117: Chapter 117, let's continue!

The door to the Sleeping Quarters closed behind him.

Jiang Xun stood at the door, unmoving. He heard the footsteps gradually fade away; the maidservant who had escorted him back was gone.

It was very quiet inside the hall.

He turned and took a few steps further inside.

On the bed, Jiang Hongyuan sat there, watching him quietly.

Her eyes shimmered with a faint red in the dim light, staring intently at her prey like a bloodthirsty predator.

She had been staring since Jiang Xun entered, her gaze following his movements from the door to the table, and from the table to the pillar.

Jiang Xun felt a bit unnerved by her stare.

He found a random spot to sit, leaned against the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.

"What did she do to you?"

Jiang Hongyuan spoke, her voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

Jiang Xun didn't open his eyes. "Just trying on Wedding Clothes."

"Trying on Wedding Clothes?" Jiang Hongyuan stood up and walked toward him. "Does trying on Wedding Clothes take this long?"

She walked up to Jiang Xun and looked down at him from above.

Jiang Xun opened his eyes.

Jiang Hongyuan leaned down, approaching him, her nose twitching slightly as she sniffed at his neck.

Then, her expression turned even colder.

"She kissed you again?"

Her tone carried jealousy, coldness, and an indescribable sense of grievance.

Jiang Xun looked at her.

"So what if she did?"

Jiang Hongyuan pursed her lips and remained silent.

She just stared at him like that, her eyes gradually reddening.

After a long time, she finally spoke, her voice muffled like a child throwing a tantrum:

"You are mine... mine."

Jiang Xun felt a surge of annoyance in his heart.

After coaxing the other one, did he have to coax this one too?

Jiang Hongyuan and Jiang Hongling were originally the same person.

Their thoughts and personalities were identical, which meant he had never truly escaped her sight.

"I am already yours," he said, his voice faint. "What else do you want?"

"No."

Jiang Hongyuan shook her head, the jealousy in her eyes deepening.

"I want you to belong solely to me."

As soon as she spoke, she suddenly leaned down and kissed him overbearingly.

Jiang Xun instinctively tried to push her away, but as soon as his hands touched her shoulders, he found he couldn't move at all.

Nascent Soul Stage.

Even if she was just a Clone, she was still at the Nascent Soul Stage.

And he was only at Foundation Establishment, the gap was so vast that he couldn't resist at all.

He struggled a few times, but it was useless.

Jiang Hongyuan's kiss became more and more forceful, carrying a frantic possessiveness just like Jiang Hongling.

One of her hands pressed against the back of his head while the other gripped his waist, confining his entire body in her embrace.

Jiang Xun closed his eyes and stopped struggling.

A sense of desolation filled his heart.

With the two of them taking turns, when would this ever end?

When would these days of being manipulated, demanded from, and possessed like a doll finally end?

He didn't know.

He only knew that he was tired.

So tired that he didn't even have the strength to struggle anymore.

Jiang Hongyuan's kiss grew more intense.

She pulled Jiang Xun right out of the chair and pinned him to the floor.

Bang.

His back hit the floor with a dull thud.

Their clothes were in disarray.

Jiang Xun had changed back into his loose black Casual Clothes when he returned; now, his collar was open, revealing his chest.

Jiang Hongyuan was still wearing the same red dress from yesterday, which had several tears on the chest—whipped by Jiang Xun yesterday—through which snowy-white skin and faint bloodstains were vaguely visible.

Her hand reached toward Jiang Xun's waist.

Jiang Xun gripped his Belt tightly, having a bad premonition.

It was useless.

Jiang Hongyuan ignored his grip and yanked hard.

Rip!!

The Belt snapped and was tossed aside, landing somewhere on the floor.

Jiang Xun's heart tightened.

He knew that he could no longer use "low cultivation level" to stop Jiang Hongyuan.

It was entirely possible for a Nascent Soul Cultivator to restrain their cultivation and have sexual relations with a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator.

What should he do?

He kept his eyes open, but he couldn't see Jiang Hongyuan's face clearly, only her distinct eyelashes.

A Void-Piercing Realm Cultivator has already mastered a portion of the Heavenly Dao rules.

