Bai Qiangu Learns That Ye Xuan Is About to Get Married

The Azure Emperor lifted her head with great difficulty. Through her blurry vision, she saw Ye Xuan turn and leave while holding Ying'er, not even sparing her a single extra glance.

"Husband..."

She murmured the call, her voice as frail as a guttering candle in the wind, so faint it could barely be heard.

Yet Ye Xuan walked away without so much as turning his head.

He left the Azure Emperor all alone, huddled in the icy corner, her whole body soaked through and covered in wounds.

She dragged herself to her feet in a daze, stumbling and staggering toward her guest chamber.

Along the way, she ran into disciples of the Sword God Palace, all of whom cast disdainful and gloating glances at her.

They huddled together, whispering and gossiping, talking about how the once lofty Azure Emperor had been humiliated and torn to shreds by Ye Xuan.

The Azure Emperor kept her head low, moving her feet like a walking corpse.

She finally understood what Ye Xuan must have felt all those years ago, back when she had held him under the water in the Green Waves Lake to torture him, and he had returned to his lodgings all alone.

It was the despair of being abandoned by the whole world.

It was the humiliation of having one's dignity trampled into the mud.

It was the agony of being pushed straight into the abyss by the person you loved most.

So every hour, every minute, every second back then, Ye Xuan had been enduring that kind of torment.

And she, fool that she was, had always thought he was just petty and consumed by jealousy.

She really was the most stupid, most selfish woman under the heavens!

On the other side of the grounds, the moment the Azure Emperor's figure vanished completely at the end of the garden path, Ye Xuan and Ying'er had already returned to the inner palace of the Sword God Palace.

Ye Xuan laid Ying'er down on the soft couch, used his spiritual power to dry her soaked robes, then pulled out a warm jade slip and placed it in her palm, saying gently, "Quick, warm yourself up, don't catch a chill."

Ying'er held the warm jade, and looked up at Ye Xuan with her big, dewy eyes.

"Pfft!"

She suddenly burst out laughing, doubling over with amusement, not a trace of the pitiful, vulnerable look she had worn earlier.

"Husband, playing the green tea girl was so much fun!" Ying'er's eyes sparkled as she exclaimed excitedly, "Did you see the look on the Azure Emperor's face just now? It turned bright green! That was hilarious!"

"I've never had such a blast acting in my whole life!"

Ye Xuan raised an eyebrow, reached out and pinched her fair, soft cheek, his tone indulgent. "What green tea nonsense? Don't talk silly. You're my good little sister. That woman the Azure Emperor deserves to get a taste of being wronged like this."

"Right, right, right!" Ying'er nodded vigorously, then a worried look crossed her face. "But husband, aren't we being a little too harsh on her? After all, she's a great power of her own realm..."

"Harsh?" Ye Xuan let out a cold sneer, a glint of sharp coldness flashing across his eyes.

"Compared to what she did to me all those years ago, this doesn't even count as the interest. Letting her keep her life is already the greatest mercy I could have shown her."

Right after saying that, his tone softened again. He stroked Ying'er's hair gently. "But Ying'er, your acting skills are truly outstanding. The way you fell into the water, that frightened expression you had, and that line of yours 'Sister, I didn't do it on purpose' — all of it was a stroke of genius. Even I was startled for a moment back there."

Ying'er blushed at the praise, her cheeks flushing pink, and she twisted shyly as she said, "It was nothing... You were the amazing one, husband. That murderous aura you put on just now even took me by surprise. I thought you really were going to kill her."

"Kill her?"

Ye Xuan shook his head, a glint of profound depth flashing across his eyes. "Death would be far too easy for her. I want her to live, to stay fully conscious and alive. I will make her endure torments more agonizing than death, every single day and night. That is the only worthy retribution for what she did to me ten thousand years ago."

Ye Xuan pulled Ying'er into his embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head as his voice softened to a low, gentle murmur. "But when it comes to the term 'green tea', that definitely does not describe you. You are the dearest treasure of my heart, my Ying'er."

Ying'er nestled happily in his arms and nodded firmly.

