CHAPTER 335: CHAPTER 305: ROLE-PLAYING, THE BATTLE IS IMMINENT

Bedroom.

Light silk rippled, curtains fluttering.

Upon a bed of bones, Chu Yi lay, hands pillowed beneath his head, gazing at her alluring form, its curves like undulating waves under moonlight, a true feast for his eyes.

He was cultivating a Buddhist meditation technique, honing his concentration.

"I... I will not succumb..."

"Give up... You should abandon that hope..."

The girl bit her lip, clad only in damaged Battle Armor that revealed milky, snow-white skin. Her long, ink-black hair hung loose, swaying with a Spell’s fluctuation, accentuating her allure. Her jade cheeks were flushed, yet her beautiful eyes held a steadfast gaze as she spoke intermittently.

The next moment, Chu Yi sensed an ethereal presence beside him, gradually coalescing. Clearly, Ji Xuexin was about to awaken.

After a treacherous feast, he had flattened the Underworld and cultivated Spells. In his spare time, he cultivated with Jiu Ying, his schedule packed, working tirelessly day and night.

But Ji Xuexin couldn’t adapt to the Ghost Qi of the Underworld. She remained unconscious, her life force flickering like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. She had even recently suffered what seemed to be possession by an Underworld spirit.

Faced with this, Chu Yi recalled the Moon Princess being parasitically possessed by the Desire Will. Governed by causal law, he had immediately used the Seed of the Desire God to save her. This technique consumed Jiu Ying’s essence, something Chu Yi wouldn’t normally use. Therefore, after resolving the issue, the weakened Jiu Ying had replenished Chu Yi’s Mana, and they had even engaged in role-playing games for several days.

At this moment, Jiu Ying was playing the role of a distressed female general trapped by enemy forces, captured by Chu Yi, and then tortured... HEHEHEHEHE...

"Impudent!"

Steam surged, and with a delicate shout, a Water Dragon crackling with astounding Mana stormed towards Jiu Ying.

Jiu Ying, her slender yet incredibly flexible waist twisting like a willow catkin in the wind, was washed out of the bedroom by the Water Dragon, carried away to an unknown place.

Huh?

The Spell was interrupted. Chu Yi felt an immediate chill in his abdomen. Before he could see clearly, another warm sensation surged through him. The Spell resumed, albeit through a different, somewhat clumsy, route.

As Chu Yi looked, he saw strands of ink-black hair radiating a clear glow. A massive and terrifying Mana, far surpassing that of the Faceless Ghost King, was in motion.

So strong!

"No need for surprise. This is merely my Dao Heart; I am true to it," Ji Xuexin transmitted telepathically, her head bowed as she focused on cultivating her Spells. Her Immortal Soul was already refined, her Dao Heart flawless, and she perceived nothing amiss.

Chu Yi: "..."

"Who are you? Are you crazy?" Jiu Ying, drenched and returning to the bedroom, her clothes clinging to her fair skin, her exquisite face filled with rage. She had been enjoying her master’s delicacy when it was suddenly snatched away.

She raised a Skull Lamp. Countless bone claws emerged from it, forming a massive White Bone Hand that struck Ji Xuexin, who was absorbed in cultivating her Dao Heart, sending her flying. Jiu Ying took her place, her waist settling down.

SQUELCH!

The Spell resumed its smooth operation once more.

"What stray cur, some mere wandering ghost, dares to be impudent before me? Watch as I convert you!"

"You psycho... AAAHHH, you again!? Master, I’m going to kill her! I’ll skin her and sew a new dress from it!"

"Junior, I advise you to scram. This opportunity is beyond your grasp."

"I’ll kill you, kill you! No one is allowed to take Master from me!"

"Hah, a magnificent Demon Immortal like myself, afraid of you!?"

"..."

A long time passed.

After retrieving Jiu Ying into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and calming his fiery arousal, Chu Yi watched Ji Xuexin return from rinsing her mouth. The girl’s head was lowered, her face flushed. Her tender, bare Jade Feet stepped onto the white bricks, her toes twisting uneasily.

"Young Master Chu."

"That was the act of my other... past life, known as the evil thought."

