“Master, what are you talking about?”
A figure in a white robe embroidered with golden patterns slowly stepped into the bedchamber, the robe’s hem lightly swaying in the stillness, carrying a faint sound of wind.
Su Bai’s eyes suddenly widened, filled with disbelief, her lips trembling, and her voice stammering: “You… why are you still alive?”
It was all because Master was too forward last night. The disciple, being careless, had already healed from his injuries.
Zhou Xuan shrugged, his tone flippant and dismissive, as if discussing some trivial matter like the pleasant weather today.
“Anyway, since there’s nothing else to do, the disciple took command and wiped out that little thing Master created, and along the way crushed a bunch of annoying pests.”
“They are not pests! Zhang Qi, Sun Lianshi, Yi Tianqiao…” The Blood Body suddenly lifted her previously lowered head, her crimson eyes burning like flames, fiercely locking onto Zhou Xuan, as if a lion was hidden inside, ready to incinerate him.
Her lips trembled. “Each and every one was a child I personally raised. You beast, you killed them!”
“They are your half-blood juniors!!”
The miserable female voice echoed through the bedchamber, like the wail of a wounded beast, filled with endless pain and resentment.
“Didn’t Master train them just to kill the disciple? A murderer will be killed in return, that is heavenly justice.” Zhou Xuan’s expression was indifferent, utterly devoid of mercy.
“Besides, even if I didn’t kill those pests, they’d be hopping around in front of me anyway. It’s better to slap them dead.”
Zhou Xuan’s tone was flat but terrifying. He stepped forward, lightly lifting the Blood Body’s chin with his fingertips, his black eyes staring coldly into those tear-streaked blood-red orbs, a chilling tenderness that was almost frightening.
“Master, you love them but not me. When I was a child, you only knew how to hit me, slap me, suck my blood—never a trace of love or care.”
“I have long noticed those pests. I’m envious! I’m jealous! I hate it! Why do they get to enjoy the things I’ve spent my entire life yearning for? Why can you love so many, but not me?”
“Why?!”
“You said it right! The biggest truth in this world is whoever has the strongest fist! My fist is the strongest! Why don’t you love me? Why have you never cared about me!?”
The man roared lowly, his black eyes flashing with anger, grievance, unwillingness, and bloodlust—various dark emotions that seemed ready to burst forth and drown the Blood Body.
“But you don’t have to worry about the past anymore. Those last few annoying pests have been cleaned out.” He released her chin and his gaze shifted to Su Bai standing nearby, his eyes turning extremely gentle.
“Master, I didn’t expect the nature you buried deep inside was so wonderful. I loved the you from last night—the wild you who faced desires head-on.”
“Don’t worry. From now on, disciple will satisfy Master every night.”
He ruffled the Blood Body’s hair with a large hand. “And this Master here, a refined blood clone, not bad. Looks like Master enjoys playing this way.”
“I once dug up the tomb of a Heavenly Venerable who practiced the Hehuan Path. According to him, there are many female disciples in his sect who like the clone puppet technique, experiencing double, triple… even more times the peak pleasure.”
Su Bai’s face first flushed red, then suddenly paled.
Although she didn’t quite understand the details, from the current situation, it seemed that wretched creature was acting for her last night, and now that the Blood Body had been captured, this simulated breakthrough appeared truly hopeless.
“Master, you stay here for a while. I’ll take this Master for a private chat.” Saying that, Zhou Xuan picked up the red-haired girl and headed out of the bedchamber.
“Oh, Master’s copy of ‘A Single Thought Creates Myriad Worlds’ is on the verge of breaking through to the next level, right? It’s been suppressed for nearly a hundred years. This period is for calming the mind, no need to worry. Focus on breaking through; disciple will be your safe haven.”
Leaving the bedchamber, twisting and turning, they finally arrived at a secret chamber within the Azure Emperor’s Divine Palace.
