“Master, that was quite the flawless performance,” a voice said from behind Ye Xuan, playful yet carrying a hint of malice.
Ying’er stepped out of the shadows with a light, graceful stride.
Her large eyes gleamed with cunning as she gazed in the direction Xiao Honglian had departed. A teasing smile curled across her lips.
“If Xiao Honglian knew that the Creation Pill she had refined by exhausting the entire foundation of the Endless Flame Domain was actually nothing more than a disposable tool paving the way for your grand plan…”
“And that she herself had been nothing but a tool whose value was being squeezed dry from beginning to end…”
“Do you think she would completely break down? Maybe even suffer a shattered Dao heart?” Ying’er walked over to Ye Xuan, looped her arm through his, and asked with her head tilted to one side.
Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant mountains. He said coldly, “Break down? That would be her own fault. A scumbag woman like her was willing to betray me for vanity and profit back then. No matter how deeply devoted she acts now, or how much she regrets her choices, it cannot change the selfish and shameless nature buried in her bones.”
“Her so-called love is nothing more than fear born from realizing that I possess greater value and that she herself has missed out on a great opportunity. That kind of cheap affection is meaningless, except as something to exploit.”
Ye Xuan turned his head slightly to look at Ying’er, a dangerous curve appearing at the corner of his lips.
“Still, I do rather like women like her.”
Ying’er blinked curiously. “Oh? What kind of liking are we talking about, Master?”
“Obviously, I like them as tools,” Ye Xuan replied matter-of-factly, without the slightest trace of emotion in his eyes. “When I use women like them, I have no burden on my conscience, nor do I feel the slightest pity. Even if they lose their usefulness one day and I casually kill them, my heartbeat will not quicken in the slightest.”
“Because they don’t deserve anyone’s genuine affection.”
At those words, Ying’er raised her head. A strange excitement and malicious delight flashed through her eyes.
Her fair little hand gently caressed Ye Xuan’s chest as she lowered her voice and coaxed him:
“Master, you seem to have been holding yourself back all this time… Even though you could be far more ruthless and direct. Since all these women are scumbags, why not become a little worse?”
“Drain them completely. Suck every drop of blood from their bodies and seize every bit of their cultivation. Let them struggle in agony and despair. Wouldn’t that be the ultimate revenge?”
Ye Xuan lowered his head and looked at the little vixen in his arms—the sort who loved watching the world burn. He sneered.
“You want me to become worse?”
“Mmm…” Ying’er’s cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes filled with fervor. “I’d love you even if you became worse, Master. Whether you turned into a tyrant or a demon lord, I would still love you. That cold ruthlessness, that ability to toy with all living beings in the palm of your hand… That’s what makes you truly irresistible.”
“Looks like you still don’t understand anything.”
Ye Xuan suddenly shook his head. The relatively gentle expression he had worn moments earlier instantly turned dark and sinister.
He abruptly reached out and roughly seized Ying’er’s delicate face. He had used so much force that a vivid red mark appeared on her skin.
“Since you want to see what I’m like when I turn bad, I’ll let you experience it personally.”
The next second—
Smack!
An exceptionally loud and heavy slap landed on Ying’er’s stunning face without warning!
The blow sent her stumbling backward several steps. Her fair cheek immediately swelled up.
She was completely stunned. Covering her face, she stared at the man before her with wide eyes, unable to believe that this strange and violent figure was the same person she knew.
Ye Xuan did not stop. He stepped forward, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a lifeless object.
“Think carefully. You’ve been hiding a lot from me lately, haven’t you? Your background, those little schemes of yours… Do you really think I don’t know?”
“Master… you…” Ying’er’s voice trembled as she tried to explain. “You’re joking with me, right? I would never…”
“Joking?”
Ye Xuan let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with disgust and loathing.
“I’m not in the mood to play this master-and-servant game with you anymore. Ying’er, I’m tired of you. All the things you’ve kept from me disgust me.”
“From this moment on, I don’t want you anymore.”
“I don’t love you anymore, and I don’t even want to look at your face. Right now, get out of Sword God Palace!”
Ying’er panicked completely. Tears instantly filled the eyes that had always gleamed with cunning.
Ignoring the pain in her face, she lunged forward, trying to grab the hem of Ye Xuan’s robe.
“Master! I can explain! I had reasons for keeping those things from you. I swear I never intended to harm you…”
“Explain? I can’t be bothered to listen to your nonsense.”
“In my eyes, you’re no different from those scumbag women now.”
Ye Xuan looked down at her from above, mocking her in a tone so cutting that it was utterly despairing.
“Think about it carefully. I never liked you that much to begin with. Since you’re useless to me now, I might as well sell you to some evil cultivators as a human cauldron. Perhaps I can trade you for a few high-grade spirit stones.”
Sell her… A human cauldron…
Those two words pierced Ying’er’s dignity like poisoned arrows. She collapsed onto the ground in a daze, the tear tracks on her face mixing with the swelling and redness, making her look utterly miserable.
Yet amid that overwhelming pain and despair, an extremely strange, violent, and twisted red gleam suddenly flashed through Ying’er’s originally clear eyes.
She slowly wiped away her tears, lowered her head, and let out a low, trembling, horrifying laugh.
“Master… are you serious? You want to sell me? You really… don’t need Ying’er anymore?”
The aura around her began to grow chaotic and terrifying. The space around them even showed faint signs of collapsing.
She slowly rose to her feet, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms. Her voice was hoarse and feverish with madness.
“Master… if you truly don’t want me anymore, then I’ll have no choice but to imprison you and keep you by my side forever. You forced me into this… Don’t blame me…”
Just as Ying’er was about to completely lose control and erupt—
“Ugh…”
Ye Xuan suddenly groaned. His entire body bent sharply forward as both hands clutched his chest. His face instantly turned as pale as paper.
Cold sweat poured down his body. He staggered beneath his feet and nearly fell from the clouds.
At the sight of this, Ying’er’s expression changed dramatically. The violence in her eyes instantly transformed into boundless anxiety.
She rushed over and caught Ye Xuan, her voice choked with tears.
“Master! Master, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me! Did you suffer a backlash from using your source power just now?”
Ye Xuan gasped heavily. The veins at his temples bulged, and he appeared to be enduring a pain beyond what any ordinary person could imagine.
Gritting his teeth, he laboriously pointed toward his chest and rasped, “You… use your spiritual energy… Look at my heart…”
Ying’er did not dare delay. She hurriedly raised her trembling jade hand and pressed it against Ye Xuan’s chest. Gentle spiritual energy flowed inside as she used a spirit-penetrating technique to examine Ye Xuan’s heart.
Immediately afterward, Ying'er was struck as if by a thunderbolt, her entire body going rigid.
There, at the very center of Ye Xuan's vigorously beating heart, was a hideous, eerie black fissure radiating a faint dark glow!
The fissure resembled an unhealable scar on porcelain. With every beat of his heart, it continued to tear at Ye Xuan's soul, unleashing agony so intense that even a True Immortal would collapse.
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?"
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