"Cough… cough…"
Yun Zhen mustered all her strength to pry his hand away, but his grip was as unyielding as steel, completely immovable.
No!
If this continues, she'll die!
To survive, there was only one method left. Silently, she activated her Mystic Eyes, and her ink-black pupils instantly transformed into a demonic crimson red.
Her hands tightly gripped the ones choking her neck, and her sharp nails pierced into his skin, drawing blood that was eerily absorbed by her completely.
Rong Shuo sensed danger and tried to let go, but an invisible force had already immobilized him.
"Two… lives merged, my life yours, my death yours—"
A crisp, frigid voice imbued with a biting chill echoed, and Rong Shuo felt a strange connection emerging within his body.
Yun Zhen's demonic red eyes stared deeply into his, then she suddenly smiled. Though disheveled, her smile was breathtakingly stunning.
The next moment, her hands fell powerlessly, landing with a splash in the water. Her head tilted, and she fainted.
Rong Shuo's expression darkened. He could feel his life force gradually draining away.
This seemingly harmless woman was cunning and had a mysterious, irresistible spell that caught him off guard.
Those enigmatic, otherworldly eyes…
She couldn't die yet—not until the spell was undone!
After that, he'd make her life worse than death!
"Your Majesty!"
"We are late! Please punish us!"
Suddenly, two figures clad in black appeared by the stream's edge. They knelt, heads lowered, hands clasped respectfully.
With a splash, the man in the ink-black robe, exuding an icy and regal demeanor, rose from the water. In his arms was a petite woman.
Step by step, he walked toward the shore.
"Rise," he said in a low, melodious voice.
Upon hearing his command, the two black-clad men stood up. However, the moment they raised their heads, they were utterly shocked, their mouths forming perfect "O"s.
Rong Shuo cast them a faint glance, and the two shuddered involuntarily before quickly masking their astonishment.
Yet, their minds raced wildly:
What the hell? Is this still His Majesty?
Why is His Majesty holding a woman? This is shocking!
His Majesty has severe mysophobia, doesn't get close to women, and dislikes anyone nearing his body…
But now, he's holding a female creature!
This woman is covered in wounds, and the red marks on her neck are glaringly obvious. Could it be His Majesty's doing?!
Wow! His Majesty is intense! Seems like we've stumbled upon a big secret!
Should we tactfully advise His Majesty later to be gentler? After all, if he's too intense, someone might not survive even a day…
Meanwhile, Rong Shuo had already laid Yun Zhen down. He frowned slightly, and a white Grade Eight elixir appeared between his slender fingers. Without the slightest hint of tenderness, he shoved it into her mouth.
Fortunately, the pill melted instantly upon contact.
The Grade Eight elixir worked wonders; her wounds began to heal, and her pallid complexion gradually regained a rosy hue.
Only the red marks on her fair neck remained conspicuous. The injuries inflicted by his strength weren't something a mere Grade Eight elixir could heal.
At least her life force was stabilizing.
Once she woke, he'd have her undo the mysterious spell.
Rong Shuo's mind suddenly replayed her devilish smile before she fainted—the triumphant, provocative look in her eyes and her words: "Two lives merged, my life yours, my death yours!"—causing a surge of irritation to brew within him.
He glanced at her coldly before standing up and calling, "Qing Feng."
Qing Feng immediately bowed and respectfully responded, "At your service, Your Majesty!"
"Tell the Old Ancestor Xuan Yue to postpone."
"Yes." After answering, Qing Feng vanished instantly.
Beside him, Mo Yu observed how His Majesty was now deliberately keeping his distance from the disheveled woman and then stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing into the distance.
Mo Yu muttered under his breath, "Is His Majesty sulking with that girl?"
"Mo Yu, are you idle?" came a frosty voice.
Hearing this, Mo Yu immediately panicked, plastering a perfect smile onto his face as he replied, "Your subordinate just recalled a crack in the barrier at the bottom of the cliff. I'll go strengthen it now!"
With that, he fled hastily.
At dusk, night descended.
The cliffside was eerily silent, with not a sound to be heard. By the bank stood a man in an ink-black robe, regal and icy, his hands clasped behind him as he meditated.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Suddenly, a faint groan broke the silence. The person lying on the ground stirred, slowly awakening, her surroundings pitch-black.
She sat up, a sharp pain radiating from her neck. Reflexively, she touched it as fragments of memories rushed back to her mind.
Yun Zhen couldn't help but complain: "I've never met such a violent lunatic! Does he think being handsome gives him the right to do whatever he wants?!"
"Hmm?" A low voice filled with chilling intent rose slightly.
Startled, Yun Zhen instinctively turned towards the voice and saw a tall, ink-clad figure standing ten meters away.
Yun Zhen: …
On the awkwardness of being caught badmouthing someone on the spot.
Quickly, she closed her eyes and examined the Mystic Eyes. Only she could see the faint red thread connecting her to him…
This red thread, formed by fate, was invisible to others—including the man before her.
Their fates were now intertwined. She no longer feared he'd kill her.
In her past life, she'd been a Mystic Eyes practitioner from a hidden clan in the modern world, deeply versed in mysticism and ocular techniques. The Fate Merger Spell was a technique meant for couples.
Once joined as partners, their fates were interconnected. Betrayal would result in eternal damnation.
She had been left with no choice but to use this spell…
Yun Zhen approached him with a practiced smile. "Big brother…"
Rong Shuo turned to stare at her coldly, cutting her off with an icy command: "Undo it."
Yun Zhen's eyes darted mischievously, her phoenix-like eyes gleaming before she suddenly lunged forward and clung to his leg, putting on a dramatic act of wailing and crying: "Waaah… big brother, I can't undo it alone!"
Rong Shuo's deep eyes flashed with disdain as he tried to kick her off, but Yun Zhen clung to him tightly, refusing to let go.
In the dark, veins bulged on Rong Shuo's temples as he resisted the urge to kill her on the spot.
"How do you undo it?"
Yun Zhen sniffled and said, "By yin and yang merging, sharing the act of intimacy."
"Shameless!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Rong Shuo waved his hand, and in an instant, a mountain exploded into ruins, dust rolling, and trees uprooted. The area was left in utter devastation.
Yun Zhen marveled internally, stunned by his unfathomable strength.
He's not just strong… he's beyond extraordinary…
Even the Spirit Emperor-level ancestors of the Chu royal family were probably no match for him! This man, who seemed no older than twenty-four or twenty-five, was already this powerful.
Indeed, those blessed with the Purple Star Destiny were all exceptional beyond measure.