CHAPTER 244: CHAPTER 213: YOU JUST WATCH

An unforeseen twist unfolded before Zhu E.

Like treasures emanating diverse lights, within the radiant glow, lotus flowers bloomed; within the lotus flowers emerged trees of seven precious jewels, their leaves cradling celestial maidens who played heavenly music, scattered celestial blossoms, and exuded divine fragrances. Beams of light in seven vivid hues shimmered, serene and ethereal. Among them, golden light cascaded, akin to clouds of sunset, raining golden lotus blossoms everywhere.

She hadn’t even come to realize it yet, but this was none other than the fabled Plane of Ultimate Bliss.

Then Chen Yi turned his head and looked at her.

Zhu E was initially bewildered, but as that searing gaze engulfed her, her entire body felt as if it were ablaze, boiling over.

A feverish heat surged through her, winding like a dragon or serpent, flooding every inch of her being. As his gaze pressed closer, she found her breath quickening uncontrollably.

In that brief instant when their eyes locked, her pupils shrank slightly.

The Plane of Ultimate Bliss, the realm of desire, where men and women gaze and unite as one...

Zhu E had never experienced anything like this before. His gaze collided with hers like a physical force, making her entire body shudder.

This Demon Sect Saintess, at the outset, didn’t even realize that this sensation was akin to the bridal chamber scene described in romance novels.

She trembled lightly, trying in vain to avoid the man’s gaze.

Yet, one glance stretched into hundreds, even thousands, over and over.

As their gazes intertwined and connected, Zhu E couldn’t suppress a sorrowful wail, as if a protective barrier around her heart had been pierced through.

At this very moment, a hazy, white flash flitted through her mind, and only then did belated understanding dawn upon her—she finally realized what Chen Yi had done to her.

She was, after all, the Princess of Annan, properly wedded, the legally recognized wife!

Zhu E struggled, desperately trying to wrest her gaze away.

She couldn’t betray Qin Qingluo like this...

Yet Chen Yi’s gaze completely ensnared her.

Her body trembled violently, her eyes filled with terror and panic, outwardly revealing her helplessness. That man, however, showed no intention of releasing her, sending her spiraling deeper into despair.

Zhu E gradually lost herself; her eyes seemed on the verge of rolling back.

Her mouth hung open, but no words came out.

When this shared gaze ended, the woman in red was already teetering, her figure collapsing onto the sea of clouds.

Qin Qingluo’s eyes turned bright red, her clenched fists trembling with rage, the beauty of her imposing face twisted into something grotesque.

The fury brewing in her chest had reached its peak, an anger that could find no outlet,

"Stop it, stop it right now!"

But the man responded merely with a smile, not sparing her so much as a glance.

He stepped closer, intending to lock gazes once more with the Princess of Annan.

Qin Qingluo roared hoarsely, launching herself forward in a frenzy, intent on tearing him apart.

But she only grasped at thin air, their figures nearly passing through each other.

Qin Qingluo’s eyes widened, realization slowly dawning upon her.

Here, in the Plane of Ultimate Bliss, their forms were insubstantial, making it impossible to truly clash or inflict harm upon one another.

Thus, the only thing left was... indulgence.

She had realized this already. She should have understood it much sooner. Panicking, she turned her gaze towards Zhu E, even though there was no romantic attachment between them, she couldn’t allow him to succeed...

But she was still a step too late, helplessly watching as Chen Yi and the princess locked eyes once more.

And then, the tall woman noticed something—a deliberate cruelty.

Chen Yi paused deliberately for an instant, just enough for her to react, just enough for her to feel more deeply,

that unbearable sensation of having someone you cared for falling into another’s grasp.

That emotion was called... despair.

For wasn’t it her own fault for coveting someone he cared about?

Realizing her delay, Qin Qingluo rasped out, "I won’t rest until you’re dead!"

The face of the Prince of Annan seemed to glisten with a single tear streak.

Zhu E fell back under Chen Yi’s gaze once more.

Even Chen Yi didn’t know whether she could endure another of his stares,

"But... it simply must happen."

The woman in red was thrown into utter turmoil, seeming as though she was being completely consumed, powerless to resist, barely able to feign acknowledgment in return.

