183: Bewitching Blood Mist

Chu Weiwei's hand stopped in mid-air.

The Revered Master whose back was turned to her had shoulders that trembled slightly, his voice filled with an unprecedented weakness and dependence.

"Weiwei... I am so cold... it hurts so much..."

"Only your medicine can save me... Quick... give me your blood..."

That figure slowly turned around.

It was indeed Su Lin's face.

But his face was deathly pale, his eye sockets sunken, and there was a massive cavity in his chest, from which black blood was constantly oozing out.

He reached out a withered hand, grasping toward Chu Weiwei longingly.

A normal person seeing this scene would likely have been scared to the point of their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, or would have burst into tears.

But Chu Weiwei was not a normal person.

She was the Medicine Immortal, and even more so, a yandere.

Seeing this tragic scene, the panic in her eyes lasted only a moment, followed by a surge of wild joy growing in her heart.

It was a scene she hadn't dared to even imagine in her dreams.

Her powerful, perfect, and unattainable Revered Master was now like a dying butterfly, only able to rely on her, only able to beg her for help.

"Revered Master..."

Chu Weiwei's breathing became rapid, and an abnormal flush rose to her cheeks.

She didn't retreat; instead, she lunged forward, pulling the blood-covered "Su Lin" into her embrace.

"This is wonderful... truly wonderful..."

She laughed foolishly, her fingers greedily caressing that pale face, even extending her tongue to lick the oozing black blood.

"Revered Master has finally broken..."

"Only Weiwei can fix you... Only Weiwei won't despise you..."

"Blood, is it? Weiwei will give it to you right now!"

Without hesitation, she slashed her wrist and brought the wound to "Su Lin's" mouth.

However, while that "Su Lin" was greedily sucking, Chu Weiwei's other hand quietly pulled out a Soul-Fixing Needle, half a foot long and shimmering with an eerie green light.

"But Revered Master..."

She whispered in "Su Lin's" ear, her voice so sweet it was hair-raising.

"If I cure you, what if you run away again?"

"You'll go looking for Second Senior Sister to fight, and you'll be pestered by Fifth Junior Sister again..."

"Weiwei doesn't want that."

"So..."

She raised the long needle, aiming it at "Su Lin's" major spinal acupoint.

"To prevent Revered Master from running around, Weiwei will first sever your hand tendons and then seal your spine... okay?"

"That way, you can only lie on Weiwei's bed forever, being Weiwei's Medicine Human alone..."

"We will be very happy... right?"

The "Su Lin" in her arms suddenly stiffened.

It looked up, and those longing eyes were now filled with fear.

It was formed from the Heart-Bewildering Blood Mist of the Red Lotus Blood Sea, specifically designed to evoke the deepest fears and desires of the human heart.

It had seen countless greedy and fearful Souls.

But it had never seen such... perverted love.

This woman actually wanted to cripple it and keep it!

"Roar!!"

"Su Lin" let out a roar that didn't sound human, trying to break free from Chu Weiwei's embrace.

"Where is Revered Master going?"

The smile on Chu Weiwei's face vanished instantly, her eyes becoming dark and terrifying.

"You're being naughty."

"Naughty patients must undergo forced treatment!"

*Puchi!*

That Soul-Fixing Needle was stabbed down ruthlessly!

"Aaaaah!!!"

"Ci—"

That was the sound of an extremely thin blade slicing through flesh and precisely severing tendons.

Chu Weiwei's hand was very steady, as steady as when she usually sliced the most precious medicinal ingredients in the alchemy room.

A smile so sweet it almost melted remained on her face, but her movements were as cruel as a thousand cuts.

"Revered Master, why are you moving around so much?"

She chided gently, the silver Scalpel in her fingers flying; with a flash of cold light, she accurately severed the hand tendons of the "Su Lin" before her.

"Pada."

The hands that "Su Lin" had originally intended to push her away with instantly lost all strength, drooping limply to the ground like two broken pieces of wood.

But it wasn't over yet.

Chu Weiwei's figure moved like a ghost behind him, and with a downward stroke of the blade, she cleanly severed his hamstrings before the imposter could even react to the intense pain.

"Putong!"

Losing support, "Su Lin" fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah... ah..."

It wanted to run.

It had to run!

This woman was not prey at all; she was an evil ghost in human skin!

With its hand and foot tendons severed, it couldn't stand at all. It could only crawl frantically and desperately toward the depths of the mist, propping itself up with its elbows like a wild dog with a broken spine.

