Chapter 2: From Now On, I Owe You Nothing

The night was as cool and clear as water.

In the dungeon, Lin Xihe’s hands and feet were bound with chains. Being a demon body, the wounds on her legs had already healed, but her body was still weak. After all, her dantian was empty; the demon core had long since been extracted.

In a daze, she heard Tang Xin’er’s voice: “Open the door.”

The prison guard responded with a “Yes.” Soon after, the door creaked open. Tang Xin’er entered and waved her hand at the guard. “Step back a little.”

Without a word, the guard complied. Now that Lord Yu had taken control of the demon realm, and Tang Xin’er was his most favored woman, no one dared offend her.

Lin Xihe looked at that innocent and harmless face and couldn’t help but smile faintly.

“What are you smiling at?” Tang Xin’er stepped closer.

Lin Xihe replied, “I’m just smiling because you’re pretty.”

Hearing those words, Tang Xin’er felt as if she were being mocked. After all, this demoness—no, this old witch—was far more beautiful than she was, yet she insincerely complimented her looks.

Well, it didn’t matter. She was going to die anyway; why bother quarreling with a corpse?

“I’m asking you, why did Brother Yu say you can’t die for now?” Tang Xin’er stood in front of Lin Xihe, demanding an answer.

Lin Xihe smiled again. “How would I know? Maybe he’s just unwilling to let me go.”

“That’s impossible!”

Tang Xin’er, furious, grabbed Lin Xihe’s collar. “You shameless old witch! You’ve taken Brother Yu for ten years! Ten years! You deserve to die!”

With that, Tang Xin’er drew her sword and plunged it into Lin Xihe’s chest.

Lin Xihe immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Xin’er,” Yu Tingye called softly as he stepped in.

Startled, Tang Xin’er withdrew her sword, throwing it far away. “Brother Yu, she insulted me. I couldn’t help myself… Brother Yu, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just lost control…”

Tears streamed down her face. “I’m truly sorry, Brother Yu.”

Yu Tingye patted her shoulder reassuringly. “It’s alright. She won’t die. You should go back now.”

“All right.”

Tang Xin’er picked up her sword and obediently left the dungeon.

Watching the blood continuously flow from Lin Xihe’s chest, Yu Tingye extended his hand—long, slender fingers hovering above her wound—and infused her with demon power.

The demon power entered her body, and the sword wound healed visibly before their eyes.

Yu Tingye habitually took out the dark black dagger he always carried and stabbed it into her arm.

Lin Xihe’s face paled even further from the pain. Despite her current broken state, Yu Tingye was still wary of her demon body. His relentless torment was driven by fear that her demon power might regenerate.

“Yu Tingye, if I die, will you die with me?” Lin Xihe’s face twisted into a strange smile. Enduring such agony daily, madness seemed inevitable.

“Do you want to die?” Yu Tingye thought he had misheard.

A mighty Demon Lord willing to die? What a joke!

“Rather than lingering in pain, it’s better to die and end it all.”

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