A violent ringing erupted in Xiao Honglian’s mind, and her entire world seemed to collapse in that instant.
“Wife…”
She repeated the word in a daze, her heart aching so badly that she could barely breathe.
He had actually called another woman his wife?
He had actually looked at her with such a cold, even murderous gaze just to protect another woman?
No… This couldn’t be real!
Xiao Honglian shook her head desperately, tears pouring from her eyes like pearls spilling from a broken string.
As if she had suddenly seized upon a life-saving explanation, she abruptly raised her head and stared at Ye Xuan with an almost crazed look in her eyes.
“I know! I know!”
“You must have reincarnated, so you lost your memories, right? You’ve forgotten all those days and nights we spent together in the Crimson Flame Sect. You’ve forgotten how you were willing to risk your life to save me!”
“You must have mistaken Ye Jiuhuang for me, and that’s why she was able to deceive you!”
Xiao Honglian had seemingly found the perfect excuse with which to comfort herself. Once again, she lunged forward, trying to seize Ye Xuan by the collar as she sobbed and cried out, “Wake up! I’m your Lian’er! I’m the one you love most! You’ve forgotten everything—how could you have forgotten me too?”
Looking at Xiao Honglian’s pitiful appearance—deceiving herself like a clown—an undisguised, extreme mockery finally surfaced in Ye Xuan’s eyes.
He did not dodge, allowing Xiao Honglian to clutch his collar.
Then Ye Xuan slowly lowered his head and brought his flawless face close to hers.
The two of them were so close that Xiao Honglian could even feel the icy coldness of his breath.
“Reincarnation? Amnesia?”
Ye Xuan’s voice was soft and slow, yet it carried a cruelty that shattered every last illusion.
“Junior Sister, do you really think that I was reduced to ashes in body and soul during that fire, then reincarnated through thousands of lifetimes before finally returning here?”
Xiao Honglian stiffened. Her hands, which had been gripping Ye Xuan’s collar, suddenly went limp.
She stared blankly into those deep, pitch-black eyes, utterly pure and devoid of any emotion. An unprecedented, overwhelmingly intense fear suddenly rose within her heart.
“What… what do you mean?” Xiao Honglian’s voice trembled uncontrollably.
“What I mean is…”
The corners of Ye Xuan’s lips slowly curled into a smile of extreme cruelty. In the calmest tone, he announced the most despairing truth:
“Although I have changed bodies, not only have I not lost my memories…”
“I have retained every single one of them in perfect clarity. Every minute, every second—nothing omitted.”
Ye Xuan straightened, his gaze icy cold.
“That includes how I taught you to draw spiritual energy into your body. It includes how I secretly slipped a supreme-grade Foundation Establishment Pill into your storage bag.”
“It includes… how you stole the sect’s secret technique for that man, Xiao Huo. How you blushed and asked me to buy a supreme-grade Aphrodisiac Pill from the black market, then eagerly drugged Xiao Huo with it.”
“And it includes how, in front of the Bagua Alchemy Furnace, you looked at me with shock and remorse—and how Xiao Huo shattered my skull with a single palm strike.”
With every sentence Ye Xuan spoke, Xiao Honglian’s face grew paler.
By the end, she looked utterly lifeless, like an empty shell whose soul had been torn away.
He hadn’t forgotten…
He remembered everything…
Xiao Honglian’s body shook violently. Overwhelming joy and the absolute despair that followed twisted together inside her, driving her to the brink of collapse.
The joy came from the fact that he remembered!
He remembered her. He remembered everything that had happened between them. He was not some stranger who had lost his memories!
But the despair was…
“If you remember everything…”
Xiao Honglian slowly raised her head. Her beautiful eyes were filled with shattered tears, and her voice was so anguished it sounded as if she were vomiting blood.
“If you have the memories from back then, then why… why do you still call me Junior Sister?!”
“If you remember that you once loved me so much you were willing to throw your life away, how can you marry another woman right in front of me? Why won’t you even give me a chance to change?”
This had been her greatest obsession for thousands of years!
She had believed him dead, and so she had transformed her guilt into a mad fixation. Now he was alive—and possessed all his memories—yet he rejected her from a thousand miles away with one cold, polite “Junior Sister.”
She was unwilling to accept it!
She absolutely refused to accept such an ending!
Faced with Xiao Honglian’s heart-wrenching questions, Ye Xuan not only showed no trace of emotion…
He suddenly began to laugh.
Ye Xuan tilted his head slightly, as if he were examining an incomprehensible idiot.
He extended a long, slender finger and lightly patted Xiao Honglian’s pale, exquisite cheek twice in an utterly humiliating gesture.
“Then what else should I call you?”
Ye Xuan’s voice was filled with mockery. Every word became a poisoned blade, stabbing viciously into the depths of Xiao Honglian’s soul.
“Xiao Honglian, have you been the Female Emperor for so long that your brain has stopped working?”
“Should I call you my wife instead of Junior Sister?”
The smile on Ye Xuan’s face abruptly vanished, replaced by boundless coldness and contempt.
“Have you forgotten? Back in the Crimson Flame Sect, your husband was Xiao Huo—the man you willingly threw yourself at, even begging for the chance to climb into his bed!”
The name “Xiao Huo” struck Xiao Honglian’s crown like a bolt of lightning.
Her entire body shuddered as though struck by thunder. Her legs went weak, and with a thud, the Flame Emperor—who stood high above all others and awed the countless worlds—actually collapsed to her knees before Ye Xuan above the sea of clouds in the void.
But Ye Xuan had only just begun.
Looking down from above at Xiao Honglian, who knelt before him and trembled like a sieve, he spoke with undisguised disdain and cruelty:
“You keep insisting that I’ve forgotten, that I once loved you so much I was willing to give up my life.”
“But Xiao Honglian, think carefully. From the day you met Xiao Huo to the moment I died in front of the Bagua Alchemy Furnace…”
Ye Xuan bent down slightly and looked into Xiao Honglian’s terrified eyes. He spoke each word slowly and distinctly:
“From beginning to end, did I ever touch even a single one of your fingers?”
“Did you and I ever share even the slightest physical intimacy as Dao companions?”
“Did we ever enter into a marriage contract recognized by the Heavenly Dao?”
No!
Nothing at all!
Those three questions were like three heavy hammers, completely shattering the beautiful dream Xiao Honglian had woven over thousands of years.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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.
