Gui Jianchou could not understand; he truly, profoundly could not understand. How could it be that despite his deep, unwavering love for her, despite how intensely he cherished her, how could his heart hold only her, yet her heart could not contain him? Instead, it was occupied by a man who had been dead for millennia? Why was this so?

“I apologize, Senior Brother, but in this world, there are many things that simply have no ‘why’…” Jiu Feng spoke faintly, her brown eyes drifting toward Xi Yang not far away. She wondered how the latter was faring now. She herself was severely wounded, finding even the slightest movement of her body difficult, and could only pray that her Master would return soon.

Hearing Jiu Feng’s almost cruel reply, Gui Jianchou’s expression froze. He stared blankly at her, taking in her beautiful face, her captivating, enchanting eyes, and finally letting his gaze sweep over her full, alluring bosom and her figure that curved with perfect symmetry…

A sudden heat flared within him, and the man burst into loud, unrestrained laughter…

“How could I be so foolish? So what if she holds him in her heart? As long as I possess her body, and then claim her heart, wouldn’t it all amount to the same thing? Why was I so utterly idiotic? I’ve been so, so foolish…” Gui Jianchou spoke, a ** smile spreading across his face.

Seeing the sudden shift in Gui Jianchou’s demeanor, Jiu Feng’s expression changed, and a flash of panic appeared in her eyes. Watching him walk step by step toward her, she spoke with great alarm, “Senior Brother… what… what are you planning to do?”

“What am I planning? Junior Sister, I have loved you for so many years; what do you think I want to do?” Gui Jianchou advanced steadily, the smile on his face growing brighter. He had finally, finally caught a moment when Dugu Bachen was absent, and he had no intention of letting such an opportunity slip away.

Looking at Jiu Feng’s proud, firm jade peaks, then at the waist devoid of any excess flesh, and finally at her long, slender thighs, he felt the wicked fire inside him burn hotter and fiercer, even his eyes becoming filled with scorching flames…

“Senior Brother, you cannot do this, you absolutely cannot…” Watching Gui Jianchou approach inch by inch, seeing the heat in his gaze, a tremor of fear ran through Jiu Feng. She did not fear death, but she dreaded the thought of her body being touched by another man. She belonged to him—her heart, her body, everything about her belonged solely to one man, a man named Ye Jingyu…

She would not allow any other man to lay a hand on her; she would preserve her perfect self for him, whether it took a hundred years, a thousand, or even ten thousand. She would wait for him.

Wait for him…

“Hahahaha… Why can’t I do this? Junior Sister, you are mine. You are mine, do you understand? You belong to me…” Seeing the terror in Jiu Feng’s eyes, Gui Jianchou suddenly felt an indescribable ecstasy. For so many years, her attitude toward him had been so casual, so indifferent. Now, finally, she showed fear. Why did this feeling bring such intense satisfaction?

Why?

“Senior Brother, if you take another step closer, I will self-detonate my Divine Soul…” As Gui Jianchou continued his advance, noticing the near-madness in his eyes, Jiu Feng bit her lip and spoke coldly. Even in death, she would never allow another man to profane her body—never, absolutely never…

Seeing the stubborn yet resolute light in Jiu Feng’s eyes, Gui Jianchou visibly faltered, then roared out loud, “Why? Why? Why won’t you accept me even if it means death? Why? What is it? What about me is inferior to him? What is the reason?”

Gui Jianchou roared almost frantically. He genuinely could not comprehend it. His talent was no less than Ye Jingyu’s; all he lacked was mere luck—fewer divine artifacts, a less powerful Master. In what way was he inferior?

If Ye Jingyu were still alive, that might be understandable. But he had been dead for thousands of years, so why could she not forget him? Why did she hold him in lower regard than a corpse in her heart?

Gui Jianchou refused to accept this, he would not accept it!

Suddenly, he pointed a finger, and a thread of black light instantly pierced into Jiu Feng’s body. Jiu Feng immediately felt as though her body and her very soul were bound by an invisible force. The look of terror on her face deepened… At this moment, she couldn't even muster the strength to move a finger, let alone take her own life…

“You are mine; I must have you today…” A savage grin spread across Gui Jianchou’s face. Even if he couldn't win her heart, what did that matter? As long as he possessed her body, nothing else held any consequence!

After sealing Jiu Feng’s Divine Soul with his powerful technique, preventing her from self-detonation, Gui Jianchou crouched down and grabbed the hem of Jiu Feng’s black gauze skirt, ripping it with force… &

With a sharp shhh, the outer black long skirt was torn into long strips, exposing large swathes of smooth, flawless skin…

Seeing the expanse of her skin, then the high, alluring curve of her chest contained only by the dudou wrap, the flames in Gui Jianchou’s eyes flared even brighter…

Meanwhile, tears of humiliation streamed down Jiu Feng’s face. Her hatred for Gui Jianchou reached its absolute zenith. She never imagined she would suffer such an indignity.

I’m sorry, Ah Yu, I’m so sorry, truly sorry…

Her heart felt as if it were shattering in that moment. Her eyes, once filled with longing, were now replaced entirely by venomous hatred. She stared fixedly at Gui Jianchou, vowing that the moment she regained her freedom, she would fight him to the death… &

Seeing Jiu Feng’s look of pure hatred, Gui Jianchou did not become angry; instead, he roared with laughter. Years of infatuation had twisted into something morbid. To force such a fiercely hateful woman beneath him—surely that sensation would be intoxicating…

Ye Jingyu, so what if you were stronger back then? So what if she loved you? But now, you’ve been dead for millennia—can you possibly save her? Gui Jianchou laughed with wicked satisfaction. The thought of finally claiming his beloved’s body sent a tremor through his frame; he even twitched slightly, having achieved a form of premature release due to overwhelming excitement. It must be said, some of his functions were quite ‘potent’…

Just as Gui Jianchou was about to reach out his demonic claws toward Jiu Feng, just as he was about to tear away her final layer of dudou, an enraged roar suddenly erupted from behind him…

“Gui Jianchou! You dare touch my woman… You are absolutely dead!”

Hearing this voice, both Gui Jianchou’s and Jiu Feng’s expressions shifted instantly—his with shock, hers with overwhelming joy… C