Time flies like an arrow, and as time passed, the sounds in the clearing within the mountains gradually weakened until they disappeared completely, leaving only a faint, extremely weak breath echoing in the air.
At this moment, on the stained, large wooden bed in the clearing, several kinds of fishy smells intertwined and converged in the air, forming a peculiar odor that permeated the air.
Xing Su was slumped on the wooden bed, her hot breath escaping with her weak gasps. The strange sensations emanating from her body left her mind blank. Xing Su
stared blankly at the sky, her beautiful eyes extremely dry, her tears long since dried, leaving only two faint tear tracks on her fair cheeks with a slight rosy tint. If one's state of mind could be manifested, Xing Su's heart at this moment would be a desolate and bleak wasteland, utterly dark, filled with a sense of despair.
At this moment, a deep sense of weakness emanated from the depths of Xing Su's body, leaving her feeling limp and powerless. Her battle qi was also incredibly weak, lacking its previous sharpness.
Xing Su knew where this weakness came from; it was the feeling she experienced when her Dou Di bloodline power was destroyed. She felt exactly the same way after her bloodline was destroyed last time, a feeling she would never forget. However, she never imagined that she would experience this unparalleled weakness again in her lifetime.
Xing Su felt as if fate had played a cruel joke on her. When she was a cripple in her clan, every day was filled with utter despair, as if she were constantly in an abyss.
Only after the ancestral earthen pot was activated, restoring her bloodline and talent, did her world regain its light, allowing her to feel as if she had escaped that despairing abyss. But now, she had been pushed back into that dark, empty abyss, this time for good, with no hope of redemption.
Xing Su wondered if the world had abandoned her. Why were so many hardships beingfall her, making her feel like she was living a life worse than death?
Xing Su slowly turned her head, looking at Hun Changqing, who was neatly dressed, completely wrapped in a black robe, revealing only his stunningly beautiful face. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
Xing Su was indifferent to appearance. Influenced by her clan, she always believed that only one's own strength was the most important thing in this world. No matter how beautiful one's appearance, without strength, one would ultimately turn into a pile of bones.
Moreover, she was aloof and indifferent to matters of love and sex. Apart from being very concerned about her own strength and her brother's affairs, she always coldly rejected and ignored those handsome and talented geniuses who pursued her.
However, when Hun Changqing assaulted her and removed his black robe, even she was stunned. He possessed an unreal beauty, as if this person shouldn't exist in the mortal realm. Xing Su couldn't deny that while Hun Changqing's actions filled her with righteous hatred, his appearance was truly unlike anything she had ever seen.
Even though she had been facing that face for some time and was quite familiar with it, seeing it again unintentionally afterward still gave her a sense of awe.
However, Xing Su's gaze only lingered for a moment before returning to its previous state, a deep hatred flashing within her eyes. Although Hun Changqing was extremely handsome, Xing Su was a resolute and rational person. She wouldn't forget what Hun Changqing had done to her just because of his appearance. This hatred could only be quelled by tearing Hun Changqing to pieces!
Xing Su's heart was filled with murderous intent. She then lightly wiped her lips with her jade-like hand, removing some foreign matter from her lips and the corners of her mouth. Looking at the residue she had wiped away from her lips, Xing Su felt another surge of rage. Doing *that* with her was bad enough, but to force her to… Damn bastard! Ghost! You will die!
Xing Su roared inwardly, her chest heaving violently. Because of her anger, her already flushed face became even redder, a deep crimson.
Hun Changqing, however, ignored Xing Su. In his view, Xing Su's bloodline had been destroyed, and she was currently in a weakened state. Even if she harbored strong murderous intent towards him, it would not pose any threat to him.
At this moment, he was frowning, sensing the weakened Taiyin True Qi within his body due to the disappearance of the strange phenomenon. Hun Changqing was also in a weakened state at this time. The circulation of Taiyin True Qi within him was extremely sluggish, and its power had been greatly reduced, making him very uncomfortable.
In his current state, forging the Yin Soul Banner was unrealistic. It seemed he could only recuperate for a while until his strength recovered before he could begin forging it and then head to the cave of the Qianmu Saint.
