Murmuring to herself with joy, Su Bai’s expression suddenly changed.
Those four words clearly caught her off guard.
In an instant, a long spear pierced through her dantian, immediately followed by one hundred and eight grayish-white stone needles sealing every vital acupoint around the Empress.
Her entire aura plummeted.
Su Bai, who had a perfected Nascent Soul cultivation, suddenly became as ordinary as a mortal.
This was—Seal Immortality and Sever Spirit!
Calmly withdrawing the black spear, the wound was instantly healed, so fast it was as if no process occurred at all.
Su Xiaohei suddenly smiled, a few hints of wickedness, triumph, and exhilaration flashing across his face.
He naturally pulled out a peachwood whip from his storage bag, his eyes roaming over Su Bai’s delicate body.
His mischievous grin grew wider, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he prepared to get his revenge—an eye for an eye.
However, the next moment, his body stiffened without warning, almost toppling forward.
Luckily, he quickly regained his balance and returned to normal.
He slowly opened his eyes again and looked at Su Bai.
His gaze was no longer the same as before.
It was as if he had been reborn, or perhaps understood everything.
His deep black pupils held only endless profound calm.
“Master, I won again.”
Su Bai: ???
I just got ‘charged’ again!!
Is a disciple’s fate really to always get attacked by their master!?
I clearly raised this little pet with rod discipline this life, beating it until it was obedient—why does it still want to attack me!?
Damn it! I should’ve beaten this brat to death from the start!!
“You little bastard!”
Finally snapping out of it, Su Bai cursed angrily and scooted her butt back further, putting more distance between them.
Her face was full of vigilance.
“Trying to attack me again, huh? Ungrateful white-eyed wolf! If you’ve got the guts, give me one good hit!!”
“Damn it! You really never change your nature!! I was too gentle when I hit you before; I should have beaten you to a pulp back then!!”
Su Xiaohei—no, Zhou Xuan—shook his head and repeated again, “Master, I won again.”
“You little bastard! What does your winning have to do with me!?”
“You said it yourself—I won. Your heart will open to me.”
The man in the dark robe stepped closer toward the Empress, who was slumped on the ground looking utterly helpless.
He slowly bent down.
“Compared to obtaining an empty, lewd puppet, I want the real you—the true Su Bai.
Your love, your heart, and the feelings that dwell within it.”
“Oh, right, Master, don’t bother faking pity to buy time to activate the [Heavenly Emperor Soul-Sealing Array], or calling on those old ghosts to come help you turn the tables.
I’ve already prepared countermeasures.”
The low, eerie male voice echoed.
He used secret techniques but received no response.
Su Bai’s expression darkened, fully aware that he had seen through her intentions, and any struggle was useless.
Knowing “whether you stick your neck out or pull it back, it’s still a blade,” she stopped pretending.
She stood up, her aura intimidating.
Her beautiful eyes locked onto this familiar yet strange man in front of her.
She enunciated each word slowly, “Who exactly are you?”
“Who am I?”
Zhou Xuan tilted his head.
“I am Su Xiaohei, I am Zhou Xuan, the cursed Xuantian Zhenjun who has lived unknown how many years.
I am a mortal cultivator under the Dao of Everlasting Life.
I am a corpse-dissolution immortal who made a pact with the Nine Nether.
And I am the man who desires to completely bring Master to ruin and thereby win your heart.”
“I know a lot.”
“I know that Master you come from a world called ‘Earth.’
I know that for you, Master, we are nothing but a repeatable simulation game.
I also know that for a lowly and selfish demon like me to gain your love, my methods must be vile and filthy.”
Su Bai wasn’t exactly terrified, but a chill ran down her spine; her hairs stood on end.
Earth, game, simulation.
This little bastard was supposedly just an NPC in the simulation—how did he know about this fourth wall!?
“Master, you seem very frightened and flustered.
Is it because your true identity has been completely exposed to me for the first time that you feel terror?”
Zhou Xuan seemed to see through Su Bai’s nervousness and anxiety and continued.
“Panic, fear, unease, worry, existential doubt, and disbelief.”
He inhaled lightly, as if savoring the scent of Su Bai’s emotions.
“This is the flavor of Master’s emotions.”
“You, you, you… what exactly do you want to do!?” Su Bai’s voice trembled.
Having one’s true identity pierced by an NPC in a simulation was no less humiliating than being exposed online!
No! At least if exposed online, she could tell her father, who would contact the public security comrades and show them the iron fist of the Federation government’s justice!
But to have an NPC expose her identity…
“Master, have you forgotten?” Zhou Xuan stretched out his hand; his long, slender fingers pointed at the Empress’s chest over her heart.
“Our bet—I won.
Master, your heart must open for me once.”
“Oh, I forgot. Master hasn’t realized the current timeline yet.”
“That’s okay.
I will soon make Master remember.”
Speaking in words Su Bai didn’t understand, the next moment, Zhou Xuan plunged his right hand deep into his own chest.
Blood splattered, but none touched him.
He dug out half of a broken seed, shimmering with faint temporal fluctuations.
At the same time, Su Bai’s brow glowed, and a faint light flew out—it was the other half of the shattered seed.
The two fragments merged into one, becoming a seed surrounded by the aura of cosmic light.
It emitted strands of temporal energy, as if containing fragments of the river of time itself.
Zhou Xuan placed the complete seed on Su Bai’s brow and whispered softly.
“Master, remember quickly.”
“I won.”
“Your heart must open for me once.”
Su Bai trembled lightly.
Inexplicably, scenes flooded her mind—images overwhelmingly familiar.
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