Chapter 70: A Young Couple Succumbs to the Blissful Barrier Together; Nothing in the World is Difficult for One Who Sets Their Mind to Letting Go…

Chapter 70: A Young Couple Succumbs to the Blissful Barrier Together; Nothing in the World is Difficult for One Who Sets Their Mind to Letting Go...

"What kind of person is Jun Bu Du?"

Fu Yu rested her chin on her hand, thought for a long while, and sighed, "A celestial being."

That man was aloof and desireless, a beacon of righteous light—so righteous it bordered on the sinister.

Even when killing, his demeanor was gentle and kind, patiently persuading them to reform.

By his side, Fu Yu occasionally had to carefully retract her claws, fearing he might discover her true nature and casually "purify" her as well.

He was the first person who made her feel helpless to find a starting point, flawless and impervious.

He had no inner demons, no weaknesses, no selfish desires, which left the Diviner, skilled in manipulating hearts, completely stumped.

Recalling the past, Fu Yu couldn't help but feel a pang of melancholy.

After half a year of marriage, she finally found an opportunity. She lured him to the ruins within a secret realm of the Kapala Kingdom, deliberately causing them both to fall into the Blissful Barrier.

Fu Yu had once read a description in a forbidden storybook.

The Blissful Barrier could immerse one in sensual, illusory dreams, even making them mistake their partner for a golden lotus or a flower's stamen, leading to passionate union, again and again, draining the elixir dew, condensing without release... *cough, cough, cough!*

After being ensnared, seeing a faint flush finally rise at the corners of his ice-sculpture-like eyes, Fu Yu decisively added fuel to the fire, hurling a barrage of Divination·Wild Waves at him.

She transformed into a seductive enchantress, draped in sheer gauze, ethereal and dreamlike. She laughed softly beside him, teased and provoked, stirring his desire.

"Such a lovely night is hard to come by..."

"Go ahead, do what you wish..."

"We are husband and wife after all. I refuse to believe you feel no desire..."

"Come, revel in pleasure with me..."

Yet...

Jun Bu Du remained unmoved, his gaze icy cold, the killing intent of his Life-bound Sword, Nine Crossroads Dust, blazing intensely.

The sword energy seemed gentle, lightly grazing every inch of her skin, an extremely dangerous caress.

Fu Yu's heart pounded, thrilling and tingling. Her mind conjured scenes of wild, passionate entanglement, her body trembling instinctively, subconsciously adopting a defensive posture.

Just as it seemed heaven's thunder was about to meet earth's fire, and they would "battle" fiercely, fueled by fighting spirit...

To her utter astonishment.

He suddenly raised his hand and grasped the blade.

The sword energy cut his pale, jade-like hand, oozing a cool, crimson blood.

Then, chanting the Scripture of Purity, he used his fingers to smear the blood overflowing from his palm onto his eyelids, closed his eyes, and engaged her in a great battle—the proper kind of battle.

Fu Yu was furious.

Fu Yu sighed softly, collecting her thoughts.

She raised a fingertip. Floating in the air three inches above it was a drop of Sage's blood.

Her heart was as calm as still water. "Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets their mind to letting go."

Pursuing her ambitions was far easier than dealing with Jun Bu Du—this was the ultimate truth she had realized in her previous life.

"Is that the Sage's blood?" the Foxtail Grass Spirit exclaimed in astonishment. "Master, master! You got the Demi-god's blood!"

Fu Yu: "A small matter, easily done."

The Foxtail Grass Spirit was prostrate in worshipful admiration.

The Paper Effigy Boy couldn't resist stretching its neck forward, sniffing this way and that.

It said, "Two blood scents! Two blood scents!"

"Correct." Fu Yu freed a finger to stroke its head. "He Yingkong and Goddess Yuetong formed a marriage covenant. Their soul-blood is intermingled, you in me, I in you."

For cultivators, forming a covenant means the other becomes their weakness.

Of course, for a powerful alliance like hers and Jun Bu Du's, the concept of weakness doesn't apply.

Fu Yu raised an eyebrow, gently tapping her finger.

The Paper Effigy Boy was obedient and pleasing. When Fu Yu stroked its head, it consciously lowered its head, flattening its ears to make it easier for her.

Li Xueke was speechless: You're a King's Path cultivator, do you have to be so obsequious?!

