The Bloody Truth 02

“This is all the work of fate! That accursed heaven itself wouldn’t let us love each other in peace! Husband, I’m a victim too. I was forced into this—I had no choice!”

Ye Qingcheng wept bitterly, looking utterly pitiful, as though she had been mercilessly tormented by fate. If someone who didn’t know the truth had seen her, their heart would probably have softened completely.

Looking at her loathsome face—still refusing to give up even after reaching the Yellow River, still determined to keep up the act—

Ye Xuan suddenly fell silent.

He did not fly into a rage, nor did he continue shouting accusations. Instead, he looked at Ye Qingcheng with an expression of profound pity.

“What you said is quite true. You possess the Nine Yin Profound Charm Physique, and when your passion poison flares up, you need an enormous amount of masculine essence… That explanation is truly flawless. Perfect in every way.”

Ye Xuan shook his head, his voice carrying a trace of deep mockery.

“For a long time after recovering my memories, I thought the same thing. I even tried to make excuses for you in my heart. I thought that although you had betrayed me, you really had been controlled by your constitution, and your crimes were not deserving of death.”

When Ye Qingcheng heard this, a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed through her eyes.

“Husband, you finally understand…”

“Until…”

Ye Xuan cut her off coldly. At that moment, his gaze turned as frigid as death itself.

“Until I met another woman who possessed the Nine Yin Profound Charm Physique.”

The instant those words left his mouth, Ye Qingcheng’s delicate body began to tremble violently.

The hopeful light that had filled her peach-blossom eyes was instantly replaced by terror and shock, as though she had just heard the most inconceivable thing in the world.

“That’s impossible… It can’t be…” Ye Qingcheng murmured instinctively, her face turning even paler than a corpse’s.

Ye Xuan paid no attention to her horror and continued speaking.

“What astonished me even more was that the woman who possessed the Nine Yin Profound Charm Physique remained… a virgin even after cultivating to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.”

His words were like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky, striking Ye Qingcheng directly on the crown of her head!

All the blood seemed to drain from Ye Qingcheng’s body in an instant. Her eyes widened in terror, her lips trembling violently, and her entire body collapsed onto the ground like a pile of mud. She could not utter a single word.

“Do you find that strange?”

Ye Xuan pressed forward step by step. He walked up to Ye Qingcheng and looked down at her from above, the cold smile at the corner of his mouth as sharp as a blade.

“You kept saying that the Nine Yin Profound Charm Physique was an incurable condition, and that when the passion poison erupted, you had to absorb a man’s masculine essence or your body would explode. So why was it that someone else could possess this constitution, remain a virgin, and cultivate all the way to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm?”

“From that moment on, I knew everything.”

Ye Xuan’s voice echoed through the prison cell like a death sentence.

“That woman was a ruthless demonic cultivator, and I killed her. Through soul-searching, I learned a shocking secret—one that overturned everything I thought I knew!”

At that moment, Ye Qingcheng’s face had become completely twisted.

All her disguises, all her weakness, and the pitiful image of herself as a victim were melting away before Ye Xuan’s words like snow beneath the blazing sun.

An unprecedented despair rose within her heart. It was the terrifying panic of having every last shred of her dignity stripped away in public.

“So…”

Ye Xuan bent slightly and brought his face close to Ye Qingcheng’s. In a voice only the two of them could hear, he spoke each word through clenched teeth.

“The Nine Yin Profound Charm Physique was never some incurable condition one was born with. It was something one could choose and cultivate deliberately after birth!”

Ye Xuan’s words completely shattered the last trace of hope in Ye Qingcheng’s heart.

“So…”

Ye Xuan abruptly straightened. His eyes were like two burning swords, blazing with fury as they pinned Ye Qingcheng in place. Then he roared, his voice shaking the entire dungeon.

“Ye Qingcheng! You are not some wretched woman toyed with by fate! You are not some woman who endured humiliation and made sacrifices to protect me!”

“You chose to become a bearer of the Nine Yin Profound Charm Physique!”

Ye Qingcheng lay limp in the muddy water, her body trembling violently. Her beautiful face was deathly pale and twisted by overwhelming terror.

“No… That’s not how it happened… It was an accident! It was an exception!”

Ye Qingcheng screamed like a madwoman, frantically clawing at the ground. Her fingernails scraped across the stone floor, producing a harsh, grating sound.

“Husband, believe me! I truly love you! I really did it to save you! That woman must have been lying to you. How can you trust the words of a demonic cultivator? She was trying to drive a wedge between us!”

“Drive a wedge between us?”

Ye Xuan let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with bone-chilling coldness.

“Ye Qingcheng, even now, you’re still testing my patience. Do you think that with my current cultivation, I need to rely on a few stray words from someone else to make my judgment?”

He slowly extended his right hand, curling his five fingers into a claw. A ball of eerie violet soul fire began to burn faintly in his palm.

It was the light of the Soul-Searching Technique—overbearing and cruel. Once it was unleashed, the person subjected to it would have every secret exposed as though they were standing naked before the world, while their soul would endure the agony of being pierced by ten thousand arrows.

“The truth is buried deep inside your mind. Since you refuse to repent, I have no reason to keep listening to your disgusting nonsense. I’ll see for myself!”

The moment she saw the violet flame, Ye Qingcheng’s pupils contracted sharply. She let out a scream of extreme terror.

“No! You can’t do this to me! Soul-searching will turn me into a mindless idiot! Ye Xuan, I’m your wife! You can’t be this cruel!”

She frantically tried to retreat, even attempting to summon the last trace of spiritual energy within her body to resist. But before Ye Xuan, all her struggles were as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree.

“Cruel?”

Ye Xuan’s gaze sharpened. With a casual wave of his left hand—

Smack!

A crisp slap echoed through the prison cell. Ye Qingcheng’s face was knocked to the side, half of it swelling red instantly as thin threads of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. There was no mercy in that slap—only pure disgust.

“When you lay beneath Zhao Tianba and let me kneel in the rain, why didn’t you talk about cruelty then?”

Ye Xuan grabbed her by the hair and forced her head up, making her meet those abyss-like, icy eyes.

“When you absorbed other men’s masculine essence while putting on an act as a victim in front of me, why didn’t you talk about cruelty then?”

“Ye Xuan… please… don’t look… I’m begging you…”

Ye Qingcheng completely broke down. She pleaded desperately, even trying to bite through her own tongue and kill herself, but Ye Xuan sealed her jaw shut with a restriction.

“That isn’t up to you.”

Ye Xuan’s voice was as cold and sharp as a blade. His right hand suddenly pressed down on the crown of Ye Qingcheng’s head.

“Soul Search—Seize Memories!”

“Ah!”

A shrill, agonized scream instantly tore through the entire dungeon, even drowning out the howling winds from the abyss below.

Ye Qingcheng’s body convulsed violently, her eyes rolling white. Countless fragmented scenes of memory surged into Ye Xuan’s mind through his palm like a flood breaking through a dam.