean to..."

"Why did you say such hurtful things... How could you humiliate me like that..."

"I will heal you right away... Don't move, let me heal you..."

She clumsily tried to channel her spiritual energy again.

"No need."

Ye Xuan coldly threw off her hand.

"But..."

"Get the hell out right now!"

Ye Xuan suddenly erupted with a furious roar. In his eyes, a world-destroying, tragic will to die was gathering.

That was the City-Toppling Love technique.

Once activated, it would mean mutual destruction.

Feeling this aura of certain death, Wu Lingxiao was frightened out of her wits.

"I'm leaving! I'm leaving!"

"Please don't commit suicide! Don't use that move!"

"I'll get out right now!"

At this moment, this female emperor who suppressed the world fled like a stray dog in utter panic. She did not dare to linger, terrified that if she was even a second too slow, Ye Xuan would truly die right in front of her.

The room finally fell silent.

All that remained was the blood covering the floor and the messy bed.

A moment later.

The room door was timidly pushed open.

Ying'er, who had been hiding in the distance the entire time, walked in cautiously.

Seeing Ye Xuan covered in blood, her heart ached so much that tears streamed down her face. She threw herself forward, collapsing into his arms.

"Master..."

Wiping the bloodstains from Ye Xuan's face with her sleeve, Ying'er choked out her words.

"Actually... the Empress is also very pitiful."

"She was crying so sadly just now... She obviously loves you so much..."

"Master, why did you say those things... That remark about the spirit hound, it breaks a woman's heart too deeply."

Ye Xuan leaned against the headboard, allowing Ying'er to hold him.

The madness and ferocity on his face slowly faded away, leaving behind a bottomless emptiness and exhaustion.

"Because..."

Ye Xuan stared into the void and let out a cold laugh.

"Because I, your master, am a man of profound passion and absolute devotion."

Ying'er nodded, half-understanding. "That is only natural. Master treats Ying'er the best and values feelings the most."

Ye Xuan lowered his head, looking at the innocent Ying'er in his arms.

His fingers gently traced across her cheek. His gaze was as deep as an abyss, and his voice was as light as a breeze.

"It is precisely because I am a man of profound passion that I know... how to hurt someone the deepest!"

Only someone who understands love the best knows exactly where to plunge the knife so it hurts the most.

Only someone who has loved deeply knows what the other person cares about above all else.

This so-called profound passion, when flipped over, becomes the most ultimate form of cruelty!

Ye Xuan's fingers paused slightly. Looking into Ying'er's clear eyes, he spoke with profound meaning.

"Ying'er."

"I hope... that day never comes for you."

Although Ying'er did not understand what "that day" referred to, she felt the chilling coldness in Ye Xuan's tone. She hurriedly hugged him tighter and shouted her solemn vow.

"It won't!"

"Ying'er will never betray Master! Never!!"

Ye Xuan said nothing.

However, the smile on his lips grew increasingly cold.

Never?

In this world, there is no such thing as forever.