Then Who Will Compensate for My Regrets

"Stop right there!"

Xia Lengyue could no longer hold back. Her furious shout echoed, making the entire cave buzz and tremble.

The Chiyang Sect disciple's eyes rolled back into his head, and he instantly fainted from the sheer force of her voice.

Sitting up from the bed, Xia Lengyue dropped her facade of weakness.

Her gaze was as cold and sharp as a blade. Staring fixedly at Ye Xuan's back, she asked, enunciating every word:

"Ye Xuan, are you really that unwilling to unite with me?"

With his back to her, a cold, mocking smirk curled the corners of Ye Xuan's mouth. However, by the time he turned around, his face was plastered with a humble and bitter smile.

He lowered his head, wringing his hands together in apparent uneasiness.

"Senior Sister... it is not that I am unwilling, but rather... I am unworthy."

"Unworthy?"

Xia Lengyue sneered, pointing at the unconscious Chiyang Sect disciple on the ground. "And I am worthy of this kind of trash? Or are you saying that, in your eyes, any random man is better than you?"

Ye Xuan let out a dry laugh, his eyes darting away. "Senior Sister, you cannot put it like that. Although this person is also unworthy, he is an outsider after all... Once you are done using him, you can just silence him permanently. Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know. I will never breathe a word of this to anyone, so it will not affect your pristine reputation."

"But I... I am your Junior Brother. If you think back on this in the future and feel disgusted..."

"Enough!"

Xia Lengyue could not bear to listen anymore.

Every single word Ye Xuan spoke felt like it was dancing on her last nerve.

What did he mean by done using him and silence him?

What did he mean by feel disgusted?

In your heart, am I, Xia Lengyue, really such a fickle and loose woman?

Bang!

With a casual wave of her hand, Xia Lengyue sent a terrifying streak of spiritual energy sweeping out.

The unlucky Chiyang Sect disciple on the ground did not even have the chance to grunt before he was instantly reduced to a mist of blood, leaving not a single bone behind.

Ye Xuan's eyelids twitched.

Sure enough, this woman killed without batting an eye.

Having killed the man, Xia Lengyue took a deep breath, seemingly calming down a bit.

She slowly stepped down from the cold jade bed. Barefoot on the freezing ground, she walked toward Ye Xuan step by step.

"There is no need, Junior Brother."

Her voice had returned to its usual calmness, but beneath that calm surged a much more dangerous undercurrent. "Since you are unwilling to help me find someone, then this poison... I shall just suppress it with my own cultivation."

Hearing this, Ye Xuan immediately put on a relieved expression. He let out a long sigh and even wiped his forehead with exaggerated earnestness. "That is great. I knew Senior Sister's martial prowess was unparalleled. A mere aphrodisiac could never defeat you! You go ahead and circulate your energy, Senior Sister. I will go to the cave entrance and stand guard for you..."

"Hold on."

As Xia Lengyue passed by him, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Her hand seemingly unintentionally gave Ye Xuan's shoulder a light pat.

"Junior Brother has been running around dealing with my matters. You have worked hard."

"Not hard at all, it is what I should do," Ye Xuan replied with an apologetic smile.

A profound, cold smile curved Xia Lengyue's lips. Her smile carried three parts mockery and seven parts madness.

"Now, let us see what you will do."

She whispered softly, then turned around and returned to the cold jade bed, sitting cross-legged and closing her eyes to rest.

Ye Xuan froze.

What did she mean?

Before he could even react, a sudden, scorching heat violently flared up from his lower abdomen!

This wave of heat came with extreme ferocity, instantly sweeping through his limbs and bones.

"This... this is..."

Ye Xuan's expression changed drastically.

His breathing instantly grew heavy, his heart pounded violently, and the blood in his entire body began to boil, rushing toward a certain indescribable area.

The originally dim cave before his eyes suddenly became a kaleidoscope of colors.

And Xia Lengyue, who had previously seemed like a venomous snake or a fierce beast in his eyes, now appeared incredibly alluring.

