Completely Insane

Come out! Come out right now!

Kill that slut! Give your primal yang back to me!

You are my husband! My husband!

Xia Lengyue's voice was completely hoarse. A thick metallic taste of blood surged in her throat. Her cries were shrill and terrifying, enough to make one's blood run cold.

In stark contrast to the purgatory-like scene outside, the interior of the Purple Heaven Palace was filled with the languid aftermath of intimacy.

Ye Xuan slowly and methodically tied his robes, his movements exceedingly elegant.

He turned his head and glanced at Ying'er beside him. Her face was flushed as she tidied her disheveled hair. Reaching out, he gently wiped a layer of fine sweat from her forehead, his fingertips brushing across her skin with tender care.

Then, he turned around and walked barefoot to the palace doors.

Separated by a transparent barrier, his gaze was calm as he looked down condescendingly at the blood-soaked, crazed woman outside.

Xia Lengyue.

Ye Xuan spoke.

Amplified by the formation, his voice transmitted clearly. It carried an infuriatingly indifferent and cold tone that instantly overpowered the howling wind and snow.

Don't waste your energy.

Although your attacks are fierce, this Purple Heaven Palace is an ancient defensive treasure, and it is filled with the top-grade spirit stones I took from you.

In your current deranged and qi-deviated state, even if you exhaust yourself to death and bleed dry, you wouldn't be able to break this turtle shell in three days.

Hearing Ye Xuan's voice, Xia Lengyue's frantic sword strikes abruptly halted.

She stiffly raised her head. That once peerlessly beautiful, coldly noble face was now completely twisted. Bloodstains mixed with tear tracks covered her face, and her disheveled hair clung to her cheeks. Her crimson eyes stared fixedly at Ye Xuan, making her look like a malicious ghost that had just crawled out of the lowest depths of hell.

Ye Xuan...

She glared at him, gnashing her teeth. Her eyes held both monstrous hatred and a suffocating, sickly obsession.

Do you think this turtle shell can protect you forever?

If I can't break it in three days, I'll take thirty days! If thirty days isn't enough, I'll take three years! Three hundred years!

I will guard this door! Let's see if you can hide for a lifetime!

As soon as you dare to come out, as soon as that slut dares to show her face... I will chop her into mincemeat! I'll feed her to the dogs right in front of you!

Looking at her hysterical, cursing demeanor, Ye Xuan not only felt no fear, but instead let out a disdainful laugh, as if he had just heard a joke.

Guard the door?

Senior Sister, your idea isn't bad.

Ye Xuan said this while strolling casually toward the formation stone stele in the center of the hall. His slender fingers gently traced the complex, ancient patterns on it, as if caressing a lover's skin.

If you can truly hold your ground, this Purple Heaven Palace indeed won't be able to withstand your attacks for too long.

After all, the spirit stones will eventually run out.

Hearing this, a trace of frantic hope flashed in Xia Lengyue's despairing eyes, like a drowning person clutching at a final straw.

So you know fear? Then get the hell out here! Kill that woman right now, kneel before me and beg, and perhaps I will...

What a pity.

Ye Xuan interrupted her ruthlessly.

The mocking curve of his lips grew wider, his eyes revealing the cruel amusement of a cat playing with a mouse.

Xia Lengyue.

Since this Purple Heaven Palace is an innate spiritual treasure, how could its abilities be limited to just defense?

Xia Lengyue's pupils shrank abruptly as an ominous premonition surged in her heart. What do you mean?

Ye Xuan didn't answer immediately. Instead, a sudden flash of spiritual light burst from his fingertips, violently injecting into the stone stele.

The entire Purple Heaven Palace suddenly trembled violently, like a slumbering behemoth awakening.

The surrounding space began to twist and distort. Countless profound scriptures materialized in the void, and a massive, heart-palpitating spatial fluctuation swept out instantly, scattering the wind and snow in the sky.

Its core ability, aside from defense, is... teleportation.

The Great Spatial Shift, traversing thousands of miles in an instant.

Ye Xuan looked at the dumbfounded, thunderstruck Xia Lengyue outside the barrier. The smile on his face grew colder, every word piercing her heart.

Why do you think I was so easily found by you?

Do you think that, with my methods, I wouldn't know about the lingering aura on that silver ingot?

