Chapter 188 First, drive them mad (Part Two)

At this moment of intoxication and confusion, Mu Changge's heart remained coldly clear. He silently dove into his mind and activated the [chuanyin conch] he had just exchanged for.

A subtle ripple, perceptible only to him, radiated outwards. In his mind, he clearly outlined his target—the "Child of Fortune," Jian Wushuang, who was currently healing somewhere in the Secret Realm.

The chuanyin conch activated silently, and invisible ripples, ignoring the spatial barriers of the Secret Realm, locked onto the target from afar.

Mu Changge didn't need to do anything; the chuanyin conch would transmit all of this, raw and in real-time, to Jian Wushuang's ears.

Thinking of how the other party, while trying to heal in peace, would hear those rising and falling sounds of battle, eventually spitting blood in rage and birthing a Heart Demon, Mu Changge could not suppress his signature villainous smile.

Deep in the cave, the pink "you su" bloomed quietly. Its cloyingly sweet fragrance drifted and intertwined in the air, infiltrating both their bodies like living tendrils.

The faint fragrance drifted, and the dim light and shadows wove together into a cage of ambiguity and confusion.

Yun Qingyao had completely succumbed. Her snow-white outer robe had long since slipped off her shoulders, piling at her elbows and revealing a blindingly white expanse of skin. Ambiguous red marks were imprinted on her delicate collarbones, rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

Even more audaciously, while Mu Changge nuzzled against her, his fingertips were teasingly hooking the ribbon of her undergarment.

"Mu... Junior Brother... No... You can't..." A cloying, nasal sound spilled from her lips, which were slightly swollen from his kisses, carrying a palpitating tenderness and a final trace of insincere struggle.

She didn't know what she was resisting; she only felt a primal fear, feeling that this didn't seem right, as if she would miss out on something.

"Why can't I?" Mu Changge raised his head, his eyes as dark as an eternal night, locking firmly onto her dazed gaze.

Seeing her not answer, Mu Changge lowered his head and kissed her lips a few more times, with an unquestionable dominance and an almost coaxing devotion. "Senior Sister... You clearly want it too..."

As he spoke, his fingertips, which were hooking the ribbon, tightened imperceptibly.

Yun Qingyao's rationality, which had just barely been raised, gradually lost itself amidst his series of domineering kisses. Her dazed, watery eyes widened, staring blankly at the increasingly bewitching face of the man before her, and also at that pitifully thin ribbon.

Meanwhile, in another desolate glacial cave in the Secret Realm.

Jian Wushuang sat cross-legged on the cold, damp ground, his back against the rock wall. His complexion was as pale as paper, and his aura was withered (though he had recovered quite a bit, his injuries remained severe).

His right shoulder was empty, his sleeve soaked with blood. The pain of his severed arm was like a venomous insect gnawing at his heart, constantly devouring his nerves.

Even more serious were his internal injuries and the shock to his Divine Soul. Mu Changge's palm strike, which carried the intent of annihilation, along with the Divine Soul trauma triggered by the earlier "Demon Heart Stir," had almost shaken his Foundation.

Not long ago, he had consumed a precious life-saving Medicinal Pill and was currently trying to guide the medicinal power to heal, barely suppressing his unsettled Qi and blood, as well as the tearing pain.

The cave was silent, save for the sound of Mu Changge's heavy, labored breathing.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself into a state of internal introspection to heal. Only by recovering his strength as quickly as possible could he think about his grand plan for revenge, and only then... could he wash away his shame!

However, just as he was concentrating on his meditation and healing for less than half a quarter of an hour—

Without warning, a sound that was extremely clear, yet incomparably bizarre, exploded directly inside the cave where he was meditating!

The sound did not come from outside; it was as if it were happening right there in the cave. At first, there was the somewhat blurry sound of clothing friction, followed by a woman's soft, sweet cry, charming to the bone.

Then, it was the voice of a man he hated to the bone at this moment, a voice he would recognize even if he were turned to ash—deep, hoarse, and carrying a kind of evil and dominance he had never heard before, thick and inseparable:

"Why can't I?... Senior Sister... You clearly also..."

