139: Chapter 139 A Cuckoo Takes Over the Nest: Murder Lurks in a Garden of Gentle Comfort

Qingshi City, Dead Alley.

The rain fell heavier and heavier.

The reflection in the puddle split open into a bloody maw.

Zi Yun didn't notice a thing. Her Divine Sense at the Soul Transformation Stage had become useless under absolute suppression.

A blood shadow shot out from the water's surface. No sound of breaking air, no Spiritual Qi fluctuations.

Not even the falling raindrops around it were touched.

Blood Consort instantly attached herself to Zi Yun's back.

Zi Yun's eyes widened suddenly. Her throat was locked by an invisible, massive force, rendering her unable to make a sound.

A bone-chilling cold instantly invaded her limbs and bones.

What... This was the last thought that flashed through Zi Yun's mind.

Blood Consort's featureless face pressed directly against the back of Zi Yun's head. Crimson liquid forced its way in through Zi Yun's seven orifices.

The terrifying Blood Fiend Power was like a meat grinder, instantly suppressing Zi Yun's Divine Soul deep within her Sea of Consciousness.

Zi Yun's body trembled violently, and the oil-paper umbrella in her hand fell.

On the bluestone pavement, two bodies began to "dissolve" in a bizarre red light.

Blood-red and white clothes blended together; flesh and skin separated and then quickly reorganized.

This was an extremely cruel assimilation.

Reconstructing bones, replacing Meridians.

In just three breaths' time.

The red light faded.

Only one figure remained in the Dead Alley.

Dressed in white, with hair like a waterfall, her exquisite face revealed a pitiful coldness and a hint of daze.

Even the imperceptible tear mole at the corner of her eye was exactly the same.

Blood Consort closed her eyes. A vast torrent of memories quickly flipped through her mind.

Heavenly Sovereign Alliance Leader, betrayed, refined into a Puppet, fragmented consciousness, serving the same husband.

And, the bone-deep dependence and love for Su Yun.

She opened her eyes.

Her gaze quickly shifted from the initial cold, inorganic state to one that was clear, pure, and even slightly aggrieved.

Micro-expressions, breathing frequency, spiritual power fluctuations.

Even the unique, pure fragrance emanating from her body was perfectly replicated.

Flawless.

Blood Consort bent down to pick up the oil-paper umbrella and patted off the dust.

"Husband."

She parted her red lips, her voice soft and sweet, carrying the unique attachment for Su Yun.

Her tone was exactly the same as when Zi Yun usually acted spoiled.

She turned and walked out of the Dead Alley.

Rain hit the umbrella's surface as she merged into the bustling long street of Mortals.

...

Three days later, Inner Heaven and Earth.

Outside the bluestone hall of the main peak.

Su Yun descended from mid-air. Dressed in a mysterious black brocade robe, there was a hint of weariness between his brows.

Over the past three days, he had personally uprooted several Ancient Families in the Eastern Region that were attempting to feign compliance.

His thunderous methods intimidated the entire Lower Realm. Grandmasters of Spatial Formations were being continuously sent to Demon-Falling Valley.

Just as he stepped onto the white jade steps in front of the hall, Su Yun stopped.

Outside the hall door stood a frail figure in white.

"Zi Yun" held a celadon tray. On the tray was a bowl of steaming Spirit-Soothing Immortal Soup.

Seeing Su Yun, "Zi Yun's" body shrank back imperceptibly.

Her eyes turned red.

"Husband."

She quickly walked down the steps, her head lowered, her voice thick with nasal tones and resentment.

"Where did you go?" Su Yun frowned. He had long noticed Zi Yun wasn't in the Inner Heaven and Earth, but he had been busy purging the surrounding forces and hadn't had time to look for her.

"Zi Yun" looked up slightly, her eyes misty.

"I... I saw that Husband has so many capable sisters helping him, and only I am the most useless."

She bit her lower lip, her aggrieved appearance evoking pity.

"I felt bad, so I went out for a walk by myself. I'm sorry, Husband, for making you worry."

Seven parts deep affection, three parts resentment.

She perfectly captured the posture of a jealous and insecure little woman.

Seeing her look like she was about to cry at any moment, Su Yun's dissatisfaction vanished.

He had indeed neglected her recently.

After all, she was once the high and mighty Heavenly Sovereign Alliance Leader. Although she didn't fight for attention, it was normal for her to feel a sense of loss and grievance when facing strong women like Luo Bingyan and Phoenix Unrivaled.