The chamber was about twenty zhang in diameter, surrounded on all sides by gray-white stone walls. The moment the Blood Body stepped in, her entire cultivation seemed trapped, unable to mobilize even the slightest bit of power.
Her hollow red pupils flickered slightly.
The Blood Body felt the connection between herself and Su Bai rapidly blur and fade, but the remnant spirit within her, combined with the power of the simulator, maintained a faint link—just no longer as tight and solid as before.
“Master, Master.”
After placing the Blood Body on a specially made stone chair, Zhou Xuan waved his large hand in front of her eyes, successfully attracting her attention. The crimson eyes moved slightly.
Seeing this, Zhou Xuan seemed thoughtful, muttering to himself, “This place is made of Absolute Immortal Stone, which blocks cultivation power, spiritual energy, and divine senses, yet the reaction is still so alert. Besides Master keeping this fragment of spirit inside this refined blood body, there must be other unknown forces at work.”
“Interesting, very interesting.”
“Kill me.” Hearing the man analyze by himself, the Blood Body closed her eyes, her voice calm and lifeless like a dead fish.
“Kill? Master wants to die just like that?”
“Oh, no. Master said last night that only death can trigger the next simulation. So death isn’t the end for Master.”
“No wonder Master has always been fearless; it turns out you’re reckless because you have confidence.”
“Based on this, that phrase ‘you’re fake’ is also intriguing. We must be fake, illusory, and unreal in Master’s eyes.”
Zhou Xuan tapped the stone chair’s armrest lightly with his fingertips.
“Could it be that Master is a genuine celestial immortal from the heavens, wandering the mortal world? If so, disciple is incredibly lucky—to have a true celestial immortal as Master, mother, and Dao partner.”
“Kill me.” The Blood Body did not answer but repeated the same phrase.
“Master, you always seek death like this, can’t you cooperate with disciple properly?”
“Ah~ disciple remembers there are still a few pests who escaped. Thinking about it, it’s better to root them out completely.”
Seeing the Blood Body so uncooperative, Zhou Xuan flicked his robe and was about to leave. However, just a few steps away, he was called back.
Turning around, he saw the Blood Body staring at him with burning hatred as if wanting to bite him to death right then and there.
“Speak, what do you want to ask? But I advise you not to. Even if I die, I won’t tell you the answer to some questions, you wretched creature!” the Blood Body gritted her teeth.
Zhou Xuan shrugged. The usual questions like “Who are you?”, “Where do you come from?”, “Can I find you?” were swallowed, replaced by a new question.
“Master, what is the name of this refined blood clone you have now?”
“Mr. Bai.”
“Why in the form of this red-haired, red-eyed girl?”
“Because I like it. What’s it to you!”
“Have you ever experienced human affairs?”
As soon as those words came out, the atmosphere instantly froze. The Blood Body lifted her gaze toward the man before her, as if meeting him for the first time, scrutinizing him with a strange and indescribable look.
“You really want to ask that?”
“Of course.” Zhou Xuan nodded. “You’re my Master, my mother, and my Dao partner. How could I not understand such things? Think carefully before answering.”
“Oh, right. If such a person really exists.” The man showed a rare murderous intent.
“As for me, disciple will scour the Nine Heavens and the Yellow Springs, digging three feet into the earth if needed, to find that person, male or female, and give them a good punishment.”
At this point, what could the Blood Body say? Naturally, nothing—intact and untainted.
All because the original body once talked at length with the other party about strategy and politics, as well as love and marriage. The original body was conservative in these matters, but this wretched creature turned out to be an extreme conservative.
After a brief inquiry, Zhou Xuan bent down, slid his thumb into the Blood Body’s mouth, gently stroking the slightly sharp canine tooth.
“Mr. Bai is too ugly a name.”
Looking at the girl before him, who had been forcibly given his thumb and was now salivating fragrant saliva, the man’s heart stirred.
He came up with a name tinged with a bit of wicked and humiliating playfulness.
“Blood Princess.”