183: Chapter 183 Zi Yun's Poisonous Scheme

"Great Yin Turbid Qi?"

Su Yun repeated the name with great interest, his gaze shifting from the face mixed with dirt and blood beneath his feet to Zi Yun, who stood beside him with a charming smile.

He knew that Zi Yun had fused with all of Blood Consort's memories, so she knew many of the secrets regarding the Heaven Burial Palace.

"Husband, there is something you do not know."

Zi Yun stuck out her scarlet tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, a hint of cruelty and excitement belonging to Blood Consort flickering in her charming eyes.

"This Great Yin Turbid Qi is considered an extremely sinister forbidden technique even within the Heaven Burial Palace, specifically used for cultivating 'Flesh Cauldrons'."

She extended her slender, jade-like finger and pointed at Ye Qingyu, who was still twitching slightly beneath her feet.

"The so-called 'Flesh Cauldrons' are people like her—decent talent, but lacking a firm Heart-Nature, possessing a bit of ambition but no brains."

"That old hag, the Moon Goddess, planted a wisp of 'Great Calamity' Origin deep within her Divine Soul a hundred years ago, then promised her supreme authority and power, making her willingly serve as a breeding ground for this wisp of Origin's growth."

Zi Yun's voice carried a hint of mockery, each word striking into Ye Qingyu's Sea of Consciousness.

"She thought she was the chosen one of destiny, a favored child selected by a powerhouse from the Upper Realm. How utterly laughable. From beginning to end, she was nothing more than a penned-up pig."

"Once the 'Great Calamity' inside her is fully matured, the Moon Goddess will personally cut open her belly and take out the fattest fruit. As for the life or death of this pig, who would care?"

"No... impossible..."

Pressed firmly against the ground, Ye Qingyu let out a raspy, non-human wheezing sound from her throat.

Zi Yun's words were like a red-hot iron, searing ruthlessly into her Soul.

The pride she had always held, the trump card she relied on for a comeback, the master she believed in... had it all been a scam from the very beginning?

She wasn't the chosen daughter of heaven, but just a field for cultivating an evil entity?

This was harder for her to accept than death!

"You're lying! You witch, you're trying to shake my Dao Heart! Master is coming to save me! She's coming to grant me supreme power!"

Ye Qingyu roared with all her might, trying to use her voice to mask her internal collapse.

Su Yun watched this scene with an expressionless face.

Should he just search her Soul?

The thought flashed through his mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

No, that's too crude; there's no technical skill in that at all.

Those old foxes from the Heaven Burial Palace, who have lived for who-knows-how-many tens of thousands of years, do things flawlessly.

How could they set up a century-long chess game in the Lower Realm without leaving some insurance in the chess piece's head?

The moment his Divine Thought probed inside, Ye Qingyu's head would likely explode like a watermelon, and the Restriction in her Sea of Consciousness would instantly wipe out all useful information.

In that case, not only would it be a waste of effort, but it would also immediately alert the so-called Moon Goddess.

Letting the opponent know he had the ability to threaten her planted pawn would make it difficult to go fishing later.

Su Yun wouldn't engage in such a losing business deal.

What he wanted was to drag the fish, the fishing line, and even the fisherman on the opposite bank into the water together.

As if sensing Su Yun's contemplation, Zi Yun's smile became increasingly sweet.

Her soft body coiled around him like a snake, her arms circling Su Yun's neck as she exhaled like orchids.

"Husband, why dirty your hands for such a filthy dog? This kind of disobedient, stubborn-boned wench is exactly the type I am best at training."

"Oh?" Su Yun raised an eyebrow, looking down at the face in his arms that could fluctuate between joy and anger in an instant. "What good method do you have?"

"Severe torture is the lowest level of method; it only makes the mouth harder and the heart more hateful."

Zi Yun's fingertips lightly brushed across Su Yun's chest, her eyes revealing the madness and cunning that belonged to Blood Consort.

"We must completely destroy her from the roots and then reshape her according to our desires."

Su Yun became interested and gestured for her to continue.

"It's very simple."

Zi Yun's smile was brilliant and malevolent.

"First, strip away her consciousness and use illusions to make her experience Reincarnation ten million times, each time making her taste the most extreme pain in the world."

"Then, shatter her memories into pieces until she can't distinguish who she is, where she came from, or where she's going."

"When her mind has completely collapsed like a blank sheet of paper, we will slowly instill new perceptions into her."

"Make her feel that betraying you is the greatest sin in the Universe, and that being able to kiss the tip of your shoe is a supreme glory she sought through ten thousand cycles of Reincarnation."

"By then, she won't be Ye Qingyu anymore, but your most loyal bitch."

"Let alone a mere Moon Goddess—even if the Palace Master of the Heaven Burial Palace personally arrived to question her, she could lead them into the pit you dug without batting an eye. Because in her world, you are the only God."

Hearing these words, the curve of Su Yun's mouth grew wider and wider, until he finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Interesting, truly interesting. Compared to just killing her, this is indeed much more amusing."

He liked this plan.

Malicious enough, twisted enough, thorough enough.

This perfectly matched his long-standing style: crushing the enemy from body to spirit, from dignity to faith, in a total and comprehensive manner, and then utilizing the waste to squeeze out the last bit of value.

"Good, I'll leave this matter entirely to you."

Su Yun pinched Zi Yun's chin, admiring her eager, morbid expression.

With a flick of his finger, a wisp of golden light containing part of the Law of the map of mountains and rivers instantly sank into the space between Zi Yun's brows.

"You may use the Law authority of this world as you wish. Remember, don't let her die, and don't let her go completely insane."

Su Yun's tone was flat, yet it carried an unquestionable command.

"What I want is a mad dog that can bite and can understand human speech."

"As you command, my dear husband."

Zi Yun smiled charmingly; having received authorization, her entire aura became dangerous.

She let go of Su Yun and, with a swaying gait, slowly walked toward the sinkhole suppressed by Su Yun's will.

As Ye Qingyu watched the smiling woman approach step by step, a chill originating from the depths of her Soul made her tremble uncontrollably and violently.

She wanted to beg for mercy, to curse, but she found her throat seemingly strangled by an invisible hand, unable to utter a single word.

Zi Yun crouched down in front of her, her exquisite face leaning close to her eyes, but the breath she exhaled was colder than the ice of the Nine Serenities.

"Good girl, don't be afraid."

Her fingertips lightly brushed across Ye Qingyu's cheek, which was covered in cold sweat and mud, her smile so gentle it seemed it could drip water.

"Next, I will let you know what is more extreme than death... ultimate bliss."

The moment the words fell, endless darkness, accompanied by Zi Yun's morbid chuckle, completely swallowed all of Ye Qingyu's perception.