Wu He didn't understand: "Leaving soul-blood outside, doesn't this Sage have any sense of vigilance?"

Fu Yu smiled without answering.

As the saying goes, you can tell a person's future from the age of three.

When he was the mortal Qin Qianzhu, He Yingkong was already adept at using the 'self-injury ploy' to gain advantages from the Prime Minister and his daughter.

Once someone tastes sweetness, they easily form habits and dependencies.

If she guessed correctly, today He Yingkong must have intentionally gotten injured to trick his wife into pitying him, thus glossing over the matter of Zhao Xiufeng.

Putting on a 'self-injury' act in front of his father-in-law, how could he possibly turn back specifically to deal with a drop of blood? How utterly improper.

Fu Yu gave a cold, derisive snort.

She carefully manipulated her divine sense, separating Goddess Yuetong's aura from that drop of soul-blood.

Using this trace of aura, she could infiltrate the other's dreams.

The moment she saw Goddess Yuetong in the dream, Fu Yu nearly laughed out loud.

Some things are truly destined; karma cannot be avoided.

For his second marriage into an immortal sect, He Yingkong actually found a wife who resembled the Prime Minister's daughter to an uncanny degree.

The two wives were practically cast from the same mold—exquisitely charming, carefree, domineering yet naive.

Goddess Yuetong's cultivation was at the Dongxuan realm. Unfortunately, she was clearly a fragile facade propped up by elixirs, and her soul power was so weak it was almost non-existent.

In Fu Yu's eyes, she was as good as dead already.

If she wanted to kill her.

"Why hasn't my husband returned yet!" Goddess Yuetong raged in her dream, shattering a table full of teacups with a clatter. "He said the incident of his avatar seeking women outside has nothing to do with him, that it wasn't his own intention. Is that really true or not!"

Fu Yu transformed into a maid and replied idly, "Why doesn't the Goddess ask your father?"

Goddess Yuetong's eyes flickered slightly: "I can't let Father know! Father has a terrible temper. If my husband dared to do anything to wrong me, Father would definitely kill him!"

Fu Yu smiled: "Killing a faithless man, wouldn't that be good?"

"There might be some misunderstanding," Goddess Yuetong said with a resentful expression. "They say that concubine is ugly... How could my husband possibly like an ugly woman? I don't believe it!"

She raised her hand to gently stroke her own flower-like, jade-like beauty, gazing at her reflection with self-pity.

On her fair wrist, nine spirit jade bracelets jingled softly.

"Besides, to appease me, my husband has already ordered his avatar to personally kill that concubine. Hmph, does he think that will be enough to placate me? I won't forgive him so easily!" Goddess Yuetong shrugged her shoulders.

Fu Yu was left speechless, stifling a laugh.

So naive and innocent it left her at a loss for words.

Fu Yu chuckled softly and sighed, casually bringing up: "I heard that Sage Crane Shadow, even at the cost of injury, rushed to kill the Sunrise Dao Master who was impersonating Ghost Lingjun before Emperor Wugu could. Doesn't the Goddess find that strange?"

In the dream, Goddess Yuetong's thoughts were not clear at all, and she showed no suspicion about why this maid knew of matters outside the divine mountain.

She proudly puffed out her chest and said, "My husband gaining glory is naturally for my honor. What's so strange about that?"

Fu Yu gave a mysterious, eerie smile: "Has the Goddess never heard a certain rumor?"

Goddess Yuetong: "What rumor?"

Fu Yu mysteriously lowered her voice: "The bloodline of the Crane Shadow Family carries a terrible curse."

Goddess Yuetong widened her innocent, bewildered eyes: "What? I didn't know my husband had any curse!"

Fu Yu whispered to her: "Whenever he kills someone with his own hands, he can steal the power from that person. That's why he rushed to kill."

Goddess Yuetong's eyes widened even more, filled with confusion: "...Huh?"

Fu Yu stopped there, having made her point: "The spring scenery is lovely today. Come, Goddess, let's admire the spirit flowers."

Leading the dazed Goddess Yuetong toward a sea of vibrant colors, Fu Yu made a hand seal and cast a forgetting spell on her.

She would forget where she heard the news.

But she would remember the secret.

Emerging from the dream, Fu Yu lowered her gaze, a cold glint flashing in the corner of her eye.

