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.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
