Chapter 569 504: Ji Shenyun: "Nangong Jin, You Wouldn't Want Anything to Happen to Pei Yuhang, Would You?

A flicker of light crossed Pei Yuhang's eyes as he shot Ji Shenyun a subtle, guarded look.

Sensing Pei Yuhang's tension, Ji Shenyun's eyes crinkled at the corners. Her long, narrow phoenix eyes slowly narrowed, a playful glint dancing within them.

'Heh, Pei Yuhang... Are you afraid? Afraid of your precious junior sister finding out about your disgraceful true self?'

'What happened to all that rebellious spirit you showed when you defied me?'

Ji Shenyun's red lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile.

She fell silent for a deliberate moment, satisfied to see Pei Yuhang's Adam's apple bob unconsciously.

'Pei Yuhang, are you really that desperate to keep your dear junior sister from finding out that the once noble and aloof Cold Sun Sword Immortal is now nothing but a canary by my bed?'

Pei Yuhang's pupils constricted sharply.

The veins on the back of his hands, clasped behind him, bulged as he listened to Ji Shenyun's teasing voice transmission toying with his emotions.

He couldn't figure out what Ji Shenyun was thinking.

'Could it be... that this woman intends to go back on her word? Is she going to tell Junior Sister Nangong the truth?!'

'If she did, I have no way to stop her. In the end, aside from what happens in bed... Ji Shenyun holds all the cards.'

Just as Pei Yuhang's heart clenched with tension,

"Fine."

Ji Shenyun's vermilion lips parted, her voice as clear as pearls dropping onto a jade plate.

She languidly tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear and looked at Nangong Jin.

"I find your Brother Pei... easy enough on the eyes. I don't plan on breaking him so quickly."

The ambiguous words meant two entirely different things to Nangong Jin and Pei Yuhang.

Nangong Jin blinked in confusion. 'Did this Female Demon just agree not to force Brother Pei to take those dangerous drugs?'

Pei Yuhang, however, knew that Ji Shenyun was putting him in his place right in front of Nangong Jin.

Though the Pei Sword Immortal was well-seasoned from his years on the Fairy's bed, hearing Ji Shenyun's words in front of his adoring Junior Sister Nangong still made the tips of his ears burn a suspicious shade of red.

"However, I have a condition you must accept."

Nangong Jin lifted her gaze slightly, her clear pupils reflecting Ji Shenyun's proud, aloof back.

"What do you want from me?" Her voice was level, neither servile nor haughty, yet laced with wariness.

Ji Shenyun slowly turned. Her eyes, as deep and dark as the Abyss, were downcast as if gazing into a distant past.

"I once believed…"

"...that as long as I was strong enough to suppress all others in the world, the dynasty would never fall, and the Asura Race would prosper for eternity."

She raised a hand, her fingers slowly closing as if to grasp the entire world. But in the end, she only let a wisp of empty air slip through them.

"And in fact, I succeeded."

"I became so strong that none could stand against me. So strong that everyone of that era could only look up at my departing figure. But…"

A self-deprecating smile touched Ji Shenyun's lips. She looked at Nangong Jin, yet it was as if she were looking through her, seeing an era long since drowned in the river of time.

"I was also wrong."

"Because no matter how strong I became, I was still bound by the limits of heaven and earth. Mortal strength… is ultimately finite."

"I could not save the empire from its decline, nor could I prevent… the extinction of my race."

For a moment, the voice of the ever-domineering and brazen Ji Shenyun held a rare note of feminine softness and sorrow.

But after only a moment of silence, she suddenly lifted her gaze. The world-weariness in her eyes receded like the tide, replaced by an ambition that burned like fire!

"And now—"

Ji Shenyun's voice turned sharp, her aura swelling like an abyssal ocean, so oppressive it was nearly suffocating.

"I will rebuild the Asura Dynasty!"

Ji Shenyun took a sudden step forward, her dark robes billowing like a churning night sky as she appeared instantly before Nangong Jin.

"This time, I will not make the same mistake."

"I alone am not enough. I need a foundation, a core team. And your talent—"

As she spoke, Ji Shenyun extended a fingertip to gently trace Nangong Jin's cheek, her touch a mixture of admiration and appraisal.

"—is worthy of… my careful cultivation."

"You want to make Junior Sister Nangong a traitor to the Human Race—"

Pei Yuhang moved instinctively to stop Ji Shenyun's attempt to bewitch Nangong Jin, but with a simple flick of her finger, Ji Shenyun froze him stiff on the spot.

"Brother Pei!"

Nangong Jin cried out in alarm. Her body, suspended in midair, struggled violently, causing the chains to rattle and CLANG.

For the first time, panic flashed in her cold eyes. She stared daggers at Ji Shenyun. "If you want to do something, do it to me! Don't you touch him!"

Ji Shenyun suddenly gave a low laugh as a cluster of eerie, black-gold flames ignited on her fingertip.

The light from the flame, which twisted like a serpent, made her features look demonic. "Interesting… A little girl who cultivates the Forgetfulness Dao, losing her composure so completely over a man?"

Ji Shenyun deliberately moved the flame closer to Pei Yuhang's throat. She licked her red lips and continued, "And what's more, he's your senior sister's man~"

The flame suddenly surged. Nangong Jin's pupils constricted, and without a shred of hesitation, she cried out:

"I'll do it!"

With a soft chuckle from Ji Shenyun, the black flame threatening Pei Yuhang's throat instantly vanished.

She slowly tilted her head, her long, silver-white hair spilling like Moonlight as it brushed against Pei Yuhang's tense cheek.

"Pei Yuhang…"

Ji Shenyun's voice was low and soft, laced with a teasing, cloying sweetness. Her warm breath ghosted over his ear.

"This game of threatening you with another woman, and then threatening that woman with you… I'm finding it more and more amusing~"

She suddenly drew closer, her vermilion lips nearly brushing his earlobe. Her voice was as soft as a lover's intimate whisper, the final note lilting upward with a shiver of delight.