When the Female Lead Becomes Obsessive – Chapter 85

Volume Four: Those Years When I Was a Master

[Rough and not set in stone: Foundation Establishment → Enlightenment → Integration → Temptation → Golden Core → Nascent Soul → Soul Division → Body Integration → Void Glimpse → Mahayana → Void Shattering → Tribulation Transcendence → Supreme Immortal]

The Culprit

Love at first sight—a love for her face, a devotion to her heart.

On the day of the grand assembly, high upon the stage, Wen Nuan’s face was like a peach blossom, her white robes fluttering. She descended into Yu Wan Zhao’s heart like a banished immortal, and from that moment on, Yu Wan Zhao became a devout believer. She drew near to her goddess, foolishly begging for her divine light to illuminate and warm her.

Gradually, she was no longer satisfied. She began to desire to get closer to her goddess, to touch her, and even to profane her.

She knew she was a sinner. So when her demonic heritage was exposed, she felt it was only her due. No wonder she had such filthy, despicable thoughts. It turned out that her vile roots were impossible to change, her nature impossible to alter.

Now, her obsession had deepened, and she had succumbed to her demonic nature. She would drag the banished immortal from her heart down into hell to die with her.

Since she was already the villain, she might as well be rotten to the core.

Let’s be damned for all eternity together.

Yu Wan Zhao wrapped her arms around Wen Nuan’s neck, wanting to kiss those glistening, thin lips, wanting to taste the desire that had seeped into her very bones.

She was just an inch away…

Suddenly, Yu Wan Zhao felt the demonic energy inside her swell at a terrifying rate. The spiritual energy in her body was forcefully devoured by the sudden surge, offering almost no resistance.

Yu Wan Zhao struggled to maintain what little spiritual energy she had left. She couldn’t let the demonic energy consume it all. She didn’t want to fully descend into demonhood, to be cut off from the mortal realm, and most of all, she didn’t want to be completely at odds with Wen Nuan.

Wen Nuan also sensed the imbalance of demonic and spiritual energy within Yu Wan Zhao. She immediately poured her own spiritual energy into Yu Wan Zhao’s body to sustain her spiritual power and resist the violent surge of demonic energy.

Yu Wan Zhao never expected Wen Nuan to transfer spiritual energy to her. She could feel a continuous stream of power flowing into her Spiritual Sea, helping her stabilize the rampaging demonic energy and protect her fragile Nascent Soul.

“Master, you…?”

Before she could finish her sentence, a powerful suction force from below yanked Yu Wan Zhao violently downward.

It was like an invisible, giant hand.

Her arms suddenly empty, Wen Nuan immediately gave chase. Yu Wan Zhao was falling too fast. Wen Nuan circulated all the spiritual energy in her body, accelerating to catch up.

Seeing Wen Nuan pursuing her, Yu Wan Zhao reached a hand toward her, her fingertips straining upward.

Wen Nuan instantly reached out as well. Their fingertips were clearly within reach, yet they couldn’t grasp each other.

“Wan Zhao—”

What on earth was pulling Yu Wan Zhao down?!

The System immediately checked the current world’s plotline and exclaimed in shock: 【This is actually the burial place of the Demon Lord Kui Yuan.】

The burial place of Demon Lord Kui Yuan… which meant there was a demonic soul inheritance here.

As a direct blood descendant of Demon Lord Kui Yuan, the demonic soul inheritance would naturally be passed down to one of its own.

But while this inheritance was precious, the immense demonic energy flooding into Yu Wan Zhao’s body would be too much for her to bear. Moreover, she still had spiritual energy inside her. If the two energies fell into complete chaos, Yu Wan Zhao would be torn apart by the overwhelming power.

Plop—

Yu Wan Zhao plunged into a pool of blood. Wen Nuan landed on the edge, watching as endless streams of demonic qi billowed from the pool, frantically pouring into Yu Wan Zhao’s body.

The blood pool churned violently. Yu Wan Zhao was like a lone skiff, unmoored and helpless, tossed about by the roiling waves.

Wen Nuan tried to use Quexie to pull Yu Wan Zhao out of the pool, only to find that the pool had a death grip on her body, making it impossible to move her.

She couldn’t let Yu Wan Zhao continue absorbing demonic energy in the blood pool, or she would truly explode and die.

Wen Nuan took a deep breath and stepped directly into the blood pool. A pain that pierced her very soul nearly made her pass out.

It hurt. It was a pain like having every bone in her body snapped one by one. She could barely move an inch; just standing there made her tremble uncontrollably.

“System, pain block.”

【It’ll only be fifty percent effective. Can you handle it?】 the System asked worriedly as it quickly activated the function.

Wen Nuan felt the pain ease slightly. She could endure it if she gritted her teeth. “I have to, whether I can or not. If the female lead explodes and dies, we’ll be finished too.”

The bone-chilling pain felt as if hundreds of fine, poisoned needles were stabbing into her legs. The sharp points and vicious venom made every step an agonizing struggle.

Each step required her to use all her spiritual energy to fight against the sea of blood.