"Mu... Junior Brother... No... You can't..." The woman's insincere, half-refusing and half-welcoming tone, her voice trembling slightly, was strangely Soul-stirring.

Shortly after, Yun Qingyao arched her body abruptly, and then a soft, bone-melting "Mm" escaped her lips.

Hearing these sounds, Jian Wushuang's whole body shook violently. He opened his eyes wide, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints! This voice... was it Yun Qingyao? Junior Sister Qingyao! That man... was Mu Changge!!!

"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Jian Wushuang shook his head violently, trying to shake this absurd auditory hallucination out of his mind. Qingyao was so pure and icy, single-mindedly devoted to the Dao; how could she... how could she make such... unbearable sounds!

It must be that my injuries are too severe, causing a Heart Demon to grow, leading to hallucinations! Yes, it must be the influence of Mu Changge's Demonic Technique, the lingering Devilish Qi is at work!

He gritted his teeth tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, trying to use pain to awaken his reason and dispel this damnable "hallucination."

However, the sound did not disappear; instead, it became clearer and even more... unbearable!

Amidst the grinding of lips and teeth, the woman's increasingly charming breath, along with the man's coaxing and unquestionable whispers... all sorts of images were generated and magnified uncontrollably in his mind, which was already scorched by anger, jealousy, and pain!

He could even "hear" the subtle sound of fabric being slowly stripped away, and could "feel" that imaginary, blood-rushing, magnificent scenery...

"Urgh—!!!"

Jian Wushuang could no longer endure it. A beast-like low roar erupted from his throat, and he slammed his fist into the rock wall beside him!

The hard rock was smashed into a shallow pit, ice crystals splattering. His knuckles split, blood dripping, but he felt no pain at all. Because another kind of sharper, more vicious, more heart-burning and bone-eroding pain was erupting from the depths of his Soul!

Jealousy! Boundless jealousy! Like a Gu, it gnawed at his heart, biting fiercely!

Anger! Sky-high anger! It was almost going to burn away his remaining rationality!

"Mu! Chang! Ge—!!!"

His eyes were crimson, the veins on his forehead bulging, and his face was twisted and deformed by extreme hatred and the unimaginable scenes in his mind, hideous as a demon.

His chest heaved with surging Qi and blood, and he could no longer suppress it. With a "wa" sound, another large mouthful of dark red stagnant blood sprayed out, splashing onto the cold ground, shocking to the eye.

Yes! Yes! It must be that Mu Changge! It's that despicable and shameless Devil Head! It was he who used some kind of bizarre, base means to bewitch and force Qingyao!

Qingyao is so pure and icy, her heart towards the Dao so clear; how could she voluntarily do such a thing? It must be that the Devil Head used some evil technique!

Not only does he want to take my Opportunity and sever my arm, but he also wants to humiliate and defile my woman! This hatred is irreconcilable! Irreconcilable!!

"Pfft—!"

With extreme anger attacking his heart and hatred soaring to the heavens, Jian Wushuang, already seriously injured, sprayed another mouthful of blood. His aura withered by several points instantly, and black spots danced before his eyes.

The backlash he had forcibly suppressed, together with this sudden, Soul-striking "hallucination" stimulation, caused his Divine Soul to oscillate and his internal breath to become completely chaotic. His injuries, which had just shown signs of healing, instantly had a tendency to worsen again.

A trace of jet-black, resentment-filled, and violent Heart Demon Qi quietly sprouted and coiled in the depths of his Dao Heart.

He desperately braced himself against the rock wall, not letting himself pass out. Two lines of tears mixed with blood and hatred flowed from his crimson eyes, his teeth clattering as he gnashed them, as if he wanted to chew up and swallow the owner of that name:

"Mu Changge... Mu Changge!!! I, Jian Wushuang, swear to the heavens! If I do not extract your Soul and refine your spirit in this lifetime, I swear I will not be a human!!!"

The shrill and venomous curse echoed in the narrow cave, but it was absorbed by the cold rock walls, with no one to respond.

