374: Chapter 374 Fairy, don't cry! Weren't you calling for your husband quite loudly in the illusion?

Yue Ningshuang's face, which had been gradually aging in the illusion, along with her cultivation at the Peak of the Eighth Level of Undergoing Tribulation, were both restored in an instant.

However, accompanying these things that returned were all the memories she originally possessed as the Sect Master of the Tianxuan Immortal Sect.

Yue Ningshuang's tightly closed, stunning purple eyes suddenly snapped open.

Two completely different lives, two vastly different sets of memories, began a brutal slaughter within her mind!

"Ugh, ah..."

Yue Ningshuang clutched her head with both hands, letting out a pained groan.

On one side was the icy Sect Master who sat upon the throne of the Cloud Top Immortal Palace of the Tianxuan Immortal Sect, looking down upon the billions of living beings in the Dongxuan Region, decisive in killing and aloof.

On the other side, she was that weak wife in the illusion who had no strength to truss a chicken, face full of shyness, calling out "Benefactor" and "Husband" with every breath—a delicate wife who let the man before her do whatever he pleased!

These two types of memories were simply too jarring, yet too real!

She remembered herself wearing rough cloth garments, clumsily brewing soup for Cao Kun in front of the stove, coughing from the smoke but still smiling foolishly.

She remembered how, on nights with flickering red candles, she had voluntarily removed her clothes to repay his kindness, shyly cooperating with Cao Kun in their passionate entanglement in the small bamboo courtyard.

She remembered lying on his chest with a face full of happiness, softly and sweetly saying that Husband was truly amazing.

She even remembered just a moment ago, with her head full of white hair, holding this man before she died, crying and shouting that she wanted to be his wife in the next life, begging him not to forget her!

"Ahhhh!"

Yue Ningshuang let out a shrill scream, her entire stunning face flushed red, almost as if it were about to drip blood.

Those incredibly real hundreds of years, that unforgettable mutual support—everything was a trap set by this shameless little thief before her!

She had actually been deceived by him like a fool for hundreds of years!

Not only had she given away her pure and unsullied body, but even her heart, her instincts, were craving that feeling of being protected and deeply loved.

"You... you shameless lecher! How dare you humiliate me like this!"

Yue Ningshuang raised her head, filled with both shame and anger.

Those purple eyes, originally filled with love, were now full of killing intent.

The Aura of the Peak of the Eighth Level of Undergoing Tribulation shook the entire space.

She grabbed with a backhand motion.

The surrounding Qi gathered in her palm to form a three-foot-long cold, gleaming sword.

"I will kill you! I will tear you into ten thousand pieces, extract your Divine Soul, cast it into the Nine Nethers, and ensure you never reincarnate for all eternity!"

Yue Ningshuang roared, and with an Aura of endless hatred, she swung the divine sword in her hand, hacking towards Cao Kun's neck!

Cao Kun stood in place, motionless, as if he were truly waiting for judgment to descend.

However, with a mournful hum, that purple longsword, filled with endless killing intent, stopped just half an inch away from Cao Kun's neck!

The sharp Sword Qi blew against the stray hairs on Cao Kun's forehead, but didn't even scratch his skin.

Yue Ningshuang's hand holding the sword was trembling violently, veins bulging on the back of her hand.

Her brain was frantically issuing a command to kill: Kill him! Kill this liar! Wash away this great humiliation!

But! Her body, her Soul, were resisting with all their might.

It was as if thousands of invisible threads were tightly holding her arm back.

She simply couldn't bear to, nor could she bring herself to, harm this man before her in the slightest.

Although she had lost her memories in the illusion, setting aside Cao Kun's despicable act of taking advantage of her vulnerability to defile her body, those hundreds of years of day-and-night companionship, that gentleness that shielded her from the wind and rain, that deeply ingrained, unforgettable love—had long since, unknowingly, through the System's bond, been deeply tied to her Soul.

This was the first and only time in the tens of thousands of years she had cultivated the Dao that she had experienced the true warmth and cold of the human world.

The feeling of being cherished and doted on by a man, the feeling that even if the sky fell, someone would hold it up—for an icy Fairy who had been aloof and lonely for too long, it was like a traveler in the desert drinking sweet rain.

Once touched, it could never be given up.

"Oh my, this Sword Qi is quite cold."

Cao Kun looked at the purple sword blade inches away, his heart completely calm.

