121: My dear husband, prepare for your judgment!

The kiss lasted for a very long time.

It lasted so long that Su Chen felt like he was about to suffocate from a lack of oxygen before Ye Linghan finally let go of him.

An ambiguous silver thread of saliva stretched between their lips.

Su Chen gasped for air, his chest heaving violently, his dazed eyes carrying a hint of anger and shame.

At this moment, his clothes were in disarray and his lips were red and swollen, making him look just like a little bride snatched away to a mountain fortress by a bandit king.

"You... are you a dog?!"

Su Chen touched his bitten lip, grimacing in pain.

Looking at him like this, the madness in Ye Linghan's eyes did not recede; instead, it grew even more intense.

She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked a trace of Su Chen's blood from the corner of her mouth.

That movement was seductive to the extreme.

"The taste... is not bad."

She narrowed her eyes, as if tasting some peerless delicacy. "It's even sweeter than I imagined."

Immediately after, Ye Linghan's fingertip pressed firmly against the center of Su Chen's brow.

A surge of Origin energy, pure to the extreme and containing fragments of Heavenly Immortal Laws, was forced into his body with irresistible power.

Su Chen's entire body went numb.

His Divine Soul was letting out a scream of being overwhelmed.

[No! Don't! Please stop pouring it in!]

[Big sister! I really can't take any more! If you keep pouring, my Divine Soul is going to self-destruct! Do you even want this kind of 'blessing' for yourself?!]

The strands of Heavenly Immortal Law fragments contained in this energy acted like the highest-grade catalyst, savagely washing over and widening his cultivation barriers, forcibly pushing his cultivation to the fourth level of the Saint Realm!

"Little Husband, don't resist."

Ye Linghan's red lips moved close to his ear, her breath like orchids, yet her voice carried an undeniable demonic and obsessive quality.

"Accept it obediently. This is the betrothal gift... I am giving you."

"What is mine is yours."

Su Chen wanted to cry; tears were welling up in his eyes.

How was this a betrothal gift? This was clearly a death warrant!

This Crazy Woman didn't care at all whether he could handle it; she just instinctively and frantically wanted to stuff everything she thought was best into him.

It was as if she wanted to fill him up completely, making him entirely stained with her own aura!

*Thump!*

A soft sound rang out, as if the floodgates of desire had been completely opened.

Ye Linghan's already tattered black imperial robe slipped completely from her smooth, fragrant shoulders, piling up on the Warm Jade Bed like a pool of ink that had lost its support.

A flawless jade body, dazzlingly white under the lamplight, with every curve seemingly carved by the combined efforts of gods and demons, was presented before Su Chen's eyes without warning and with immense impact.

Su Chen's eyes instantly bulged out.

His breathing stopped at that moment.

His brain buzzed and went blank, as if all his thoughts had been completely formatted by this heart-stopping image.

He subconsciously wanted to cover his eyes to show his integrity as a gentleman, but his fingers honestly spread open wide gaps, for fear of missing any part of the world-toppling scenery.

[See no evil! See no evil! Amitabha, may the Dao Ancestor protect me! My Buddha is merciful, this humble Daoist greets you!]

[This... this figure simply leaves no way out for other women! It's a work of art! Yes, this is pure art!]

[A sin, a sin. I am merely critiquing! Yes, using the most rigorous and serious critical eye to examine this heinous body! Absolutely no selfish motives!]

Su Chen's heart was frantically chanting sutras, trying to maintain his last shred of reason, but his eyes had already betrayed him, glued to her unmoving, as if he wanted to imprint this image forever into the depths of his Divine Soul.

Looking at his cowardly appearance of saying one thing but thinking another while his pupils shook, the smile in the depths of Ye Linghan's eyes grew thicker, carrying a hint of triumphant cunning.

She leaned down, her waterfall of black hair falling and sweeping across Su Chen's burning cheeks with a cold itch.

On him, she saw far too many secrets and felt a 'joy' she had never experienced in a hundred thousand years.

She wanted to dig out all these secrets one by one and grind them into her own bones and blood, making it so he could never be separated from her again.

In the next instant, Su Chen felt himself completely pinned down by an irresistible demonic pressure, unable to move, left only to be at her mercy.

Ye Linghan moved over him, pinning him firmly beneath her. In those eerie phoenix eyes, the fervor and excitement of a hunter capturing a supreme treasure flickered.

"Little Husband, prepare for your judgment!"

... (Three thousand words of a hearty and dripping critical process omitted here)

The clouds cleared and the rain stopped.

After the fierce battle, the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

Su Chen was so tired he didn't even want to move a finger. His eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds. In the exhaustion and satisfaction after his Divine Soul was forcibly expanded, he fell into a deep sleep, a hint of post-exhaustion peace even hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Linghan lay on her side next to him, her jade arm acting like the softest chain as it pillowed his neck, circling him in her arms.

On that eerie and beautiful face, a rare trace of peace and attachment after satiation actually surfaced.

This was the most stable and peaceful sleep she had had in a hundred thousand years.

Just as both of them fell into a deep sleep, completely defenseless against the outside world.

In an unnoticed corner, the diary that Su Chen had casually tossed aside, which recorded his countless complaints and secrets, quietly glowed with a faint light.

Immediately after, a phantom light invisible to the naked eye slowly flew out from Ye Linghan's body.

That light was surprisingly an identical diary!

It was the copy synchronized to her by the System.

The diary copy shattered silently in the air, turning into billions of light points. Like tired birds returning to the forest, they carried a trace of strange power and slowly merged into Ye Linghan's Divine Soul.

A miracle was quietly happening.

In the deepest part of Ye Linghan's Divine Soul, which was filled with endless resentment and the desire for Destruction—in that place of Chaos that even she herself could not touch.

A piece of paper, pitch-black as ink, as if it could swallow all things and representing the end and the conclusion, appeared out of thin air.

Upon the paper, two large characters were imprinted with ancient and twisted demonic runes—

[Destruction]!

A remnant page of one of the Nine Great Heavenly Books, the "Heavenly Book of Destruction," was triggered by Su Chen's diary copy under circumstances no one could have predicted, and merged with this Fallen Immortal of the Mortal World!

All of this happened silently.

Even Ye Linghan herself was completely unaware.

She only felt in her dream that the cold loneliness that had entangled her for a hundred thousand years seemed to be lit up in one corner by a ray of warm sunlight, making her subconsciously pull this warm "body pillow" in her arms a little tighter.