Intending to recuperate, Hun Changqing immediately summoned the Taiyin Black Death Wood. As a swirling black mist around him, the ground trembled violently. Countless black wooden strips burst forth from the earth, intertwining and entwining. Moments later, a black wooden villa appeared before Hun Changqing.
Hun Changqing looked at the villa and nodded in satisfaction. This was a small villa he had pieced together based on his memories from his previous life. In the prime locations of his past life, it could easily fetch tens of millions.
If Hun Changqing could ever return, he thought he could buy some land and become a real estate developer. Of course, whether the deathly aura emanating from the house made of Taiyin Black Death Wood would affect ordinary people was something Hun Changqing didn't know; once the house was sold, no responsibility was assumed. Xingxiu stared at the strangely designed house Hun Changqing had created, initially taken aback by its novelty. However, she quickly recovered and, seeing Hun Changqing slowly approaching the house, a sudden chill ran through her. A bad premonition gripped her, and she forcefully pushed herself up from the wooden bed, her voice trembling as she said,
"Youhun! You've already satisfied your disgusting desires. Instead of hurrying to find the cave of the Qianmu Saint, what else do you want to do?"
Xingxiu's voice instantly made Hun Changqing head towards the villa... He paused, his brows furrowed in thought, then relaxed. He turned and walked to Xing Su, a half-smile playing on his lips as he gazed at her graceful, slender figure. He then said mockingly,
"Rest here for a while. I'm not in a hurry for the Holy One Qianmu's cave. You'll have to make do for a while. We've already had our first time, so a few more won't hurt. What do you say, hehehehe..."
With a sinister laugh, Hun Changqing grabbed Xing Su, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and slowly walked into the dark villa.
"Bastard! You Hun, you deserve to die! Put me down! Don't touch me! Ah!"
Xing Su struggled frantically on Hun Changqing's shoulder. However, because her bloodline power was destroyed and she was weakened, and her battle qi was sealed by Hun Changqing, she could only pound on his back with her slender arms and kick him with her jade legs.
However, having just finished an overexertion, Xing Su's struggles caused Hun Changqing no trouble whatsoever. On the contrary, feeling Xing Su's soft, delicate body constantly struggling, Hun Changqing's lustful desires rose once more.
Glancing at the restless Xing Su on his shoulder, a wicked glint flashed in Hun Changqing's eyes, and a strange smile appeared on his face. Since he had another idea, Hun Changqing wouldn't wrong himself. In any case, he needed a period of recuperation during his weakened state, and taking pills wouldn't be very effective. He might as well make Xing Su suffer a little longer. Anyway, a Dou Zun's physical body was extremely strong, and nothing would go wrong.
Then, completely ignoring Xing Su's violent struggles, he transformed into a streak of black light and disappeared into the villa. A moment later, melodious and pleasant sounds once again emanated from within the villa.
...
Time flew by quickly, and a month passed quietly. Inside the small, incongruous villa standing in the empty space, in a modern yet monotonously black room, only Xing Su remained. Xing Su
stood quietly before the window, gazing at the mountains stretching to the horizon, her expression somewhat dazed. Her beautiful, star-like eyes held a deep sense of bewilderment.
A slight blush graced her cheeks, and her exquisitely beautiful body was draped only in a thin, transparent black veil, creating a hazy, alluring beauty that stirred lust and almost unleashed animalistic desires.
Xing Su had just finished a discussion with Hun Changqing about the meaning of life. Hun Changqing had already left the room to nourish his Yin True Qi. After a month of recuperation, Hun Changqing's condition had almost fully recovered. He only needed to nourish his Yin True Qi for a few more days to return to his peak condition and begin refining the Yin Soul Banner.
Xing Su, however, was lost in deep confusion after Hun Changqing left. She stood blankly by the window, filled with self-doubt. She couldn't believe that the woman who had just been in such a shameful position on the bed behind her was herself.
And she, who should have hated Hun Changqing, had actually succumbed to his advances on that bed, unable to extricate herself. This was utterly unbelievable to Xing Su. Her heart told her she couldn't do this, but her body acted involuntarily… For a moment, Xing Su felt an intense hatred for herself.