160: Chapter 160 Usurping the Nest, Purple Charm Devours Souls and is Reborn

Inside the dim bedchamber, several ever-burning lamps flickered.

In mid-air, Zi Yun was draped in light gauze, her purple eyes scanning the surroundings before finally landing on Qing Yuan in the shadows.

"Well done."

A smile of appreciation curved at the corner of Zi Yun's mouth, her voice carrying a hint of laziness and condescending scrutiny.

"It wasn't in vain that my Husband bestowed this fortune upon you; your forbearance was even more perfect than I imagined."

Qing Yuan knelt on one knee, her body trembling slightly with excitement.

Lifting her head, her eyes were filled with fanaticism and uncontrollable exhilaration.

"Being loyal to the Master and Mistress is the duty of Your Servant."

Qing Yuan stood up without the slightest hesitation.

Her hands quickly formed seals, her fingers flying as invisible array patterns sank into the jade pillars at the four corners of the bedchamber.

Hum—

A layer of pale gray Isolation Barrier opened along the walls, completely sealing off the aura and sound of the entire room.

Her technique was clean and swift, so skilled it made one's scalp tingle.

On the bed, the originally struggling Xiao Ninger seemed to sense the change in the surrounding airflow.

Her sweat-drenched eyelashes fluttered, and she managed to open a sliver of a gap with difficulty.

In her blurred vision, she only saw Qing Yuan standing by the bed, not noticing Zi Yun suspended in mid-air.

"Qing Yuan..."

Xiao Ninger's voice was weak and hoarse, carrying a tearing pain.

"What... happened? My head... hurts so much..."

The awareness in her subconscious was collapsing.

Lin Aotian's figure grew fainter, while that black-clad back that brought endless pressure was firmly entrenched in the depths of her Soul.

The clash of the two powers made her wish she were dead.

Qing Yuan stepped quickly to the bedside, the coldness on her face instantly retracting.

Squatting down, she gently wiped the cold sweat from Xiao Ninger's forehead.

Her gaze was as gentle as spring water, and her mouth even wore her usual smile that was like a spring breeze.

"Young Miss, it's alright."

Qing Yuan held Xiao Ninger's cold hand and spoke softly to comfort her.

"It's just a Heart Demon at work. Your Servant has just lit some Soothing Incense for you. Be good and listen, close your eyes. Soon, you will feel comfortable like never before."

The lie was woven seamlessly.

Xiao Ninger's unfocused pupils slowly focused for a moment.

Staring blankly at Qing Yuan's familiar face, her tense body subconsciously relaxed a bit.

"Qing Yuan, it's... good to have you."

A silly and even somewhat desolate smile tugged at the corner of Xiao Ninger's mouth.

In her most helpless and desperate moment, only this maidservant who had accompanied her since childhood was still by her side.

She obediently closed her eyes. Her breathing gradually leveled out, and she seemed to have truly fallen asleep peacefully.

Foolish.

The gentleness on Qing Yuan's face instantly peeled away, and a flash of unmasked mockery crossed her eyes.

Releasing Xiao Ninger's hand, she stepped back two paces and respectfully made a "please" gesture toward Zi Yun in mid-air.

Zi Yun watched all this coldly without saying a word.

In the next moment, her body collapsed with a boom.

It transformed into an extremely dense dark red blood mist, like a nimble poisonous snake, circling half a turn in mid-air.

With the momentum of a thunderbolt, it bored straight into Xiao Ninger's smooth forehead!

Boom!

Deep within Xiao Ninger's Sea of Consciousness.

This was a golden ocean, its rolling waves entirely gathered from pure Divine Soul power.

In the center of this ocean floated an ancient golden mark—the protection left by the Xiao Family's Old Ancestor.

As soon as Zi Yun's dark red main Soul intruded, this calm golden ocean instantly boiled!

The True God Bloodline sleeping in the depths of Xiao Ninger's bone marrow and Soul keenly sensed a fatal disaster.

"What Prodigy dares to violate my clan's Bloodline!"

