To burn one's soul is to cast one's future into ash. But to kneel before this devil… is a grave humiliation
The immortal wind in her sleeves had stilled. The spring light in her eyes dimmed beneath the crimson gaze of a thousand demonic statues.
Her soul flared in protest, yet could not rise.
She tried to channel her inner immortal Qi, but it was as useless as Ye Chen's manhood.
Zhao stepped forward, gently chanting some ancient words, causing magical runes to be summoned of out thin air.
Those runes slowly expanded and took the shape of a spiritual furnace.
"A humble man learns to bow, a woman learns to spread her legs, if not, they are slaughtered as pigs... I hope the grace has heard such a proverb among the immortal scholars." Zhao said without any emotions, while his hand glowed with a blue aura, lifting her chin.
"The wisdom save lives, ignorance seals it..." He added.
It was the immortal refining technique, he just used, if she rejects his words or remain silent like a freedomed people, without any mercy he would refine her.
..
So shameless, so vulgar, this young man is corrupted by the path of life.
A woman learns to spread her legs?
Well, she can't deny it. In front of power, you have to bow or get crushed.
This technique... This is an immortal refining technique used by demonic cultivators in the upper realm.
Could he be a reincarnation of an ancient figure?
Or maybe, he simply possessed that body using some forbidden method of rite?
She dare not ask.
Of course, she wanted to live if possible.
But she is unable to make a decision at the moment.
How can she offer her pure self to a demonic cultivator?
Obviously, only those who leave the treacherous path of cultivation unable to make further breakthroughs settle down and start a family.
Or those women from powerful families and sects, who are married to other influential families, for political and social reasons.
As a woman, why would she offer her purity if she is still talented? Why would she need a hole within herself, breaking the Yin tissue and making cultivation a little harder?
But she doesn't know how to feel at the moment.
Her Qi blindness was somewhat removed due to the lack of Qi Luck on Ye Chen's halo.
And she wanted revenge against the cultivators who betrayed her and ultimately killed her.
But if surrendering allows me to rise again, is it really a surrender, or a strategy...
As the immortal venerable, she already has the answer.
"I Surrender..."
The white flags were raised, however, words were meaningless.
"Open your sea of consciousness..." Zhao commanded.
If she truly surrenders, she should accept his imprint into her sea of consciousness.
Immortal Master: "..."
Having no other options, she opened her sea of consciousness.
Zhao released his sense and left an imprint in her sea of consciousness, making her his possession.
...
Woosh!
The domain vanished.
The sky turned clear and joyous, as if the heavens themselves had turned their gaze away from the shameful transaction below. Spring breeze stirred the grass.
The peach blossoms resumed their fall, soft petals drifting like tears over broken pride.
The demonic statues, having fulfilled their task, crumbled into ash, returning to the void from whence they came.
But she did not rise.
She remained kneeling, her eyes half-lidded, her soul trembling beneath the fresh imprint in her sea of consciousness; it is a mark colder than death and more binding than destiny.
It was done.
So this… is what it feels like to become someone's possession.
Though no chains wrapped her limbs, her very will felt fettered.
Zhao stood before her, no joy upon his face, no triumph in his aura.
He had not forced her for pleasure, nor broken her for rage.
She had choice.
He just did what he should.
"You chose well," Zhao said plainly, voice as calm as still water in a sealed tomb. "Those who bend live. Those who break become bricks for the path I walk,"
He turned his back to her, offering no gesture of courtesy, no glance of acknowledgment.
But she remained bowed.
Not out of devotion.
Not out of fear, but, because, to stand too soon… would shatter what little remained of her dignity.
The immortal imprint glowed faintly in her core, a cold brand, whispering Zhao's name in her very thoughts.
She reached inward, trembling fingers of spirit brushing the edges of the brand.
He could kill me with a thought… or worse, command my soul to obey without question.
Is this my punishment… or is this the price of rebirth?
She thought of Ye Chen, his body still broken, discarded like rotting silk on the stones.
She felt neither sorrow nor sympathy.
The bonds between master and disciple had burned away in the furnace of this devil's will.
You were a fool, Ye Chen… And I, a greater fool for tying my fate to yours.
The truth struck deep.
She had gambled on heaven's favor… and lost.
Now, her cultivation, her pride, her very future, lay beneath the heel of a devil.
But in that very darkness, a flicker remained.
As long as I live… I can still climb. I can still return.
Zhao… You may hold my soul for now…
But one day, even devils must kneel. Buddha must kneel,
At last, she rose to her feet.
Her soul quivered, and her aura was in tatters, but her gaze was cold once more.
A thin veil of calm masked the storm within.
Just then,
"WHERE IS THAT SINNER YE CHEN,"
The thunderous voice of elder wang echoed as he descended with a few of his powerful disciples.
Soon, the elder's eyes went to Ye Chen, lying on the ground.
"Go grab him," Elder commanded to his disciple.
"Yes," One of the disciples went to grab Ye Chen.
However,
"Stop..." Young Master Zhao intervened.
How could a lowly elder kill Ye Chen before he could see something more vast than the vastness of heaven?
Of course, some people forget that arrogance harvests faster than it blooms.
"Greetings Holy envoy... This is the matter between us and Ye Chen, so please find your way," The Disciple uttered with a proud chest.
He has the backing of elder, so, why fear?
Its natural to have backbone.
"Court death,"
But, with a single breath of Young Master Zhao, the disciple turned into blood mist.