Sharing a bridal chamber with you (7)
“Will you shed tears for me?”
When Xu Jiao woke up again, she was still in bed, but Xia Jingzhe had once again disappeared.
However, something was slightly different this time—
The bed she was lying on was no longer made of icy smooth jade stones from the wooden house. It had become a bed made from the spine of the Demonic Dragon. Compared to the jade bed that protected the heart meridians of righteous cultivators and nourished their immortal bodies with spiritual energy, the dragon bone bed had the opposite effect: it continuously emanated demonic energy.
Fortunately, what Xu Jiao needed at this moment was exactly this…
Demonic energy.
It was strange. When she opened her eyes, the restriction within her body was clearly still in place, but she could sense the faint presence of demonic energy in the air… approaching her.
The Demonic Realm, which she had instinctively loathed at a glance in the past, now made her feel comfortable from the bottom of her heart. She didn’t even want to move from this bed, feeling a warm comfort similar to a baby in amniotic fluid.
She realized—
She had been changed by the demonic spring.
From now on, she was no longer a righteous cultivator, but a demon that the Kunlun Sect feared and loathed.
Within her sight, there were no living creatures. Xu Jiao reminisced for a while about the extreme pleasure she felt before falling asleep, and then slowly called the system: “I haven’t heard you report Xia Jingzhe’s blackening value in a long time. Have my continuous efforts finally reduced it a bit?”
The system coldly exposed her: “I’m sorry to inform you that the reason for my long absence is the prolonged duration of disharmonious scenes—”
Xu Jiao suddenly changed the subject: “Xia Jingzhe would be pleased if she knew you praised her endurance like this, wouldn’t she?”
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System: “…”
It indifferently shifted the topic: “Currently, Xia Jingzhe’s blackening value is 99.9.”
This left Xu Jiao speechless.
She remained silent for a long time, then voiced her genuine confusion: “Why? What exactly has this world done to her? There are no more enemies of hers in this world, even the main faction that bullied her, Kunlun, was destroyed by her. I’ve been utterly compliant with her. What exactly is it that she can’t let go?”
The system momentarily crashed upon hearing her “utterly compliant” statement.
Then it answered silently: “The reason is undetectable. Please continue to explore to reduce the protagonist’s blackening value. According to the system’s past statistical experience, when the protagonist’s blackening value reaches 100, the plot will completely collapse, and the ending is highly likely to fail to be revised.”
Xu Jiao opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a word.
Since entering this world, it was the first time she realized that she didn’t understand the protagonist she had shaped at all.
She didn’t even know why Xia Jingzhe became blackening or why she transformed her into a demon.
A woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; the ancients didn’t deceive her.
……
Perhaps hearing Xu Jiao’s inner concern, Xia Jingzhe appeared sooner than before. She saw Xu Jiao staring blankly and calmly at the ceiling, looking utterly indifferent and detached, and felt even more clearly the bitterness and despair in her heart.
Despite having fallen into being a corrupted demon cultivator, this person remained unruffled, as if nothing in the world could leave a mark on her heart.
For a moment, Xia Jingzhe wanted to know if this person’s heart was made of cold stone.
But she had felt Xu Jiao’s warmth and knew deeply that her senior sister’s blood was hot, her body filled with irresistible warmth, like a tender embrace that made one want to sink into it.
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“Senior Sister.” Xia Jingzhe sighed softly, reaching out to gently adjust Xu Jiao’s collar, her tone carrying an inexplicable helplessness: “What should I do with you?”
Xu Jiao heard a baseless sadness in her tone and looked at her in confusion.
A thought unconsciously popped into her head:
Could it be that Xia Jingzhe… was on her period?
Is that why she was so sentimental and moody?
But Xia Jingzhe’s cultivation level wasn’t low; she should have long since transcended such mortal needs. She usually only consumed spiritual plants and grains, not needing to expel excess impurities like ordinary people. So where would the period come from?
Unable to figure it out, she simply stopped thinking about it and directly asked: “Junior Sister, you don’t seem very happy. Why?”
Xia Jingzhe saw the slight confusion in her eyes. Knowing this was the first sign of concern Xu Jiao had shown since being taken to the Demonic Realm, Xia Jingzhe felt no joy at all.
She asked: “Senior Sister truly doesn’t know why I am sorrowful?”
Xu Jiao looked at her, then slowly nodded.
