Ling Xiya desperately wanted to prove herself.
She instinctively raised her hand, wanting to mobilize the Holy Power that once resided within her body.
However, when she concentrated her mind and tried to guide that power toward her palm, she only felt a weak, almost negligible warm current crawling through her body with great difficulty.
Finally, it condensed at her fingertip into a small, dim, and flickering golden spot of light, as if a single breath of wind could blow it away.
“This… This is…”
Ling Xiya’s eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at the pitiful speck of light on her fingertip.
The blazing fire that had just ignited in her heart felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it.
It was extinguished instantly, leaving behind nothing but a piercing chill and immense disappointment.
How could this be?
Where was her power?
Where was her Holy Power?
No, that’s not right!
She needed power!
She needed a powerful strength to protect her Master!
If she had lost even her power, how could she stop those who coveted her Master?
How could she be worthy of staying by her Master’s side?
A wave of overwhelming panic and powerlessness submerged Ling Xiya.
Her body began to tremble slightly, her face turned pale, and the sharp light that had just flickered in her eyes dimmed.
It was replaced by a deep sense of loss and a hint of despair.
She did not even dare to look up into Isayat’s eyes.
She was afraid of seeing even the slightest hint of disappointment or… abandonment in those deep, mesmerizing orbs.
“Master… I…”
Ling Xiya’s voice carried a sob, filled with self-blame and fear.
“I’m sorry… Xiya… Xiya has become useless… even my Holy Power is… is almost gone… I… how can I still protect you…”
Her shoulders slumped, and her originally tense body became weak, like a flower about to wither in a gale.
She felt like a piece of trash, a waste who could not even complete her most important mission.
Just as Ling Xiya fell into deep self-negation and was on the verge of a breakdown, a pair of warm and soft arms gently wrapped around her waist.
Ling Xiya was slightly startled.
Her stiff body instinctively wanted to curl up, but she was pulled closer by those arms, gently yet irresistibly.
A familiar scent, with a faint sweetness and a trace of an elusive dark aura, enveloped her.
It was Isayat’s scent, making her feel both safe and infatuated.
She slowly raised her head and met Isayat’s smiling eyes.
Different from the disappointment she had imagined, Isayat’s eyes were filled with… pity?
No, it wasn’t pity.
It was a deeper, more aggressive tenderness.
It was as if she were looking at a long-lost treasure, with a hint of playfulness and a sense of absolute possession.
“Silly Xiya.”
Isayat’s voice was as soft as a feather brushing against the heart.
She reached out and gently caressed Ling Xiya’s pale cheek.
Her fingertips were cool, yet they miraculously calmed Ling Xiya’s restless heart.
“What does it matter if the Holy Power is gone? That kind of power is better off discarded anyway.”
“But… without power, how can I protect you…”
Ling Xiya choked out, tears welling in her eyes.
“Protect me?”
Isayat let out a soft chuckle, her laughter filled with charm.
“My Xiya, you seem to have it backwards. It should be me protecting you. However…”
Her tone shifted as the arm around Ling Xiya’s waist tightened, pressing Ling Xiya’s entire body firmly against her own.
The distance between them was so close that they could feel each other’s heartbeats.
Ling Xiya could even smell the warm breath exhaled from Isayat’s mouth.
Ling Xiya’s heart rate suddenly accelerated.
Her cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and her body became burning hot.
Master… Master is hugging her?
Master is looking at her from this close?
Immense joy and shyness struck her nerves, making her almost forget her previous loss.
“However,”
Isayat’s gaze became deep.
She lowered her head slightly, her nose nearly touching Ling Xiya’s.
“If you really want power that badly… the power to protect me…”
Her voice dropped lower, carrying a bewitching magic: “Then, I will give it to you.”
“Give… give it to me?”
Ling Xiya looked blankly at the exquisite face inches away, not understanding what Isayat meant.
What was her Master going to give her?
In the next second, her question was answered.
Isayat tilted her head slightly, and her soft lips gently covered Ling Xiya’s lips.
!!!
Ling Xiya’s mind instantly went blank.
The blood in her entire body seemed to freeze at that moment, only to surge wildly a second later.
Master… Master is kissing her?!
This wasn’t a dream!
That soft touch, that warm breath, and that aggressive tenderness… they were all real!
Ling Xiya’s body stiffened instantly, her eyes wide open, unable to believe everything happening before her.
But her heart, her soul, was screaming wildly, longing, and sinking into it.
This was her Master’s kiss!
Her most beloved Master had taken the initiative to kiss her!
An immense sense of happiness and belonging drowned all her reason and instinct.
Her stiff body gradually relaxed.
She even instinctively tilted her head back slightly, clumsily responding to this sudden kiss.
At that moment, a pure, majestic energy, filled with endless temptation and formidable strength, began to flow from Isayat’s lips and teeth into Ling Xiya’s mouth.
It wasn’t cold; instead, it carried a strange warmth, sliding down her throat and flowing into her four limbs and every bone.
Wherever it passed, the originally dried up and blocked meridians seemed to be instantly cleared.
A sense of unprecedented comfort and fulfillment swept through Ling Xiya’s entire body.
That was… the Demon King’s Energy!
After a brief moment of clarity, Ling Xiya’s consciousness was completely consumed by the ultimate pleasure brought by this power.
She felt her parched body like land receiving rain after a long drought, greedily absorbing this powerful Dark Energy.
Faced with this Dark Energy, the originally weak Holy Power was like a firefly encountering a bright moon.
It was instantly assimilated and absorbed, transformed into a stronger and purer darkness.
Her body began to emit a faint black halo.
Deep within her eyes, a shade of deep dark pink seemed to appear.
Her power was recovering at a rapid pace—no, it wasn’t just recovering; it was skyrocketing at an alarming speed!
It was several times stronger than her Holy Power at its peak!
This power… feels so good… so warm… so strong…
Ling Xiya let out a suppressed, kitten-like moan.
Her body went completely limp in Isayat’s arms, and she could only remain standing by leaning on Isayat for support.
Her eyes became blurred, her cheeks were crimson, and her breathing became rapid.
This wasn’t just an infusion of power; it felt more like a fusion and marking on a soulful level.
She could feel that the connection between her and her Master had become tighter.
She could clearly feel Isayat’s emotions, the flow of her power, and even… the domineering possessiveness belonging to the Demon King hidden beneath that gentle exterior.
And this made her feel incredibly excited and satisfied.
Sensing the softening and sinking of the person in her arms, a satisfied smile curled on Isayat’s lips.
She exerted a slight force, deepening the kiss and accelerating the energy transfer…