As it crawled on the ground, it dragged behind it a long, black trail of blood.

"Revered Master... where are you going?"

Chu Weiwei didn't chase immediately. She stood where she was, tilting her head and watching the figure crawling miserably on the ground with the eyes of someone appreciating a work of art.

She extended the tip of her tongue and licked away the black blood belonging to the imposter that had splashed on the corner of her mouth.

The next second, the smile on her face abruptly vanished, replaced by an extreme disgust and coldness.

"Pei."

She spat out the blood in her mouth forcefully.

"It tastes terrible."

"It smells like a rotten sewer; it doesn't have even a ten-thousandth of Revered Master's sweetness."

She started walking, following at a leisurely pace.

To the crawling "Su Lin," it sounded like a countdown from the God of Death.

Then, she raised her foot, her small foot in an exquisite embroidered shoe, and stepped ruthlessly onto the back of the hand "Su Lin" was using to pull himself along.

"Gezhi!"

The sound of bones shattering.

"Awoo!!"

The "Su Lin" let out a piercing wail.

It didn't understand.

Clearly, its disguise was flawless, and it had transformed into the form she desired most in her heart. Why was she being so cruel?

Chu Weiwei looked down at it from above, her gaze as indifferent as if she were looking at a pile of trash.

"What? Are you confused?"

She crouched down, the Scalpel in her hand lightly tapping the imposter's cheek.

"You thought that just by wearing this face and acting weak, you could fool me?"

"Fool."

The blade in her hand suddenly pressed down, piercing its shoulder and twisting slightly.

"I knew you were a fake from the very first glance."

"My Revered Master, although his cultivation has fallen and he is sometimes very gentle... he is proud to his core."

A flash of fanatical obsession passed through Chu Weiwei's eyes.

"Even if he were heavily injured, even if he were on the brink of death, he would never show such a tail-wagging, nauseating look of begging for mercy!"

"He would force himself to stand up, he would knock me on the head and call me stupid, he would look at me with that helpless yet doting gaze... instead of crawling on the ground like a dog like you!"

At this point, the obsession in her eyes instantly transformed into a surging killing intent.

"Trash like you... actually dared to wear his face and make such embarrassing movements..."

"This is sacrilege!!"

"This is an unforgivable capital offense!!"

Chu Weiwei went completely berserk.

She stood up abruptly, the Scalpel in her hand replaced by a bottle of purplish-black poison.

"Since you like to crawl, then rot on the ground forever!"

She pulled the stopper and poured the entire bottle of [Bone-Dissolving Heart-Eroding Water], which was enough to corrode the Soul, onto the imposter.

"Zizizi—!!"

"Aaaaah!!!"

The piercing scream echoed through the mist.

Under the erosion of the lethal poison, "Su Lin's" body rapidly festered and melted. Unable to maintain its human form, it turned back into a distorted, foul-smelling mass of bloody mist.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Chu Weiwei was still not satisfied. More than a dozen poison needles appeared in her hand, and she frantically stabbed at the mass of mist until the phantom was completely Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, with not even a scrap left.

Having done all this.

She stood amidst the mess, her chest heaving violently.

She took out a snowy-white handkerchief and meticulously wiped every finger, as if she had just touched something extremely filthy.

"So dirty..."

"I really want to wash my hands... I really want to see Revered Master..."

She threw away the handkerchief, looked up, and peered into the depths of the mist.

That crazy demeanor from a moment ago vanished instantly.

"Revered Master... Weiwei is so scared..."

"There are dirty things bullying Weiwei here..."

"Continue."

She ordered.

"Crawl over."

A flash of humiliation appeared in "Su Lin's" eyes, but as a Puppet generated by the illusion, its setting was to cater to the desires in Luo Ximei's heart.

So, it gritted its teeth, endured the sharp pain in its back, and crawled toward the throne using both hands and feet.

Luo Ximei watched this scene quietly.

Watching that face she longed for day and night perform such lowly movements.

She thought she would feel pleasure, that she would feel satisfied.

But she didn't.

As the imposter crawled closer and closer, no pleasure rose in her heart; instead, an nameless fire burned brighter and brighter.

It was too hideous.

It was too disgusting.

This was not her Revered Master at all!

Her Revered Master, even if his legs were broken, would never bend his back before anyone!

The existence of this imposter was, in itself, the greatest insult to her Revered Master!

"Stop."

