Soul Changqing pressed down hard on the main soul's head. Whether driven by personal grudges or not, Soul Changqing conjured a vortex of Yin True Qi in his hand.
He then pressed it down hard on the main soul's head. The main soul, about to attack Xingxiu, instantly dissipated its energy upon receiving Soul Changqing's pressure, erupting in a terrified and painful howl.
Xingxiu closed her beautiful eyes, awaiting death. However, after a while, she didn't feel the expected pain. Instead, she heard a sharp, mournful howl and smelled a cold, faint fragrance.
Xingxiu opened her beautiful eyes in confusion. Before her stood Soul Changqing, dressed in black and emanating an evil aura.
At this moment, because the main soul was about to attack Xingxiu, Hun Changqing was positioned in front of it, extremely close to Xingxiu, almost touching it. The faint fragrance Xingxiu smelled was emanating from Hun Changqing.
Xingxiu stared blankly at Hun Changqing, who was so close to her, for a moment. Then, seeing the main soul pressed down in Hun Changqing's perfect, white hand, Xingxiu's tense nerves, which had been strained by impending death, suddenly relaxed.
Although she had prepared herself for death, it was truly difficult to remain calm when death actually came, especially for a woman like Xingxiu whose heart was filled with obsession.
She had felt extremely unwilling, but she was helpless against the main soul's powerful attack. She could only accept it calmly, burying her resentment and regret in her heart, letting them dissipate completely with her death.
However, upon realizing she had been saved by Hun Changqing at the brink of death, Xingxiu felt an indescribable joy welling up within her, a glimmer of relief at surviving a near-death experience flashing in her beautiful eyes.
Although the life-or-death crisis Xingxiu had faced was entirely caused by Hun Changqing—the strange soul was created by him—when Xingxiu was truly on the verge of death,
the sight of Hun Changqing appearing before her and suppressing the strange soul to prevent it from harming her, regardless of his reasons, stirred a powerful ripple within her heart.
A strange emotion, beyond mere desire, surged within Xingxiu towards Hun Changqing, like a raging storm crashing against the shore, causing her heart to tremble violently and making it difficult for her to calm down.
In that instant, desire, hatred, murderous intent, and that strange emotion all mingled together within Xingxiu's heart, twisting and disrupting her entire being.
Coupled with the despair she felt before her death, and the relief and joy of surviving that followed, Xing Su, whose nerves were already fragile due to the torment she had endured for dozens of days, completely broke down.
In an instant, the various emotions within Xing Su, due to her already collapsed nerves, could no longer be suppressed. They surged out from within her like a bursting dam, completely venting in one moment.
Xing Su's delicate body went limp, collapsing to the ground. Hot tears instantly streamed down her face. Kneeling limply on the cold ground, Xing Su wept bitterly, completely unlike the arrogant and murderous Xing Su she had been before. She seemed like a completely different person, now resembling a delicate flower. Xingxiu reached out her jade-like hand, one hand gripping Hun Changqing's black robe tightly, while the other frantically pounded on Hun Changqing's body beneath the robe, crying out in a hoarse voice,
"Why did you save me? Why won't you let me die like this! Ah! Why... Waaah... Why are you torturing me like this! How much better it would have been if I had just died like this... I'm so tired... Waaah..."
Xingxiu's cries instantly caused Hun Changqing, whose expression had relaxed somewhat after timely stopping the main soul and saving Xingxiu, to furrow his brows again.
Looking at Xingxiu, who was now slumped at his feet, frantically tearing at his black robe and pounding his thighs, a hint of impatience flashed in Hun Changqing's eyes.
He was already in a bad mood because of the main soul, and now Xingxiu's cacophony of cries only made him more irritable.
Although Hun Changqing wanted to calm Xingxiu down, he couldn't afford to lash out. Xingxiu was clearly in a state of complete collapse, and using the same threatening methods as before would only backfire.
Hun Changqing slowly squatted down, reached out, and gently stroked Xingxiu's back, forcibly suppressing his agitation and trying to make his voice sound gentle as he softly comforted Xingxiu.
"Xingxiu, you don't need to be like this. Although we are not husband and wife in name, we have lived as husband and wife in reality. How could I bear to kill you? After some time, once you take me to the cave of the Drywood Saint, I will no longer make things difficult for you, how about that? At that time, your brother will naturally be safe and sound, and you can reunite with him."
Xingxiu felt Hun Changqing's gentle movements on her back, and especially after hearing Hun Changqing say the word "husband and wife" in such a gentle tone, her body trembled violently, her pupils contracted and dilated sharply, and her jade hand gripping Hun Changqing's black robe tightened even more, her fingers turning slightly bluish-white. A look of panic appeared on her face, which was buried in Hun Changqing's black robe.
In Xingxiu's memory, Hun Changqing had always been extremely brutal and tyrannical. His ruthlessness, viciousness, and evil were so great that even Xingxiu herself felt inferior to him.
But for a moment, Hun Changqing's gentleness towards her left her somewhat bewildered. This stark contrast between the two extremes gave Xing Su an indescribable shock, making her feel utterly incredulous.
Hun Changqing's gentleness made Xing Su feel that this Hun Changqing was truly good... so good...
In an instant, the pent-up resentment that had been building up inside Xing Su, which she could never express, erupted. Xing Su could no longer care about anything else; she buried herself in Hun Changqing's black robe and burst into tears.