Chapter 123: The Little Wife He Chose for Me, I Quite Like Her

Chapter 123 I Actually Really Like the Little Wife He Picked for Me

Chi Yu knew that when Xie Xiyi said he would kill Xie Qingjing, he truly meant it—he was absolutely not joking.

Because when Xie Xiyi uttered those words, the killing intent emanating from him was unmistakable.

Even though Xie Qingjing was at the Nascent Soul Stage, if Xie Xiyi wanted to kill him, he would have no means to resist.

Chi Yu had no choice but to try to read Xie Xiyi's expression—but alas, with the mask on, nothing could be discerned.

Chi Yu continued to send a voice transmission to Xie Qingjing, "Can you really not suppress this? Can you try? He will genuinely kill you, do you understand or not?"

Xie Qingjing sighed, "Of course I understand, but I can't suppress it. I can only maintain mental calm, so that it no longer affects Big Brother."

Chi Yu: "...Why didn't you say that sooner?!"

Xie Qingjing gave a faint, bitter smile.

The Xie clan members were all exceptionally good-looking, with handsome men and beautiful women, considered unique even in the cultivation world. Moreover, their distinctive golden eyes, which manifest after adulthood, were one of a kind.

Looking solely at Xie Qingjing’s pair of golden eyes, unique to the Xie clan, there was an imposing aura, but when viewed as a whole, his entire demeanor appeared as soft and fair as a scholar’s. Despite being a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, his presence was barely noticeable.

Chi Yu calmed down; his emotions had been too heavily influenced by Xie Xiyi, fluctuating excessively and losing their usual peace and naturalness. Just as he was about to continue questioning, Xie Xiyi’s eerie yet melodious voice sounded by his ear, "Is there something you can’t say in front of me?"

Chi Yu: "..."

He turned his head slightly, his nose nearly brushing against Xie Xiyi’s mask. When had they gotten so close again?

Xie Xiyi’s body was actually very cold. Cultivators typically have abundant True Yang energy; after Chi Yu reached the Foundation Establishment stage, his skin temperature had risen significantly, to about 45 degrees Celsius. But Xie Xiyi’s body was icy, even chilling.

Logically speaking, being this close was uncomfortable for both of them. Chi Yu would be affected by the cold of Xie Xiyi’s body, slowing his spiritual energy circulation, while Xie Xiyi would be slightly burned and stung by the cultivator’s True Yang energy.

But Xie Xiyi didn’t seem bothered; instead, he reached out and pressed his palm commandingly against Chi Yu’s neck.

His middle finger even rested on Chi Yu’s Adam’s apple.

This was actually quite threatening—

After all, the current Xie Xiyi was truly unrestrained.

Even if he reacted to the name "Brother Xuan Ji," even if they had just engaged in Spiritual Communion, Chi Yu still found him incredibly unpredictable.

He genuinely intended to kill his own blood-related kin, and that killing intent was real.

With his finger on Chi Yu’s Adam’s apple, Chi Yu had no doubt that if Xie Xiyi felt like it, he might truly crush his throat.

It wasn’t that Chi Yu didn’t trust Brother Xuan Ji, but rather that the Demon Heart-dominated Brother Xuan Ji was overwhelmingly fierce and fond of killing.

Chi Yu’s eyes flickered slightly as he said casually, "No, I was afraid of disturbing you, Brother Xuan Ji."

Xie Xiyi chuckled, "I was more afraid you were flirting right in front of me."

Chi Yu’s eyes widened in shock, "..."

*Are you even listening to yourself?.jpg*

Xie Xiyi said, "Throughout history, such things have happened often. Being so secretive, I thought you were meeting a lover behind my back, Xiao Yu."

Chi Yu: "..."

*He's completely insane.*

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Not wanting to follow his twisted logic, Chi Yu turned to the frail-looking Xie Qingjing beside him and asked, "How many of your clan are still alive?"

Xie Qingjing frowned in thought, then smiled bitterly, "I'm not sure."

Chi Yu: "What about your father and mother? Your sister? Doesn’t your family still have a Tribulation Stage ancestor?"