The System's forced binding, added to the deep brainwashing of the hundreds-of-years-long illusion—if she could still swing this sword down, the System might as well be sent back to be remade.

He looked at Yue Ningshuang's pretty face, which appeared somewhat pale due to her inner conflict, and decided to add fuel to the fire, to completely destroy her last bit of pitiful pride and make her face reality.

Cao Kun took a small step forward voluntarily, pressing his neck directly against the sharp purple sword tip.

"Don't..."

Yue Ningshuang's wrist trembled in fear, instinctively wanting to pull the sword back, terrified that she might actually hurt him.

But Cao Kun raised his hand directly and grasped the blade of the purple Qi divine sword.

"Wife, why haven't you done it yet?"

Cao Kun stared into Yue Ningshuang's eyes, intentionally lowering his voice, using the tone from the illusion that made Yue Ningshuang sink the deepest, the one she couldn't resist, he called out softly.

"Is your hand tired? Or... are you reluctant to kill your Husband?"

Hearing this familiar "Wife" from Cao Kun, it instantly brought Yue Ningshuang back to the illusion.

Those countless days and nights, Cao Kun had used this gentle, doting voice to whisper in her ear, coaxing her to sleep, and taken her again and again.

"You... don't call me Wife!"

Yue Ningshuang's eyes were red, tears uncontrollably welling up in them.

"You despicable villain! Bastard! You lied to me! You were lying to me the whole time!"

She tried to force herself to use strength to push the sword forward and pierce his throat! Even if it meant dying together!

But the harder she tried, the more her internal power scattered.

Not only was her body resisting, but even the Purple Nether Immortal Spirit Body and the Dao Origin within her were trembling and wailing.

They seemed to have completely accepted Cao Kun's Aura, developing an instinctive submission and longing for Cao Kun.

"Bastard... why... why is it like this..."

Yue Ningshuang tried a few more times, but the purple immortal sword remained limp, unable to advance even half an inch.

Seeing this, Cao Kun took advantage of the situation, reached out, and grabbed Yue Ningshuang's wrist that held the sword; it felt cold and smooth to the touch, and was still trembling slightly.

"Bastard? Despicable villain?"

"Sect Master Yue, I don't like hearing those words."

"In the illusion, who was it that made delicious food for me every day in different ways, and would still smile foolishly even when their hands were blistered from the heat?"

"Who was it that hugged my neck in bed, crying and shouting that Husband is so good, and that Nings frost would never be able to leave you for the rest of her life?"

"And who was it that was even more proactive than me..."

"Shut up! You shut up!"

Yue Ningshuang screamed in a breakdown, desperately trying to pull her hand back, but it was held tightly by Cao Kun, unable to move, and she could only be forced to tilt her head back and endure it.

"What?"

"Now that you've recovered your memories, are you refusing to acknowledge anyone after putting on your dress? Want to murder your husband?"

Cao Kun approached step by step, the powerful pressure making Yue Ningshuang retreat step by step.

"Touch your own heart; are you really willing to kill me?"

He let go of the hand holding the sword and pressed it against her slightly heaving chest, feeling the heart there beating like a drum.

"You, the high and mighty Sect Master of the Tianxuan Immortal Sect, your heart is completely filled with the shadow of this shameless lecher—dare you say it isn't?"

These words struck at her heart with every syllable.

Every word was like a sharp knife, continuously piercing into the cold shell Yue Ningshuang used to disguise herself.

She realized with sorrow that she had been completely filled by this man, from body to heart.

Her cultivation that she was so proud of, her indestructible Dao Heart, in front of Cao Kun, were simply vulnerable.

"Clang..."

A soft sound.

Yue Ningshuang let go of her right hand in dejection.

The immortal sword formed by purple Qi lost the maintenance of her power, disintegrated into countless specks of light, and dissipated into the Void Realm.

Yue Ningshuang's legs went soft, and she could no longer support the weight of her body, collapsing and sitting directly in the Void Realm.

"Wuwuwu... why did you have to treat me like this..."

"You liar... wuwu... big liar..."

"I hate you... I hate you so much..."

This icy Fairy, who shook the Dongxuan Region and made countless great experts tremble with fear, was now like a little girl who had suffered great grievances outside and had her toy stolen.

Covering her face with both hands, burying her head in her knees, and wailing without any regard for her image.

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Yan Feiyue