“Reoreoreo!”
Ding Nan’s grotesque mental breakdown was clearly exposed in front of Xi Yuyan.
Xi Yuyan held the Image Recording Stone, reviewing her footage of Ding Nan from the past few days.
Her gaze flickered as she hesitated whether to keep it.
“Sss!”
“Huff!”
“Hmm?”
Xi Yuyan put away the Image Recording Stone.
Sitting at the round table in the room, she heard Ding Nan’s pained voice.
She stood up, walked to the bedside, and looked down at Ding Nan.
His lips were twisted, his forehead drenched in sweat, his brows tightly furrowed—as if trapped in a nightmare, letting out muffled cries.
“What’s wrong with him?”
Xi Yuyan focused her gaze on the jade tablet.
The jade tablet emitted subtle waves, almost indistinguishable from the Spiritual Qi in the air.
If one’s perception wasn’t sharp, they wouldn’t even notice that Ding Nan’s tablet was a magical artifact.
It seemed the tablet was causing Ding Nan pain, but she didn’t dare to act.
Ding Nan’s soul was inside the tablet, and her Spiritual Awareness couldn’t penetrate its interior.
If she acted rashly, given Ding Nan’s current level of Spiritual Awareness, he might instantly turn into a vegetable.
Ji Yang’s sensations were one with Ding Nan’s.
Whatever Ji Yang felt, Ding Nan could also feel.
Right now, something terrible was unfolding.
To most people, it might be a pleasant experience.
But for Ding Nan in this moment, it was like facing trauma directly.
It was like someone who liked older sisters suddenly gaining a considerate older sister, or someone who liked younger sisters suddenly acquiring a tsundere, clingy little sister.
What Ding Nan faced now was a game most people adored.
If he had to describe it in one word, it would be timeless.
This game had stats, had models, and its mechanics were excellent—one of the most fun games in the gaming world.
A hall-of-fame classic that made people return again and again, practically joy etched into human genes.
But Ding Nan didn’t see it that way.
Oppression. Domination. Defilement!
He stared at the voluptuous scene before him, as if facing an Ancient God, his pupils trembling.
It was all coming back.
The feeling of being cherished by Luo Yao flooded his mind, and just the memory filled him with twisted pleasure.
Fear drove him to return to Luo Yao’s side.
“Croak, no, no, I don’t want to watch this kind of stuff. Let me go, I don’t want this, I don’t want to hear such heavy breathing anymore!”
Ding Nan covered his eyes, unable to bear the sight.
But it was useless.
When he shut his eyes, the scene reflected directly in his mind, becoming even clearer.
His line of sight was Ji Yang’s vision.
His sense of touch was Ji Yang’s feeling.
The sensation was so intense he couldn’t tell if he was Ji Yang or Ding Nan anymore.
The scene remained unchanged.
“Logout, where’s the logout button?!” Ding Nan screamed.
He was still oppressed, dominated, and defiled!
Xi Yuyan watched Ding Nan with concern.
He seemed to be wearing a mask of agony, gripping the bedsheets with both hands.
Sweat poured from his forehead in waves, beads the size of beans soaking the pillow.
What fear was he facing?
Xi Yuyan didn’t know.
But judging by the fading aura of the seated figure on the jade tablet, there seemed to be no real danger.
She took a handkerchief from her pocket and gently wiped the sweat from Ding Nan’s face.
Ding Nan groaned in pain, “Sect Master Ji, don’t put that thing on my face!”
Hearing this, Xi Yuyan froze.
That thing?
What thing?
She didn’t understand, but she recognized the name Ji Lanruo.
But when did Ji Lanruo have anything to do with Ding Nan?
According to her reports, Ding Nan had never even met Ji Lanruo, had he?
She was curious—this man she knew so well had once pulled two knives out of his own body without making a sound.
So she thought Ding Nan must have seen some great terror to react like this.
Or maybe Ding Nan had a weakness?
Just like some people were afraid of cockroaches, Ding Nan had something he feared.
That was why he said, “Don’t point that thing at my face.”
Xi Yuyan watched his trembling eyes.
Suddenly, her worry diminished, replaced by a certain pleasure.
There was a sense of delight at seeing a side of him no one knew.
“A bond fusion… that’s not allowed!”
Ding Nan said painfully.
At this, Xi Yuyan’s hand stopped, her expression shifting from concern to something terrifying.
“I’m worried about you, and what are you doing?” Xi Yuyan muttered in a low voice.
She clutched her handkerchief tightly.
Her small hands trembled.
She felt sorrow.
Well, of course. She was the youngest Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator, over two hundred years old.
He, too, had been at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage back then.
How long did it take him?
And how many close female friends did he have in that time?
Given his meddlesome personality, there must have been many women entangled with him.
She didn’t like men with many women, nor women with many men.
But the man she cared about most had other women.
What should she do?
What could she do?
For the first time, her mind felt so chaotic.
Giving up—she couldn’t. Accepting it—it would always remind her of the harem.
The Duanmu family living room, her matchmaking scene.
“When a woman speaks, there’s no room for you to interrupt.”
The dandy young master of the Tong family said coldly.
He even brought along his mistress, who could be his mother.
And her family—both men and women, blood relatives and non-blood relatives—completely ignored his behavior and instead raised a toast to the Sixth Young Master.
“If it weren’t for the family, I would never have spoken to a boring woman like you.”
Now, she didn’t hate that Sixth Young Master.
She was just disgusted by him and pitied him.
“I can teach you, but your family won’t agree.”
“As expected, my parents and siblings hate me.”
But later, she understood: her father and siblings didn’t hate her because from the very beginning, there was no love.
Without love, how could there be hate?
Great families were like that, and the people raised in them were the same—weak due to lack of affection.
But these weak people sat high and mighty, so they nurtured dark and ugly hearts.
That Sixth Young Master revealed his incompetence—the same incompetence as Duanmu Yu. She deeply understood the saying, “The pitiful must have something hateful about them.”
To this day, that Sixth Young Master still lingered at the Foundation Building Stage.
Over two hundred years old, approaching death, squatting in a forgotten corner of the family.
It was said that under too much pressure, he started eating wall plaster, becoming a waste and a fool in the eyes of the family and the world.
And the man who reached out to her, Ding Nan, was right before her.
How could she give up?
But she was the last woman.
“Am I the one who came later?”
Xi Yuyan’s expression gradually grew numb.
She was in pain, so her heart ached.
But thinking of him being with other women made her feel as though something was missing from her chest.
Emptiness invaded her heart, just like back in the backyard where she was unwanted and ignored.
She had endured the pain of never having anything for over a decade, for over a century.
She didn’t want to go through that feeling again.
Her eyes widened, slightly manic: “Since I’m the one who came later, I’ll just take him away, won’t I?”
Xi Yuyan pulled out the Image Recording Stone and took a deep breath.
Then, she carefully copied the contents of the stone multiple times.
“I’m sorry. I’m just that kind of despicable woman.”
Xi Yuyan murmured.
With that, she gently kissed Ding Nan’s forehead, then lowered her head to kiss the Ink Jade Token.
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