Xie Qingjing’s face paled considerably. He glanced at Xie Xiyi, then averted his gaze. "I don’t know about my father, but my mother is dead. Her foundation was already damaged, and she wasn’t from our Xie clan. She exhausted her vital energy and passed away not long after."

Chi Yu was stunned. It felt like just recently that he had met Xie Xiyi’s mother, and yet she had already...

He instinctively looked at Xie Xiyi, who showed no particular reaction, his fingers even absentmindedly tracing Chi Yu’s Adam’s apple.

"Brother Xuan Ji..." Chi Yu called out softly.

Xie Xiyi smiled, "Yes?"

Chi Yu suddenly fell silent. He had forgotten everything and even wanted to kill Xie Qingjing—how could he expect any special reaction to this?

Just as he thought this, Xie Qingjing collapsed to the ground, his entire body curling inward.

"I... I’m not feeling well. Can I rest for a bit?" Xie Qingjing asked.

Chi Yu said, "Of course, you—" Before he could finish, he caught a whiff of blood in the air.

The blood naturally came from Xie Qingjing. Chi Yu jumped up and rushed to his side, indeed seeing a large patch of blood seeping through his back.

"The environment was too cold and gloomy earlier, slowing my True Yang circulation, so the wound reopened," Xie Qingjing explained.

Chi Yu unsheathed his sword and sliced open Xie Qingjing’s robe, revealing the state of his back—completely torn open, exposing the crimson flesh beneath.

"What happened?" Chi Yu’s voice rose sharply as he demanded.

Xie Qingjing didn’t answer, only looked at Xie Xiyi. Tears welled in his golden eyes, and even without speaking, his inability to calm his mind caused all his grievances, pain, and anger to pour toward Xie Xiyi through their bloodline.

Xie Xiyi silently stepped before him. "Too noisy."

Black rune chains flew from his sleeves, wrapping around Xie Qingjing’s neck.

"Wait, wait—" Chi Yu’s scalp crawled with fear. He reached out and grabbed the chain. "Wait, Brother Xuan Ji, don’t kill him."

Xie Xiyi chuckled softly, "It seems he doesn’t particularly want to live. I’m merely obliging him."

He stared at the young man before him, who was affecting him through blood resonance. "I’ll give you a painless death. Dying by my hand should make you happy, right?"

Xie Qingjing’s voice trembled, "Brother, I’m sorry. I’m too weak; I couldn’t do anything. I do want to die, but anyone can kill me—except you."

Over the past five hundred years, even Xie Qingjing had come to understand that their clan was doomed to perish eventually.

Their bloodline connected all of them into a single entity. As long as one person was captured and tortured, it could affect the minds and emotions of the others.

They possessed cultivation, exceptional spiritual bones, and a unique bloodline, but their vulnerability was too great, leading to the entire clan being imprisoned, their bones dug out, marrow sucked, and every drop of blood drained.

Xie Qingjing was extremely afraid of pain. Before reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, he had his blood drawn and flesh carved out every three days—this was true not only for him but for all Xie clan disciples below the Nascent Soul Realm.

Those at the Nascent Soul Realm and above had their flesh cut and spiritual bones excavated. The recovery ability at the Nascent Soul Realm was strong, so flesh was cut daily. Spiritual bones regenerated much slower; without medicinal pills, it took half a year, and even with medicinal pills, two to three months.

In the cultivation world, most immortal clans do not place much importance on their junior members. However, the Xie clan is an exception. Their bloodline is inherently unique, and they practice a special cultivation method that intensifies their dependence on and closeness to their lineage, leading elders to inexplicably favor members of other branches.

As these emotions accumulate layer by layer, they become a significant vulnerability.

Is the Xie clan strong? Of course, they are, but their weaknesses are equally great.

Xie Qingjing repeatedly reflected and despairingly realized that their clan was doomed to extinction.

If not by Wanqiong Zhou, then perhaps by Penglai Zhou or the Northern Barrens.

Perhaps their mistake was practicing this cultivation method from the very beginning.