"Why run around? The Lower Realm is not peaceful right now."

Su Yun's tone softened. He reached out to take the tray and placed it casually on the side stone railing.

He took the opportunity to pull "Zi Yun" into his arms.

A delicate body entered his embrace, soft and warm.

The familiar, pure, heart-cleansing fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.

Without even a hint of disharmony, "Zi Yun" obediently pressed her cheek against Su Yun's chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I brewed some Spirit-Soothing Soup." Her voice was very soft. "Husband has been working hard these past few days. Drink some soup, and tonight... rest early."

Su Yun stroked her smooth long hair and chuckled.

"Alright, I won't think about anything tonight; I'll just accompany you."

"Zi Yun" closed her eyes, her cheeks showing a shy expression.

But in Su Yun's blind spot.

Those clear and pure eyes instantly turned into an emotionless crimson abyss.

...

Night fell.

Lantern light flickered in the study.

Su Yun sat at the desk, flipping through the Spatial Formation diagrams sent from various places.

"Zi Yun" stood to the side, her fair hand holding the ink stick, gently grinding it. She turned slightly and brought the filled bowl of Spirit-Soothing Soup to Su Yun's hand.

Her movements were gentle and graceful, but at the moment she set down the porcelain bowl.

"Zi Yun's" wrist inadvertently turned, and her waist slumped slightly.

A seemingly unintentional small movement revealed an extremely subtle coquettishness.

This was a charm that had experienced countless intimate matters between men and women, soaked into her very bones.

The original Zi Yun had either been the high and mighty Heavenly Sovereign Alliance Leader or a child with incomplete mental faculties in front of Su Yun. During Dual Cultivation, she was always shy and inexperienced.

She would never have this kind of effortless allure.

Su Yun's hand flipping through the album paused slightly.

His gaze swept over her wrist as she held the bowl.

He only paused for half a breath.

"Leave it there." Su Yun didn't even look up, continuing to flip through the formation diagrams.

"Zi Yun" nodded obediently and returned to her original position to continue grinding ink.

On the study wall.

The candlelight projected their shadows onto the bluestone bricks.

Su Yun's shadow was upright and steady as Mount Tai.

But "Zi Yun's" shadow.

At its edges, it actually showed a slight irregular wriggling, like a pool of thick liquid that could disperse at any moment.

Silence.

Only the sound of pages turning and the faint sound of grinding ink.

Killing intent fermented in the air of the study.

Late at night.

Zi Yun's private cultivation room.

It was warmly decorated, with a thick carpet of Yao Beast fur on the floor.

Su Yun pushed the door open and entered. "Zi Yun" followed behind him.

The door closed.

Su Yun waved his hand casually.

An extremely sturdy soundproofing barrier enveloped the entire secret room. It not only blocked sound but also isolated all aura from leaking out.

"Husband."

"Zi Yun" closed the door behind her, looked up, her eyes like silk, her breathing gradually becoming rapid, and two red clouds blooming on her cheeks.

Under the tugging of her fingers, her belt slowly slid down.

A large area of skin as white as jade was exposed to the air.

She took the initiative to step forward, her arms wrapping around Su Yun's neck, standing on her tiptoes.

Her red lips parted slightly, exhaling a breath like orchids.

Su Yun looked at the exquisite face close at hand, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He grabbed "Zi Yun's" slender waist that could be held in one hand.

With one hand's strength, he lifted her up directly.

He strode to the jade couch.

Without any tenderness, he threw her onto the soft bed.

"Zi Yun" let out a soft cry, took the opportunity to roll over on the jade couch, and propped herself up to look at Su Yun.

Her eyes were full of undisguised longing.

Su Yun slowly unbuttoned the collar of his brocade robe.

He looked down at her from above.

"Impatient?" Su Yun's voice was deep.

"Zi Yun" bit her lip, her eyes rippling with emotion, and she nodded gently.

Her right hand was hidden in the shadow at her side.

Between her middle and index fingers.

A Dao-Dissolving Blood Needle, about an inch long, had completely formed.

This was the trump card bestowed by the Blood Fiend Divine Lord.

It ignored Physical Body defense and specifically targeted the Divine Soul.

Once it pierced the body, even the Heavenly Dao rules could not reverse the damage.

All it took was for Su Yun to lean down.

All it took was for the two of them to press together.

This needle would pierce directly into his vital point.

Leaving him with no chance to react, his Divine Soul would be extinguished.