“What… what is this? How could this happen?” Ying’er was frantic, tears once again spilling from her eyes.
Ye Xuan leaned weakly against Ying’er’s embrace, a bitter, self-mocking smile touching his lips.
“This is a Heart Scar. Ying’er, you’ve been with me for so long. You should know that I possess the most terrifying emotional-dao talent in this world—[One Conquest, Eternal Conquest].”
“This talent allows me to conquer countless women. But the Heavenly Dao is fair. As the price for possessing such an heaven-defying ability, I bear a curse.”
“Whenever I betray a woman who is pure, loyal, and inherently kind, the Heavenly Dao retaliates against my heart, creating one of these Heart Scars.”
Ye Xuan panted, every word seeming unbearably heavy.
“The Heart Scar is permanent. It can never heal. It will halt my cultivation, or even cause my strength to plummet. It will entangle me in inner demons and reduce my cultivation speed a thousandfold. And at regular intervals, the pain of having my soul torn apart will flare up. It’s worse than death…”
Ying’er listened blankly, her heart aching as though it were being cut by a knife.
She cried out desperately, “Then how can it be removed? I’ll do anything to help you, no matter the cost! Even if I have to descend into the Nine Hells, I’ll find the cure for you!”
Ye Xuan raised a trembling hand and gently stroked Ying’er’s swollen cheek. The warmth and deep affection in his eyes returned.
“Silly girl. There is no cure for a Heart Scar. The only way to stop the pain… is for the virtuous woman I hurt to return to my side and sincerely forgive me.”
Upon hearing this, Ying’er could no longer suppress her emotions. With a loud sob, she threw herself into Ye Xuan’s arms.
“Wuwu… Master, I forgive you! I don’t care what cruel things you said just now—I forgive you!”
“You can hit me or curse me, I don’t care! As long as you don’t abandon me, I’ll do anything! Please… don’t sell me off. Don’t leave me…”
Ye Xuan gently stroked her head, feeling the violent trembling of the girl in his arms.
After a moment, the deep furrow between his brows smoothed out, and the pain on his face miraculously faded by more than half.
“Ying’er, how could I ever abandon you?”
“I was only putting on an act. I did it to show you how terrifying the Heart Scar is—and to make you understand my bottom line.”
Ye Xuan’s voice rang softly beside Ying’er’s ear, carrying a sincerity unlike anything before.
“I’ll use a slut like Xiao Honglian without mercy. I can trample women like them underfoot as if they were grass, because they don’t deserve to be loved.”
“But you… I could never betray you.”
“Do you understand? As long as you remain my loyal Ying’er, with eyes filled only with me, betraying you would be no different from courting death. Even the Heavenly Dao would not allow it.”
Ying’er lifted her head. Tears still clung to her cheeks, but her heart felt as sweet as honey.
“I understand now… Master, I’m sorry. I actually wanted to…”
Ying’er lowered her head in shame, but Ye Xuan ruffled her hair and interrupted her with a smile.
“But I must remind you of something, Ying’er. The reason I dare not betray you is because you are a virtuous woman. But if you ever betray me, or do something truly unforgivable…”
“Then, in the judgment of the Heavenly Dao, you will no longer be considered my virtuous woman.”
“When that happens, no matter how ruthless or cruel I am toward you, it will not trigger a Heart Scar. So never challenge my bottom line. Understand?”
Ying’er obediently nodded and rubbed herself against Ye Xuan’s chest like a kitten.
“Master, rest assured. In this life, I was born your woman and will die your ghost. I will never betray you.”
Then, as though she had thought of something, she asked curiously, “Master, who else is on your list of virtuous women besides me? If you accidentally betray one of them, wouldn’t your Heart Scar flare up again?”
Ye Xuan fell silent for a moment before gazing into the distance, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
“Based on my current deductions, there aren’t many women who meet the criteria for triggering a Heart Scar. Besides you, there are Sword Heavenly Son Ye Jiuhuang, Bai Qianqiu, and Shen Qingshuang.”
“So, in this life, I will give them status and sincerity. I will never betray them.”
Ying’er nodded thoughtfully. Then she leaned closer, gossiping as she asked, “What about Ye Qingcheng and Zi Yao? And Bai Ningbing from before? Their bodies are pure too. Why don’t they count as virtuous women?”
At the mention of those names, Ye Xuan snorted coldly, undisguised disdain showing in his eyes.
“They do? Their bodies may be pure, but their hearts are filthy. They’re typical sluts.”
“Ying’er, you must understand that meeting the requirements of a virtuous woman isn’t only about physical purity. What matters more is the purity of the soul.”
“For example, if a woman is inherently vicious, has killed countless people, or is consumed by schemes and political intrigue, then even if she has never been with a man in her entire life, she still isn’t a good person in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao.”
“When it comes to women like that, I can toy with them without the slightest reaction from my Heart Scar. They deserve to be nothing more than tools—if they even qualify to be tools.”
Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind. His gaze once again became cold and resolute. The Heart Scar engraved upon his heart was slowly fading away along with Ying’er’s tearful smile.
“In this life, I will cherish the virtuous women and make use of the sluts. I will force those who betrayed me to contribute the last shred of their worth amid their regret. And those virtuous women who stood by me will accompany me as I ascend to the summit of the myriad heavens.”
Ying’er clung tightly to Ye Xuan’s side, wrapping her arms around his arm. Her eyes were filled with worship and tenderness.
“Master, then I’ll wait and see how you conquer the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. And Ying’er will remain at your side forever.”
Ye Xuan smiled faintly and pinched Ying’er’s delicate cheek with his long, well-defined fingers.
The sensation beneath his fingertips was smooth and warm as jade, though the slap from earlier left it burning faintly.
He looked at Ying’er’s eyes, still glistening with tears yet now revealing a hint of madness and possessiveness. The corners of his lips curled into a playful smile.
“Heh. I never imagined that my obedient little kitten could have such a yandere side.”
Ye Xuan lowered his head slightly, the tip of his nose nearly brushing against Ying’er’s. His warm breath fell across her face, carrying an oppressive force that made her soul tremble.
“At that moment, did you really want to imprison me and keep me by your side forever?”
It was as if he had exposed the secret hidden in her heart. Ying’er’s cheeks, already flushed from crying, turned so red they seemed ready to drip blood.
Her eyes darted away. The aura of destruction and fury that had seemed capable of bringing down the heavens had vanished without a trace, replaced by awkwardness and shyness at being seen through.
“Wh-who told you to say such awful things, Master?”
Ying’er lowered her eyes, her little hands nervously twisting the hem of her skirt. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, tinged with a tender, plaintive grievance. “You said you didn’t want me anymore. You even said you were going to sell me to those heretical cultivators to serve as a furnace cauldron…”
“Ying’er has only one person in this world—Master. If even Master despises and mistreats me, what meaning is there in staying alive? Rather than watch you embrace another woman, I’d rather… I’d rather we rot together in the ground.”
By the end, a chilling resolve had crept into her voice.
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y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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.
