Raging Revenge

Bai Qiangu released Ye Xuan and turned to face the gathering of the Ye family.

Her gaze swept over each person.

Ye Xuan’s parents, their faces filled with terror.

Ye Xuan’s younger sister, cowering behind her mother in fear.

The Ye clan members—some trying to flee, others preparing to fight.

And the guests—some had collapsed to the ground, while others desperately scrambled to escape.

Bai Qiangu observed it all, with no mercy in her eyes.

“You all deserve to die.”

She spoke softly.

“It was you who made Little Xuan forget me.”

“It was you who forced him to marry another woman.”

“It was you who stole the happiness that should have been mine.”

“So…”

She raised her hand.

“Kill.”

She uttered the word coldly.

The demon cultivators behind her surged forward.

These who had followed Bai Qiangu for years were long accustomed to slaughter. They descended like wolves upon a flock of sheep, beginning a mad massacre.

Screams rose and fell in waves.

Blood splattered in all directions.

Ye Xuan’s parents, his younger sister, his relatives…

On what was supposed to be a day of celebration, all became lifeless corpses.

Ye Xuan’s father tried to resist, but his cultivation was like an ant before these demon cultivators. His head was severed by a single sword strike, blood spurting out and staining Ye Xuan’s mother.

Ye Xuan’s mother screamed, trying to reach her husband’s body, but the next moment, her own body was pierced through.

Ye Xuan’s younger sister, only fifteen years old, trembled in terror. She wanted to run, but her legs had gone too weak to stand. A demon cultivator walked up to her, flashed a cruel smile, and then…

Blood soaked the wedding banners, soaking every inch of the Ye estate.

The once-cheerful red decorations were now covered in gore.

Red lanterns dripped with blood.

Red couplets were smeared with blood.

Red carpets were drenched in blood.

The entire Ye residence had become a bloody hell.

Ye Xuan was pinned to the ground by two demon cultivators, forced to watch his loved ones fall one by one.

He tried to struggle, but he couldn’t.

He tried to scream, but no sound came out.

His throat had gone hoarse, and his tears had run dry.

He could only kneel there, watching it all unfold.

His world shattered completely in that moment.

Bai Qiangu stood aside, watching silently.

Her face was expressionless.

As if what was happening before her was not a massacre, but an irrelevant performance.

Yet in her eyes, there flickered a sick satisfaction.

When the last scream faded, leaving only the viscous sound of blood flowing.

Bai Qiangu dragged her long, bloodstained wedding dress as she walked slowly toward Ye Xuan.

She looked down at this man, covered in gore, his eyes utterly hollow—and the ferocity in her eyes miraculously dissipated, replaced by a tenderness so thick it was terrifying.

She slowly crouched down, reaching out her slender, pale fingers. Gently, painstakingly, she wiped the blood and dirt from Ye Xuan’s face.

Her movements were so soft, her voice so sweet:

“Little Xuan, don’t be afraid, don’t cry.”

She pressed her cheek lightly against his ear, deeply inhaling the scent of blood mingled with his body, and let out a satisfied sigh:

“See? All those who tried to take you away from me, those filthy things that stood between us—they’re all gone now.”

“From now on, there’s only the two of us in this world.”

“Come, my little husband… Sister will take you home.”

The Boundless Demon Sect was one of the most dreaded places in the cultivation world.

And Ye Xuan was imprisoned in Qiwu Hall, the chamber nearest to the Demon Empress’s own bedchamber.

He wasn’t a prisoner—at least, not in terms of treatment.

The hall was paved with top-tier spirit stones, and curtains were woven from mermaid silk. The water he drank was ten-thousand-year spirit spring, and every day, a golden-core cultivator—a supreme being in the outside world—knelt before his bed, holding a copper basin to attend to him.

But it was still a tightly sealed golden cage.

“Get out! All of you, get out!”

“Crash!”

A jade bowl holding an immortal mushroom soup was hurled against the doorframe, the shards cutting the face of the golden-core maid. But she didn’t dare make a sound, only trembling as she prostrated on the ground.

Ye Xuan was shackled to the bed by several dark golden chains, his hair disheveled, his eyes bloodshot as if possessed by a vengeful spirit.

In just half a month, he had starved himself, slit his wrists, and even tried to bite off his tongue. But every time he moved, the golden-core maids would throw themselves at him, using their own spiritual power to keep his weak mortal body alive.

“Bai Qiangu! You murderous witch! You will burn in hell!”

Ye Xuan’s voice was hoarse as he raged toward the hall outside, each word dripping with blood and tears: “One day… one day, I’ll tear you apart, avenge my parents and Xin’er!”

“Xin’er?”

The hall door opened without a breeze.

Bai Qiangu stepped in, wearing a luxurious black-and-red embroidered robe, her bare snow-white feet treading over the broken porcelain. The moment the sharp shards touched her jade-like feet, they turned to dust.

At the sound of that name, the gentle smile on Bai Qiangu’s face vanished instantly. Her eyes churned with a suffocating wrath.

She seized Ye Xuan by the throat, slamming him hard against the bed, her nails nearly puncturing the vulnerable arteries of his neck.

“What is so good about that mortal wench?!”

