Lin Muci flipped through the comments.
The fans were truly fierce. Did they really want Ling Qianhe to cry so badly?
She had to go to the film set that afternoon anyway.
Ling Qianhe, clad in a white sword immortal robe, was posing for promotional photos for their album. She and the other girls would also be wearing ancient costumes for the shoot. They were taking pictures for the small collectible cards that came with the album.
Yang Weiyang and Ou Ruola leaned in, their eyes betraying an excited curiosity, like they were eavesdropping on gossip.
"Xiao Ci?"
"This storyline is trending again! I heard they're even releasing a special dungeon in the Xianyu Alliance world based on Mu Qing and Ni Huang!"
"This is a massively popular game with hundreds of millions of players worldwide!"
Just thinking about it made her tremble with excitement.
"Xiao Ci, I heard the discussion and attention on foreign websites are incredibly high."
"We definitely made the right choice going with the traditional Chinese aesthetic for this shoot. Everyone thinks it's amazing!"
"This is also a form of promoting our Xianxia culture, isn't it?"
Even their manager, Ye Tongtong, rushed over, panting, and made a request.
"Xiao Ci, the popularity is off the charts. We originally planned to shoot a single storyline..."
"What if my spirit bone is extracted? Demonic cultivators don't cultivate with spirit bones; they absorb the spiritual energy of others to maintain their power."
"Do you think this is repentance?"
"Do you think this will soften my heart? How utterly laughable!"
Mu Qing looked at her, his body seeming to sway precariously.
It wasn't like this... she misunderstood.
He had already severed his demonic roots.
He was no longer a demonic cultivator.
Having his spirit bone extracted was akin to the most painful punishment in this world for him.
But for Mu Qing, the pain was not solely from the extraction of his spirit bone. Although the extraction was agonizing, what made him feel even more pain was...
It was Ni Huang before him, her words like sharp knives.
They were cruelly lashing at his soul.
He felt his soul fragmenting inch by inch.
He endured the pain, his body wracked with an almost maddening ache, yet he moved closer to her. With a wave of her hand, his body was flung away!
His knees struck the hard ground with a crisp sound.
He lifted his head, cradling his spirit bone, and looked at Ni Huang.
Having seemingly awakened her phoenix bloodline, she had become even more beautiful and commanding. She looked at him with disdain.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Don't go... Ni Huang, please, don't go, okay?"
"Baby, I love you..."
"That day by the pond, you asked if I loved you, and my heart moved..."
"I admit I was blinded by obsession, but at that time, I only wanted to see you. As long as I could see you, I was willing to pay any price..."
Ni Huang merely watched him with a mocking gaze.
She strode towards him.
She looked at the once proud and aloof sword immortal, her former master, the peerless genius of the prestigious Jiuxiao Sect.
Now, he was nothing more than a disheveled stray dog, his aloofness completely gone.
His eyes were blood-red.
Now he was begging her shamelessly.
He had abandoned all his dignity!
From a cold and proud great sword immortal, he had instantly transformed into a humble supplicant.
After falling into demonic ways,
He had plummeted from his high status as a sword immortal.
And fallen into the dust.
Now, his eyes were filled with moisture.
On his stunningly beautiful face, there was only profound pain, a heart-wrenching ache.
Ni Huang reached out and casually pointed at his cheek.
She looked at the crimson hue deep within his pupils. She leaned closer, examining his face carefully, and then let out a scoff.
"Oh?"
"Then why didn't you use your own spirit blood to condense the soul-guiding lamp back then?"
"You regret it because you know I am Ni Huang."
"But— when you were so ruthless back then, didn't you ever consider that perhaps I was the one you were looking for?"
"There was so much evidence right before your eyes, yet you didn't believe me."
"Mu Qing, you are destined to pay the price for your own stubbornness."
She turned to leave.
The man tightly embraced her, sobbing uncontrollably, his body trembling.
"Please don't... Ni Huang, please don't leave..."
A cold sword immortal.
It turned out even they could fall to the mortal realm.
His face, originally handsome and refined.
Now, his entire being looked as if he had been brutally ravaged. He resembled a shattered beautiful porcelain doll, evoking a sense of heartbreak.
He desperately moved closer to Ni Huang, then grabbed her shoulders, murmuring in a low voice.
"Please, baby..."
"I'll give you anything..."
Ni Huang looked at the spirit bone in his palm.
She took it and then crushed it inch by inch with force.
In an instant, an overwhelming wave of pain washed over him, and Mu Qing almost fainted.
Yet, he endured the agony.
She didn't know he had already abandoned his demonic path.
She thought he was a demon, and demons felt no pain.
He didn't want Ni Huang to feel guilty.
So he suppressed the excruciating pain and desperately pressed closer to her.
"Please, baby, don't go. I'm not in pain..."
"Please, don't go, okay?"
"You can do whatever you want to me, even turn me back into a mortal and let me experience the pain of aging and death, as long as you don't leave..."
Ni Huang's imperious and beautiful face studied him closely.
She looked at the exquisitely beautiful, yet decadently enchanting man before her, like a Mandarava flower.
After falling into the demonic path,
He was exceptionally alluring.
The moisture shimmering in his eyes,
Made one want to strike him fiercely.
She let out a light laugh.
"Anything?"
Slowly, the Immortal Binding Rope, black as night, appeared in her palm.
She looked at him.
"You said it yourself."
"You're not afraid of pain?"
"You're not afraid of anything?"
"Then I certainly won't let you off."
He was bound by her.
This scene had spiraled out of control.
It was nothing like what was written in the script.
But it was incredibly captivating. Whether it was Ling Qianhe's eyes gleaming with intensity, or Lin Muci's fierce, queenly demeanor, it was a complete subversion of their usual images!
The Crown Princess was the dominant one, and the male lead was the submissive one!
It was so thrilling!
They should just let this unrestrained fire rage!
The director grew more excited as he filmed.
He thought to himself,
Let it be more intense!
This kind of passionate storyline is exactly what we need!
However, for Lin Muci and Ling Qianhe, this was about as far as they could go.
Ling Qianhe instantly dropped the tearful facade, his expression turning cold and icy. He stood up and pinned Lin Muci down.
Conversely, Lin Muci, who had been so arrogant moments before, suddenly became a bit timid.
"Hey? You can't hold grudges later, you were the one who told me to abuse you, remember?"
Ling Qianhe's exceptionally beautiful eyes,
Stared intently into Lin Muci's.
Then he leaned close to her ear and whispered in a breathy voice.
"Yes. You told me to abuse you."
"But—"
His voice seemed to carry a hint of a smile.
"But, Xiao Ci, I let you have your pleasure during the day."
"At night, shouldn't you satisfy me in return?"