"Tch. Overestimating yourselves."
Song Wanníng let out a cold laugh and kicked Gu Qingyuan straight through the air.
Even at his peak, Gu Qingyuan had never been her match, let alone now, when he was barely clinging to life.
"Pffft—"
Already furious, Gu Qingyuan took the blow full-on. His rage surged straight to his chest, and he passed out on the spot.
"Master!"
Ye Chuxue gasped, scrambling over to Gu Qingyuan.
"Master, are you alright? Master?"
She had just turned his face toward her when she saw the smear of black filth near his lips. Her vision went dark, and she doubled over to vomit again.
Even though she loved her master, this sight was too much to bear.
Meanwhile, Song Wanníng curved her lips into a smile. Suddenly, she crouched down and grabbed both their heads, forcing them together in one swift motion.
"Since you disgusting pests love being together so much, I'll do you a favor. May your first child be eighteen strong."
As she spoke, she forcibly pressed their mouths against each other.
"Yue—!"
Ye Chuxue gagged violently. She was on the brink of madness.
Her eyes widened in panic and rage, but she couldn't move at all. She could only feel that foul substance being smeared onto her lips.
"Mmph mmph mmph—!"
She screamed in helpless fury, her voice muffled, until the stench made her feel like she would pass out. Only then did Song Wanníng release her.
"Yue—yue—!"
Ye Chuxue could no longer hold back. She vomited uncontrollably, until even bile came pouring out.
When it was finally over, she lay limp on the ground, completely drained. She didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
Her eyes stayed wide open, fixed on Song Wanníng.
Across two lifetimes, she had never hated anyone this much.
Even chopping Song Wanníng to pieces and feeding her to dogs wouldn't satisfy the rage in her heart.
"What are you staring at?"
Song Wanníng raised an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth curling in mockery. "Still not done kissing? Want me to help again?"
Ye Chuxue's pupils shrank, and her body visibly trembled. Her gaze wavered, and she didn't dare act as arrogantly as before.
Still, she stiffened her neck and forced herself to speak. "If you've got the guts... just kill me already..."
Anything was better than this kind of humiliation.
"Kill you? I'd rather not dirty my hands."
Song Wanníng gave a cold scoff and resumed dragging them both toward the Demon Cavern.
This beautiful memory, no doubt, would haunt Ye Chuxue for the rest of her life.
Weren't they supposed to be madly in love?
Then let them think of this moment every time they got close. Let it double their joy.
Song Wanníng lowered her gaze and sped up her pace.
By now, Ye Chuxue was gradually regaining her senses.
Over and over again, she told herself that all this torment was a trial, a stepping stone for her climb upward.
Wasn't that how protagonists usually rose?
She still firmly believed that since she had transmigrated into this world, she was destined to be different.
No matter how strong Song Wanníng seemed now, she would eventually meet her end. She had to stay calm. Stay focused.
…
They arrived at the Demon Cavern.
Song Wanníng put away the Immortal Binding Rope and tossed the two of them to the ground.
Gu Qingyuan was still unconscious, so she pulled out a Clean Water Talisman and threw it directly at him.
Cold water splashed down from head to toe. Gu Qingyuan jolted awake and struggled to sit up.
As soon as he regained consciousness, the stench in his mouth hit him like a tidal wave. He turned to the side and threw up again, then frantically scooped water from the ground to rinse out his mouth in a panic.
That wretched, pitiful sight was a far cry from the otherworldly Master Gu he had once been in her past life.
Song Wanníng only felt satisfaction. Back then, they had forced her to grovel like a dog. Now, she would make them experience that same feeling, over and over.
After all, death was too quick. True revenge came from mental and physical torment combined.
Ye Chuxue's face was pale as paper. She wanted to check on Gu Qingyuan, but the smell made her gag and vomit again.
For a moment, she genuinely feared she might become the first cultivator in history to vomit herself to death.
Only when neither of them had anything left to throw up did they collapse on the ground, limbs limp and powerless.
Song Wanníng pinched her nose in disgust, which instantly reignited the anger in their hearts.
Even after all the times she had infuriated them, they still couldn't stand her.
Somehow, Song Wanníng always managed to strike a nerve with ease.
"What are you glaring at? Want me to dig your eyes out?"
Song Wanníng raised two fingers and motioned toward their faces. Their pupils immediately shrank, and their expressions twisted with fear.
Because if anyone could actually do something that insane, it was Song Wanníng.
"...Song Wanníng... we're fellow disciples. Are you really going to turn on your own sect?"
Gu Qingyuan couldn't tell what Song Wanníng was planning. His expression darkened as he invoked their ascended master.
"If our master knew we had ended up like this, he would be devastated…"
Before ascending, their master had instructed them to support one another. Yet Song Wanníng kept targeting him. How was that honoring their master's wishes?
"Gu Qingyuan, so you still remember our master?"
Song Wanníng let out a chilly laugh. "I thought you'd crawled out of a rock and grown up that way."
Her eyes flashed with something darker, and she said with subtle emphasis, "Don't worry. I won't kill you right now."
She was going to watch Gu Qingyuan fall, piece by piece. She would watch him be broken down completely, and only strike the final blow when he was at his most fragile.
Only then could he begin to understand the pain she had endured in her past life.
Soon enough, master and disciple would both become stray dogs.
Song Wanníng beamed at Gu Qingyuan.
In that moment, Gu Qingyuan thought he saw the junior sister he once knew.
That same junior sister who had always been proud and aloof toward others, yet kind and understanding toward him. So simple. So gentle.
At least, until he took Ye Chuxue as his disciple.
For a brief instant, Gu Qingyuan was dazed. Maybe, deep down, his junior sister still couldn't let go of him?
After all, a hundred years of affection couldn't just vanish like that.
She was probably just angry. Throwing a tantrum...
But just as the thought crossed his mind, a black boot appeared in front of him.
The next moment, his entire body was kicked into the air and sent flying backward.
His eyes barely had time to widen before the swirling demon aura swallowed him whole.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished.
"Song Wanníng, what are you doing?!"
Ye Chuxue cried out in shock. Behind them was a cliff, thick with demon energy, clearly dangerous.
Song Wanníng had kicked Gu Qingyuan straight into it. She meant to kill him.
"What are you screaming for?"
Song Wanníng frowned in irritation. "Don't be impatient. You're next."
With that, she lightly lifted her foot and sent Ye Chuxue flying.
"Song Wanníng!!!!!!!!!"
A furious scream echoed through the air, then the two of them were gone.
No longer having to deal with those two eyesores, Song Wanníng hummed a cheerful tune.
Now, they could enjoy the Demon Cavern experience properly. Consider it her little gift to Ye Chuxue.