168: Chapter 168 Lin Aotian's Demonic Possession

"Ninger... say something!"

"I am your Brother Aotian! Tell me, you're being controlled by him, right?!"

Lin Aotian's roar echoed across the White Jade Square. His severed hand, covered in mud and bloodstains, clawed forward desperately.

His fingernails scraped against the hard floor tiles with a piercing screech, his ten fingers a bloody mess.

He stared fixedly at the top of the steps. That figure in the icy blue gown was his last saving grace.

A light breeze swept across the Ascension Platform.

Zi Yun heard the voice, her brows furrowing slightly.

She didn't push Su Yun away; instead, she adjusted herself to a more comfortable position in his arms.

Her arms tightly encircled Su Yun's waist as she pressed her cheek against his chest and rubbed against him.

Only after doing this did she slowly turn her head.

Her gaze traveled downward, crossing dozens of zhang to land on Lin Aotian.

Those eyes, usually cold and noble, were now devoid of any warmth.

There was no pity, no inner conflict—only an undisguised, extreme disgust.

That look was as if she were staring at a pile of nauseating, rotten meat.

"Brother Aotian?"

Zi Yun's red lips parted slightly, her voice crisp and clear as it spread through the area.

"You think you are worthy of those words?"

Standing atop the high jade steps, she looked down from her superior position.

"Take a look at yourself in a puddle of your own piss. You're just a pile of mud crawling on the ground, begging for mercy—a thing not even worthy of carrying my husband's shoes. Who gave you the audacity to call me by my name here?"

Lin Aotian's forward crawl suddenly froze.

The blood on his face seemed to freeze along with his expression of disbelief. His mouth hung open, lips trembling, unable to piece together a single coherent sentence.

Zi Yun continued mercilessly, her tone dripping with blatant mockery.

"In the Lower Realm, my husband destroyed your dao foundation and severed your Meridians; you brought that upon yourself."

"I went to great lengths to bring you back to the Upper Realm and expended primordial life liquid to reconstruct your Physical Body. Not only are you ungrateful, but you also completely humiliated me in the Star River Ancient Ruins!"

Zi Yun released one hand, her delicate fingers gently stroking Su Yun's cheek as a fervent obsession welled up in her eyes once more.

"My husband's talent is unparalleled throughout the ages. He commands the Heavenly Dao of a whole world, possessing absolute power. Even when crossing plane Laws, he can descend to the Upper Realm without harm."

"And you?"

Zi Yun's gaze swept over Lin Aotian again, her voice turning cold.

"In the ruins, Ye Wuhun shattered every bone in your body with a casual palm strike. Others stepped on your face and stole treasures, yet you didn't even dare to resist. You could only lie on the deck, watching as I accepted another man's token of love. You are an absolute waste."

"What do you have to compare with my husband? Your broken Physical Body? Or your pathetic pride?"

Every word was amplified by magic power, slamming clearly against Lin Aotian's eardrums.

There was no sympathy, no hidden troubles.

Every sentence negated his entire past, grinding his last shred of pride into the dust beneath her feet.

The corners of Lin Aotian's eyes tore completely. Two streams of bloody tears mixed with murky yellow ones rolled down his sunken cheeks.

His mouth was wide open, and a "cluck-cluck" sound of misaligned bones emitted from his throat.

The extreme sense of humiliation caused his brain to instantly lose the ability to think.

The hatred accumulated in the darkness of the lower deck reached a destructive explosion at this moment.

"Bitch! You pair of adulterers!"

Lin Aotian pounded the ground frantically, the only remaining intact half of his cheek completely contorting.

"I'll kill you! I'll tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

From beginning to end, Su Yun didn't even spare Lin Aotian a glance.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at Zi Yun, whose eyes were shining in his arms.

A glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his deep black eyes.

He raised his hand, encircling Zi Yun's slender waist and pulling her delicate body a bit closer.

"Wife."

Su Yun's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally jarring in the deathly silent square.

He casually brushed away a stray lock of hair from Zi Yun's forehead.

"Why waste words on such foul-mouthed trash? It only offends your eyes."

The term "Wife" was something the Upper Realm Cultivators had never heard before.

But anyone could hear what the title represented from Su Yun's tone of absolute possession and extreme intimacy.

It was a term that transcended Dao Companion, treating the other person entirely as private property.

Hearing these two words, Zi Yun's delicate body went soft and weak uncontrollably once more.

Completely ignoring the dozens of gazes around her, an abnormal flush rose to her cheeks, and her voice became so soft and seductive it could practically drip water.

"Ninger will obey Husband in everything."

Below the steps.

Lin Aotian heard this interaction.

His pupils constricted sharply, and the last thread of sanity in his mind snapped with a "click."

The woman he loved most was acting bashful and accommodating in another man's arms right before his eyes.

"Aaaaaah—!"

Lin Aotian threw back his head and let out a shrill, wretched howl that didn't sound human at all.

He stopped crawling forward.

His hands clawed at his scalp, his nails digging into the skull as he tore off a large chunk of bloody scalp.

Blood instantly drenched his entire face.

Despair.

Absolute despair.

This emotion became the best nourishment.

The dark black Devilish Qi planted deep within his Dantian finally broke through the last shackles of his humanity.

Pure black mist erupted from his severed Meridians, instantly enveloping his entire body.

Crack, crack, crack!

The cringing sounds of bones restructuring rang out intensely.

Lin Aotian's twisted and broken limbs were forcibly pulled by the black mist, snapping together at extremely eerie angles.

His body broke free from gravity, slowly floating in mid-air.

His eyes were completely filled with pure blackness. No whites, no pupils—only an all-consuming evil remained.

A violent, cold aura that didn't belong to the Upper Realm's Immortal Qi at all spread frantically outward from him as the center.

The white jade floor tiles within a three-zhang radius were instantly corroded into grayish-black powder.

"Devilish Qi!"

Grand Elder Xiao Wanshan shouted sternly.

His hand gripping the longsword tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white.

His figure blurred as he instantly retreated five zhang.

The expressions of dozens of Xiao Family Protectors changed simultaneously. They all turned their weapons, pointing them straight at Lin Aotian, who was surrounded by black mist in mid-air.

The pressures of the Immortal Lord Realm and Profound Immortal Realm crisscrossed, completely locking down the air in the square.

"Ninger! Get back! This kid has succumbed to the devil!"

Xiao Wanshan roared again.

Although he was extremely furious about the farce that had just occurred, Xiao Ninger was, after all, the Divine Goddess of the Xiao Family and must not be harmed.