Her fair neck, her rising and falling chest, her hair that exuded a faint fragrance... Every single detail was being infinitely magnified, frantically stimulating his most primal instincts.

He had been poisoned!

When?

Was it when she patted my shoulder just now? And what is with this fragrance?

Ye Xuan was filled with absolute terror.

This was no ordinary aphrodisiac!

It was a dual assault on both the soul and the flesh, incredibly overbearing. Even someone with the firmest willpower would likely find it impossible to resist this craving that stemmed from the very origin of life!

"Ngh..."

Ye Xuan could not help but let out a muffled groan. His legs gave way, and he fell to one knee on the ground.

His entire body was burning hot, his skin flushed red, and sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.

Not far away.

Xia Lengyue, who had been resting with her eyes closed, slowly opened them.

She looked at the tormented Ye Xuan, her eyes flashing with the gleam of a hunter gazing at prey caught in a trap.

"Junior Brother, what is wrong?"

She asked despite knowing the answer, her voice as soft as a feather brushing against the heart. "Why is your face so red? Could it be... you have also been poisoned?"

She slowly stood up and took light, graceful steps until she stood before Ye Xuan, looking down at him from above.

"So hot... so uncomfortable..."

Ye Xuan gritted his teeth, his nails digging deeply into his palms as he tried to use the pain to stay awake and rational.

But his bloodshot eyes could not stop themselves from glancing toward Xia Lengyue.

His instincts were screaming at him: Pounce on her! Tear her clothes to shreds! Claim her!

As long as he possessed her, all of this agony would transform into ultimate bliss!

Xia Lengyue crouched down, extending her slender fingers to gently lift Ye Xuan's chin.

"Do you want it?"

Her breath smelled like orchids, utterly enchanting. "Junior Brother, I know you want it."

"There is no one else here."

"I am willing."

"As long as you nod your head, your Senior Sister... is yours."

As she spoke, she took the initiative to grab Ye Xuan's burning hand and pressed it against her own soft chest.

Boom!

Ye Xuan's defensive line of reason was on the verge of total collapse in that instant.

His hand was trembling; his body was yearning.

The woman before him was the sect's number one beauty, the goddess countless men dreamed of.

At this moment, she was right in his palm, yielding to his every demand.

As long as he gave in, not only would the poison be cured, but he would also gain the protection of a peerless expert, perhaps even skyrocketing to success.

Who could possibly resist such temptation?

However.

Just at the exact moment Ye Xuan was about to lose control and surrender to his instincts to pounce on her.

Deep within his mind, like a sudden clap of thunder, countless fragmented images flashed by.

Those were... memories of his past life.

They were also the most unhealable scars deep within his soul.

It was a certain night.

Red candles burned brightly, filling the hall with festive joy.

Ye Xuan had thought he had finally moved his wife, and that she could finally return to their family.

He wore a red wedding robe, waiting for his wife's return.

But at that moment, the Dao Child Bai Yujing arrived.

This man, dressed in spotless white clothes, sat lazily in the main seat that originally belonged to Ye Xuan. He toyed with a cup of wine in his hand, his gaze as indifferent as if he were looking at an ant.

And he, Ye Xuan, was like a dog with a broken spine, sprawled on the ground.

His four limbs had been broken, and fresh blood dyed his wedding robe red. He was struggling painfully to crawl toward the woman wearing the phoenix coronet and bridal cape.

"Lengyue... I am your... husband..."

He reached out a bloodstained hand, wanting to grab the hem of his wife's skirt, seeking even the slightest trace of comfort.

However.

Xia Lengyue did not even spare him a single glance.

Like a boneless cat, she was leaning softly into Bai Yujing's embrace.

The goddess who was usually as cold as frost to him, not even letting him touch her hand, now had a face like peach blossoms and eyes like silk as she kissed Bai Yujing on the lips.

"Lord Dao Child, is it sweet?"

Her voice was so sweet it was cloying, a coquettishness Ye Xuan had never heard before.

Bai Yujing retracted his arm and casually glanced at Ye Xuan squirming on the ground, a playful smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"It is sweet. But... your husband is still watching down there. Is it really appropriate for us to be together like this...?"