Once he finished with Jiang Hongyuan, he feared it would be difficult to ever escape her clutches again in this lifetime.

The Karma between him and Jiang Hongyuan would be deeply etched into their flesh and souls.

It would be nearly impossible to fade away.

Jiang Xun's eyes suddenly grew hot.

A misty wetness welled up.

It swirled in his eyes, forming a thin layer over the surface.

He controlled himself, not letting the tears actually fall, only allowing the area around his eyes to redden slightly, letting a certain fragile light shine through.

At this moment, Jiang Xun looked handsome and helpless, appearing very pitiable.

Inside, however, he was gnashing his teeth with hatred.

Humiliation.

His will as a human being was being trampled, ignored, and devalued like this.

But he had no way out.

Jiang Hongyuan's movements paused.

She licked her lips and looked up at Jiang Xun beneath her, seeing the thin mist in his eyes and his slightly reddened corners...

The corners of her mouth slowly curved upward.

She liked this expression.

She liked seeing him pinned beneath her, controlled by her, and bullied by her while being powerless to resist.

This was something that should have belonged to her in the first place.

She could treat him however she wanted. She didn't need to care about his feelings at all.

This gave her a sense of pleasure from being in control.

She had no Demonic Thoughts in her heart; she didn't need to fantasize about someone conquering her like Jiang Hongling did—she only needed to conquer others.

Jiang Hongyuan laughed aloud, her voice filled with pride, satisfaction, and pleasure.

"What?" She lowered her head, bringing her face close to his. "You're willing to be intimate with the other me, but you won't accept the current me?"

Jiang Xun stared straight at her.

The mist in his eyes remained, but his gaze was as cold as ice.

"You are nothing more than a Clone of hers."

He spoke, his voice disdainful and cold. "Do you think that I, the dignified Dao Seeking Demon Venerable, would fall for someone who is like a Puppet, like you?"

Jiang Hongyuan's smile froze on her face.

A look of irritation quickly surfaced.

"Shut up," she growled.

She had her own pride.

She was Jiang Hongyuan; she refused to be treated as a substitute, and even more so, she refused to be called a Puppet.

Jiang Xun continued, his voice growing colder:

"Remember your status. You are a Clone. Once a Clone, always a Clone. You deserve to be trampled under her feet."

He mocked and ridiculed her.

"Don't think about turning things around, and don't even think about coveting my love for her."

Slap!

A crisp sound echoed in the empty Sleeping Quarters.

Jiang Xun's head was knocked to the side. A clearly visible red mark rose on his right cheek, stinging with burning pain.

He didn't cover his face.

Instead, he laughed.

"Humph... Hahaha—"

The laughter grew louder, echoing in the hall like mockery, like a provocation, arrogant and flamboyant.

Jiang Hongyuan's expression changed.

Clearly, she was the one in control, and Jiang Xun was the one who should be begging for mercy.

Slap!!

Another slap landed hard on Jiang Xun's face, heavier this time.

"Stop laughing."

Jiang Xun acted as if he hadn't heard; he continued to laugh loudly, his shoulders shaking.

"You are so pitiful."

Jiang Xun gradually stopped laughing and stared at her. "Do you know why Jiang Hongling is willing to lock you and me together?"

Jiang Hongyuan pursed her lips.

Jiang Xun propped himself up with one hand and leaned in close to her, so close that their breaths intertwined.

"It's because no matter how much you do, you're just making a wedding dress for her."

There was pity in his eyes. "As soon as she returns to this body, won't she be the one enjoying it in the end?"

Jiang Hongyuan's face turned pale.

She of course knew.

She could only retain the memories from before she was split from the Main Body. Any subsequent memories would be absorbed and fused whenever she was possessed by the Main Body.

Everything she did would ultimately become Jiang Hongling's experience.

Including this one right in front of her.

Jiang Xun was still laughing.

The laughter echoed in the hall—piercing, arrogant, like a knife gouging her heart over and over.

The red in Jiang Hongyuan's eyes turned dark.

"Shut up."

Jiang Xun ignored her; he raised his hand and ripped open his already disheveled top, baring his chest.

"Continue," he said, staring straight at her. "I'm right here."