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Chapter 11: The Corrupted Jingliu
🕑 Added 2025-04-21 07:18:13 +0000 UTCTime seemed to stretch endlessly.
Solon felt his body nearly numb, every sensation blurred.
Whether it was because she had finally had her fill or simply grown weary, Jingliu at last came to a stop.
Gasping for breath, Solon looked up at her, confusion flickering in his eyes.
"Hah… Hah… Master, what's gotten into you today?"
"Oh? Don't you like it?"
Jingliu's demeanor shifted back to her usual aloofness as she undid the bun at the back of her head, her silver-white hair cascading down like silk.
"No, it's just…"
Solon swallowed hard, his mind replaying the wild, untamed version of Jingliu from moments ago.
Tonight, she had been shockingly different—so aggressively passionate it almost frightened him.
Yet, that very contrast was also intoxicating.
"You still seem quite energetic~ Let's continue."
Jingliu's hand slid downward, a sly smile curling on her lips.
"I'm not—I didn't—"
Solon's instinctive denial was abruptly cut short as he froze mid-sentence.
In the dim light, he noticed something horrifying—Jingliu's eyes were glowing with an eerie crimson hue.
A foreboding sense of dread shot down his spine.
Jingliu was his beloved master, and he knew her well. Her eyes were normally a soft, unobtrusive red.
But now, they shone like flawless rubies in the dark, radiant and unsettling.
Suddenly, memories from before his transmigration resurfaced.
Most Xianzhou natives, when succumbing to the Mara, exhibited signs like sprouting branches from their bodies.
But there were exceptions—like Jingliu, whose eyes would turn crimson, her personality twisting into something colder, more bloodthirsty, and unpredictable.
This Jingliu perfectly matched the symptoms.
She had fallen to the Mara.
Jingliu immediately noticed his unease.
Placing a finger to her lips, she smiled, a bewitching allure radiating from her.
"Ara~ My dear disciple, you've noticed, haven't you?"
Then she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered:
"Baiheng is already dead…"
The words, spoken in such an intimate manner, sent a chill through Solon's entire body.
It was as if those words had shattered some invisible shackles binding her. A torrent of murderous intent erupted from Jingliu, crashing over him like a tidal wave.
The killing aura was so sharp, so frigid, that it paralyzed him—he couldn't even twitch a finger.
I've messed up.
Solon cursed himself.
In his memories, Jingliu's Mara should have only triggered after Dan Feng and Yingxing created the Abomination, forcing her to slay it and driving her to madness.
His original plan had been simple—find an excuse to leave the Luofu during that period and return only after Jingliu vanished following her duel with Jing Yuan.
But because of him, because of how he had toyed with her, subjected her to prolonged psychological torment, Baiheng's death had become the catalyst, accelerating her descent into Mara.
He had truly been blinded by lust.
Ah… It's all because master was too irresistible.
Now, Jingliu had not only shed her vulnerabilities—she had fallen.
Unshackled, she could slaughter without restraint.
In other words—Solon was dead.
Straddling him, Jingliu gazed down with a cruel, mocking glint in her eyes, a bloodthirsty madness lurking beneath.
Solon understood her intentions perfectly. Like a cat playing with a mouse, she wasn't going to kill him quickly.
No, she would torment him first, making him pay for all the humiliation he had inflicted upon her.
"Any last words, my 'obedient disciple'?"
Solon smirked.
If he was going to die anyway, why let her have the satisfaction?
This was just a simulation, after all.
"Master, there's something I've wanted to say for a long time. Today, I can finally say it."
Perhaps because she felt entirely in control, Jingliu didn't rush to strike.
"Oh? Do tell."
"Master… has no one ever told you?"
He grinned wildly, his hand boldly sliding up her thigh.
"You're so fucking wet~"
The moment his fingers brushed against her smooth, warm skin—
SLASH!
"DIE!!"
His final words had struck a nerve. In an instant, Jingliu's blade severed his head from his shoulders.
As if that weren't enough, she pressed a palm against his chest, flooding his corpse with frigid lunar energy.
Thorns of ice erupted from within, tearing his body apart until nothing remained.
"Hehehe… Hahaha! AHAHAHA!"
Jingliu threw her head back and laughed maniacally at the sight of Solon's mutilated remains.
But as she laughed, tears began to spill from her eyes.
She laughed and wept like a madwoman—though Solon, already dead, would never see it.
Exiting the simulation, Solon expected to start over—but the system surprised him with a new prompt:
[Simulation completion standards met. Evaluating… Evaluation complete. Rating: C!]
[Minimum completion achieved. Obtained trait: 'Slow and Steady (White)'.]
Reading the details, Solon couldn't help but regret his recklessness.
Had he played it safe at the end, he could've secured a B-rank.
After all, for a villain like him, being counter-killed was downright embarrassing.
Next time, I'll be more careful. No more letting them turn the tables.
He swore to himself.
Then, he reviewed his rewards.
'Slow and Steady' was undoubtedly a promising trait—a limitless, self-replenishing bonus perfect for a grinder like him.
As for the C-rank evaluation, the system explained it could be exchanged for a blue-tier trait or used to upgrade an existing trait to blue.
Like many RPGs, the rankings followed:
E (White)
D (Green)
C (Blue)
B (Purple)
A (Gold)
S (Red)
After some thought, Solon decided to save the C-rank for now.
Better to keep it for future simulations—flexibility was key.
With this script completed, the system unlocked intermediate-level scenarios related to Jingliu.
Bored and undeterred by the system's warnings, Solon immediately selected the higher-difficulty simulation.
After all, in here—death was just a reset.