Hearing this, Xia Lengyue paused her movements.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Ye Xuan on the ground.

In an instant, the tender affection on her face vanished, replaced by deep disgust and contempt.

"Husband?"

Xia Lengyue sneered, her voice sharp and piercing. "Lord Dao Child must be joking. Does this kind of trash deserve to be my husband?"

"Ye Xuan, you should take a good look at yourself in the mirror."

As she spoke, she stretched out her foot, clad in an embroidered red shoe, and viciously stomped on Ye Xuan's outstretched hand.

Crack!

The sound of finger bones shattering was clearly audible.

"Ah!"

Ye Xuan screamed miserably.

Xia Lengyue, however, acted as if she had heard a pleasant melody. She giggled, grinding her toes hard against the back of his mangled hand.

"If it weren't for using you as cauldron material for Lord Dao Child, did you think... I would even spare a second glance at a toad like you?"

"Do you know how disgusted I felt every time I had to pretend to be deeply in love with this trash?"

She turned around and threw herself back into Bai Yujing's embrace, wrapping her arms around the man's neck and planting a hard kiss on his cheek with a loud smack.

Then, nestling against Bai Yujing's chest, she pointed at Ye Xuan on the ground, as if showing off a trophy, or mocking a clown.

"Lord Dao Child, look at him. Doesn't he look like a dog?"

"A stupid dog wagging its tail begging for pity, actually thinking its master would love it."

Bai Yujing laughed heartily, reaching out to wrap his arm around Xia Lengyue's slender waist, his large hand roaming brazenly. "He really does look like a dog. Since he's a dog, don't let him bark and ruin our mood."

"Understood, Lord Dao Child."

Xia Lengyue laughed coquettishly, a cruel light flashing in her eyes.

She sat up straight from Bai Yujing's embrace and looked down condescendingly at Ye Xuan, a cruel arc forming on her lips.

"Ye Xuan, open your dog eyes and watch closely."

"This is what a real man is, and this is the man I, Xia Lengyue, truly love."

"As for you..."

"You're not even fit to carry Lord Dao Child's shoes!"

"Ah!"

Ye Xuan suddenly let out a mournful, agonizing roar.

He violently jerked his hand back as if he had touched a red-hot branding iron, his entire body springing backward and crashing heavily against the rock wall.

"Junior Brother?" Xia Lengyue was startled by his sudden reaction.

Ye Xuan was huddled in the corner, his entire body trembling violently.

But the haze and lust in his eyes were, in that very instant, replaced by a terrifying, almost tangible resentment and fear!

His physical desires were still burning, but his extreme psychological rejection and disgust forcefully suppressed his instincts!

"No... absolutely not..."

Ye Xuan gasped heavily, his teeth grinding together so hard they creaked, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Xia Lengyue as if she were not a peerless beauty, but an evil ghost wearing human skin!

If he were to sleep with her...

What would all that suffering amount to?

What would happen to his trampled dignity?

"I, Ye Xuan... even if I die... will never..."

He roared madly in his heart.

The next second.

Ye Xuan abruptly sat cross-legged, his hands forming a bizarre hand seal.

"Five Elements Reversal!"

"Chaos Suppression!"

He actually began to frantically circulate the Five Elements Chaos Sutra within his body, attempting to use the overbearing chaos spiritual energy to forcefully wash away and obliterate the aphrodisiac poison that had seeped into his very bones!

This was an extremely dangerous approach.

With the slightest misstep, his spiritual energy would spiral out of control, and he would truly explode and die.

"What are you doing?!"

Xia Lengyue saw through his intentions, and her expression changed instantly. "Are you crazy? The poison has already entered your heart meridians. If you force your cultivation, you'll die!"

She was anxious.

She wanted to sleep with him, not kill him!

"Junior Brother! Stop!" Xia Lengyue lunged forward, wanting to interrupt him. "I can help you! Give your body to me, and you won't have to suffer! Your Senior Sister won't let you down!"

There was a hint of a sob in her voice; she was truly panicking.

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