Wen Nuan reached out and grabbed Yu Wan Zhao’s hand. The moment she touched the blood sea, it felt as if all five of her fingers had been broken. She forced herself to tighten her grip, pulling Yu Wan Zhao into her embrace. Ignoring the pain wracking her body, she started walking toward the shore.

Those few steps felt like half a lifetime.

Only when her feet were on solid ground could Wen Nuan finally catch her breath, her body still trembling from the pain.

Wen Nuan looked at the unconscious Yu Wan Zhao beside her. The demonic and spiritual energies in her body were nearing a critical imbalance, like a thin glass bottle filled with scorching magma, ready to shatter at any moment.

The Taiyi Qingxu Pill was in Yu Wan Zhao’s spiritual bracelet. Unless one was its recognized owner, no one else could open it.

Wen Nuan planned to break the bracelet by force. Taking the Taiyi Qingxu Pill was also a risk, but given the female lead’s current state, she had no choice but to fight fire with fire.

She had just picked up the bracelet, preparing to shatter it, when she discovered she could effortlessly probe inside and take out items at will.

Wen Nuan’s pupils trembled slightly. She glanced at Yu Wan Zhao, then quickly took the Taiyi Qingxu Pill from the bracelet and fed it to her.

A holy-grade pill like this took effect quickly. In an instant, the spiritual energy in Yu Wan Zhao’s body began to grow rapidly, becoming a match for the surging demonic energy.

The two forces were deadlocked, repelling each other, each looking for an opportunity to devour the other. Amidst this slaughter, Yu Wan Zhao’s Nascent Soul appeared incredibly fragile, as if it could be reduced to ashes at any moment.

If a cultivator’s Nascent Soul was destroyed, the lightest consequence was the dissipation of their cultivation, turning them into a cripple. The heaviest was the drying up of their Spiritual Sea, leading to a withered death.

This couldn’t go on.

The sudden increase in both demonic and spiritual energy was already pushing Yu Wan Zhao’s body, the vessel, to its breaking point. Furthermore, her Nascent Soul could become a casualty of their battle at any time.

“System, if I split my Primordial Spirit¹ and give half to the female lead to control the energies in her body, I probably won’t die, right?”

The System frowned. 【There’s a 30% chance you won’t die, and a 95% chance you’ll become a “vegetable,” numb and ignorant, devoid of the seven emotions and six desires.】

Wen Nuan clenched her fist and gritted her teeth. “Do it!”

She couldn’t let Yu Wan Zhao die like this.

【Alright,】 the System knew this was the only way. Half the Primordial Spirit of a Mahayana realm cultivator was comparable to a divine-grade pill. 【If you do become a numb and ignorant “vegetable,” I can fight to get you one shichen² of lucidity each day.】

“Thanks, System.”

Just as Wen Nuan was about to help Yu Wan Zhao up, she saw her eyes snap open. The blood pool had dyed her dark irises a crimson red, and the malice and bloodlust in them were almost tangible.

She stared at Wen Nuan like a ferocious beast.

Yu Wan Zhao clearly still had spiritual energy supporting her. Why had she suddenly descended into demonhood?

Wen Nuan tentatively called out, “Wan Zhao? Wan Zhao?”

Her blood-red eyes shifted, and the corner of her mouth curved into a sinister arc. “Disciple Wan Zhao pays her respects to Master.”

【Ahhh! The female lead’s blackening value is increasing! It’s at 8.6 now!】 the System shrieked. 【It’s still rising! It’s still rising, ahhh…】

It seemed the immense demonic qi in the blood pool was the so-called demonic soul inheritance. The obsession that had been suppressed in the female lead’s heart for so long had finally erupted, and she was now completely controlled by the inherited demonic soul, devoid of her own consciousness.

“Wan Zhao?” Wen Nuan tried to awaken the female lead’s consciousness. “Wan Zhao, don’t let the demonic soul control your mind! Wan Zhao, wake up!”

“Wake up?” A dark glint flashed in Yu Wan Zhao’s crimson eyes. “Master, this disciple is very awake. Extremely awake. So awake that I know exactly what I want.”

She bared her teeth in a wicked grin and chuckled. “Master, do you know? Five years ago, when you wanted to kill this disciple, do you know how heartbroken I was?”

Wen Nuan knew that incident had left an indelible shadow on Yu Wan Zhao’s heart. She could only try to placate her first, saying softly, “Yes, it was my fault. I wronged you. As long as you can forgive me, I’ll do anything, alright?”

“Is that so?” Yu Wan Zhao lifted her gaze, her eyes growing ambiguous and dark. “Then if this disciple does this to Master, Master can accept it too?”

“What?”

She faced Wen Nuan and spread her fingers. Wen Nuan felt a powerful suction force as Yu Wan Zhao pinned her down, using Quexie to bind her hands.

Her nimble hand slipped inside Wen Nuan’s clothes, instantly cupping the beautifully curved softness and touching that delicate, smooth skin.

Yu Wan Zhao kissed Wen Nuan’s lips fiercely. Even as the taste of blood spread between their lips and teeth, she refused to let go.

