88: Chapter 88 The Dark Dungeon! Ji Meier's Lewd Jokes and the Enchantress's Humiliation

After soothing the spoiled and adorable Junior Sister in his arms, Gu Yi sat with her under the millennium-old Blood Jade Tree in the garden for a while longer.

Only when Junior Sister Lin Wanying was beaming with smiles and had run off like a cheerful lark to the front hall to find Valley Master Yan Shuyao did he rise unhurriedly.

Brushing off the non-existent pollen from his green robes, the gentle smile on Gu Yi's face gradually faded, and a cold, deep chill re-emerged in his profound black eyes.

Now, it was time to meet that "old friend" suppressed at the very bottom of the Xumi Immortal Mansion.

Gu Yi descended along the secret passage behind the main hall.

As he went deeper underground, the dense Spiritual Qi of the immortal family in the surrounding air gradually thinned, replaced by a damp aura permeated with bone-chilling cold and oppression.

As a top-tier spatial Formation treasure, the Xumi Immortal Mansion naturally possessed more than just pavilions and towers for enjoyment.

This gloomy dungeon located at the deepest part of the underground was its absolute death prison used to suppress powerful enemies and imprison outsiders.

After passing through a long green stone corridor, a heavy dark iron gate engraved with complex sealing runes appeared ahead.

Gu Yi placed his palm against the gate and released a wisp of Pure Yang True Qi.

Accompanied by a dull metallic grinding sound, the dark iron gate slowly opened to both sides.

Inside the gloomy dungeon, the light was exceptionally dim, with only a few ghostly blue spiritual flames burning on the walls, barely illuminating the torture chamber in the center.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood and the musty odor of being hidden from the sun for a long time.

At the end of this torture chamber, on the cold and hard black stone wall, a graceful figure was tightly bound.

It was none other than the arrogant Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao, who had been at the Deity Transformation Peak Stage above Sword King City.

At this moment, she retained not a shred of the demeanor of the high-and-mighty demoness who once looked down upon all living beings.

The terrifying spatial suction and sealing Law of the Xumi Immortal Mansion had completely sealed off her vast, sea-like Soul Transformation Stage cultivation.

Her wrists and ankles were tightly locked to the iron rings on the wall by four thick cold iron chains, suspending her in a spread-eagled position against the icy wall.

The embroidered red dress, once as bright as blood, had long been shredded by Sword Qi during her fierce battle with the two Soul Transformation experts, Fei Yuechan and Liu Qingwan.

Large patches of snow-white, delicate skin were exposed to the gloomy air, and several sword wounds, deep enough to see the bone, were still oozing scarlet blood, staining the tattered red dress even more shockingly.

Hearing the sound of the heavy iron gate opening, Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao, who had been keeping her head lowered, trembled slightly.

She struggled to lift her disheveled head, a few strands of hair stained with blood clinging to her paper-pale cheeks.

When her long, sharp phoenix eyes caught sight of the man in green robes emerging from the shadows, a wave of resentment and killing intent, which could not be extinguished even by all the waters of the rivers and lakes, erupted from the depths of her eyes.

"Gu Yi..."

Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's cracked red lips parted slightly, her voice as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing together, yet it carried a grit-toothed hatred.

"You despicable and shameless villain! If you have the guts, undo this damn Formation suppression and fight me fair and square! What kind of skill is it to rely on external items to ambush me!"

Facing the impotent rage of this Soul Transformation demoness, Gu Yi did not pause in his stride.

He walked leisurely until he was less than three feet from Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao, stopping to scan her graceful, trembling body—shaking from anger and pain—with a condescending gaze.

"Fair and square?"

Gu Yi seemed to hear some grand joke, a blatant sneer curling the corners of his lips.

"Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao, have you been locked in this dungeon until you've gone stupid? When you, a titan of the Demonic Path at the Deity Transformation Peak Stage, attacked me, a junior at the Nascent Soul Stage, why didn't you mention being fair and square? Now that you are a prisoner, you actually have the face to talk to me about rules."

"You—!"

Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao felt a tightness in her chest from Gu Yi's words, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

She struggled desperately, the cold iron chains on her wrists and ankles rattling loudly, scraping sparks against the wall.

Unfortunately, having lost the support of her True Qi, her struggle in Gu Yi's eyes was nothing more than a trapped beast fighting in a hunter's snare.

Just at this tense moment.

Deep within Gu Yi's Sea of Consciousness, the soul nourishing wood trembled slightly.

A phantom, illusory figure emitting a faint purple light drifted out from between Gu Yi's brows without warning.

Ji Meier stretched her illusory yet extremely provocative waist in mid-air, her soul-stealing fox-like eyes, filled with laziness and mockery, landing straight on Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao, who was hanging on the wall.

"Oh my, look who this is?"

Ji Meier covered her red lips, emitting a peal of silver-bell-like laughter that echoed in the empty, gloomy dungeon, sounding exceptionally grating.

"Isn't this the Blood-Robed Demoness who was so imposing outside and even dared to hit my Young Master? How come after only a few days, you've been hung on the wall like a slaughtered pig?"

Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's pupils constricted sharply.

She stared fixedly at this stunning Divine Soul that had appeared out of thin air, feeling the faint yet far-beyond-her-cognition aura of Divine Soul Origin on the other party, a strong sense of vigilance rising in her heart.

"Who are you? A remnant soul that doesn't dare to see the light of day, yet you dare to mock me!"