Bai Qiangu’s voice turned sharp with overwhelming jealousy, her eyes locked on Ye Xuan’s bloodshot gaze as she panted manically.

“Does she know how to serve you? Can she give you boundless power? With her mere decades of life, how can she accompany you for eternity?!”

“She… is a thousand times purer than you…” Ye Xuan forced out the words.

“Purer?”

Bai Qiangu suddenly released him, letting out a hysterical laugh that brought tears falling onto Ye Xuan’s face.

“Yes, you hate that I’m dirty, that my hands are drenched in blood. But you are an ordinary with no spiritual root, Little Xuan. Without me, you would be nothing but dirt in a hundred years!”

With a wave of her hand, the side hall was flooded with dazzling treasure light.

It was half the sect’s wealth: True Dragon Blood radiating bone-crushing pressure, marrow-cleansing pills flowing with rainbow light, and even the demon clan’s sacred Nine Nether Phoenix Marrow.

Any single item could stir up a storm in the outside world.

“You want to die? I won’t let you.”

Bai Qiangu crushed a priceless marrow-cleansing pill, mixed it with scalding dragon blood, and forcibly pried open Ye Xuan’s jaw, pouring it down his throat.

“Ptui! Cough, cough!”

Ye Xuan struggled violently, spitting the mixture of blood and the potion onto Bai Qiangu’s pristine face.

“I won’t take your madwoman’s poison! Let me die!”

Bai Qiangu didn’t get angry.

Instead, she extended her tongue, seductively licking the blood from her lips. Her eyes grew even more fervent and obsessed.

“Won’t take it? Don’t worry, Sister will feed you.”

She tipped her head back, swallowing the remaining dragon blood and pill into her own mouth. Then, in a shuddering wave of seductive scent, she bent down and fiercely kissed Ye Xuan’s lips.

It was less a kiss than a bite.

The scent of blood spread between their lips and teeth. Bai Qiangu used brute force to pry open his teeth, forcibly channeling the violent medicinal power, along with her own pure primordial demonic energy, into Ye Xuan's body.

"Mmph!"

Ye Xuan's eyes instantly flew wide open, his pupils contracting violently.

Pain.

Indescribable, unbearable pain.

The frenzied dragon blood and the medicinal potency of the Marrow-Cleansing Pill cut through his mortal meridians like countless bone-carving daggers.

Every inch of his skin seeped blood. Every bone in his body was being forcibly shattered, ground down, and then re-fused!

"Ah—!"

Ye Xuan thrashed wildly on the bed, the chains clanging sharply as he writhed. His fingers clawed deep, bone-deep furrows into the pure gold bedpost, his screams like those of a tortured demon in the abyss.

And Bai Qiangu simply sat quietly by the bedside.

She watched Ye Xuan struggle in a pool of blood, her eyes revealing a twisted, spine-chilling blend of satisfaction and tenderness.

She even leaned down, tightly embracing the blood-soaked man trembling in agony, gently stroking his back.

"Does it hurt, Little Xuan? If it hurts, that's good."

"Every drop of sweat you shed, every bone you break, reminds you... that I gave you a new life."

"From now on, every drop of blood in your body carries my scent. Your immortal bones were forged atop my primordial demonic energy."

She whispered in his ear, her voice seductive and honeyed, but every word cut like a knife.

"Your life is mine. Your cultivation is mine. Even this useless flesh and blood of yours... is mine. How can you die? What right do you have to die?"

In the depths of his agony, Ye Xuan clenched his teeth, his lower lip torn and bleeding.

His hatred-filled gaze pierced through the blur of sweat and blood, fixed on the ceiling above.

I can't die.

If I die like this, who will avenge Xin'er? Who will repay the blood debt of the Ye family's dozens of lives?

The excruciating pain lasted an entire day and night.

When the medicinal power was fully absorbed, Ye Xuan's once-ordinary body began to emit a faint, jade-like demonic glow. Reborn and reforged, he had finally crossed the threshold of immortal cultivation.

The chamber fell into a deathly silence, broken only by ragged breaths.

Bai Qiangu produced another crystal-crystal Tendon-Transforming Pill and brought it to Ye Xuan's bloodstained lips.

She expected fierce resistance once again.

But this time, there was no struggle.

Like a dying fish, Ye Xuan lay in the pool of blood. Slowly, he turned his head. His eyes—once blazing with fury—were now eerily calm.

No hysteria. No cursing.

Only a bone-chilling void.

He opened his mouth, and to Bai Qiangu's stunned surprise, he took the pill himself and swallowed it.

"That's right..."

Bai Qiangu froze for a moment, then burst into ecstatic joy.

She pulled Ye Xuan close, hugging his neck tightly, laughing and crying like a child who had finally gotten candy. "Little Xuan is so good... Sister knew that Little Xuan would see reason in the end."

Ye Xuan let her embrace him, woodenly enduring the woman's fervent kisses covering his face.

His hand, hidden beneath the wide sleeve of his robe, was clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Yes, he had seen reason.

Since this body had been forcibly filled with demonic energy and spiritual medicines, he would use this very body she had crafted to climb, step by step, to the peak.

He would wear his obedience as a mask. He would turn this humiliation into fuel.

Beneath this madwoman's embrace—he would bide his time.