89: Chapter 89 Revealing the Truth and Stealing the Heart! Tearing Open the Witch's Bloody Scars

Deep in the dark and cramped dungeon, that dark red Formation Plate traced a cold arc, landing precisely on the bluestone slab beneath Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao.

Hum—

Accompanied by the dull sound of the Formation Plate hitting the ground, an intensely dark red Formation pattern, thick as boiling blood, surged crazily from the center of the Formation Plate.

These Formation patterns seemed to possess life, rapidly crawling along the cold walls, and in an instant, completely enveloped the delicate body of Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao, which was restrained by chains.

The blinding red light flickered violently in the dim interrogation room, eventually converging into a complex and eerie mark that forced its way into the space between Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's eyebrows.

"Ah—!"

The moment the Formation patterns entered her body, Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's phoenix eyes, which had been glaring at Gu Yi, suddenly widened.

She lifted her slender, snow-white neck, and a shrill, piercing scream erupted from her throat. That sound no longer held the lofty prestige of the Demonic Path she usually displayed, leaving only a tremor and panic originating from the depths of her Soul.

The tyranny of the Truth-Spilling, Heart-Stealing Formation lay in its utter disregard for reason; it bypassed the defenses of a Cultivator's Physical Body and forcibly tore open the deepest, most untouchable memory Seal within the victim's Sea of Consciousness.

The thick cold iron chains rattled as the body of Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao twitched violently.

Her eyes quickly lost focus, and her pupils dilated. The dark dungeon walls before her twisted and dissolved in her vision, eventually transforming into a freezing downpour of rain.

Gu Yi stood with his hands behind his back in the shadows at the edge of the Formation, watching the Demoness, who had fallen into an illusion, with a cold expression.

"No... don't come over..."

Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao shook her head violently, her black hair stained with blood dancing wildly in the air. Her pale, beautiful face was covered in dense beads of cold sweat, and she bit her lower lip so hard that fresh, bright red blood seeped out.

"Revered Master... why... I have never secretly practiced any Demonic Technique..."

She seemed to see the scene that terrified her the most and was hardest to believe. Her shackled hands reached out desperately, trying to grab something, but she only grasped empty air.

"That Demonic Technique manual... was placed in my room by you... it was you..."

Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's voice began to tremble, carrying a despair and choked sob born from the collapse of her faith.

"For that quota... for Junior Sister... are you really going to push me out to take the blame..."

"I didn't kill my fellow disciples! Don't kill me... I beg you... don't kill me..."

The intermittent wails and roars echoed between the empty walls of the dungeon.

Gu Yi listened quietly to these broken fragments of sentences, a flash of understanding passing through his deep, black eyes.

The dignified Deity Transformation Peak Stage Blood-Robed Demoness had actually once been an exceptionally gifted Personal Disciple in a Righteous Path Sect.

It was a pity that, in the face of absolute benefit, she had been used as a scapegoat by the Revered Master she respected most, bearing the monstrous crime of secretly practicing Demonic Techniques and slaughtering fellow disciples.

Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao's breathing became increasingly rapid, her chest heaving violently. Her tattered red dress slipped slightly during her struggle, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

The scene in the illusion had clearly advanced to its most tragic moment.

"Get lost! You sanctimonious hypocrites!"

Her tone suddenly became sharp and shrill, and two lines of muddy tears mixed with blood traces flowed from the corners of her eyes.

"Since you say I am a demon... then I will become a demon for you to see! I will kill you all... I will drain every drop of your blood!"

This was the turning point where she completely fell into the Demonic Path and became a killing machine.

That young girl, chased by the Righteous Path like a stray dog on a rainy night and covered in blood, had used endless hatred to forge a ruthless suit of armor that no blade could pierce.

From then on, the world lost a pure and refined Righteous Path Genius and gained a terrifying, Sect-betraying enchantress.

She used her lofty posture and ruthless, heartless slaughter to mask the poor, shivering creature deep within her heart who remained forever trapped in that rainy night.

"Kill... kill you all..."

Trapped by the chains, Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao twisted frantically. Although her eyes remained unfocused, the intense Evil Qi she had accumulated over the years was released without reservation, stimulated by the Formation.

Gu Yi knew the time was ripe.

He took a step forward, directly entering the light of the dark red Formation patterns.

The vast and boundless Pure Yang True Essence of his Creation Immortal Body, mixed with the irresistible pressure of a superior from the Nascent Soul Stage, erupted from his body like a tidal wave.

This pressure did not hold back in the slightest, transforming into an invisible, rampaging Dragon that charged directly into the fragile illusion within the Sea of Consciousness of Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao.

Bang!

The torrential rain and the phantom images of the Righteous Path Cultivators in the illusion shattered instantly under the impact of this overwhelmingly tyrannical force.

Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao gasped sharply.

Her dilated pupils refocused, the illusory scene before her receded, and in its place was Gu Yi's handsome face, close at hand and cold to the bone.

"Are you awake? My lofty Blood-Robed Demoness."