Only the continuous, clearly transmitted sounds of debauchery in Jian Wushuang's mind remained, like the most vicious torture, wave after wave, slicing away his remaining self-esteem and rationality.

Inside the cave, the tide of passion was raging.

That pitifully thin ribbon had long since snapped at some unknown time. This last barrier was easily breached by Mu Changge, piling at her elbows.

Immediately, the beautiful scenery was revealed, presented before Mu Changge's eyes without any concealment. The spring scenery in the cave suddenly appeared, so dazzling that he couldn't look away for a moment.

Feeling the complete softness and submission of the beauty in his arms, the inexplicable sense of achievement in his heart soared. Especially when thinking of Jian Wushuang hiding in some corner, listening in a rage to the "heavenly sounds" of himself and Yun Qingyao, he felt incredibly delighted.

He licked his lips, that feeling of conquest and achievement becoming ever stronger. He buried his head in the crook of Yun Qingyao's neck, which emitted a faint fragrance, and inhaled. The cold, evil, and controlling smile at the corner of his mouth expanded silently.

"Hehe... Child of Fortune? Destined by Heaven? Nothing more than that!"

'Severing your arm, taking your "Immortal Tower," and now, letting you personally "listen" to this eternal masterpiece, hearing how your Junior Sister Qingyao melts and blooms in my arms... You must "savor" this generous gift properly.'

As a villain, what could be more pleasing than destroying the Dao Heart of a proud "child of destiny"?

"Senior Sister..." Mu Changge looked down at the beauty in his arms, her eyes dazed and her cheeks flushed. His eyes deepened suddenly, like a night sky splashed with ink, no longer showing a trace of hesitation, only a prairie fire left.

Mu Changge just proceeded step by step, conquering and plundering, no longer caring about anything else.

Inside the cave, the temperature of the air continued to rise. The sweet fragrance of the "you su," mixed with the amorous atmosphere, permeated every inch of space... weaving together into a most beautiful and dissolute melody.

And this melody was transmitted, without missing a beat, through the [chuanyin conch] in Mu Changge's mind, clearly into Jian Wushuang's ears.

Inside the glacial cave, it was as silent as a tomb, with only the dripping sound of condensing icicles echoing monotonously.

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Jian Wushuang slumped on the cold, rocky ground, his back against the damp, slick cave wall, like a clay statue from which the Soul had been ripped away. His face was deathly pale, his lips parched and tinged with purple. His only intact left arm hung limply at his side, fingers twitching faintly and unconsciously. Though the wound at his severed right shoulder had been temporarily sealed by Medicinal Pills and his own spiritual power, stopping the bleeding, the hollow sensation and lingering agony constantly reminded him—he, the Saint of the Wandao Sword Sect, the Heaven-Defying Prodigy favored by Luck, had been repeatedly suppressed by a man he regarded as an ant, Mu Changge, and finally, had his arm severed and fled here like a stray dog.

The physical trauma was excruciating, but what truly dragged him into Hell was the continuous, increasingly clear, and increasingly unbearable sounds echoing in his mind.

These sounds made his eyes burn crimson, his teeth grinding audibly. Every breath carried a metallic, bloody taste—the sensation of his heart bleeding.

"Illusions... It's a Heart Demon! It's the residual Devilish Qi from that Devil Head causing trouble! Qingyao... how could someone as pure and chaste as Qingyao, so devoted to the Dao, ever... ever be like this!" he rasped hoarsely, trying to convince himself. His nails dug deep into his palms, attempting to use sharper pain to resist the Soul-scorching mental torment.

Yet, the sounds did not weaken; instead, they intensified.

Yun Qingyao's voice gradually changed. The tearful resistance grew fainter, replaced by a kind of delicate, soft coquettishness he had never heard before—as if unable to withstand something, yet also craving it.

"No... no! Stop! Make it stop!!" Jian Wushuang suddenly clutched his head and cried out, trying to drive away the demonic sounds. Darkness swam before his eyes, his chest felt tight and agonizingly painful. His internal energy was in complete disarray, not only failing to heal his injuries but instead exacerbating the burning pain in his Meridians.