Within the Sea of Consciousness, a grand voice exploded.

Golden Divine Soul waves soared into the sky, frantically gathering and compressing in mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred-foot-tall golden goddess phantom condensed into form.

The goddess's face was seventy percent similar to Xiao Ninger's, but it carried a divinity that looked down upon all living beings and disregarded all things.

She held a giant golden sword woven from pure Law, the blade pointing directly at the dark red interloper.

Zi Yun's Divine Soul was as tiny as a grain of dust before the hundred-foot goddess.

But her laughter echoed throughout the Sea of Consciousness.

"A mere unawakened dead Bloodline dares to call itself a god before me?"

Zi Yun's Divine Soul swelled against the wind, transforming into an equally giant dark red blood shadow.

Wrapped in the gray-white Heavenly Dao Origin power, she forcefully withstood the goddess's pressure.

Kill!

No nonsense. The golden goddess slashed down with her sword!

This strike seemed as if it would split the entire Sea of Consciousness in two.

The golden Law Sword Qi carried a purifying power that could destroy everything; wherever it passed, patches of dark red blood mist were evaporated.

Zi Yun did not retreat but advanced.

Her hands suddenly formed seals, and dozens of thick blood-colored tentacles abruptly extended from behind the dark red blood shadow.

The tips of the tentacles were covered in barbs, like poisonous Dragons emerging from the sea, firmly entangling the descending golden giant sword.

Screech—

Law and Devilish Qi rubbed violently, producing a tooth-grinding sound.

In reality.

Xiao Ninger on the bed suddenly arched her body, her limbs stiff as iron, her throat emitting a shrill, raspy sound that didn't seem human.

Beneath her skin, the golden Bloodline and dark red devilish runes flashed alternately, biting at each other frantically.

Drip.

A drop of golden blood seeped from the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek.

Then from her nostrils, the corners of her mouth, both ears...

Golden blood flowed from her seven orifices.

The riot of the True God Bloodline had already reflected upon her Physical Body.

This level of energy conflict was something the Isolation Barrier Qing Yuan had set up couldn't suppress for long.

At most, half an incense stick of time.

Once the aura leaked out, the three Creation Realm Old Ancestors in seclusion deep within the Divine Mountain would definitely be instantly awakened.

When that time came, let alone Possession, both Zi Yun and Qing Yuan would be crushed into powder.

They had to settle this quickly!

Within the Sea of Consciousness, Zi Yun's blood shadow was being pushed back step by step by the golden giant sword.

That mark even began to glow slightly, preparing to activate the final elimination program.

"Just a little more?"

In the depths of Zi Yun's eyes, a morbid and hair-raising fanaticism suddenly erupted.

"For my Husband..."

Zi Yun's Divine Soul let out a beast-like roar: "Then eat it all!!"

She completely abandoned her defense.

Mad.

In this Upper Realm where the slightest mistake could lead to Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, Zi Yun directly sacrificed one-third of her own true spirit Origin!

An abyss-like crack opened on the forehead of the dark red blood shadow.

That was the most ancient original Talent Divine Ability of the Otherworldly Demon Blood Consort—Heaven-Swallowing Demon Prison.

The blood shadow suddenly tore open from the middle, transforming into a giant abyssal mouth that covered half of the Sea of Consciousness.

The giant mouth was filled with dense fangs, each wrapped in the gray-white Heavenly Dao Origin of the Lower Realm.

Crunch!

The giant mouth bit and shattered the giant Law sword in one go!

Before the golden goddess could even react, the giant mouth suddenly lunged forward and swallowed.

Along with the goddess phantom, the golden Divine Soul ocean below, and even Xiao Ninger's true spirit Origin hidden in the deepest depths, all were swallowed into the belly of this giant abyssal mouth!

"AAAAAAAAAA—!!!"

Within the Sea of Consciousness, a shrill scream filled with endless despair and fear rang out.

That was the last proof of Xiao Ninger's existence.

But under the absolute suppression of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Prison, this scream lasted only half a breath before coming to an abrupt halt.