The rationality within her heart screamed out, fueled by Qin Qingluo’s desperate cries:

No, no, no...

She was a Saintess, yet also a married woman. How could she, how dare she fall into this man’s grasp?

But her rationality was ruthlessly shattered under Chen Yi’s unrelenting gaze.

For just one glance felt stretched over hundreds, thousands of times.

Zhu E once again became lost, her thoughts a chaotic mess.

The Purity Saintess had said he was... the unborn Bright Venerable,

so offering herself to him... wouldn’t be so wrong, would it?

Were Saintesses not obligated to serve the Bright Venerable?

And besides, it was truly... blissful...

Chen Yi watched as Zhu E’s spirit gradually unraveled, shifting further, her essence being savored by him within this shared gaze.

"Tch, not as good as Yin Weiyin..."

Chen Yi thought to himself.

That female crown, even when gazing with a third eye, had never lost herself, and her resonance with him was absolute.

With the second gaze, Zhu E’s entire being lightened, as though she was floating upon the sea of clouds. Slowly, she closed her eyes.

The towering woman observing all of this was already on the verge of mental collapse. Only a stubborn breath of willpower kept her from falling apart entirely.

Chen Yi paid her no attention, as though he held her in utter disdain.

He remained fixated on Zhu E, patiently awaiting the moment when the woman in red opened her eyes again.

"Don’t... don’t look at her anymore..."

A trembling, pleading voice came from behind.

The haughty Qin Qingluo was actually begging...

The spear in her heart seemed to have cracked, barely holding on, as though it could shatter at any moment.

"If I don’t look at her, then who should I look at? Or do you think I would want you instead?"

Qin Qingluo’s wide eyes reflected an unconscious expectation, a willingness to bear the punishment in place of the woman in red.

But what came next was a bone-chilling sentence.

Without even turning his head, Chen Yi replied,

"No, I only want your wife. As for you... just stand there and watch."

Qin Qingluo’s body quaked with devastation, her tall frame nearly collapsing.

The golden light of the Plane of Ultimate Bliss stretched around them, celestial maidens’ tender laughter lingering within the palaces and pavilions.

And Zhu E, already lost, seemed entirely entranced.

Chen Yi had no care for Qin Qingluo—for even within this heavenly realm of desires, she was still protected by her Radiant Glaze Barrier.

But her princess was a different matter.

And so, he would mark her princess as his own.

To utterly destroy,

the spear within her heart.

......

The incense stick burned down, and those brief moments felt like an eternal lifetime.

As the Plane of Ultimate Bliss faded, Qin Qingluo gripped the shattered segments of the Purple Electric Gun tightly in her hands, standing there like a rooted tree.

Her plain cloth shoes had yet to be scuffed.

But as for the embroidered slippers worn by the woman in red, she was nearly faint, slumped into Chen Yi’s arms.

In her hazy consciousness, Zhu E lifted her face, and her usual devout loyalty to the Demon Sect brought forth a trembling realization:

"No... you... mustn’t kill him..."

Like ice cracking apart, a fissure formed, and Qin Qingluo’s knees buckled with a thud, collapsing to the ground.

Her dignity shattered, breaking into scattered fragments on the earth.

There is no greater sorrow than a heart utterly quenched.

Under the slashing sword of heartbreak,

In the moment her heart died, Qin Qingluo seemed bereft of all hope and purpose.

The towering woman was ashen-faced: "How dare you?"

"What king of all weapons? You’re nothing but a coward who preys on the weak."

The man smiled and gently placed the Princess of Annan onto the ground before her.

Returning to the mortal plane, where gazes were no longer stretched into countless reflections as in the Plane of Ultimate Bliss, the man still seemed unsatisfied.

And then, the red garment slipped away.

Qin Qingluo’s eyes widened, her fists trembling with the urge to clench, but the blood covenant between them meant that...

Zhu E could no longer even muster a cry of despair...

As the incense before the Bodhisattva statue was extinguished by the spring breeze, the sound of crashing waves seemed to echo faintly in her ears.

The towering woman’s clenched fists were also forced to loosen under the overwhelming tide.

The spear within her heart,

was shattered into pieces on the ground.