Yet the sounds clung to him like maggots in the bone, echoing clearly within the icy cave, even... becoming more unrestrained.

"Ah—!!!!"

Finally, at the instant a particularly clear, lingering sound of penetration pierced the air, the last shred of Jian Wushuang's remaining rationality, stretched taut like a bowstring to its limit, snapped with a bang!

He threw his head back, veins bulging on his neck, and let out a shrill, inhuman roar! It was not a roar of anger, but a desperate howl of a Soul utterly torn apart, reason repeatedly ravaged, and all pride and perseverance ground into dust!

"Pfft—!"

A great mouthful of dark red, clotted blood, mixed with fragments from within his body, sprayed violently from his mouth, splattering onto the icy surface before him—a horrifying sight. The originally pure spiritual power surrounding him now churned like a boiling cauldron of oil, fluctuating and twisting violently. Its color rapidly shifted from clarity to murkiness, faintly revealing a sinister, violent, evil, and maddening dark red hue.

In his mind, countless images flashed and collided madly—

Childhood memories, the companionship of a childhood sweetheart...

...

In the Sword Burial Abyss, the resolve and agony of self-castration when he obtained that 'Opportunity'...

Mu Changge's mocking, icy gaze...

Within the golden light of the 'soul suppressing tower', that terrifying finger from Mu Changge after his Fusion with that peerlessly beautiful woman...

The pain of a severed arm...

And now, the lingering, Soul-crushing, wanton sounds belonging to Yun Qingyao that refused to leave his ears...

"Why... why does it have to be him! Clearly, I am the Child of Fortune! I should be the one favored by the Heavenly Dao! Mu Changge! You despicable, shameless Devil Head! What gives you the right? And now... now you must humiliate me like this as well?"

Various emotions churned and intertwined in his mind, completely devouring his remaining clarity. He felt his Dao Heart—that once unshakable, supreme Sword Dao Heart that looked down upon all living beings—beginning to crack inch by inch, being eroded and occupied by dark, demonic thoughts.

"I... am not resigned to this!" he roared, his voice hoarse as a broken gong, filled with endless grief, indignation, and venom. "I, Jian Wushuang, Sword Dao Prodigy, favored by Luck! I was destined to be the strongest in this Realm! Why have I ended up like this? Why have I been repeatedly humiliated by vile scum? Why must even the one I love... be taken by that Devil Head, toyed with at his will?"

"The Righteous Path? Hahahaha!" He suddenly burst into mad, shrill laughter that echoed in the narrow cave, making him appear utterly deranged. "To Hell with the Righteous Path! To Hell with the rules and prohibitions! I strictly adhered to the sect rules, Cultivated diligently and endured hardship—what did it get me? A mutilated body! The hatred of a stolen love! The enmity of a severed arm! To be bullied by anyone and everyone!"

"Since this world is filthy, and Heaven does not bless me..." The last trace of clarity belonging to a 'Righteous Path practitioner' in his crimson eyes was utterly extinguished, replaced by pure, ultimate darkness, madness, and a desire for destruction.

"Then... what if I enter the Demonic Path?!"

"Boom—!"

As if responding to his earth-shattering oath, that trace of sinister, malevolent energy that had already sprouted within him from Cultivating that bizarre sword technique—like a shark smelling blood—suddenly surged violently! It fused madly with his boiling negative emotions, crumbling Dao Heart, and the lingering trace of annihilating Devilish Qi (from Mu Changge's attack) left over from the previous great battle!

A Devilish Qi, black as ink and containing boundless resentment, violence, Yin-coldness, and twisted lust, erupted from the deepest part of his Dantian like a bursting dam, instantly overwhelming his original spiritual power system and sweeping through his entire body!

"Ugh, aaaah—!!!"