"Although I’m not sure what happened, I seem to have become what legends call a dual-souled entity."

Ji Xuexin was on the verge of tears. She had always been straightforward in slaying Demons, never so utterly embarrassed.

This magnificent Demon Immortal, after taking her fill of the ’Dao Heart,’ simply fled, leaving the good-natured Ji Xuexin to take the blame.

How could she do this!! Not only Jiu Ying, even I want to kill my other self! Truly worthy of the Celestial Slayer Demon Immortal, a beast among beasts, to humiliate me so much in front of Young Master Chu!

After hearing everything that had happened while Ji Xuexin was in a coma, Chu Yi was startled.

Clearly, before the fusion of her good and evil souls, the pollen of the Seed of the Desire God he had implanted had eroded the evil aspect, indirectly preserving the good one. Otherwise, with the life experience of the Celestial Slayer Demon Immortal, the resurrected Ji Xuexin would only identify as the Celestial Slayer Demon Immortal. The twenty years as the Ninth Princess would have been but a forgotten journey, a period of amnesia.

Damn. I knew it. Just like with Nanaki back then, this Ninth Princess, the first one I met, was also a hidden BOSS, here to trick me, a complete novice in Beast Taming.

Fortunately, by a stroke of luck, this Celestial Slayer Demon Immortal had become intimate with him.

Causal law.

Chu Yi raised the Divine Hand. Beautiful as white jade, it seemed the least remarkable among the four Deceit Beasts, yet it was the most promising. Since choosing the Divine Hand, his path had been extraordinarily fortunate. He had encountered thrilling dangers but always emerged unscathed, reaping handsome rewards.

"Hmm, Xue Xin, I won’t hold this against you."

"The fact that your consciousness remains is likely her intention. It would be difficult for either of you if the other disappeared."

"A dual-souled entity... perhaps this is the best outcome."

Chu Yi promptly adopted the expression of a smooth-talking philanderer to soothe Ji Xuexin. A dual soul meant double the pleasure—what could be better? Moreover, the Seed of the Desire God had already taken control of one aspect, maxing out her favorability and even helping him win her over, greatly strengthening their bond.

Once the small world’s instance dungeon was complete, Chu Yi was already contemplating his intimate conquest.

HEHEHE...

"Um, Young Master Chu, I’ll go cultivate first." Ji Xuexin lowered her gaze, nearly burying her face in the snowy expanse of her chest. Under Chu Yi’s playful gaze, she panicked and scrambled to escape.

DING...

Just as Chu Yi was about to let out a villainous laugh, an arrangement he had made was triggered. His gaze deepened.

His Ghost King avatar sent news.

Qing Chou, the Ghost General, had entered the Underworld to announce the upcoming Hero Assembly, inviting the Ghost King to participate.

Chu Yi pursed his lips.

Lurking in the Underworld, diligently practicing his Spells, this day had finally arrived.

「The end of the dynasty, the White Lotus wreaks havoc.」

Imperial City.

A massive White Lotus spewed dense snow, while beneath it, a large-scale war unfolded.

Cultivators from both sides fought with bloodshot eyes, their reason scattered. Swept up by an evil will, they shed their robes, risking contamination from the warm snow. Parasitic tumors erupted from their muscles, and deep-sea tentacles emerged, driving the power of their Spells to the absolute limit.

A man’s head was severed. Flesh buds sprouted from the stump of his neck, and immediately a hideous centipede flew out, biting an enemy in half. It gnawed on the delicious flesh, emitting a CRUNCHING sound that set one’s teeth on edge.

A female cultivator, stark naked, her jade-like body enveloped in a sea of flowers, lured an aggressive brute forward. As he approached, vines ensnared his feet. The woman’s forehead split open down the center like a ripe bean pod, revealing a large, tooth-filled maw that devoured him, sending a spray of hot blood into the air.

A Demonic Mysterious Cultivator, practiced in the Nine Yang True Classic, had nine ball-like tumors growing on his neck, resembling nine suns hanging in the sky. His surroundings were instantly engulfed in scorching heat. A group of Shaolin Temple monks, their bodies squirming with flesh buds, were desiccated into mummies before they could even make a move.

In no time, corpses littered the land.