Wang Weizhi slowly moved closer, his eyes bloodshot. Lin Jiu took a deep breath and summoned the glazed crimson sword, holding it defensively in front of her to prevent Wang Weizhi from lunging at her—the side effect of Jade Heart Sutra was no laughing matter! At the same time, she hurriedly shouted, “Stop! Don’t!”
“Hm?” Wang Weizhi’s movement paused. He squinted slightly. “What? Do you despise me because my mother was a devil?”
Lin Jiu was momentarily taken aback, a flicker of complex emotion flashing in her eyes. The thought hadn’t even occurred to her, much less the idea of despising him for it. Wang Weizhi was simply being too sensitive; unintentionally exposing the deep-seated insecurity within his heart.
But she also knew that she absolutely couldn’t risk provoking him. Moreover, as a transmigrator, she bore no hatred toward the devil race, let alone any form of racial prejudice? So, choosing her words carefully, she replied with a solemn tone, “Do you still believe that devils are inherently inferior to humans? If the same blood coursed through human veins, how many would still hold true to their principles and uphold their lofty morals? You don’t need to look far—just consider the people here. When this is over, how many of the twelve will remain?”
Wang Weizhi squinted his eyes further, his voice lowering. “Then why are you resisting me? Are you concerned about Wei Liang? Hah, I, Wang Weizhi, am not trash like Wang Hantan. The woman I desire, I’ll have, and I’ll protect her!”
Hearing him mention Wei Liang so abruptly, Lin Jiu inexplicably felt her face heat up slightly.
Wang Weizhi moved closer again, a gust of hot air brushing against Lin Jiu’s face. The distance between them shrank to less than a foot. He didn’t take Lin Jiu’s sword seriously at all, easily pinching its blade and slowly pushing it aside. A smirk curled his lips; the color of lust gleamed in his bloodshot eyes as his low voice turned huskier. “Be my woman; I’ll take full responsibility for you.”
A shiver ran down Lin Jiu’s spine. The blood within her roared and surged, clamoring for contact with the man before her, while the searing pain burned even hotter than before. The dual torment nearly broke her sanity.
Wang Weizhi drew even closer, ready to restrain her in his arms. Lin Jiu could hear her heart pounding. This young man was handsome, capable, and reliable, exuding vitality from every inch of his being. She knew his entire life story and his personality—once he committed to a woman, he would never let go. If he said he would take responsibility, he truly would, to the very end.
Running away with him might be her best option. After all, she and Wei Liang weren’t truly husband and wife.
Yet, for some reason, when Wei Liang’s name slipped through her mind like a stream, the boiling blood in Lin Jiu’s veins instantly cooled. Although she had racked her brain ever since her transmigration, trying every possible way to escape from Wei Liang, she had never considered doing so in this way. The entanglement between them wasn’t something she could simply declare null and void. Regardless of Wei Liang’s motives for his actions, she undeniably owed him much.
So, until she could make things clear with Wei Liang, she absolutely couldn’t have such a relationship with Wang Weizhi!
With a newfound resolution, Lin Jiu flipped her sword and thrust its tip into her shoulder. The piercing pain momentarily suppressed the burning torment in her blood and temporarily dispelled the agitation. With a steady voice, she said firmly, “Huang Chuan is watching.”
Wang Weizhi instantly froze, a peculiar expression flickering across his attractive face.
“Wang Weizhi,” Lin Jiu spoke again. Just like him, her voice was hoarse, but her tone was unyielding. “I know you’re a rational man with superb self-control. Are you seriously going to commit such a disgraceful act with another man’s wife, right under the gaze of an ancient great power? You might want this, but I don’t! Wang Weizhi, where is your self-restraint? All those years of cultivating your mind—did you throw them away to feed your dog?”
This was the exact line he had used to mock the Wang family members when they first entered the secret realm, and now, Lin Jiu threw it back at him, word for word. She knew his pride ran deep, and this approach would hit him where it hurt.
Wang Weizhi froze for a moment. Then, he suddenly broke into laughter, retreating step by step as the sound echoed.
After a few steps, though they were still bloodshot, clarity returned to his eyes.
Lin Jiu exhaled softly, retracting the poised Lotus Shatter. As the petals quivered back into place, a sudden suction force emerged. Lin Jiu’s eyes widened as she watched the Karma Lotus tremble gently, its dark golden petals and stem drawing the agitated heat surging through her body into her sea of consciousness. From the Karma Lotus, wisps of red mist began to rise, beautiful and dreamlike.
A wave of relief washed over Lin Jiu. ‘Karma Lotus, you could even absorb this?’ She thought, shocked and delighted. ‘Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!’
While she was lost in thought, a clear metallic clang rang in the luxurious room. Startled, she saw Wang Weizhi had drawn his sword, flipping it deftly to aim the pointed blade at his chest.
This man’s decisiveness was astonishing. In mere moments, he had already made up his mind.
“I’ll trust you this once,” he said. “If I win this trial, I’ll go to Wei Liang and claim you!” The words had barely left his lips when his sword made a swift thrust forward, piercing his heart. He paused slightly as if savoring the sensation.
“Hey, wait—” Lin Jiu belatedly spoke up, but Wang Weizhi’s handsome face curved into a knowing smile. With sudden force, he drove his sword further, completely stabbing his chest.
She stared blankly as his figure gradually faded.
…
Wang Weizhi’s current situation was neither good nor bad. After darkness overtook his vision, he found himself standing intact beneath a bright cascade of falling sand, his sword still hanging at his waist, without a single scratch on his body. The agony of the devil blood burning through him had also vanished. Though his body couldn’t move, he could slightly shift his gaze.
Sweeping his eyes around, he saw Qin Yunxi and the others standing stiffly like puppets beside him, lifeless, their primordial souls absent.
‘Not the real body… I see. No wonder. I was wondering how that old fossil Huang Chuan possessed the skill of replacing bodies and turning them into devils,’ Wang Weizhi thought to himself. ‘If the devil bodies are but an illusion, then the so-called elixirs are nothing more than false bait. Hah, luckily I was clever and did not make a fool of myself in front of that woman!’
For some reason, a mischievous smile flickered in his eyes. His gaze shifted and fixed on Lin Jiu, who stood motionless to his left. Her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes cast a neat shadow on her slightly flushed cheeks. Her rosy lips resembled fresh petals that had just blossomed from a bud, harboring a sweet yet faintly tart nectar within.
Wang Weizhi gulped subconsciously; a wicked thought arose in his heart. ‘What a pity that they could only be seen but not touched…’ He wanted to click his tongue. The forced extraction of his primordial souls into the illusion had resulted in unavoidable aftereffects: his body would remain immobile for the duration of an incense stick of time.
‘Just you wait,’ he thought wickedly. ‘You almost drove me mad with frustration; I’ll have to make you repay this debt!’
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