"You can't kill me, Brother," Xie Qingjing said tearfully. "You carry the blood of the Xie clan. If you kill me, you'll never be able to return."

Xie Qingjing had no desire to live. The only reason he endured until now was to see Xie Xiyi. "Brother, I'm sorry. I've still disappointed you. If it were you, you would never have let the Xie clan fall to such a state."

After entering Luo Po, Xie Xiyi abandoned the Xie clan's cultivation method. He still possessed a demonic heart, which allowed him to largely free himself from the influence of the Xie bloodline. Perhaps he was the one who could save the Xie clan.

After saying this, without waiting for Xie Xiyi to act, Xie Qingjing resolutely raised his hand and struck the top of his head. Spiritual energy poured forth, instantly shattering his spiritual sea.

Chi Yu cried out, "What are you doing?!"

He was too late to stop it, watching helplessly as blood flowed from Xie Qingjing's seven apertures.

"I'm really in so much pain, Brother," he murmured, closing his eyes and collapsing to the ground, dead.

Chi Yu: "Ahhh! Brother Xuanji!!!"

He reached out to grab Xie Xiyi's sleeve. "Brother Xuanji! He's your own brother! Save him!"

Xie Xiyi remained silent. Black mist condensed into a black talisman ring, which sucked out Xie Qingjing's primordial spirit and gathered it in his hand. "He's not dead. His primordial spirit remains."

"...Oh, right. I forgot about the primordial spirit," Chi Yu said, coming to his senses. "But wait, he didn't have to die!"

Xie Xiyi chuckled indifferently. "It's better this way. At least it's finally quiet."

A black chain spat out a restriction curse, reducing Xie Qingjing's corpse to ashes.

Chi Yu: "..."

His heart turned cold.

Perhaps Xie Xiyi noticed his dismay, as the black chain flew over and landed on his shoulder, lightly brushing against his soft, pale cheek. "Are you afraid of me?"

"Isn't it normal to be afraid? He was your own brother, and you didn't save him. As your partner, of course I'm scared. I'm afraid you might abandon me to die one day too." Chi Yu sighed and spoke honestly.

"I am saving him," Xie Xiyi laughed, his voice cool and clear. "His entire life was bound by his bloodline. So, why keep it? I've freed him. Shouldn't you praise me?"

Chi Yu rolled his eyes. "Sophistic wordplay. That's pure sophistic wordplay."

Xie Xiyi said, "The mortal form is a prison. Only by breaking free from it can one achieve true immortality."

Chi Yu reached out. "Give him to me. I'm afraid you'll use him to refine the Myriad Soul Banner."

"Oh~" Xie Xiyi laughed louder, his voice pleasant. "From the way you say that, it seems I've done it before."

The black mist suddenly swelled, expelling many things.

Phantom Lightning was also expelled, shaking itself off. It quickly noticed Chi Yu and ran over like a puppy to rub against his leg. Chi Yu scooped it up, holding it in his arms while stroking it, and looked at the items the black mist had expelled. Aside from a large pile of supreme-grade spirit stones, there were many assorted items.

A familiar lamp also caught his eye.

Chi Yu's eyes lit up. He reached out to take the lamp and asked Xie Xiyi, "Husband~ Can you give this to me?"

Xie Xiyi laughed heartily. "Of course. We're husband and wife, one and the same... after all."

Hearing his laughter, Chi Yu faintly detected a hint of teeth-grinding and shuddered.

Like a small animal, he clearly sensed that while Xie Xiyi was laughing, there was also a faint, bloodthirsty desire directed at him.

It seemed Xie Xiyi also wanted to kill him, but perhaps because they were cultivation partners, he restrained himself.

It appeared that lying about being cultivation partners had not only compromised his spiritual defenses but also further stimulated the demonic heart.

However, Chi Yu quickly shook it off, putting on a bright, unbothered smile. After obtaining Xie Qingjing's primordial spirit and the lamp, he played the part of a disaster-inducing consort, whispering in Xie Xiyi's ear to double back and slaughter those people.