Her tongue pried open Wen Nuan’s teeth, forcing its way inside to drink the sweet nectar she had dreamed of.

“Mmph…”

Wen Nuan never imagined that Yu Wan Zhao’s obsession was to do this kind of thing to her?!

System: 【The blackening value dropped a little! Wen Nuan, quick, cooperate with her!】

Caught off guard by Yu Wan Zhao’s stormy kiss, Wen Nuan heard the System’s prompt and immediately kissed her back, trying to soothe her.

The violent kiss gradually softened. Their lips and tongues intertwined, their temples brushing against each other.

Amidst the heated kisses, their clothes loosened. Quexie quietly fell away. Wen Nuan wrapped her arms around Yu Wan Zhao and looked at her. A faint light flickered in those deep eyes.

She lowered her gaze to Yu Wan Zhao’s open collar, to the familiar scar on her chest.

Wen Nuan reached out to trace it, but found that the texture wasn’t as smooth as she remembered. This wasn’t a scar grown from flesh and blood?!

“This is…?” Wen Nuan’s eyes widened in astonishment as she stared at Yu Wan Zhao.

Why is the shape so similar, but the texture so different?

Could it be that Yu Wan Zhao isn’t “her”?

But the familiar throb I felt when we kissed, and the data from the System, are all the same!?

“Does Master find it ugly?” Yu Wan Zhao lay beneath her, panting, her plump, fair arms draped around Wen Nuan’s neck. “Have you forgotten?”

Wen Nuan looked up. “What?”

She raised her upper body slightly. Her thin lips, stained red with blood, moved close to Wen Nuan’s ear. She nibbled on her earlobe, but her tone was as cold as a venomous snake. “This was personally left by you, Master.”

The scene from five years ago flashed through Wen Nuan’s mind—she, holding the Abyssal Ice Sword, had ruthlessly stabbed Yu Wan Zhao in the chest.

The crowd had been stunned and horrified, but there was also a chorus of cheers from the other cultivators.

At that time, Yu Wan Zhao had looked at her in disbelief, her eyes filled with shock and despair, helplessness and grief.

The memory was a ferocious tide, completely drowning her.

Wen Nuan’s fingertips trembled as she caressed the scar. “Why… didn’t it disappear?”

She hadn’t used her full strength. She had only pierced three inches deep, not injuring Yu Wan Zhao’s heart meridian. With her cultivation, a sword wound like this should not have left a scar.

Yu Wan Zhao’s lips curved into a smile, but her gaze was as cold as ice. “This was a gift from Master. How could I bear to erase it?”

Her cool fingers traced Wen Nuan’s cheek, slid down to her chin, and then leisurely moved to her chest. “Master, is it cold? Is it freezing?”

Wen Nuan’s pupils trembled, her eyes wide as she stared at her.

“A person stabbed by the Abyssal Ice Sword should have no blood and no wound. The cold qi enters the body, flows through the meridians and blood, seeps into the bone marrow, causing the body to feel as if it’s frozen solid, enduring a bone-chilling cold that obstructs the blood.”

“Master, I didn’t remove this scar, and I didn’t expel this cold qi, precisely so that I could remember you every single moment.”

“Every time the cold pierces my bones, every time the pain is unbearable, the thought that you brought this upon me makes me feel… that the cold isn’t harsh enough, that the pain isn’t deep enough.”

Yu Wan Zhao captured Wen Nuan’s trembling lower lip and murmured, “Master, do you regret it? If you had struck harder back then, stabbed a little deeper, you wouldn’t be at my mercy now, to be humiliated as I please, would you?”

A bitter taste filled her mouth. Yu Wan Zhao looked at Wen Nuan, only to find her face streaming with tears. The grief and sorrow in her eyes made her freeze.

“Master…?” Yu Wan Zhao was at a loss, wiping the tears from her face. “You… don’t cry…”

“I was wrong, Master, I was wrong. Please don’t cry, okay?”

The malice and ruthlessness in Yu Wan Zhao’s blood-red eyes suddenly vanished, replaced entirely by heartache and guilt.

She kept wiping Wen Nuan’s tears, begging, “Master, don’t cry. It was my fault. Please don’t cry, okay?”

Wen Nuan hugged her tightly, tears blurring her vision as she let out a heart-wrenching sob.

Yu Wan Zhao didn’t dare to move, only burying her face in Wen Nuan’s embrace, repeating, “I was wrong.”

Why was the scar on “her” chest so familiar?

Why was “her” body often as cold as ice?

It turned out she had personally left all of this behind…

Wen Nuan gripped the back of her neck, her trembling lips pressing down, biting and gnawing at her lips in a frantic frenzy, as if only this could make her feel Yu Wan Zhao’s real presence.

Yu Wan Zhao endured Wen Nuan’s fierce, stormy kiss, but in the next second, her blood-red eyes went vacant, and she collapsed limply into Wen Nuan’s arms.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

Wen Nuan apologized over and over, endless guilt and regret consuming her heart.

In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to kill herself.

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