"Who I am is not something a little girl like you is qualified to know."

Ji Meier drifted in front of Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao, circling her graceful body—pulled taut by the chains, revealing every curve—her eyes full of the seasoned ruthlessness and lack of inhibition from years of mingling in the Demonic Path.

This Dao Integration Stage expert from thousands of years ago was a troublemaker who feared nothing.

Having been stifled in this Xumi Immortal Mansion for a few days, now seeing a junior also from the Demonic Path in trouble, the mischievous nature within her was completely ignited.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this figure is quite well-trained; everything that should be convex is, and everything that should be perky is. It's just a pity that this temper is too foul, and you don't know how to please a man."

Ji Meier leaned close to Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's ear, deliberately lowering her enchanting voice, yet the words she spat out were crude and explicit to the extreme.

"Little girl, you've ended up in this state, why still act like a chaste and virtuous woman? I think you might as well kneel down now and beg my Young Master to show mercy and favor you. As long as you serve the Young Master comfortably, perhaps if the Young Master is happy, he might even reward you with a sip of soup."

"You... you are shameless! Lowly!"

Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao had only known slaughter and Cultivation her whole life, and wherever she went, was she not respected as a Senior expert?

How had she ever heard such filthy language, like a brothel madam lecturing a novice!

With blood rushing to her head, Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's originally pale cheeks instantly flushed red, her eyes almost spitting fire.

She gritted her silver teeth until they rattled, wishing she could devour this woman who spoke without restraint.

"I am lowly?"

Ji Meier seemed to hear a compliment, laughing until her body shook, her illusory chest heaving violently.

She turned her head, her fox-like eyes blinking wildly at Gu Yi, inciting trouble for fear that the world wouldn't be chaotic enough.

"Young Master, listen to how stubborn this little girl is. If I were you, I would tear off these few tattered rags on her body right now and find a whip to give her a good thrashing. Then, make her twist around this dungeon naked to see if she still dares to put on airs and call herself 'this seat'."

"You dare! Gu Yi, if you dare to touch a single hair on my head, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

In Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's eyes, originally full of killing intent, a flash of irrepressible panic and humiliation finally appeared at this moment.

For a proud top-tier female cultivator, this kind of humiliation that stripped away her dignity was far more terrifying than being killed by a single sword strike.

She twisted her body violently, wanting to hide her exposed skin, but the taut chains fixed her firmly in place, and the feeling of powerlessness submerged her like a tide.

Listening to this increasingly outrageous dirty talk, Gu Yi rubbed his brows with a headache.

He truly underestimated the trash-talking ability of this Dao Integration Stage demoness.

If he let this leader of the mood-setting group continue, this gloomy dungeon would likely turn into the scene of some indescribable novel.

"That's enough, shut up. Go back to your soul nourishing wood and stay there, stop making trouble here."

Gu Yi reprimanded her irritably in his mind, unilaterally cutting off Ji Meier's permission to continue speaking.

Ji Meier pouted, leaving a provocative wink for Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao, before turning into a streak of purple light and shrinking back into Gu Yi's Sea of Consciousness, unwilling and reluctant.

The dungeon returned to silence, leaving only the heavy breathing of Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao, who had become ragged from extreme humiliation and anger.

Gu Yi stepped forward, closing the distance to the wall.

His long, powerful right hand shot out, grabbing Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's smooth, slender chin, forcing her beautiful face, filled with humiliation, to tilt up and meet his gaze.

The force from his fingers was immense, making Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's jawbone ache faintly.

"Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao."

In Gu Yi's bottomless black eyes, there was a pure and bone-chilling desire for control.

"Don't look at me with those eyes. Do you really think these few verbal insults are the entire feast I have prepared for you?"

Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao was forced to look up at the man before her, her heart contracting violently under that cold gaze.

From Gu Yi's eyes, she saw an abyss more terrifying than death.

Gu Yi did not bother with the vigilance in her eyes any longer.

In his mind, he calmly awakened the System panel, his gaze falling directly on an Advanced Formation exchange column in the villain shop.

[Product Name: Truth-Extracting Heart-Seizing Formation.]

[Product Effect: Used against targets with sealed cultivation. After the Formation is activated, it will forcibly tear through the target's mental defenses, dragging out the most painful and unwilling-to-face bloody memories from the depths of their heart, infinitely magnifying their fear and vulnerability.]

[Exchange Price: 1000 villain points.]

"Exchange."

Gu Yi thought silently in his mind.

Accompanied by the deduction of 1000 villain points, a miniature Formation Plate with a dark red hue and covered in strange demonic patterns appeared silently in the palm of Gu Yi's free left hand.

What he wanted was not a lifeless corpse, nor a prisoner who raged impotently at him every day.

To deal with a demoness whose bones were permeated with ruthlessness and pride, any physical torture or verbal humiliation could not make her truly bow her head.

The only way was to use the cruelest means to tear open the deepest, most painful blood scar in her heart, grind her pride into powder, and then from the ruins, reshape her into a sharp blade that only took orders from him!

"You... what do you want to do..."

Looking at the Formation Plate in Gu Yi's hand emitting an eerie red light, an unprecedented sense of life-and-death crisis enveloped Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's entire body.

The fingers Gu Yi used to pinch her chin slowly released.

He stepped back half a pace and threw the dark red Formation Plate in his hand towards the ground at Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's feet.

"What do I want to do? You will know very soon."