Xia Jingzhe met her gaze, looking deep into her dark eyes, as if wanting to pour all her emotions through this window of the soul, as if wishing to tear open her chest to show her own love.
After a long time, she finally said quietly: “Because the one I love has neither me in their eyes nor in their heart. That is why I am sorrowful.”
Xu Jiao’s eyebrows twitched slightly upon hearing this.
So that’s how it is, she thought.
This is a problem she can’t help with.
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Xia Jingzhe seemed to understand her silence. After a long pause, she pulled a self-mocking smile, leaned down to prop herself beside Xu Jiao, and asked from above: “Senior Sister, can you tell me how I can live in your heart?”
“I really want to know if, should I one day die before you, you would shed tears for me.”
As she spoke, she leaned closer, and that kiss landed on Xu Jiao’s forehead, carrying a sense of cherishment.
Xu Jiao neither avoided nor responded, just watched her come closer and listened to her words. When Xia Jingzhe straightened up again, Xu Jiao softly said: “You won’t die.”
Although she often abused the protagonist, she never wrote the protagonist to death. This was her principle when writing abusive stories.
Of course, this often made her heart-wrenching readers angrily scold her: “The protagonist is suffering so much, they might as well die… Living is such abuse!”
……
At this moment, Xia Jingzhe heard her words, curved her lips into a smile, and was just about to invite Xu Jiao to get up and accompany her for a walk outside when she suddenly sensed something and turned her face toward the direction outside the hall.
“I had wanted to show Senior Sister more of the Demonic Realm’s scenery, but unfortunately… the mood-ruining guests have arrived too quickly.”
Her tone carried regret and melancholy.
Xu Jiao, with her cultivation sealed, couldn’t sense anything unusual. However, she still roused herself from her lethargic state, leaning on the bed to get up, but was pushed back by Xia Jingzhe’s hand.
Not knowing what mechanism she triggered, black pillars instantly rose around them. Each pillar bore grotesque demonic creatures in relief, faintly connected by electric arcs, forming a formation that trapped Xu Jiao on the dragon bone bed.
Xia Jingzhe stood up and retreated a few steps, showing Xu Jiao a gentle smile: “Senior Sister, you are without your cultivation now, so it’s best to stay here. When the fighting starts, swords and blades have no eyes, and I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
“Is it… the Kunlun Sect?” Xu Jiao quickly guessed the identity of the uninvited guests.
The smile on Xia Jingzhe’s lips froze, and she spoke in a faint tone: “Is Senior Sister waiting for the Sect Leader to come save you?”
“Unfortunately.”
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She continued, “The Kunlun Sect has been annihilated. All 13,423 disciples perished—Senior Sister guessed wrong.”
Xu Jiao’s expression finally changed.
Just when Xia Jingzhe thought she would see Xu Jiao finally get angry, she heard Xu Jiao murmur to herself, “Could it be… the Immortal Lord?”
Her tone was filled with disbelief.
Unfortunately, Xia Jingzhe could no longer enjoy this moment. She could sense that even in the depths of the Demonic Realm, she was still locked onto by that celestial force from the heavens. The pressure was terrifying and made her scalp tingle. Even just being stared at through the Demonic Realm’s barrier made her feel a bone-chilling cold.
She didn’t respond to whether Xu Jiao’s guess was right or wrong, her body turned into black mist, dissipating instantly, vanishing from the room without a trace.
Leaving Xu Jiao alone, trapped in the formation.
Xu Jiao looked blankly in the direction outside the hall. Through the formation, everything seemed shrouded in a layer of gray, unclear. For the first time, she felt a strong sense of unease, making her eager to do something.
“System, can you guess how many levels of the Demonic Dragon’s cultivation technique she has mastered now?” Xu Jiao proactively asked.
System: “I cannot guess.”
Xu Jiao had anticipated this answer. Ever since the system had brought her into this world, it knew nothing besides monitoring data related to Xia Jingzhe, functioning like a low-level AI.
But she couldn’t help but ask, “Facing the Immortal Lord now, can she win?”
The system’s response remained the same: it didn’t know.
Xu Jiao sat there silently for a long time. With one last question left in her heart, she didn’t want to hear the system’s mechanical “don’t know” again, so she kept it to herself.
She gazed outside, and after a long time, her red lips slightly parted. Her tone was as indifferent as ever, though it seemed tinged with something different. Unfortunately, no one was there, so no one could tell.
She asked softly, as if to herself:
“Will Xia Jingzhe die?”