73: My master... True Man Hanyue

Chu Ye raised a second finger: "Second, submit to me. Sign a blood pact and follow my orders from now on. I can guarantee that the Guanghan Immortal Palace's Legacy will not be extinguished, and perhaps... it might even reach a higher level. And you will not have to lose your reputation and sink into a sea of desire."

"You... don't even think about it..."

Li Yue squeezed out a refusal through gritted teeth, but her Aura had weakened significantly.

Both futures Chu Ye described were incredibly dark, but the latter at least... preserved the possibility of her Sect and her last bit of dignity.

"It seems the Palace Mistress needs a little help to make up her mind."

Chu Ye's tone remained unchanged, but it carried a deeper chill. "I don't mind having Hua Yu pay a visit to the Guanghan Immortal Palace."

"A True Immortal is enough to turn that icy fairyland into a true mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in an instant. Do you want to become the eternal sinner of your Sect, or... a survivor who endures humiliation to continue its Legacy?"

The shadow of the Sect's destruction was like the coldest icicle, piercing through Li Yue's final mental defenses.

Compared to the survival of the Sect, her personal humiliation... She trembled, her lips bitten until they were bloody.

Just as her spirit was on the verge of complete collapse, an obsession buried deep in her heart suddenly surfaced, like the last straw a drowning person grasps.

She looked up, her eyes filled with utter despair, but also a faint, all-or-nothing determination: "...If... if I agree... can you... promise me one thing?"

"Oh?" Chu Ye raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.

"My Revered Master... Immortal Master Cold Moon."

Li Yue's voice carried endless sorrow and entreaty. "Her Lifespan is near its end, and she has been heavily injured and ill for a long time. It is impossible for her to pass the Immortal Tribulation on her own... The reason I..."

"The reason I was so eager to push this matter, besides for your Physique... was also to find a glimmer of vitality for her..."

Tears fell silently. This was the soft core she kept hidden deep in her heart, the drive behind all her forceful actions.

Chu Ye listened quietly, a flash of understanding crossing his eyes.

So that was it. This Revered Master-disciple bond was her greatest weakness and motivation.

"Help her undergo tribulation and achieve Immortal Ascension?" Chu Ye pondered for a moment and nodded. "I can. If you truly submit, you will be an asset to me. Helping her become an immortal is not out of the question."

This promise was like a key, unlocking the final heavy lock in Li Yue's heart.

The survival of her Sect, her Revered Master's vitality, and not completely falling into desire or annihilation... Under the crushing weight of absolute power and carefully designed psychological pressure, and before the temptation of a final glimmer of hope, all her persistence and pride finally collapsed.

"...I... am willing..."

She closed her eyes, tears falling like rain, her voice so soft it seemed it would vanish at any moment, yet heavy with the weight of a sacrifice.

Chu Ye said no more. The complex, ancient, blood-colored rune of the blood pact surfaced at his fingertips again, slowly floating toward the center of Li Yue's brow.

Li Yue did not resist. A drop of blood, a mixture of her Origin essence blood and core Soul Power, seeped from her brow and trembled as it merged into the rune.

The moment the blood pact was completed, the power of the heavenly soul disturbance fragrance was forcibly suppressed to a deeper level. It no longer ran rampant, but it was now completely bound to her Soul.

An invisible, irreversible sense of subordination spread. Li Yue's power, will, and even her emotions were now under his control.

The light gradually faded.

Li Yue collapsed weakly to the ground. The exhaustion after the Great Calamity, combined with the pull and suppression of the contract's power, transformed into a natural sense of awe and obedience toward her Revered Master.

She looked up slightly, her eyes reflecting only obedience, confusion, and a hint of flirtatiousness that had seeped into the depths of her Soul from the drug's power.

Chu Ye walked up to her and reached out his hand.

Li Yue's body trembled slightly. Her will felt a humiliating resistance, but her body obeyed submissively, even carrying a hint of urgency to be taken by him.

The body and will resisting each other—this was the tyranny of the blood pact. Furthermore, Chu Ye did not demand absolute loyalty of the will, as that would be too boring for him.

He preferred the process of a will gradually sinking into submission.

Chu Ye leaned down, his fingertips lightly stroking Li Yue's eyes, which had suddenly widened and were now completely filled with submissiveness and dependence, leaving a final mark of his own on her small, exquisite heart.

"Tell me, what should you call me now?"

"Revered Master..."

She spat out those two words, hoarse but clear, marking the fall of a generation's Palace Mistress and the birth of an absolutely loyal slave.

Inside the bedchamber, the glow of the blood pact had not yet fully dissipated. The air was filled with the subtle fluctuations of the contract's formation and the lingering sweet scent.

Chu Ye withdrew his hand, the delicate and burning touch of Li Yue's cheek seemingly still lingering on his palm.

He looked at the newly acquired "contracted object" before him with a calm gaze and issued his first unquestionable command: "Undress."

The word was clear and flat, yet it acted like invisible shackles, directly affecting the core of Li Yue's will through the link of the blood pact.

Li Yue's body suddenly stiffened, a fierce struggle and extreme shame flashing through her eyes.

She was once the high and mighty Palace Mistress of Guanghan. How could her pure and noble body ever have suffered such humiliation?

Resistance welled up within her like a tide.

However, the power of the blood pact was even more tyrannical; it was an absolute obedience branded into the depths of her Divine Soul.

While her consciousness was still resisting, her body had already betrayed her will and begun to move.

Her slender fingers trembled, uncontrollably reaching for the collar of her clothes.

That moon-white palace dress, a symbol of her status and pride, slipped off her body piece by piece like a cicada shedding its wings.

First the outer robe, then the inner garment, and finally the intimate undergarments... Every piece of clothing that left her body seemed to strip away a layer of her dignity and past.

Soon, a body so perfect it was breathtaking was presented before Chu Ye without any concealment.

Her skin was whiter than snow, tinged with a faint pink from her lingering arousal, like the finest warm mutton-fat jade.

The curves of her figure were graceful and undulating, everything in its perfect place. Her full breasts trembled slightly with her rapid breathing, her waist was slender, and her long, straight legs were pressed together, yet they couldn't stop shaking slightly.

Moonlight spilled through the window lattice, casting a clear glow over her, adding a few points of heart-shaking fragility and temptation.

Chu Ye's gaze swept over her calmly, as if inspecting a collection piece that finally belonged completely to him and was of excellent quality.

He did not linger, nor did he show any hesitation in showing mercy. He stepped forward and reached out to pick up this naked body, a symbol of conquest and spoils of war.

"Ah!"

Li Yue let out a short cry of surprise, her body instantly tensing up, yet under the suppression of the contract, she was unable to make any effective resistance.

Chu Ye walked straight to the large bed in the hall and, without any tenderness, threw the soft, jade-like body in his arms onto it.

The softness of the silk contrasted with the coolness and delicacy of her skin.

"Since it is to neutralize the poison, it must be thorough."

Chu Ye's voice betrayed little emotion as he leaned over, completely shrouding Li Yue in his shadow.

There was no prelude, no tenderness, and no consideration for Li Yue's current physical weakness or the fact that this was her first time.

"Mmh—!"