“So for the sake of the Immortal Gate Sect, for the future of the Three Realms, I must kill him!”
After Rong Yao finished speaking, she watched Taotao take out the Universe Bag it had treasured for many years, its little hand reaching in to pull out a small black porcelain bottle.
“What’s this?” Rong Yao asked it.
Taotao looked at the small black porcelain bottle in its hand, a sinister smile curling across its tiny face. ”This is the number one poison in the jianghu, the Death-Claiming Pill. It’s said that just one light lick will kill anyone—mortal or immortal~”
Rong Yao was skeptical. ”Will this actually work?”
Yin Yanxiu had told her before that only the Abyss-Devouring Sword could…
Wait!
Speaking of the Abyss-Devouring Sword, Rong Yao suddenly remembered that she seemed to have left it behind there.
But at the same time, another thought struck her—she seemed to understand why the Abyss-Devouring Sword hadn’t killed Yin Yanxiu last night.
It was said that the Abyss-Devouring Sword could slay all Evil Spirits in the world, but right now Yin Yanxiu was merely a sect disciple with meager Spiritual Power. He hadn’t yet become the Demon King, and his body carried no demonic aura, which was why the Abyss-Devouring Sword had no effect on him.
With that thought, Rong Yao’s gaze fell on the small porcelain bottle in Taotao’s hand.
For Yin Yanxiu in his current youth, this Death-Claiming Pill really could take his life!
Rong Yao never expected she would resort to such a despicable method as poisoning against Yin Yanxiu, and she felt a faint twinge of reluctance in her heart.
But the moment she remembered how terribly that scoundrel of a man had treated her in her past life, what little compassion she had left vanished instantly.
“That scoundrel is so evil—why would I feel sorry for him!”
In the kitchen, Rong Yao said this as she poured the powdered Death-Claiming Pill into the flour, planning to make it into pastries for him to eat.
At noon, on the second floor of the Treasure Pavilion.
The young man, dressed in the white robes of the Immortal Gate Sect, held a rag and slowly wiped the dust from the bookshelves.
A faint sound reached his ears, and his indifferent gaze turned toward the corner, frightening the girl hiding there into immediately ducking her head back.
Taotao looked at how cowardly the girl was acting and said, exasperated, “Why are you such a coward?”
Rong Yao: “I-I’m not.”
Didn’t she need time to gather her words first?
Did that rotten Taotao think poisoning someone was so easy?
Just as she finished speaking, Rong Yao felt a shadow fall over her. She slowly raised her head and saw the young man standing before her.
His face was cold, his eyes gleaming with gloomy, deathly stillness as they stared fixedly at her.
Rong Yao swallowed, but strangely felt no fear.
Instead, it was Taotao, who had been chattering nonstop just moments ago, that let out a frightened whimper at the sight of the young man and burrowed into the girl’s hair.
Meeting the young man’s gloomy, indifferent eyes, Rong Yao nervously tightened her grip on the food box in her hands.
Then, forcing a smile, she held the food box out to him. “Are you hungry? Would you like some pastries?”
Yin Yanxiu stared at the smile on the girl’s face, then his gaze dropped to the food box in her hand. He said coldly, “What do you want from me?”
Last night she sneaked into his room in the middle of the night, and today she was diligently bringing him pastries.
She said she liked him—liked him, a half-demon despised by everyone. He wouldn’t believe her nonsense!
“If you don’t explain yourself, I’ll strangle you right now!”
As the youth pressed his questioning, that slightly cool hand had already clamped unceremoniously around the young woman’s neck, his tone thick with threat.
Rong Yao had no idea why this wretched man always liked to grab her neck every time he saw her.
Just as she was about to speak, she heard Taotao suddenly exclaim from the side, “She likes you!”
With that, Taotao immediately burrowed out of the young woman’s hair and fluttered away on her tiny wings.
Rong Yao met the youth’s handsome face, and suddenly the things the two of them had done in their past life flashed through her mind—then she couldn’t control the blush spreading across her cheeks.
That blush fell right into the youth’s eyes. Yin Yanxiu’s body stiffened; he had never expected her to actually like him.
Hah, what did she like about him? This face?
Yin Yanxiu recalled how, when he had drifted into Dark City earlier, those women had lusted after his face, all wanting to Dual Cultivate with him. He had unceremoniously snapped their necks.
Now Rong Yao said she liked him. Was he supposed to snap her neck just like he’d snapped theirs?
The youth’s hand tightened around her neck, and Rong Yao saw intense killing intent in his eyes.
He had clearly developed murderous intent toward her again!
That damned wretched man—truly cold-blooded and heartless since childhood, always ready to strangle someone at the slightest provocation.
“Uuu~”
Strangled, Rong Yao couldn’t help but start crying. The next second, large teardrops rolled from the young woman’s eyes and landed on the youth’s arm.
Feeling the scorching heat of her tears, Yin Yanxiu’s body went rigid.
Rong Yao was very beautiful—rosy lips and white teeth, her fair, flawless skin tinged with pink, her thin lips delicate and dewy like flower petals, looking utterly pure.
Now, as she cried, her reddened eyes made her look like a peach blossom that had been plucked and defiled, evoking an almost heartbreaking tenderness.
Gazing at that pitiable little face, Yin Yanxiu’s eyes darkened sharply.
Just as Rong Yao thought the youth was going to strangle her to death, he suddenly loosened his grip and said, “Shen Jichuan.”
Rong Yao was still hiccupping through her sobs when she heard the youth abruptly call out Brother Jichuan’s name.
She stopped crying, her large, watery eyes staring at him in confusion.
Did he know Brother Jichuan?
Yin Yanxiu: “What is your relationship with him? Is he your fiancé?”
“N… no.”
Yin Yanxiu: “No?”
Everyone in the entire Immortal Gate Sect knew that Rong Yao’s family had arranged a marriage for her when she was young, and that her little fiancé came to the Immortal Gate Sect every three months with plenty of gifts to see her.
Rong Yao: “Brother Jichuan isn’t my… fiancé. I only think of him as an older brother…”
Brother Jichuan?
At her words, the youth’s eyes narrowed dangerously. How intimate she sounded.
He stared at the young woman’s exquisite little face. He had originally planned to kill her, but now… he had changed his mind.
Yin Yanxiu’s eyes flickered. His large hand moved from her neck to her chin, forcing Rong Yao to tilt her head up and meet his gaze.
Rong Yao saw that in the youth’s dark eyes there now lingered some obscure meaning she couldn’t decipher.
“You like me?” Yin Yanxiu asked.
The young woman nodded.
“Then… do you want me to kiss you?” the youth asked.
Rong Yao’s eyes went wide. She wondered if her ears were playing tricks on her.
Then the youth in front of her asked again, “Yes or no?”