After learning that He Yingkong was her biological father, Fu Yu solved a long-standing mystery.

Once, there was a person who posed a great threat to her.

This person was named He Ying Xuan.

Not long after Fu Yu noticed Jun Bu Du, this He Ying Xuan also took notice of her.

He Ying Xuan was a pretty boy.

But a troublesome pretty boy.

Whenever Fu Yu took power from a corpse, she always had a feeling—He Ying Xuan was watching her.

Yet no matter how quickly she turned her head, He Ying Xuan was always nonchalantly doing something else, as if her senses were mistaken.

But Fu Yu trusted her intuition.

This He Ying Xuan was definitely targeting her!

She realized she was in trouble, but she couldn't figure out where the flaw was, why this person suddenly became suspicious of her.

She hadn't given herself away at all.

She always kept a low profile. Aside from being excessively beautiful, she was just an ordinary, unremarkable Diviner.

Fu Yu absolutely could not tolerate anyone alive who guessed her secret.

Without showing any change, she used official duties as a pretext to intentionally and unintentionally engage and maneuver around this He Ying Xuan.

After several rounds of probing, she only felt this person became more and more unfathomable.

He was clearly a Sword Cultivator, yet he was very knowledgeable about Incantation. His mental defenses were extremely tight; nothing could be gleaned.

Fu Yu's heart sank deeper and deeper.

What a sinister, cunning, and treacherous person!

Fu Yu spent great effort interacting with He Ying Xuan, finally finding a potential weakness—this person was very competitive and extremely concerned with face. As long as she undermined his prestige, he might very well reveal a flaw out of anger.

Having a weakness made things easier.

So Fu Yu meticulously arranged a grand play for He Ying Xuan.

It's just that this play was aborted before it could even be performed—the male lead died.

Later, she heard that He Ying Xuan was actually a spy who had infiltrated the army on a mission, looking for an opportunity to secretly harm the commander, but was instead killed.

Fu Yu: The plan failed before it began; the enemy died first.

A bit regrettable, but so be it.

Back then, Fu Yu couldn't understand why He Ying Xuan had inexplicably targeted her.

Now, knowing her origins, she had a guess—her evil ability to kill and steal power couldn't possibly come from the mortal Old Charlatan; it was most likely derived from the Crane Shadow Family bloodline.

He Ying Xuan himself was also carefully hiding the same ability, which was why he keenly noticed her.

Smile. So it was a relative who died.

"That day was that person's death anniversary."

Jun Bu Du's expression was calm and detached, his crimson eyes slightly lowered, without a ripple of emotion. "She and I encountered something rather unpleasant."

The Joy Hindrance.

The seductive demon within the hindrance, so convincing it was almost real, resembled her greatly.

The aura was also hers.

He admitted he had fallen for it.

Dark desires, running rampant.

But how could he possibly stoop to messing around with a mere succubus.

He coldly examined his own body, using a Sword Intent so lucid and merciless it transformed all his desires into pure killing intent.

Kill this succubus, then go find her.

If he was late, he feared she might fall into the maze of illusions and see that dead guy she fancies.

The succubus in the Bliss Barrier was strong, just as strong as Fu Yu.

He cooled his blood and shut his eyes, refusing to look at that face identical to hers.

As he fought this succubus, he unleashed a Great Dao Art, shattering the entire Bliss Barrier.

When he opened his eyes, he saw her standing far off to the side, her face a mask of cold displeasure.

He asked her, "You okay?"

She answered with a sneer.

Was she angry that he had spoiled her plans?

He lowered his gaze, his lips quirked slightly, feeling not a shred of remorse.

He said calmly, "The Barrier of Carnal Joy is all harm and no benefit."

Fu Yu let out three cold laughs, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Indeed, I too can't stand things like that. It would be best to never have them in this lifetime."

He fell silent for a long time.

"...Fine."

It didn't matter. It was just carnal desire—unimportant.

If she didn't like it, then he wouldn't have it.

After the incident with the Bliss Barrier, Fu Yu noticed Jun Bu Du becoming more aloof and ascetic with each passing day.

Like jade, like an ice sculpture, like something untouchable and unattainable.

She certainly couldn't afford to be the one to yield.

Hah, fine, if he doesn't want it, then he doesn't!

Mere Primordial Yang!

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