Ying'er Released from Perpetual Conscription

Wu Lingxiao trembled with fury, her noble, icy imperial face twisting into something almost grotesque.

She clutched the pitch-black iron whip so tightly it creaked, its barbs glinting with a cold, bloody light, the tip still stained with shreds of flesh torn from Ye Xuan moments ago.

“Ye Xuan! You damned fiend! I will make you understand what true agony means today!”

Before her words faded, she raised her arm, mystical energy flooding into the whip like raging waves. The whip’s shadow turned into a streak of black light, whistling through the air as it lashed down with savage force!

Crack!

The whip struck Ye Xuan square across the back, splitting skin and sending flesh flying.

Pain surged over him like a tidal wave, and a low, hoarse cry escaped his throat—raw, yet laced with a barely suppressed tremor.

He was thrown forward by the blow, a deep gash now visible on his back, so severe that bone shone through. Blood poured out in streams, staining the icy iron floor of the Demon-Suppressing Hall crimson.

Ying’er, trapped nearby by a golden binding light, watched her husband endure this torture, and her heart twisted as if pierced by knives.

Tears burst from her eyes as she struggled and screamed: “Husband! No! Wu Lingxiao, you vicious woman—release him! If you have the guts, come for me instead!”

But Wu Lingxiao paid her no heed. Panting heavily, her eyes burned with blazing hatred and a warped sense of satisfaction.

She turned to glance at Ying’er, and a hideous sneer crept across her face.

“Heh, little girl, don’t rush. I’m not just going to torment him—I’m going to find you a hundred men and make you, this little slut, utterly fall from grace!”

“Then I’ll have you ravaged over and over by those filthy servants right in front of Ye Xuan, and I’ll make him watch his woman become a common whore for anyone to use! Hahahaha!”

At those words, Ying’er’s face turned deathly pale.

Her frail body shook violently, her eyes filled with terror and despair, yet she still bit her lip and refused to beg. She only fixed her gaze on Ye Xuan, her voice trembling with tears but resolute: “Husband… Ying’er is not afraid… as long as you’re safe, I’ll endure anything…”

Ye Xuan lay sprawled on the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

But instead of fury, he slowly lifted his head. His ashen white eyes, lit by the blood-red curse lamps, revealed a rare trace of gentleness.

He looked at Wu Lingxiao, and spoke in a low, soft voice, as if soothing a child throwing a tantrum:

“Enough. Stop making a scene.”

Wu Lingxiao froze as if struck by lightning, her movements grinding to a halt.

Her eyes widened, locked onto Ye Xuan. The sneer on her face instantly solidified, replaced by incredulous rage and humiliation.

“You… what did you say?! You think I’m fooling around?”

She quaked with anger, her chest heaving so violently that the golden imperial robe’s fabric seemed ready to split at the seams.

Ye Xuan struggled to prop himself up, wiping the blood from his lips. A playful smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

His tone remained as gentle as a spring breeze, yet carried a bone-chilling certainty:

“You did lift the [Eternal Conquest Charm], true. But now… you’ve fallen under the [Eternal Conquest Charm] yourself. Did you not realize?”

Wu Lingxiao’s expression shifted violently, her pupils contracting sharply.

She took a half step back, her long whip nearly slipping from her grip, her voice tinged with shock and uncertainty: "Nonsense! I know this well, which is why my body uses the power of time to rewind itself at set intervals—so I can avoid falling in love with you, you devil! The Time Dao Body naturally suppresses all laws. Do you think a mere 'Single Mark, Eternal Seal' can lock me down forever?"

Ye Xuan shook his head, his smile growing ever more composed.

He slowly straightened up. Though drenched in blood, he still stood like a demon god risen from the underworld, his presence undiminished—if anything, even stronger.

" 'Single Mark, Eternal Seal' consumes no mana. As long as I stand here, it is already in effect. Your time power is not infinite, but I am."

"Time power can indeed temporarily lift the seal, but it cannot stop its penetration. Wu Lingxiao, from the moment you laid eyes on me, the 'Single Mark, Eternal Seal' has been silently changing you. And now, your feelings for me are growing deeper and deeper..."

Wu Lingxiao's face went pale as if struck by a thunderbolt.

Her chest heaved violently, a flicker of panic flashing in her eyes before being swallowed by fury.

She pointed at Ye Xuan and cursed loudly, her voice so shrill it nearly pierced the dome of the Demon-Suppressing Hall:

"Devil! You absolute devil! Using such a despicable law to deceive women, making them fall for you, helpless and obsessed!"

"Do you think this is how you conquer the world? You only dare to strut before me because of that cursed trick! Without it, you're nothing!"

The more she cursed, the more a complicated emotion surfaced in her eyes.

Wu Lingxiao took a deep breath, then turned her gaze to the bound Ying'er. A cold laugh escaped her lips, her eyes blazing with murderous intent:

"Heaven granted me the Time Dao Body precisely to correct this mistake! I will now release this little girl from the 'Single Mark, Eternal Seal' and let her see your true face!"

Ye Xuan heard this, yet showed no sign of panic.

He even smiled slightly, his voice calm as still water: "Very well. I was thinking the same thing."

Wu Lingxiao sneered relentlessly, her eyes full of contempt: "Putting on airs! The only reason you dominate the world is the 'Single Mark, Eternal Seal.' Without it, you're nothing! Today, I'll make you watch as your law crumbles to dust before my eyes!"

Without another word, she formed hand seals, her ten fingers like hooks, and cried out in a low voice: "Time Reversal: Release!"

A wave of profound time-law energy erupted, surging outward as an invisible ripple toward Ying'er.

It was the purest reversal force of the Time Dao Body—the power to reduce any outcome to zero.

A faint golden light bloomed around Ying'er as the mark of the 'Single Mark, Eternal Seal' was forcibly peeled away. Her delicate frame trembled slightly, but she quickly recovered her composure.

Wu Lingxiao's face twisted into a triumphant sneer: "Done! Little girl, now you should be clear-headed, right? Ye Xuan only controlled you with his law. What you call love for him is nothing but a lie!"

Yet Ying'er showed no reaction at all. She only looked at Wu Lingxiao anxiously, tears streaming down her face as she begged: "Please... let my husband go! No matter what you say, Ying'er only knows that my husband is her one and only support in this life..."

Wu Lingxiao froze. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Ying'er: "How is this possible?! After the release, you... you still feel this way?"

Ye Xuan threw back his head and roared with laughter, the sound echoing through the Demon-Sealing Hall, brimming with boundless arrogance and elation.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, faint crimson markings flickering deep within his gray-white pupils:

"Hahaha! The power of the Eternal Vow is to lock love at its highest point, never to fade."

"That doesn’t mean that once it’s lifted, the love disappears. Ying'er genuinely loves me—so even after I removed the Eternal Vow from her, she still loves me! Her feelings for me were never forced by some law, but came straight from the heart!"

Ying'er nodded frantically, her voice choked with sobs yet utterly resolute: "Yes... my husband, Ying'er doesn’t care about laws or no laws... Ying'er only knows that if my husband is good to her, then Ying'er would gladly give everything for him..."