The festive red silk decorations at the Sword God Palace had not yet been taken down, and the entire mountain gate was still wrapped in an aura of peace and joy.

Yet thousands of miles away, the Wuji Demonic Sect was shrouded in a heavy, murderous silence.

Inside the White Bone Great Hall, candle flames burned dimly, and cold, dark demonic qi permeated every corner.

A woman in a vivid crimson long dress, whose beauty could outshine all others in the world, sat upright on the throne carved entirely of bones.

Her skin was fairer than snow, her features were as delicate as a painted masterpiece, and a pair of narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes tilted slightly upward, radiating a bewitching yet dangerous aura.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, falling to her waist, and the only ornament in her hair was a single hairpin carved from white bone. She was stunningly beautiful, yet her very presence sent a chill down the spine of anyone who laid eyes on her.

This was none other than Bai Qiangu, the Demonic Path Overlord of the Wuji Demonic Sect.

"Crack!"

A sharp, crisp sound of shattering echoed through the great hall.

The invitation in Bai Qiangu's hand was crushed into fragments, and flecks of golden paper drifted down from between her fingers like falling snowflakes.

"Ye Xuan... Ye Jiuhuang... are getting married?"

Her voice was soft, so soft that it sent a bone-deep chill through everyone who heard it, and a terrifying killing intent rolled off of her. A scarlet glint flickered past in her bewitching eyes in an instant.

"Master, please restrain your anger!"

A black-robed demonic cultivator kneeling below the dais trembled from head to toe, pressing his forehead tightly against the cold stone ground, his voice shaking uncontrollably. "This subordinate... this subordinate only just received the news..."

"So what?"

Bai Qiangu tilted her head slightly, a strange, eerie smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

She rose slowly to her feet, her crimson long dress dragging across the bone-white floor like a flowing streak of fresh blood.

"So you came all the way here just to tell me this news, do you think you can come here to gloat at my expense?"

"No, no! This subordinate would never dare!"

The black-robed demonic cultivator kowtowed frantically, his forehead thudding against the bone slab with dull, heavy thumps. His back was already soaked through with cold sweat, and his whole body shook like a sieve.

"Wouldn't dare?"

Bai Qiangu let out a soft laugh. The sound was melodious and pleasant to the ear, yet it made every demonic cultivator in the hall feel as if their souls were about to leave their bodies.

She lifted her slender, fair hand, and a wisp of pitch-black demonic qi coalesced at her fingertips.

"Since you say you wouldn't dare, then you might as well die."

Before the words had even fully left her mouth.

"Plop!"

That wisp of demonic qi moved like a living creature, drilling straight into the black-robed demonic cultivator's glabella. He did not even have time to let out a single scream before his entire body dissolved into a puddle of black, foul-smelling pus in the blink of an eye, not even a single bone left behind.

The great hall fell dead silent.

The rest of the demonic cultivators knelt prostrate on the ground, not daring to even take a deep breath, terrified that they would be the next to meet the same fate.

Bai Qiangu did not even glance at them. She lifted her hand and gently brushed away a speck of non-existent dust from her sleeve, speaking as if to herself. "Ye Xuan, Ye Xuan, you betrayed me in my past life, and now in this life you still want to betray me? I, Bai Qiangu, have only recognized you as my man for my entire life. You want to marry someone else? Over my dead body!"

Right after her voice faded.

"Boom!"

A surging demonic aura shot straight into the sky from her body, causing the entire White Bone Great Hall to tremble violently. Countless white bones burst forth from the ground, coalescing into a giant bone dragon that coiled around her, letting out a deafening, ear-splitting roar.

"All of you, get out of here."

Bai Qiangu swept a cold glance over the demonic cultivators in the hall, who were now so quiet they did not dare to utter a single sound.

"Yes, yes!"

In the blink of an eye, Bai Qiangu was the only one left in the great hall.

She slowly closed her bewitching, alluring eyes, her red lips parting slightly as she gently exhaled a wisp of turbid air.

The next moment, her body began to turn translucent, transforming into a dark, shadowy demonic figure that drifted out of the great hall like a wisp of black smoke, speeding straight toward the direction of the Sword God Palace.