Senior Sister is the Death-Dealing Ghost

Ye Xuan, carrying a heavy bag of spirit stones in his robe, left Cold Moon Peak in a daze.

He returned to the shantytown where the handyman disciples lived.

The environment here was dirty and messy, and the spiritual energy was thin. It was inhabited by a group of bottom-dwellers lingering at death's door in this great sect just for their dream of cultivating immortality.

"Yo, isn't this our popular Ye Xuan?"

Just as Ye Xuan walked to the door of his dilapidated hut, his path was blocked by four ruffian-like handyman disciples.

The leader was named Pockmark Wang, at the second level of Qi Refining. Relying on his slight cultivation base, he often bullied newcomers.

Pockmark Wang looked at Ye Xuan with a face full of jealousy. "I heard you've latched onto that genius Core Disciple Xia lately? Tsk tsk, what good luck. Running to Cold Moon Peak every day, who knows if you're going there to sweep the floor or warm her bed?"

A burst of wretched laughter erupted from the surroundings.

"Exactly, why don't you take a piss and look at your own reflection. A piece of trash with a five-element spirit root, what right do you have to gain Fairy Xia's favor?"

"Ye Xuan, I heard Fairy Xia rewarded you with a lot of good stuff? Us brothers are a bit tight on resources for cultivation lately, how about lending us some to spend?"

Saying that, Pockmark Wang reached out to grab the silk pouch in Ye Xuan's robes.

Ye Xuan's eyes turned cold.

However, he knew that his current strength was completely insignificant.

But he was not afraid.

Because he had long keenly sensed that, although he was at the foot of the mountain right now, the feeling of being peeped at still existed.

Xia Lengyue's divine sense was monitoring his every move!

Therefore, Ye Xuan made a decision.

He suddenly took a step back, tightly protecting the spirit stones in his arms, and revealed just the right amount of anger on his face.

"Pockmark Wang! What do you want to do?"

"Let me tell you, this was given to me by Core Disciple Xia! She values me very much and even said I am an old friend of hers. If you dare to touch me, Senior Sister Xia will absolutely not let you off!"

Since you want to play the role of a deeply affectionate person, then I will borrow your power.

If you are really watching, I don't believe you can endure others bullying your darling.

Pockmark Wang froze for a moment, then burst into loud laughter. "Using a woman as a shield? Ye Xuan, you really are a coward! What kind of figure is Core Disciple Xia? She just treats you like a dog to order around, and you really think you're a big shot? Brothers, get him! Let him know the rules of the outer sect!"

Several people swarmed up, punching and kicking Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan did not resist. He only protected his head, letting them snatch away the spirit stone pouch, and even rolled a few times on the ground, looking extremely miserable.

"Bah! Pauper!"

Pockmark Wang tossed the spirit stones in his hand and spat with satisfaction. "Learn to be smart in the future. If you have good things, remember to offer them to your grandpas first!"

The few people swaggered away.

Ye Xuan climbed up from the ground and patted the dust off his body. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up in the direction of Cold Moon Peak.

There was no anger in his eyes, only a deep sense of probing.

"What will you do? Xia Lengyue."

Only the time it takes an incense stick to burn had passed.

A black stream of light suddenly flashed across the horizon, so fast that it was impossible to catch.

Immediately after, several extremely miserable screams came from the east side of the shantytown!

"Ah! My legs! My legs are broken!"

"Spare us! Fairy, spare our lives! We will never dare to do it again!"

"Who is it? Ahhhhh!"

The screams were heart-wrenching, making all the handyman disciples in the entire shantytown shiver in fear. No one dared to go out and check.

A moment later.

Ye Xuan's door was gently knocked.

"Ye Xuan."

Xia Lengyue's familiar voice came from outside the door, only this time, the voice carried a lingering scent of blood.

Ye Xuan took a deep breath and opened the door.

He saw Xia Lengyue standing outside the door, wearing an immaculate black dress, only the tips of her hair were tainted with an extremely faint trace of red aura.

She was holding the snatched pouch in her hand.

"You dropped your things."

Xia Lengyue placed the pouch in Ye Xuan's hand. Her tone was gentle, yet it sent shivers down one's spine. "Keep it well next time, don't lose it again."

Ye Xuan looked at the recovered spirit stones, his hands trembling slightly.

"Senior Sister... they..." Ye Xuan stammered.

Xia Lengyue reached out and gently helped Ye Xuan adjust his messy collar. Her fingertips were icy cold.

"A few buzzing flies were too noisy, so I taught them a lesson."

She said it casually.

Then, she raised her head. Those deep eyes stared directly at Ye Xuan, and a nearly morbid possessiveness flashed in the depths of her eyes.

"Ye Xuan, you are my person."

"In this sect, other than me, no one is allowed to bully you."

"Similarly, other than me, you are not allowed to look at anyone or talk to anyone. Do you understand?"

Ye Xuan sighed, showing a look of overwhelming gratitude on his face, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Senior Sister! Ye Xuan will never forget Senior Sister's great kindness to me!"

Xia Lengyue looked at his humble appearance and nodded in satisfaction.

"Cultivate well, don't let me down."

After saying that, she turned around, transformed into a stream of light, and left.

When she completely disappeared, Ye Xuan closed the door, leaned his back against the door panel, and slowly slid down to sit slumped on the ground.

His hands were still shaking.

Not because he was moved, but out of fear.

"Lunatic... an absolute lunatic."

