Yet when she looked at Ye Xuan with hope filling her gaze, what she met was a pair of deep, unfathomable eyes brimming with mockery.
Not only was there no trace of nostalgia in Ye Xuan’s expression, but it instead revealed a contempt even deeper than when he had spoken of the Female Emperor.
Toying with the wine flask in his hand, his gaze drifting thoughtfully over the dancing flames, Ye Xuan slowly let out a sentence that plunged Wu Lingfeng into an abyss of ice:
“That woman... is even more pitiful and despicable than Wu Lingxiao.”
Wu Lingfeng’s mind went blank. Her body swayed violently, and she nearly stumbled headfirst into the pile of rubble before her.
Des-picable?
Why? We lived and died together.
I gave you everything...
Why, when you speak of me, am I worse than my Imperial Sister?
Even Ying’er was stunned, her small mouth gaping wide: "Huh? Why? I heard that Wu Lingfeng is still a virgin, completely devoted to you, and has never had another man!"
“True.”
Ye Xuan slowly turned his head to look at Wu Nianxuan, whose face was as white as paper and whose body trembled like a sieve.
His eyes held a vicious, compassionate look, as if he had seen through everything:
“She is indeed pure, never been with another man, and she has spent twenty years orbiting around me.”
“But...”
A devilish smile curled at the corner of Ye Xuan’s mouth: “The person she truly loves is not me.”
He paused, then delivered the truth word by word:
“She loves her older sister, Empress Wu Lingxiao!”
“What?” Ying’er jumped in shock, her worldview shattered: “But... they’re blood sisters! How is that possible?”
“This world is full of sick and twisted women, and Wu Lingfeng is one of them.”
Ye Xuan’s voice was steady, without a single fluctuation, yet every word stabbed like a knife: “Wu Lingfeng grew up in her sister’s shadow. Wu Lingxiao was the blazing sun high above, while she was nothing but ditch mud. Her feelings for Wu Lingxiao long ago twisted into extreme obsession, jealousy, and a morbid possessiveness.”
Ye Xuan pointed to his own heart, his smile growing crueler:
“And because I am the man Wu Lingxiao cares about most in this life, I naturally became the ultimate trophy in her eyes.”
“She saved me, coaxed me, even fought Wu Lingxiao to the death for me... Do you think it was because she loves me?”
“No.”
Ye Xuan leaned slightly forward, his piercing gaze pinning Wu Lingfeng in place:
“She just wanted to satisfy her petty sense of victory by taking away her sister’s most treasured possession. She was simply reveling in the twisted pleasure of ‘what Wu Lingxiao can’t have, I hold in my arms’!”
“No... that’s not it...”
Wu Lingfeng felt her blood freeze and run backward. She opened her mouth, a ragged wheeze issuing from her throat like a broken bellows, desperately wanting to defend herself, to scream!
No! I truly love you!
I only hate her, there’s no secret affection at all!!
But she couldn’t utter a single word, because Ye Xuan’s gaze was too certain.
He savored her soul-shattered, wretched demeanor, finding immense satisfaction in his revenge.
He sat back down, his tone as light as if discussing the night’s scenery:
“So, you see how pitiful I, Ye Xuan, am. Merely a plaything for those two sisters to satisfy their selfish desires and schemes. One treated me like a caged songbird, the other like a war trophy.”
“Wu Nianxuan, tell me...”
Through the firelight, Ye Xuan smiled ambiguously at the staggering Wu Lingfeng:
“A woman like this, who hides behind a veil of devotion to fulfill her own twisted cravings—isn’t she a hundred times more disgusting than the Empress, who acted with open force?”
“Pfft!”
This light sentence was the final straw.
The violent backlash of the Dragon Transformation Art, compounded by the explosive fury in her heart, was too much for Wu Lingfeng to bear. She threw back her head and spewed a mouthful of black, foul blood.
A mist of blood filled the air. Her vision went dark, and she collapsed like a dead log into the icy mud, utterly unconscious.
“Ah! He spit blood and fell!” Ying’er shrieked, hiding behind Ye Xuan.
