Sweat kept forming on Jing Huan’s palms, her body hair standing on end.

Yet under such focused scrutiny, waves of pleasure arose in her heart.

After five hundred years, Liu Cang Yun was finally looking at her properly again.

Fear and cold mingled with excitement, a manic pleasure dyeing Jing Huan’s eyeballs.

She restrained her trembling lips and asked hoarsely: “Master, do you know who the next person I want to destroy is? Hmm…”

The coldness falling on her body became increasingly biting. Jing Huan’s full lips parted slightly as she took a breath. Glancing at the window, she pointed at the starry sky and said: “The strange star is about to overlap with the Purple Forbidden Star… How can I allow them to shine together?”

“It’s been five hundred years. I sacrificed a lifetime of cultivation to steal the great creation of heaven and earth. In this realm, I am the undisputed ruler of destiny, all to share glory with you. But unexpectedly, the star alignments suddenly changed in recent days. Just as I was about to become someone else’s wedding dress… Master, what do you think if I knock the Purple Forbidden Star out of the sky?”

If not for the changing celestial phenomena, she would never have revealed her true identity to Liu Cang Yun in her lifetime. But time waits for no one. The Purple Forbidden Star represented by the Changdi Qing has been gradually reviving from dimness, becoming increasingly dazzling. It is drawing closer to the strange star, shining together.

The imperial star is gradually dimming, nearing its fall. The morning star is faintly showing signs of being replaced by these two stars, drastically changing the star chart.

She is the only person in this realm blessed with great creation, destined to be the future ruler. But in recent days the star chart has been changing, with unclear mysteries.

Watching the two stars merge, Changdi Qing marrying Liu Cang Yun has already become an inevitable trend.

How could she endure any longer? Liu Cang Yun belongs to her, and her alone.

Liu Changning unhurriedly lifted her long hair, lowering her eyelids and sneering: “Are you threatening me?”

Jing Huan’s body tensed, staring at those slender white fingers. Her black hair was wrapped around her fingertips, black and white alternating, indescribably ambiguous and entangled.

With covetous desire overflowing in her eyes, she held back the saliva rapidly secreting in her mouth and panted lightly: “Hmm… This disciple just wants to remind Master not to get close to other men. I will be unhappy. Hmm… We demons of passion are most easily provoked. When angered, we like our hands covered in fresh blood… Master, I’m so afraid! You must stop me from committing more murders!”

Her shoulders trembled as she panted and laughed, her phoenix eyes hazy and intoxicated.

Liu Changning suddenly used force, a strand of long hair in her hand forcefully pulled out.

The person before her eyes teared up from the pain, but the smile on her face became even more exaggerated, her eyes filled with manic bloodlust.

She ground her lips, leaned in closer, curved her lips, bent down, pressed forward, forcing her to retreat against the wall corner.

The pain in Jing Huan’s eyes completely disappeared, replaced by excitement and longing.

She stared unblinkingly along her line of sight falling on her own heaving chest, her breath inexplicably slowing by half a beat.

The white-robed, black-haired woman, as cold as the snowy mountain peak, suddenly reached out and placed her hand on her chest, crushing the two buns there in one grip.

Liu Changning stepped back, narrowing her eyes and wiping off the crumbs with disgust.

She said flatly: “You… aren’t you disgusted?”

Her slender fingers glowed in the candlelight. Liu Changning wiped them forcefully one by one, her fingers turning red, but she paid no mind. Her expression unchanged, she mocked:

“The Zhennan Wang Jun is actually a man dressed as a woman. Guess what will happen?”

Jing Huan was stunned for a moment, the stimulation too much, suddenly coming back to her senses. She lowered her head belatedly to see her chest was now flat.

Jing Huan suddenly laughed, her eyes showing no fear at all as she said presumptuously: “What can be done? Only Master will know about this disciple dressing as a woman. What mortal in this lower realm could see through the illusion?”

She flicked off the crumbs on her body. “In this world without spiritual energy, I can only set up simple demon clan illusion arrays. But even that cannot be broken by mere mortals. Master… though learned and knowledgeable, you have never dabbled in demon clan array formations… so you also cannot. Master, aren’t you moved? Jing Huan’s deep feelings, body and heart, can only be seen by you alone.”

She raised her hand to wipe away the half-tear of laughter from the corner of her eye, meeting her gaze with a meaningful smile: “You know, you’ve known what kind of person I am for five hundred years. I originally planned to act obedient to win your favor, but it seems that won’t work now.”

Her light blue eyes sparkled, seeing the woman before her lower her eyes in silence, she continued on her own: “When the two stars merge, the star chart will be in chaos. If you don’t move this star chart, I won’t move either. But if you want to marry the Purple Forbidden Star Pei Ziyuan, this disciple will be heartbroken. When heartbroken, who knows if I might go berserk and let all the common people accompany you two in death?”

Liu Changning reached out and grabbed her neck, her grip tightening more and more.

But Jing Huan was not afraid. Her full lips opened and closed, speaking intermittently: “It’s useless, Master. I was born by stealing the great creation of heaven and earth, blessed with destiny. My demon clan of passion has spent a lifetime of cultivation to conceal the secrets of heaven and insert our two otherworldly souls into this world. Have you… seen the stars outside? The imperial star is weak, the morning star illuminates the sky. The morning star is me. If I fall, the star chart will be in chaos, the destiny of this small world will be destroyed, and there will surely be endless natural and man-made disasters.”

“Huh?” Liu Changning’s eyes suddenly widened, a pair of almond eyes spitting icy daggers straight at her.

With the force still gripping the neck, her slender arm lifted slightly, throwing the wicked disciple in her hand.

A loud crashing sound echoed in the private room.

The man who fell to the ground clutched his abdomen, coughing violently.

An unrighteous disciple is the fault of the master.

Unfortunately, she had already severed all ties with her on the Sea of Death back then.

If she had known this day would come, she would have nipped it in the bud back then. Never did she imagine that sparing her life would bring calamity to the world.

Liu Changning folded her arms across her chest, bent down to meet her gaze, and said word by word: “The most shameful thing in my life is taking you as a disciple. Fortunately, I pulled back from the brink and severed all ties with you five hundred years ago. If I had known you would not change your evil thoughts and only get worse, I should have silenced you back then… Today you use the common people of the world as leverage, let’s see if you have what it takes!”

After saying this, Liu Changning turned and walked out mercilessly.

But from behind came Jing Huan’s urgent roar:

“Under the thunder tribulation, I used my lifetime of cultivation to smuggle your soul into this small world. Master, why am I not worthy of calling you master?”

Liu Changning suddenly stopped, turned around, and said mockingly: “Is that so? Nine-tenths of the Demon Lord’s words are false, one-tenth true. I don’t believe it!”