Do you think I would be stupid enough to stay in the same place for five days, waiting for you to catch me?

Xia Lengyue's entire body trembled violently. A bone-deep chill shot up from the soles of her feet to the top of her skull, making her feel as if she had plunged into an ice cave.

A terrifying, cruel suspicion surfaced in her mind.

You did it... on purpose?

Her voice trembled, carrying a despair born of disbelief.

Correct.

Ye Xuan snapped his fingers, the crisp sound echoing in the spacious hall. His eyes were filled with malicious pleasure as he tore away his final layer of disguise.

I did it on purpose.

I purposely left clues, purposely waited for you here, and purposely let you see this palace.

All for...

Ye Xuan slowly stepped forward. Separated by the transparent barrier, he was practically face-to-face with Xia Lengyue. He spoke in an extremely gentle, yet extremely cruel tone.

All for letting you personally experience... the joy of eavesdropping.

All for letting you see with your own eyes how the husband you value more than your own life performs beneath another woman.

Pfft!

Xia Lengyue spat out another mouthful of blood, her body swaying precariously.

Murdering the heart.

This was true psychological torment!

It turned out that all of this, from beginning to end, was a trap.

A death trap set specifically to humiliate her, torture her, and take revenge on her!

No... you are so venomous... Ye Xuan, your heart is so venomous!!

Xia Lengyue clawed at the barrier like a madwoman. Her nails scraped against the light curtain with an ear-piercing sound, her broken nails mixing into a bloody mess. She cried out, desperately pounding on that invisible wall.

How could you treat me like this? How could you scheme against me like this? I love you!!

Love?

Ye Xuan sneered, his eyes full of disgust.

He took a step back and returned to Ying'er's side.

Then, right in front of Xia Lengyue, he pulled Ying'er's slender waist into his embrace and even planted a heavy kiss on Ying'er's rosy cheek.

Ying'er, tell this crazy hag where we are going next.

Ying'er was extremely cooperative at this moment.

Although she was somewhat afraid of Xia Lengyue's almost tangible murderous intent, having Ye Xuan backing her up, coupled with the thrill of just having vented her frustrations, allowed her to completely let loose.

She nestled in Ye Xuan's arms, made an extremely provocative face at Xia Lengyue outside the barrier, and said in a coquettish voice:

Oh my, the stench of blood in this place is too heavy, it's giving me a headache.

Master said we are going to change to a place with beautiful scenery to continue being... affectionate.

Master was too fierce just now, leaving me unsatisfied. Next time we need to try a different position...

Shut up! You slut, shut up!

Xia Lengyue felt as if her head was going to explode, her blood vessels on the verge of bursting.

She didn't want to listen, but those filthy words drilled into her ears like venomous snakes, gnawing away at her remaining sanity.

"Alright, I'm done wasting breath on this mad dog."

Ye Xuan waved his hand, as if shooing away a disgusting fly, his eyes devoid of any lingering attachment:

"Sect Master Xia, the scenery here is quite nice. I'll leave you to slowly go crazy in it."

"We will take our leave."

With that said, Ye Xuan slammed his palm against the stone stele, his spiritual energy surging wildly.

"Rise!"

Rumble!

The Zixiao Palace erupted with ten thousand rays of purple light, blindingly bright.

A massive spatial force instantly tore through the void, forming a gigantic, rotating black vortex that swallowed everything.

"No! Don't go! Ye Xuan, you are not allowed to leave!!"

"Stay! Stay here for me!!!"

Xia Lengyue had completely lost her mind.

She recklessly burned her blood essence, even detonating Frost Cold, the natal flying sword that had accompanied her for many years.

"Explode!!!"

Boom!

The spiritual sword shattered, transforming into a terrifying storm of ice that fiercely crashed against the teleporting Zixiao Palace.

However, the Zixiao Palace only swayed slightly.

That layer of flowing purple light seemed to mock her incompetence and pathetic state.

At the final moment.

Through the fading purple light, Xia Lengyue saw Ye Xuan's final look.

There was no love in his eyes, nor was there hate. There was only... the profound relief of finally shedding a burden, and a coldness that felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Goodbye, ex-wife."

His lips moved, silently mouthing those words.

Swish!

With a flash of light.

The towering and massive palace, along with everyone inside, instantly vanished into thin air.