Just as "Su Lin" was about to touch the tips of her shoes, Luo Ximei suddenly spoke.

Her voice was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.

"Su Lin" looked up with a fawning expression: "Ximei..."

"Who allowed you to use this skin to strike such a lowly pose?"

She bent down, grabbed the imposter's collar, and lifted him into the air like a dead dog.

That face, which had been identical to Su Lin's, was now a bloody mess, with only the eyes still retaining the deliberately imitated fawning and fear.

"Look at me."

Luo Ximei's voice was gentle, yet it carried a chill that could freeze one's marrow.

"Who do you think this Venerable One is? Some fool who would soften her heart just because a man is groveling?"

"Or do you think this Venerable One's taste is so inferior that she would like a spineless mollusk?"

The imposter opened its mouth, trying to use Su Lin's voice to beg for mercy: "Ximei... it hurts..."

"Shut up!"

In Luo Ximei's platinum-colored right eye, the divine radiance suddenly retracted, replaced by a pure, tyrannical demonic light.

She made a grasping motion in the air with her right hand.

"Zheng!"

The dark red long whip [God-Binding] appeared out of thin air.

"Pa!"

This whip strike was delivered without holding back at all, even carrying Devilish Qi capable of tearing the Soul.

"Aaaaah!!"

The piercing scream echoed through the hall.

The green robe on the imposter's body instantly exploded, the flesh peeling back to reveal a bizarre texture underneath that wasn't flesh and blood but was composed of some kind of red mist.

"You acted quite well, but unfortunately, even your screams are unpleasant to hear."

Luo Ximei sneered, her wrist flicking.

The whip shadows were like a net, covering everything.

"Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!"

Every strike precisely avoided vital spots, yet maximized the pain.

She wasn't simply beating him; she was "skinning" him.

She wanted to peel this layer of skin disguised as Su Lin off, bit by bit, while he was still alive!

"My Revered Master is the proudest Sword Cultivator in this world."

"Pa!"

A whip strike landed on the imposter's spine, shattering that bone which symbolized dignity.

"Even if he were in a desperate situation, even if his cultivation were completely lost, his back would always remain straight!"

"Pa!"

Another whip strike shattered the imposter's knees.

"He would only stand at a high place, looking at me with that helpless and inclusive gaze, instead of having knees as soft as a pool of mud like you!"

Luo Ximei grew angrier as she spoke, the red light in her eyes almost overflowing.

"Trash like you... actually dared to use his face to wag your tail and beg for mercy from me?!"

"This is sacrilege!!"

"This is seeking death!!"

She suddenly retracted the long whip, deftly wrapping it around the imposter's neck and slamming him hard onto the ground.

"Hong!"

A deep pit was smashed into the ground.

The imposter was no longer human-shaped, but it still tried to crawl, wanting to hug Luo Ximei's leg.

"Get lost!"

Luo Ximei kicked away that dirty hand, the heel of her high-heeled combat boot stepping directly through his palm, pinning it to the ground and grinding it.

"What this Venerable One wants is conquest."

She leaned down, looking at the mass of twitching flesh, a cruel smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

"I want to pull the deity from the heavens into the Mortal World and let him be stained with my color."

"I want that proud Dragon to have no choice but to bow his head under my chains."

"That intense contrast, that aesthetic of struggling between resistance and sinking—that is the ultimate pursuit of this Venerable One!"

She reached out, a ball of black and white intertwined fire igniting at her fingertips.

It was a demonic fire fused with the Origin of a True Immortal.

"And you..."

"Are nothing more than a pile of nauseating rotten meat."

"You aren't even worthy to carry my Revered Master's shoes!"

She lightly tossed the fire in her hand onto the imposter.

"Hu."

The fire flared up instantly; it had no high temperature, yet it carried the Law power of annihilation.

"Aaaaah!!!"

That mass of flesh let out a final shriek.

It twisted and struggled frantically in the flames, trying to transform into Su Lin's appearance to elicit sympathy—one moment becoming a heavily injured and dying Su Lin, the next a gently smiling Su Lin.

"It's useless."

Luo Ximei watched this scene indifferently, not even furrowing her brow.

"A fake is a fake after all."

"Burn it clean; don't let it dirty this Venerable One's eyes."

A few breaths later.

The piercing screams came to an abrupt halt.

Only a pile of black ashes remained on the ground, with not a single trace of an aura left behind.

Luo Ximei stood in the empty hall, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, calming the surging Devilish Qi within her body.