Ye Xuan muttered to himself.

In that instant just now, he clearly felt a strong aura of malevolence from Xia Lengyue. That was a malevolent aura that could only be condensed after killing thousands of people.

"It's confirmed, it's her, just not the Xia Lengyue from the very beginning, but the one who fell into the demonic path. The Xia Lengyue who seized the True Phoenix Heart."

"If I guess correctly, her psychology is completely twisted now."

"She treats me as that perfect husband who died to protect her. Her kindness to me now is a kind of compensation, and also a kind of imprisonment."

"If she finds out that I actually don't want to be with her, and even want to escape from her..."

Ye Xuan shuddered.

That would mean certain death.

"I must think of a way to protect myself."

Ye Xuan's brain worked rapidly. "Her kindness to me now is built on guilt and the fact that I am a piece of trash. If I show too much ambition or strength, she will become suspicious instead, and might even think I've changed, no longer that simple fool who loved her."

"So, I have to keep acting. Act like a mortal with no great ambitions, who only wants a wife, kids, and a warm bed."

Ye Xuan made up his mind.

He spoke loudly to himself in the empty room.

"Sigh, that scared me to death. The cultivation world is really too dangerous, people get their arms and legs broken at the drop of a hat. With my five-element spirit root, my life will just be like this."

"Although Senior Sister Xia is good, she is an immortal after all, how could I ever climb so high to be worthy of her."

"I'd better save up some spirit stones, and when I'm old, find a chance to go down the mountain and return to the mortal world to be a wealthy man."

After saying that, he pulled the blanket over his head and went straight to sleep.

But he knew that the gaze watching him did not move away for the entire night.

Early the next morning.

Sporting two dark circles under his eyes, Ye Xuan arrived at Cold Moon Peak as usual to clean.

Today, Xia Lengyue actually did not wear her eternal black dress, but instead changed into a pale pink immortal flowing skirt, and even applied some light makeup to her face.

This added a trace of charming coquettishness to her originally cold and aloof temperament.

This was clearly a woman dressing up for the one she likes.

But in Ye Xuan's eyes, this was simply a life-claiming demon wearing painted skin.

"You're here?"

Xia Lengyue sat by the stone table, brewing tea. She pointed to the seat opposite her. "Sit."

Ye Xuan acted overwhelmed by the favor. "I wouldn't dare."

"Sit when I tell you to." Xia Lengyue frowned slightly.

Ye Xuan could only bite the bullet and sit down, only daring to rest half his weight on the seat.

Xia Lengyue poured him a cup of spirit tea and feigned nonchalance as she asked, "I gave you spirit stones yesterday. Did you cultivate properly when you went back?"

Ye Xuan held the teacup, gave a bitter smile, and shook his head. "To answer Senior Sister, I did. But... sigh."

He reached out his hand, displaying the pitifully weak fluctuations of spiritual energy within his body.

"I am still only at the first level of Qi Condensation. And this was only achieved by forcing it with the Qi Gathering Pills you gave me, Senior Sister. My aptitude... is truly a lost cause."

Xia Lengyue sent out her divine sense to investigate and confirmed he was indeed only at the first level of Qi Condensation.

A complex look flashed through her eyes. There was disappointment, but also an inexplicable sense of relief.

She was disappointed that he wouldn't be able to accompany her in eternal life, yet relieved that he remained weak and could only depend on her.

"It matters not," Xia Lengyue said indifferently. "With your aptitude, cultivating immortality is indeed difficult. As long as you stay by my side, even if you don't cultivate, I can protect you and keep you safe for a lifetime."

"Senior Sister is truly righteous."

Ye Xuan put down his teacup, a trace of longing flashing in his eyes. "Actually, I thought about it all night. I don't really have any great ambitions. Cultivating is too bitter and tiring, and there's the constant danger of losing my life. I was thinking of just muddling along in the sect for a few decades and saving up some money."

Xia Lengyue raised an eyebrow. "And then?"

A wretched, knowing smile that all men would understand appeared on Ye Xuan's face as he rubbed his hands together. "And then I'll apply to leave the mountain and return to the mortal realm. I'll buy a few hundred acres of land and build a grand mansion."

Chuckling, he continued, "Then I'll find a matchmaker to get me eight or ten beautiful wives. I won't seek any immortal destiny anymore; I'll just have a whole bunch of kids and enjoy the blessings of having multiple wives. That wouldn't be a wasted life, right, Senior Sister?"

Crack.

The jade teacup in Xia Lengyue's hand instantly crumbled into powder.

Boiling tea flowed down her fair fingers, but she felt no pain.

The surrounding temperature plummeted to freezing.

The spirit cranes on Cold Moon Peak sensed the killing intent and flew away in fright.

Ye Xuan's heart pounded wildly, but he forced himself to maintain that wretched, longing expression, pretending to be ignorant as he asked, "Senior Sister? What's wrong? The cup... broke?"

She slowly raised her head. Those eyes that had just been disguised as being as gentle as water were now bloodshot, her gaze so terrifying it looked as if she wanted to devour him.

Eight or ten wives?

Big hips for bearing children?

Kids old enough to run errands?

Every single word was like a poisoned blade, madly stabbing into Xia Lengyue's already riddled heart.

In their past life, he had kept himself pure for her, having only her as his woman until the day he died.

In this life, he actually wanted to find other women? And a whole bunch of them?

Jealousy.

Insane jealousy grew wildly like weeds, instantly swallowing her rationality.