Without even a furrow of his brow, Ye Xuan calmly tore off a golden-brown roasted rabbit leg and said nonchalantly:
“Never mind. Probably the royal family member heard some dirty family secrets and had a flare-up of shame.”
The next day, the three pressed on.
Wu Lingfeng followed behind the other two, clearly burdened by heavy thoughts.
Just then, a pack of reckless Blood-Demon Wolves, sensing the scent of humans, silently encircled them from all directions.
These wolves were no ordinary beasts; each was steeped in killing intent. The wolf king leading them had the cultivation of the early Divine Transformation stage, its blood-red eyes blazing in the darkness. Drool dripping from its fangs sizzled as it corroded the ground.
"Ah! Husband!"
Ying’er, shallow in her cultivation, paled as the overwhelming killing aura pressed down. She fumbled to draw her sword, but could barely grip the hilt.
Ye Xuan didn’t even lift an eyelid.
He merely stood still, as if the howling wind and bloodlust were insignificant dust, not even shifting his gaze from Ying’er’s arm.
At that very moment, as the Divine Transformation wolf king leapt into the air, its claws whistling toward Ye Xuan’s throat...
A terrifying pressure erupted from behind.
It wasn't spiritual energy or sword intent, but an overwhelming divine sense.
The wolf king in midair didn’t even have time to let out a scream...
Boom.
A mist of blood.
A crimson mist of blood.
Then, within a radius of ten miles, every single demon wolf—from the Divine Transformation alpha to the lowest cub—burst apart at the same moment, as if crushed by an invisible hand. Blood poured down like a torrential rain, staining the entire Ghost Howling Ridge red.
Yet the rain of blood seemed to hit an unseen barrier, stopping precisely three inches from Ye Xuan’s group, not a drop touching them.
The world fell into absolute silence.
Ying’er was completely stunned.
She stiffly turned her head and looked at Wu Nianxuan—that pale, beardless man with a Yin-like, downcast look. Her chin trembled:
“With this kind of strength...”
Her voice broke into sobs. Both hands clung tightly to Ye Xuan’s sleeve, her knuckles white: “Hus... Husband, who exactly is he... Is this still that fallen royal being hunted by the Female Emperor?”
Wu Lingfeng had now regained her senses.
She closed her eyes tightly, her face ashen.
She had finally acted without restraint after all.
This was a response carved into the deepest marrow of her bones, uncontrollable. The moment Ye Xuan was in danger, the power within her would erupt without any regard for disguise or reason.
Damn it.
She was exposed.
Her aura suddenly became chaotic. The backlash of the Dragon Transformation Art surged like crashing waves. She stifled a groan, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. The world-crushing pressure then dissipated like ebbing tide.
Terrified, she lifted her eyes to meet Ye Xuan’s gaze.
Ye Xuan was staring at her, his eyes calm.
"You’re fast on your feet."
Ye Xuan spoke lightly, his tone flat.
He turned around and patted Ying’er, who was still trembling, his voice softening with a trace of warmth. "Don’t be afraid."
"But Husband, he, he, he…" Ying’er pointed at Wu Lingfeng, her fingers shaking. "His strength far surpasses ours. If he harbors ill intentions…"
"Mm." Ye Xuan responded, his expression unchanging.
"But… but…"
"Rest assured." Ye Xuan spoke slowly, leisurely. "His murderous intent and resentment are not aimed at you, nor at me."
He tilted his head, his gaze falling back onto Wu Lingfeng, a meaningful arc curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Am I right, Brother Wu?"
"That overwhelming killing intent just now… was it meant for a certain sovereign in your imperial court?"
Wu Lingfeng’s heart clenched sharply.
She took a deep breath, lowered her head, and her voice grew hoarser from her disordered breathing. "…Benefactor is correct. I have a unique cultivation technique, and I lost control in the heat of the moment, startling Madam. My apologies."
Ye Xuan said no more, turned, and continued forward.
Ying’er timidly followed, clinging tightly to Ye Xuan’s arm, no longer daring to casually order Wu Nianxuan to fetch water or start a fire for the rest of the journey.
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
