Chapter 169: The Malicious Love Obsession in Xianxia (31)

Chapter 169: The Toxic Love Obsession in Xianxia (31)

Sitting by Tang Qing's bedside, the pain in his arm was overshadowed by a gnawing guilt.

It felt a bit inappropriate—a man and a woman alone in a room.

And here he was, sitting on the edge of Little Pervert's bed.

The faint moonlight and dim candlelight made everything around them indistinct, yet Little Pervert's face was crystal clear.

Watching Tang Qing lower her head to carefully bandage his wound, Si Yin felt inexplicably hot. He squirmed uncomfortably, his elbow unconsciously jerking back several times.

When he pulled back a third time, Tang Qing finally looked up. "Why are you shaking?"

Si Yin: "I..."

Forcing himself to stay still, Si Yin avoided Tang Qing's scrutinizing gaze and muttered, "My hand hurts."

"Oh."

Tang Qing said nothing more but continued bandaging with care.

Si Yin thought to himself, after playing the substitute for so long, he was finally getting some payback.

"Aren’t you going to ask what happened?"

Perhaps the awkward silence was too stifling, so Si Yin abruptly broke the silence. Yet Tang Qing ignored him entirely, focusing solely on the bandaging.

"It was Bai Mufeng."

As he spoke, Si Yin watched Tang Qing’s movements closely.

Sure enough, that name hit a nerve. Just hearing it made Tang Qing pause briefly in her task.

"No clue what’s up with him, but he’s gotten stronger," Si Yin continued. "Even my dodging skills couldn’t dodge his Army Breaker Sword."

In past encounters, Si Yin rarely suffered losses, relying mainly on his agility.

But now, with the sudden gap in cultivation, no matter how refined his movements were, they couldn’t match Bai Mufeng’s Profound Ice Swordplay.

Then he recalled Bai Mufeng’s mention of an illusion in his room earlier...

Si Yin prodded deliberately, "Fairy, the Dao Heart is hard to forge. Do you know what method Bai Mufeng used?"

"I don’t."

Tang Qing’s reply was flat, emotionless. She seemed utterly indifferent to the topic.

Si Yin pushed further, "I heard Bai Mufeng mention something about an illusion—"

Before he could finish!

A searing pain ripped through his bandaged arm—it was Tang Qing!

Little Pervert had suddenly turned displeased, yanked the bandage tight with such force it seemed she wanted to snap his arm in half!

"Fairy!"

He yelped, and Si Yin realized he had struck a nerve.

"If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay."

Startled by Little Pervert’s sudden shift in mood, Si Yin quickly raised his voice, "Just making conversation..."

"Was it him who brought up the illusion?"

Her hands clenched the bandage tightly, knuckles whitening, showing no intention of loosening. "He even told you about this..."

Well... more like he was talking to a mouse.

But Si Yin hesitated to bring up the mouse, or the room full of Ruyi Lanterns...

After a heavy pause, Si Yin got his answer.

"In the illusion, he killed me nine times."

"..."

Ah. That explains it.

Classic Bai Mufeng. Severing emotions to achieve ruthlessness—the Heartless Way.

Little Pervert had accidentally become Bai Mufeng’s test subject.

"Love, hate, fury, longing—all just illusions." Tang Qing lowered her head, suddenly subdued, murmuring to herself, "If none of it’s real, why bother fighting?"

"So you’re just... giving up?"

Si Yin had seen Little Pervert’s stubbornness before—how she’d suffer for even a blade of Blue Ice Grass, how she clung on, no matter how cruelly Bai Mufeng rejected her...

But this time, things seemed different.

Instead of answering directly, Tang Qing’s downcast eyes were filled with sorrow and loss. "You were injured by the Army Breaker Sword today too, weren’t you..."

She gave a hollow laugh. "Hurts like hell."

"I thought I wasn’t afraid of pain..."

Hearing this, Si Yin’s chest tightened. She...

Nine times run through with the Army Breaker Sword, each strike piercing her chest, all by Bai Mufeng’s hand...

Now Si Yin got it—why Tang Qing seemed so broken when he found her.

Gods, that was brutal.

She’d loved him so damn much...

Before he could think, Si Yin’s hand was at her cheek, gently wiping away a tear. "Hey. Don’t cry."

"Come to the demon realm with me."

"Like I told you—there are other places, other choices..."

Blurred by tears, Tang Qing almost saw *him* in Si Yin’s face, the one she longed for.

Her gaze lingered. Today, Si Yin wore white too.

Too similar.

He was inviting her over...

Just as she was on the verge of agreeing, Tang Qing suddenly came to her senses and shoved Si Yin's arm away.

"Get your hands off me!"

In pushing him away, she accidentally hit Si Yin's injured arm, causing the freshly bandaged wound to bleed red again.

Si Yin gave a pained grunt and asked, "Why?"

"Are you really planning to marry someone?"

After nine executions, Si Yin couldn't fathom why Tang Qing would remain—unless she truly intended to marry Wang Dao...

"Not your concern."

Tang Qing quickly retreated into her usual coldness, rejecting all of Si Yin's concern.

Goddammit! That act again!

Flipping the switch just like that! Just moments ago, he thought the Little Pervert had shown rare kindness by being decent enough to shelter him, but now she was back to this...

In Tang Qing's world, apart from Bai Mufeng, there was no space left for another soul.

She was cold and distant, rebuffing all visits and kindness.

And she was shutting him out too...

At this thought, that familiar ache swelled in Si Yin's chest again—perhaps heartache, perhaps unwillingness... His visible recoil was all because of Tang Qing before him.

The system chimed: "Detected Si Yin's Love Points rising. Current Love Points: 56."

In Wang Dao's anticipation, his manor was finally adorned with the coveted crimson decorations.

Tomorrow!

He was really marrying the Fairy!

Just thinking about it felt unbelievable—the Fairy had actually agreed to him!

Happiness had come too suddenly, and Wang Dao couldn't suppress a grin.

"Someone's in high spirits." Just as he was about to touch his wedding attire again, an ominous voice suddenly came from behind, dripping with resentment and ill intent.

Turning around, he was met with Si Yin.

At that moment, Si Yin had once again donned Chen Rong's skin, grinning unnervingly at Wang Dao. "Congratulations, Fifth Prince."

Wang Dao was startled, wasn't expecting the appearance of the remaining immortal from that day in his residence!

Though he hadn't interacted much with this immortal named Chen Rong, Wang Dao could instinctively tell—this one was alright.

Last time, he had even spoken up for him...

"Immortal, I didn’t expect you to come too!" Wang Dao beamed his trademark smile at Chen Rong—all earnest brightness without a hint of guile.

Si Yin spoke, "I heard you're marrying Tang Qing..."

"How...wonderful."