Chapter 110

Xia Qingyue's expression was complex, but she said nothing.

Chi Wuyao, however, smiled ambiguously, saying with a deeper meaning, "Sister Qingyue, did you ever imagine that one day, your man would trample the nine strongest Divine Masters of the entire God Realm underfoot, making them kneel before him, wagging their tails and begging for mercy?"

Xia Qingyue fell silent, seemingly lost in thought. Back then, she and Yun Che married in Flowing Cloud City, and later traveled together to Divine Phoenix. She focused on her cultivation in the Ice Phoenix Palace, while he, inside the Primordial Profound Ark, received a heaven-defying opportunity, advancing his cultivation by leaps and bounds, astonishing the world.

At that time, Yun Che had declared he would become the most powerful man in the world, making everyone bow before him. She had never taken him seriously. She knew how distant that dream was, merely the naive and innocent fantasy of a young man.

The God Realm? That was a supreme existence, unimaginable even in thought. Moreover, Yun Che at the time was just a frail youth with crippled profound veins. Who could have imagined that such a weak boy back then would become the devil he is today, trampling the God Realm underfoot, making countless beings prostrate themselves, and causing endless Divine Masters to tremble and submit? Had she not witnessed it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears, she would never have believed such an outrageous transformation was possible.

Chi Wuyao looked at Xia Qingyue, her smile radiant, and spoke softly again, "But isn't this precisely what makes him, as the Devil Master, so captivating?"

Xia Qingyue did not respond. In her heart, she was thinking of something else entirely. Yun Che's cruelty towards the world and his brutal methods against the God Realm made her tremble. Yet, only towards her had he never shown any true malice. Back then, he could ruthlessly kill Bingfeng, Tianyao, and even the Heaven Smiting Devil Emperor, with whom he later reconciled, leaving no room for mercy. But only she, time and again, at the brink of death, was saved by him. Were it not for him, she would have long since been beyond redemption. She owed him. But how could she ever repay this debt of gratitude?

Chi Wuyao lightly raised a slender hand, her fingertips gently touching a wisp of hair on Xia Qingyue's forehead, her voice becoming soft and alluring. "Sister Qingyue, have you noticed that lately, he seems to enjoy gazing at you?"

Xia Qingyue's eyelids trembled slightly.

"Heh." Chi Wuyao chuckled softly. "Actually, he has always been watching you." Chi Wuyao's fingers slid down, gently caressing the skin on Xia Qingyue's neck. "It's just that he hid it very well, and so did you."

Xia Qingyue finally reacted, speaking coldly, "Between him and me, there is only hatred."

Chi Wuyao let out a low laugh. "Hatred? That's truly the cheapest excuse in the world. Do you believe there can be true, eternal hatred in this world? Besides, when did you and he ever have true hatred?" Chi Wuyao's voice grew deeper. "Everything you did back then was merely to make him stronger."

Xia Qingyue: "…!"

"You merely wanted him to become a true powerhouse capable of standing tall, to break free from his shackles completely, and no longer be manipulated or used by others. Because you simply could not tolerate such a unique person as him becoming anyone's pawn." Chi Wuyao's voice grew softer and more captivating, as if possessing a special magic. "And facts prove you succeeded. All your sacrifices, all your cruelty, forged the Yun Che who now dominates the world. Sister Qingyue, you did so much for him, sacrificed so much. Do you truly not have the slightest desire for him to reciprocate? Do you dare say that towards him, you only feel coldness and hatred? Do you dare say you've never thought of truly embracing him like a real woman, accepting everything he gives you, feeling the joy he brings?"

Xia Qingyue sharply turned her head, her icy gaze fixed on Chi Wuyao, her voice becoming piercingly cold. "Shut up!"

Chi Wuyao remained unfazed. She extended her other hand and gently stroked the back of Xia Qingyue's hand. "I know what you're thinking. You feel unworthy, that your hands are stained with his blood, that his embrace is a forbidden zone you cannot touch, a raging fire that would consume all your sins. You are wrong."

Chi Wuyao's voice was gentle, yet contained an irresistible magic. "Everything you did for him was the love you poured out from your life and soul. How could he not know? How could he not feel it? The pain in his heart, for you, is infinitely deeper than yours. All he craves is to have you again. Not for you to inflict endless suffering upon him with this self-righteous punishment!"

Xia Qingyue's pupils contracted sharply, her gaze flickering, unable to speak for a long time.

Chi Wuyao slowly stood up, looking down at her, her slender fingers gently caressing Xia Qingyue's cheek, her voice as soft as a falling feather. "Look into his eyes, feel his heart. From beginning to end, he has yearned for you; he has been waiting for you. Sister Qingyue, stop tormenting him, and stop tormenting yourself. You deserve to have him."

As Chi Wuyao's words faded, Xia Qingyue remained motionless for a long time, the complexity and turmoil in her eyes clearly visible.

"Alright, I merely came to chat with you; you needn't overthink it," Chi Wuyao said, withdrawing her hand and slowly stepping back. "As for the conflict and decisions in your heart, that's entirely up to you. I won't interfere. You should rest well."

With that, Chi Wuyao's figure silently vanished, as if she had never been there.

Xia Qingyue remained in her posture, unmoving, only the struggle and complexity in her gaze silently seething.