Chewing. Crushing. Digesting.

Zi Yun's main Soul quickly dispersed like countless greedy blood-sucking insects, boring into every corner of the Sea of Consciousness and taking over all control of the nerves, memories, and Meridians.

Miraculously.

That originally extremely violent True God Bloodline, after being devoured by the Otherworldly Demon Origin...

Not only did it not cause the Physical Body to collapse, but under the mediation of the gray-white Heavenly Dao Origin, it reached a bizarrely perfect Fusion with Zi Yun's Divine Soul.

The Bloodline was polluted, but simultaneously tamed.

Inside the bedchamber.

The Physical Body that had been twitching violently on the bed suddenly stopped.

Everything returned to a deathly silence. Only the golden blood and dark red blood threads slowly traveled beneath the skin, eventually fading completely into the fair skin.

In the next second.

This body suddenly snapped its eyes open.

It was no longer Xiao Ninger's cold and haughty gaze.

Deep in the pupils, a streak of blood-light, demonic to the extreme, bloomed like a Manjusaka flower, then quickly retracted, returning to a deep dark brown.

"Phew..."

"Xiao Ninger" slowly sat up.

She tilted her snowy-white neck, producing a crisp sound of bones rubbing together.

Looking down at her long, slender hands and feeling that terrifying True God foundation within her—vast as an abyss and a hundred times greater than her previous projection in the Lower Realm.

"Truly... a perfect skin."

She let out a sigh filled with greed and satisfaction.

The curve at the corner of her mouth carried an indescribable evil and charm.

Qing Yuan, who was guarding by the bed, took all of this in.

That pressure of a superior originating from the depths of the Soul made her legs go soft, and she uncontrollably flopped to her knees on the ground.

Her body trembled violently from extreme excitement and awe, her forehead pressed firmly against the cold jade tiles.

"Congratulations to Mistress on her rebirth!"

Qing Yuan's voice was sharp and distorted.

"The dove has occupied the magpie's nest, the Great Dao is within reach! From now on, the Xiao Family's foundation is all in Master's pocket!"

"Xiao Ninger" pulled back the quilt and stepped barefoot onto the jade tiles.

Walking in front of Qing Yuan, she extended two fingers and tilted Qing Yuan's chin up.

On that face, identical to her former master's, a brilliant smile bloomed that made Qing Yuan's heart skip a beat.

But the coldness in those eyes made one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Qing Yuan."

She used Xiao Ninger's characteristic cold voice to utter the clear syllables.

"Remember. From now on, I am Xiao Ninger. Here, there is only your Young Lord and Young Miss, no Mistress, understand?"

Qing Yuan's pupils shrank, and she immediately understood.

"Yes! Young Miss!" Qing Yuan gave a heavy kowtow.

Zi Yun satisfiedly withdrew her hand.

She turned and walked to the large floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror, examining herself in the mirror.

The ice-blue dress accentuated her perfect curves; the two completely different temperaments of coldness and enchantment blended seamlessly on her.

With this identity.

The Xiao Family's treasury, Secret Realms, connections, and even that upcoming Prodigy Tournament will all become the perfect chessboard for her Husband's layout in the Upper Realm.

Lin Aotian?

That fool is probably still plotting how to win me back.

Zi Yun was admiring her new body and was about to reach out to wipe the golden blood from the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly.

Thump, thump, thump.

Outside the closed Agarwood doors of the bedchamber came a series of extremely steady, yet heavy footsteps that seemed to step on the heart with every pace.

Accompanying the footsteps was a terrifying pressure as heavy as a hundred thousand mountains, enough to easily crush a Creation Realm Cultivator.

Even with the Isolation Barrier, that pressure still seeped in through the cracks of the door, causing the surrounding air to instantly freeze.

Zi Yun's finger froze in mid-air, her pupils shrinking slightly.

Outside the door, the footsteps stopped.

A majestic, heavy, and unquestionable middle-aged male voice penetrated the barrier and exploded within the room.

"Nickname, are you awake? Father has important matters to discuss with you. Open the door."