Jian Wushuang let out a scream of utmost agony, his body convulsing and twisting uncontrollably. On his skin's surface, ferocious dark-red demonic patterns spread like living things. Wherever they passed, his flesh and blood seemed to burn and reorganize. At the wound on his severed right shoulder, flesh and blood churned madly. Sticky black Qi seeped out, vaguely coalescing into the blurred outline of aillusory arm formed of Devilish Qi!

His aura began to surge and mutate at a shocking, frenzied rate! His original cultivation Realm at the Late Stage of Soul Transformation fluctuated violently under the infusion of Devilish Qi. Though his Foundation was damaged from severe injuries, preventing a direct Breakthrough, the nature of his power underwent a dramatic transformation, becoming more venomous, bizarre, and aggressive! Between his eyebrows, a demonic mark, crimson as blood, slowly emerged, making his once handsome face appear utterly sinister and ferocious.

It was also at this moment that the 'thousand-mile chuanyin conch' within the cave seemed to reach a certain peak and gradually fell silent.

The last shred of emotion Jian Wushuang retained—that remaining, beautiful,pity-filled fantasy about Yun Qingyao—was now completely twisted by endless darkness and madness.

He slowly raised his head. His eyes, crimson as blood with almost no whites visible, stared fixedly at the emptiness ahead, as if they could penetrate layers of rock and see everything happening in that distant cave. The corner of Jian Wushuang's mouth twisted into an utterly distorted, mad, and sinister smile.

"Qingyao..." he murmured in a low, hoarse, broken voice, yet carrying a terrifying tenderness and obsession. "Qingyao... why... why didn't you resist? Why did you have to submit to that Devil Head? Heh... hehehe..."

The laughter grew louder, more and more deranged.

"Pure and chaste? Devoted to the Dao? Hahaha... nothing but self-deceiving jokes! Since everything is already destined..."

He slowly raised his left hand, looking at the ominous black Devilish Qi swirling in his palm. A dark light flashed fiercely in his eyes, and boundless darkness instantly enveloped him.

"Then... wait until I slaughter everything! Trample this filthy world flat! I will take you back, imprison you by my side! You will spend the rest of your life making amends!"

"I will make your eyes... for eternity, reflect only my shadow! I will make you know who is your Heaven! Your Earth! Your only Dominator!"

"Wait until my Demonic Technique reaches Major Achievement, after I extract Mu Changge's Soul, refine his spirit, grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes... you will understand me, Qingyao..."

The madness on his face gradually settled, transforming into an extreme Yin-coldness and obsession.

"Only I... am your final destination."

As his words fell, Jian Wushuang's entire body shook violently!

Thick, substantial Devilish Qi, tinged with an ominous dark red, erupted from within him like a volcano suppressed for millennia! Theviolent energyImpact caused the entire glacial cave to tremble violently. The eternal profound ice on the ceiling and walls cracked with a cacophony, spiderweb fissures spreading everywhere. Ice crystals and shattered rocks fell in showers.

Afear aura of extreme Yin-coldness, violence, and bizarreness erupted from him as the center, madlydiffusion in all directions, instantly filling the entire cave. The air itself seemed to freeze, then sizzle as it was eroded by the Devilish Qi.

The former Saint of the Wandao Sword Sect, the Prodigy favored by Luck, in this glacialJedi, had his Dao Heart shattered, his obsessionsDevour hisreason, and heCompletely fall the Demonic Path!

Finally, the Devilish Qi accumulated to its peak could no longer be contained by the cave. A massive pillar of Devilish Qi, black as ink withroll dark red bloody light within, forcefully blasted through the cave's ceiling, piercing the thick ice layer and rocky crust, shooting straight into the Secret Realm's sky! The pillar connected Heaven and Earth, emanatingevil and ominousfluctuation that made Souls tremble. It stood stark and horrifying against this icy plain.

Outside the cave, the biting cold wind seemed cowed by thisOverwhelming Demonic Power, becoming chaotic. Swirlingice crystals danced around the black Devilish Qi pillar, as if silently witnessing theDepravity of a 'child of destiny' and thenewborn of a 'Devil Head' carrying endlessresentment andaura of destruction.

That soaring demonic Dao pillar was hisferocious prelude, his declaration to the world.