Chapter 57: The Yandere Turns

What should I do?!

What can I do?!

Su Meiyin had always been confident.

She had always been able to read Pei Xianyun perfectly.

Otherwise, how could someone groomed to become a Sect Master have been so thoroughly bewitched and seduced by her?

How could she have been driven to beg for pleasure?

When she first arrived, she hadn’t even bothered making careful preparations.

All she needed was her puppet body to seduce Pei Xianyun again.

The woman would obediently comply, just like before.

She would trap the Emperor and the Zun inside the Six Desires Life Realm of the Six Desires Turbid World Scroll.

And then—

She could do whatever she wanted.

She could torture the Jian Zun to death within the illusion.

She could flay the Demon Emperor who had betrayed their clan.

She could deal with that precious Shen Qingyi…

Pei Xianyun should have agreed to anything she asked.

So why?

Did she change her heart?

Su Meiyin didn’t know.

Her puppet body was bound by the Six Desires God-Sealing Chains.

She couldn’t even send her Divine Sense into it to gather information.

And now—

She had only one path left.

Death.

Such a terrifying word.

She had taken countless lives.

She knew exactly what death felt like.

She could accept dying.

But not now.

Not when she still had ambitions left unfinished.

She still had to kill the Jian Zun.

Still had to bind the Demon Emperor.

Still had to revive the Demon Clan and let the Demon Territory swallow the entire Shenzhou Continent.

She still wanted to—

Ask Pei Xianyun whether she still loved her.

How ridiculous.

She had been the one to provoke that woman first.

She had snared Pei Xianyun’s heart.

Yet over the years… she herself had fallen.

Do I crave her touch?

Or was it those pitiful eyes when I left her years ago that pierced my heart?

Who fell first?

What is the answer?

She didn’t know.

She couldn’t think anymore.

Because Bai Luoshuang’s heaven-cleaving sword had already fallen.

Sword Qi split the sky like a rainbow tearing through the firmament.

Bang—!

The formation shattered.

It collapsed like a massive net consumed by wildfire.

The demonic array markings flickered and disintegrated into nothing.

Bai Luoshuang immediately searched for Su Meiyin.

She locked onto a fleeing silhouette.

“Hmph. Trying to run?”

Her fingers tightened around the hilt.

The silver tassel trembled.

Her Crossing Tribulation Sword Intent condensed—

Man and sword became one.

She transformed into a streak of frost-white sword light and pursued.

Cold.

Bone-piercing cold.

It descended upon the city.

Eaves, streets, bluestone slabs—all frost spread over them.

Autumn seemed to plunge straight into winter.

Su Meiyin felt the Sword Intent closing in behind her.

She ran.

Desperately.

If her pursuer had been Pei Xianyun, she might have threatened the mortals in the city to negotiate survival.

But this was Bai Luoshuang.

Threats would only waste time.

Bai Luoshuang would kill her instantly to minimize casualties.

So she ran.

Recklessly.

Her Yao Power erupted.

She revealed her true form—

A nine-tailed red fox over five meters tall.

She sprinted across the city walls and leapt outward.

Then—

A voice like a funeral bell echoed behind her.

The cry of a sword pierced her ears.

Her fox pupils contracted.

Puchi—!

Blood sprayed like red plum blossoms against falling snow.

Thud.

With a single strike, the massive fox collapsed into a pool of blood.

Bai Luoshuang stood over her, flicking blood from her blade.

She hadn’t killed her.

Not yet.

There was still information to extract.

But Su Meiyin wasn’t done.

A refined power surged within her.

Her wounds began to knit together.

Blood flowed back.

“Oh?”

Bai Luoshuang watched calmly.

Su Meiyin struggled upright.

Her body trembled violently.

“Human… witness the secret art of my Tianqiu Fox Clan!” she rasped.

“Witness the Fox Spirit Origin!”

Her aura surged again.

A colossal nine-tailed fox phantom rose behind her.

But—

Before she could attack—

An even greater phantom manifested in the distance.

Above the Sect Master’s Hall of Yushenzong.

Snow-white fur.

Towering over the mountain peak.

Its vertical pupils gazed down coldly.

No sound.

Just one glance.

Instantly, Su Meiyin’s phantom collapsed.

Her suppressed injuries exploded.

Puchi—!

She spat blood and fell.

Completely powerless.

Bai Luoshuang glanced toward Yushenzong.

A flicker of displeasure crossed her eyes.

She hoisted Su Meiyin with her sword and flew back.

Thud.

Su Meiyin, reverted to human form, was tossed onto the floor.

Her meridians were shattered.

She lay bleeding, barely conscious.

Cold ravaged her body.

She couldn’t even curl up.

Just as her vision darkened—

A hand appeared before her.

Holding a pill.

She looked up.

Pei Xianyun.

Pink robes.

Hair in a neat bun.

A victorious smile curved her lips—

But her eyes…

Her eyes were full of pain.

And something darker.

Seeing Su Meiyin hesitate, Pei Xianyun force-fed her the pill and pressed her palm against her chest, channeling spiritual power to refine it.

She gently touched Su Meiyin’s blood-streaked face.

Wiped away the blood from her lips.

Then—

Licked it from her thumb.

Her cheeks flushed faintly red.

Her smile turned sickly.

“Meiyin,” she said softly.

“You won’t be able to run anymore.”

Su Meiyin trembled.

Now she understood.

It wasn’t that Pei Xianyun had stopped loving her.

It was that her love had become twisted.

Obsessive.

Pathological.

A cage.

She was no longer a lover.

She was prey.

And she would be imprisoned for the rest of her life.