Gu Yi's voice was low and cold, devoid of any pity, sounding like a death sentence in the enclosed interrogation room.

"You..."

Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao gasped heavily, her chest heaving violently. The aftereffects of having her mental defenses forcibly torn apart left her without an ounce of strength, and even her voice trembled.

Looking at Gu Yi before her, the panic and humiliation of having her deepest secrets pried open made her instinctively want to shrink back.

But she was shackled tightly to the wall, with nowhere to retreat.

"You despicable villain... what have you done to me..." Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao gritted her teeth, trying to regain the dignity of her Soul Transformation Stage Demonic Path power, glaring viciously at Gu Yi.

It was a pity that, coupled with the undried tear tracks at the corners of her eyes and her pale complexion, this fierce display lacked any deterrent power.

Gu Yi did not answer her question.

He raised his hand, his slender, powerful fingers suddenly reaching out and grasping the slender, snow-white neck of Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao.

"Ugh—"

Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao let out a painful muffled groan. The force in Gu Yi's hand was immense; his Pure Yang True Essence invaded her Meridians without mercy, completely shattering the trace of strength she had just gathered in her anger.

Gu Yi held her throat with one hand, forcing the back of her head to slam heavily against the cold black stone wall.

"Put away this paper tiger act; it's disgusting to look at."

Gu Yi leaned close to her face, his deep, black eyes locked onto hers, his words like the sharpest blade, precisely cutting into her pride.

"Do you think that just because you've killed a few people and put on a red dress, you're truly some unassailable giant of the Demonic Path?"

"Stop deceiving yourself. In my eyes, you're just a stray dog discarded like a rag by your own Revered Master, begging for mercy on a rainy night with no one to take you in."

"Shut up! You shut up!"

These words precisely struck the most painful weakness of Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao. She struggled frantically, kicking her legs, her shackled hands clawing desperately at the wall.

"I am not! I am Li Hongxiao! Those who betrayed me are already dead! I killed them!"

"Is that so?"

The mockery at the corners of Gu Yi's mouth deepened. Not only did he not let go, but he tightened his fingers a few more times, cutting off most of her breath.

"You killed them, and then what? You defected to the Demonic Path, helping those half-human, half-ghost things slaughter everywhere. You think you're taking revenge on the Righteous Path? You've only gone from being a dog of the Righteous Path to a knife in the hands of the Demonic Path that can be discarded at any time."

Gu Yi's gaze held a condescending indifference.

"Your so-called pride, your so-called ruthlessness, are all built upon your pathetic fear. You are afraid of being abandoned again, afraid of returning to that helpless rainy night, so you use slaughter to mask your cowardice."

"Look at yourself now. Tied here by a few chains, not even your life is your own. Where do you get the confidence to call yourself 'this seat' in front of me?"

The breathing of Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao became increasingly difficult, and her cheeks flushed with a sickly crimson due to hypoxia.

She stared fixedly at Gu Yi.

She wanted to retort, wanted to rage, wanted to hack this man who tore open her scars into a thousand pieces.

However, she could not open her mouth.

Gu Yi's words were like magic, peeling away the strong shell she had painstakingly built over these years, layer by layer.

The young girl she had buried deep in her heart, hiding and crying in the rainy night, was at this moment dragged into the sunlight in the most brutal way by Gu Yi, with nowhere to hide.

All pretenses were shattered.

Her pride, her dignity, the pathological psychology that supported her path to the Soul Transformation Peak Stage—all completely collapsed in the face of Gu Yi's absolute, tyrannical, and all-piercing pressure.

"Wuu..."

Two lines of clear tears slid down the corners of the eyes of Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao.

This Blood-Robed Demoness, who viewed human life as grass, finally, in the dark dungeon, lowered her lofty head.

She stopped struggling.

That graceful, alluring body, as if having lost all skeletal support, slid softly down the wall.

If not for the chains on her wrists holding her up, and if not for Gu Yi's hand still gripping her throat, she would likely have collapsed onto the ground like a puddle of mud.

She no longer looked at Gu Yi, just desperately closed her eyes, her tears silently wetting the messy hair beside her cheeks.

Feeling the slender, weak throat no longer resisting in his palm, Gu Yi leaned down slightly, placing his lips close to the delicate earlobe of Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao.

His voice was no longer as cold and piercing as before, but carried a deep, magnetic quality that seemed capable of piercing the Soul, ringing clearly in the silent dungeon, word by word.

"I have no interest in participating in your past. Those who abandoned you and used you, in my eyes, don't even have the qualifications to be my opponents."

Gu Yi's fingers traced slowly along her throat, stroking her constantly pulsing carotid artery.

"Take all your fears and pathetic pride and put them away. From now on, you are no longer a castaway of the Righteous Path, nor are you a tool of the Demonic Path."

Gu Yi's tyrannical verdict slammed unquestioningly into the completely hollowed-out Sea of Consciousness of Blood-Robed Demoness Li Hongxiao.

"From now on, your life belongs only to me."