“H-Husband…”
Ye Qingcheng looked at Ye Xuan as though he were an unparalleled fiend who had climbed out of the deepest reaches of the Nine Netherworlds. And yet, at the same time, he was like the last wisp of hope—a lifeline capable of dragging her out of endless torment.
“Bang!”
With a casual motion, Ye Xuan withdrew the chains of law. Ye Qingcheng crashed heavily onto the icy floor, collapsing like a limp mass of flesh.
She did not even have the strength to stand. Like a maggot, she could only writhe with difficulty across the ground, slick with blood and muddy water, inching bit by bit toward Ye Xuan’s boots.
“Husband… I really know I was wrong…”
Ye Qingcheng looked up at him. Her face had long since become twisted by unbearable pain and terror, her features so gaunt that she was almost unrecognizable.
Her tears streamed wildly down her cheeks, mingling with blood and mucus.
She clung desperately to Ye Xuan’s boot, like a drowning person clutching a piece of driftwood, and screamed at the top of her lungs:
“Please… kill me! Or let my soul be obliterated—anything is fine! Just don’t send me back to that place! I can’t take it anymore! I really can’t take it anymore!”
Yet in the face of her heartrending pleas, Ye Xuan’s expression did not change in the slightest.
He simply looked down at her from above, his eyes fixed on her as though she were nothing more than a pile of non-recyclable trash.
When Ye Qingcheng saw that he remained unmoved, the obsession buried deep in her heart—one so extreme that it bordered on madness—began to grow wildly once more amid her terror and despair, like poisonous weeds.
She suddenly raised her head. The peach-blossom eyes that had been filled with pleading now erupted with a blazing, crazed fervor that sent chills down the spine.
“But, Husband!”
Ye Qingcheng gripped Ye Xuan’s trouser leg so tightly that her fingernails dug into his flesh. In a voice as shrill and mournful as a cuckoo crying blood, she roared:
“What exactly did I do that was so unforgivable?”
“Yes! I did find other men behind your back! I used illusions to drain their yang essence! But my body is still pure!”
Ye Qingcheng frantically defended herself.
“How many women in this world could remain faithful to you when faced with the temptation of immortality, while possessing a heaven-defying constitution like the Nine Yin Charming Body?”
“My heart belongs only to you! All I ever thought about was how to become stronger, how to keep you by my side so that we could remain together for ten thousand years!”
“Everything I did was beyond my control! The cultivation world is so cruel. I’m just a worthless cultivator with a Four-Spirit Root, and you’re a worthless cultivator with a Five-Spirit Root as well. If I hadn’t done those things, we would have turned to dust long ago! I did it for us, Husband!”
Ye Qingcheng wept and pleaded, looking so pitiful—like someone cruelly ravaged by fate who had nevertheless clung to her purity—that she had practically moved herself to tears.
Looking at that nauseating face, still stubbornly refusing to admit fault even with death staring her in the face, lost in her own self-righteous delusions, Ye Xuan did not fly into a rage as he had the last time.
He merely looked at Ye Qingcheng in silence, his gaze as indifferent as a dead sea that had remained undisturbed for ten thousand years.
He slowly crouched down and lifted Ye Qingcheng’s blood-smeared chin with a long, slender finger.
“Ye Qingcheng, do you know something?”
Ye Xuan’s voice was soft, yet in the empty prison cell, it carried an eerie chill that sent shivers down one’s spine.
“Once... there was a woman who said the exact same thing to me.”
The moment those words left his mouth—
Ye Qingcheng, who had been sobbing hysterically and wallowing in her own emotional display, suddenly stiffened.
The expression on her face froze completely. Then, an indescribable jealousy and fury erupted from her eyes like a volcanic explosion.
For a possessive madwoman—one who regarded Ye Xuan as her absolute property, who had even resorted to betrayal and humiliation to bind him to her—
what she could not bear most was not Ye Xuan torturing her, nor was it Ye Xuan killing her.
It was the thought that another woman had appeared in Ye Xuan’s life—one who shared the same bond with him, and had even spoken the same words of love.
“Who was that woman?!”
Ye Qingcheng instantly descended into madness.
She wrenched herself away from Ye Xuan’s finger and lunged at him like a rabid dog, clutching the front of his robes with both hands. Her once-dull eyes now blazed with a terrifying crimson light.
“Who is she? What right does she have to say something like that to you? Those are my lines! That is my proof of devotion to my husband!”
With her mouth wide open, exposing her stark white teeth, Ye Qingcheng shrieked like a vengeful ghost whose tail had been stepped on.
“My husband is mine! Your body, your soul, your pain, your despair—they all belong to me, and me alone! Whoever dares lay a finger on you, I’ll kill her! I’ll carve that bitch into ten thousand pieces! I’ll tear out her soul and use it to light a lantern!”
Watching Ye Qingcheng’s face twist grotesquely under the weight of her jealousy, Ye Xuan’s gaze remained indifferent.
With a casual flick of his hand—
*Slap!*
The crisp sound of a palm striking flesh echoed through the cell. Ye Qingcheng was sent flying, crashing heavily into the wall before coughing up mouthful after mouthful of blood.
Ye Xuan rose to his feet and looked down at Ye Qingcheng, sprawled on the ground like a dead dog. His tone was calm, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
“Her name was Bai Ningbing.”
“Like you, in pursuit of the so-called Great Dao and power, she committed every betrayal and inflicted every injury upon me—all under the banner of ‘wanting to be worthy of standing by my side.’”
A trace of distant remembrance flickered in Ye Xuan’s eyes, but it was swiftly replaced by absolute coldness.
“More coincidentally, she too once wept as she told me that she was still untouched—that from beginning to end, she had never allowed any man to lay even a finger on her.”
Upon hearing this—
Ye Qingcheng’s pupils contracted into pinpoints.
Ignoring the searing pain in her face and her broken ribs, she abruptly lifted her head and stared at Ye Xuan. Her eyes were filled with unprecedented terror, jealousy, and the extreme madness unique to someone obsessively possessive.
“No... That’s impossible! How could there possibly be a woman in this world who loves you more than I do?!”
Ye Qingcheng seemed desperate to deny something that was powerful enough to destroy her faith. Crawling on all fours to Ye Xuan’s feet, she lifted her head and stared fixedly into his eyes, insisting with near-mad intensity:
“Husband! Look at me! You’re the only man I’ve ever had! From the past to the present—even into the future—my heart and my body have room for no one but you!”
“That Bai Ningbing is a slut! A liar! She’s only imitating me! I’m the only one who truly stayed faithful to you!”
As she spoke, Ye Qingcheng shockingly began tearing at her already tattered prison uniform, disregarding all shame. She wanted to prove her twisted notion of purity to Ye Xuan in the most primitive way possible.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