Xie Xiyi naturally agreed readily.

Coincidentally, those people were also searching for Xie Xiyi.

They soon encountered each other.

After confirming that the restriction curse Xie Xiyi had placed on him was the same as last time, Chi Yu unhesitatingly taunted a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator.

The cultivator fell for the bait without question, immediately displaying the might of a Divine Transformation Grandmaster. A technique that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth, vanquishing gods and ghosts, struck toward Chi Yu.

Chi Yu didn't even blink. As the blade’s radiance was about to hit him, it was deflected by a surge of black runes, severely injuring the Divine Transformation cultivator.

The Divine Transformation cultivator didn't die, but Chi Yu's cultivation base skyrocketed—Foundation Establishment seventh layer, eighth layer, ninth layer... Golden Core Great Perfection, Nascent Soul first layer!

Meanwhile, the Divine Transformation cultivator plummeted directly to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

This incident sent shockwaves through all the cultivators of Wanqiong Zhou. "What kind of restriction curse is this?? How can such a curse exist?"

No one believed Chi Yu had cast the curse; it had to be Xie Xiyi.

Mo Shihuai's gaze toward Xie Xiyi grew burning with intensity. A person who knew numerous restriction curses with no visible backlash—at least none they could see—meant Xie Xiyi's value might even surpass that of the entire Xie clan!

"Capture him alive!" Mo Shihuai altered his command.

"Capture me alive?" Xie Xiyi's voice quivered with excitement. "Who gave you the confidence to think you can capture me alive?"

His blood ran cold. Soul connection didn't bring physical heat, but the impending slaughter made his blood boil. His chilling, sinister flesh finally warmed slightly.

"Let me see what you're capable of," he said as black mist enveloped Chi Yu, trapping him within.

Several hours later, the hundred or so cultivators from Wanqiong Zhou were reduced to piles of chunks of meat.

Over a hundred black talismanic spheres floated in the air, each imprisoning a primordial spirit.

"These will all be used to refine the Myriad Soul Banner," the demonic heart declared, now satisfied. Xie Xiyi felt completely satisfied as he collected the talismanic spheres.

He released Chi Yu, who, upon seeing the gruesome scene, was unfazed. Instead, he flashed a beautiful smile and said to Xie Xiyi, "Brother Xuanji, you're amazing. You wiped them all out."

Such is the cruel reality of the cultivation world: it's either you die or I die.

Chi Yu had yet to get his hands dirty, but he was prepared. If given the chance to slay Qing Xuan personally, he wouldn't think twice or hold back.

And with things like this, if it happens once, it’ll happen again.

"But," Chi Yu paused, recalling something very serious, "Brother Xuan Ji, you’ve been using forbidden curses so frequently—does it really not affect you at all?"

"Effect? What effect do you mean?" With his desire for slaughter now satisfied, Xie Xiyi was in a very cheerful mood and didn’t mind chatting with him at the moment.

"I mean, using forbidden curses comes with side effects, and there can be serious consequences." As Chi Yu brought this up, his heart clenched painfully again—

He remembered how Brother Xuan Ji had once sworn that he wouldn’t use forbidden curses, acting like he wanted nothing to do with them, yet now he was using them so frequently.

"Like using the arm to move the hand, like using the hand to move the fingers—" Xie Xiyi laughed. "When insects try to use power that isn’t theirs, they naturally suffer the backlash. But for me, I’m just using them like they’re my own arms."

Black chains flew out, coiling around Xie Xiyi’s pale, cold fingers like snakes, the lock gently brushing against his fingertips. "This is the real me. Your Brother Xuan Ji is nothing but an illusion from the past. I am the true master."

His laughter was unrestrained, deliberately softening his tone, making it sound gentle but eerie. "However, I do quite like the little wife he picked out for me."

Chi Yu: "..."

Why does this feel like some NTR plot? I don’t want that!

Author's Note:

11: Intimidating.jpg

little puppy fish: NTR, huh? Interesting.

It’s all the same person, just different states of the same one—a proper person losing it, is all. Got a bit carried away with the length!