“Have you ever thought about the things you’ve done?”
Ye Xuan’s voice echoed through the freezing prison cell. “Back in the Supreme Emotionless Sect, you threw yourself into Zhao Wuji’s arms without hesitation for the sake of resources. You even flirted with him right in front of me, letting him wrap his arm around your waist while treating me like dirt beneath his feet.”
At the mention of “Zhao Wuji,” Xia Lengyue trembled all over and recoiled as if she had been pricked by needles.
Ye Xuan’s tone remained calm and unhurried as he listed her deeds one by one. “Later, you met Bai Yujing. Coveting the Heaven-Rank cultivation technique in his possession, you climbed into his bed without hesitation once again. When you were entwined with him in the Spirit Spring, did you ever think of me?”
“Stop… Please, stop…” Xia Lengyue covered her ears in agony, letting out a shrill sob. Those were the filthy memories she found most unbearable to look back on.
“After that, you actually took the initiative to seduce Patriarch Kurong, who cultivated an evil art. That old man was both ancient and hideous, yet you still smiled sweetly as you nestled against his knee.”
With every name Ye Xuan uttered, Xia Lengyue’s face grew paler and her body shook more violently. Those names were like rusty saws, dragging back and forth, slicing apart the last shreds of her dignity.
“Zhao Wuji, Bai Yujing, Patriarch Kurong, Li Chengfeng…”
Ye Xuan looked at her, his eyes filled with deep contempt. “You cheated on me with so many men. You betrayed me countless times. You treated your body and dignity as bargaining chips, enjoying yourself beneath one man after another.”
Ye Xuan suddenly laughed. His smile was icy and bone-chilling.
“And what about the Ye Xuan in your memories? He tolerated you no matter what. No matter how filthy you became or how many men you provoked, he remained devoted to you. Even when everyone else betrayed you and drove you to the brink of death, he still ran out like a fool, burning his soul to block a fatal strike for you.”
Ye Xuan leaned forward slightly, looking at her as if she were a ridiculous fool. “Xia Lengyue, use that pitiful brain of yours and think carefully.”
“Do you really think I, Ye Xuan, am that pathetic?”
Xia Lengyue sobbed uncontrollably, shaking her head so desperately that tears flew across the floor.
Her defenses had completely collapsed. Unable to face such cutting questions, she could only clutch her own arms tightly, like a helpless child.
“I was wrong! It was all my fault! I was shameless! I was disgusting! I didn’t deserve your love!”
Xia Lengyue screamed hysterically, her voice hoarse and cracking. “But you really did love me back then! You were willing to die for me! How could you possibly have despised me? You were the only person in this world who didn’t despise me!”
Looking at her frenzied state, Ye Xuan felt no sympathy. Instead, he sighed, his eyes seeming to regard an irredeemable idiot.
“If I really were that pathetic—if I could tolerate your betrayal time and time again, if I could tolerate you being used by so many men…”
Ye Xuan straightened and said coldly, “Then why is it that the current me treats you as worthless as dirt, keeps you as a prisoner, and can no longer tolerate you in the slightest?”
Xia Lengyue froze. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Her mind was a complete mess. She could not resolve this logical dead end.
Yes… If he had loved her so deeply that he could tolerate even that degree of betrayal, if he had even been willing to die for her, then why was he so cold and heartless now?
How could a person’s character undergo such a drastic, almost complete fracture?
“The reason is simple.”
Looking into her vacant eyes, Ye Xuan uttered the cruelest truth. “The perfect husband in your heart—the one willing to be your fallback, the one willing to die for you—never existed from the very beginning.”
“No!”
Xia Lengyue let out a beastlike shriek.
She refused to accept that answer. She would rather Ye Xuan curse her, strike her, or torment her than accept him denying that relationship.
It was the only belief keeping her alive now.
“You’re lying! You’re lying to me!”
Xia Lengyue shook her head frantically, her eyes unfocused. Her hands clawed helplessly at the air. “Husband, I was wrong! I truly know that now! Punish me! Torture me however you want! But please, I beg you, don’t deny the person you were back then!”
“Don’t tear apart the only beautiful thing we ever had, please! You said it yourself. You told me, ‘Don’t be afraid, Yue’er. You have to live well.’ That was real! All of it was real!”
Watching Xia Lengyue sink into complete madness, trying to escape reality through self-hypnosis, Ye Xuan’s last trace of patience finally vanished.
“What a hopeless fool.”
Ye Xuan shook his head and sighed. “Since you refuse to accept it, I’ll show you a memory. Then you’ll understand everything.”
The next moment, Ye Xuan suddenly stepped forward and extended his slender right hand. A strange, ghostly blue radiance swirled around his index finger.
Under Xia Lengyue’s horrified and bewildered gaze, that finger carried an irresistible force as it pressed directly against the center of her brow.
“Buzz!”
A soul force so vast it defied imagination instantly tore through Xia Lengyue’s spiritual sea by force.
In the next second, the cold, dim prison cell around them collapsed with a thunderous roar, shattering like glass.
Xia Lengyue’s consciousness was forcibly dragged into a sealed memory from the distant past.
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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?"
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?"