Where the palace had originally stood, there was only a massive crater and freezing snowflakes dancing in the sky.

The wind howled past, sweeping up the lingering snow on the ground.

Between heaven and earth, only the un-dissipated spatial ripples remained, narrating what had just transpired.

Xia Lengyue maintained her forward-pouncing posture, frozen in mid-air.

Then, she fell heavily onto the edge of that deep crater.

Empty.

Empty again.

She had exhausted all her schemes, even burning her lifespan to cast a forbidden technique to rush here.

And the result?

She was humiliated beyond belief.

She could only watch helplessly, once again, as that man disappeared from her sight with the bitch who had just ruined his innocence.

"Hehe..."

"Hehehe..."

Xia Lengyue lay prone in the freezing mud, burying her hands deep into the frozen earth until her knuckles turned white.

She didn't scream anymore.

She didn't cry anymore.

Because in this moment, her heart was completely and utterly dead.

A deathly silence surrounded her.

Snowflakes fell on her tattered red dress, quickly melting from her body heat before freezing into ice again.

She lay there motionless, like a corpse abandoned in the wilderness.

Time ticked by, drop by drop.

One hour.

Two hours.

It wasn't until night fell, darkness shrouding the land, and crows cawed mournfully on dead branches.

Suddenly.

The figure lying on the ground twitched.

"Giggle..."

A bone-chilling laughter squeezed out from the depths of her throat.

At first, it was very quiet, like a rat gnawing on bones.

Slowly, the sound grew louder and more piercing, until it turned into a frantic, maniacal laughter that pierced the night sky.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Xia Lengyue slowly climbed up from the ground.

Her movements were stiff and grotesque, her joints making crisp cracking sounds, as if she were a manipulated puppet.

She slowly raised her head.

In that instant, her originally ink-black hair began to turn white from the roots at a visible speed.

Inch by inch, it turned to snow, withered like ash.

In the blink of an eye, her three thousand strands of black hair had all turned white.

And her eyes.

Those eyes that were once as clear as autumn water and brimming with love.

Now, the whites of her eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a bottomless, pitch-black abyss. And in the deepest part of that darkness burned two clusters of eerie green ghost fire, flickering with a bizarre light.

That was... falling to the demonic path.

A complete and utter descent into madness.

"So that's how it is..."

"So that's how it is..."

Xia Lengyue stuck out her crimson tongue and licked the dried blood on her lips. Her voice was hoarse, yet it carried an unprecedented calmness and ultimate evil:

"Ye Xuan..."

"You did well."

"You did very well."

She reached out her hand, looking at her palms covered in mud and blood, and a sickeningly morbid, terrifying arc curled at the corner of her mouth:

"I used to always think that as long as I did well enough, as long as I loved you enough, as long as I made up for the mistakes of my past life... you would forgive me, you would change your mind."

"I carefully held you in my hands, afraid you would break, afraid you would melt."

"I didn't dare to force you, didn't dare to lock you up, and didn't even dare to cast the Heart-Binding Curse too heavily."

"But what was the result?"

"My tolerance was met with your unbridled arrogance."

"My deep affection was met with your trampling and humiliation."

"My preservation of my purity was met with you sleeping with that bitch!"

Boom!

A surge of black demonic aura erupted from her body, piercing straight into the clouds and instantly dyeing the surrounding pristine snow pitch-black.

The withered trees nearby, corroded by this terrifying aura, instantly turned to dust and scattered in the wind.

"Hehehe..."

Xia Lengyue stroked her white hair, the ghost fire in her eyes dancing even more joyously, as if celebrating a newly born demon:

"Since that is the case..."

"Then why should I still beg for your forgiveness?"

"What use is forgiveness?"

"The heart... is the most useless thing of all."

"Since I cannot get your heart..."

"Then I don't want it anymore."

She clenched her fist fiercely, her nails piercing her palms. Drops of black demonic blood fell, corroding the earth:

"I want your person."

"I want your body."

"I want to turn you into a puppet who only knows how to breathe, who only looks at me, and who only feels me."

"Run?"

"Where can you possibly run?"

She stared at the empty crater, laughing maniacally:

"The Zixiao Palace can teleport once, but can it teleport a hundred times?"

"This world is only so big. As long as I turn over every inch of land, as long as I kill every living person..."

"You will, eventually, fall into my hands."