Chapter Seventy-Seven: Blood Devouring

Half a month later.

Due to Quan You visiting me daily and transferring his spiritual energy to me, my injuries had healed. Over these days, I saw Quan You almost every day, and now I didn't even see the disciples who brought me food. Since that incident, he handled everything personally, which made me feel very uneasy and anxious.

I wondered how Mo Zhuo was doing...

I glanced at the table and saw that the Moon Spirit Jade Pendant, which had previously been cracked, was now perfectly intact. I picked up the pendant and examined it closely. It was flawless, with no trace of the previous damage.

This is...

"I repaired it. Do you like it?" A clear voice interrupted my thoughts.

Quan You, dressed in a black robe embroidered with gold patterns, approached with an aura of mystery and danger, like a ghostly orchid blooming in the shadows. He seemed to be in a good mood today, a charming smile playing at his lips as he gently took my hand.

Instinctively, I pulled my hand away.

"What's this? After all this time, you still resist me?" He laughed softly, unconcerned, and sat beside me.

"What exactly do you want?"

"I told you, I want to turn you into a god." Quan You's eyes darkened, and his voice grew husky.

I laughed. "Hah, you keep me imprisoned like this, and even if I do become a god someday, aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"Heh... I look forward to that day." He reached up and brushed my hair by my ear, but I dodged. He then grabbed my chin with his fingers, forcing me to look at him.

I stared woodenly at his face, suppressing my hatred, and asked, "Why me?"

He didn't answer, only glanced at the jade pendant.

Although the restored pendant had brought back some memories, I still didn't understand who I had a connection with because of it. It always seemed to bring unexpected disasters.

"It's the pendant? Again because of this... What does this pendant have to do with me? I don't know you, and I don't want to know someone like you!" I couldn't hold back anymore and exploded with the words I'd been holding in my heart.

"Is that so..." He looked a bit disappointed, then let go of my chin and laughed, a laugh that didn't reach his eyes. "Little Qingyue, you must learn to suppress your emotions. Exposing your inner secrets is very dangerous."

His smile grew colder. He then grabbed my arm and dragged me in front of a mirror, clapping his hands to summon a woman.

"Quan You, what are you planning now?!" I struggled against his grip, and in desperation, I bit down hard on his arm.

My action startled the woman, and she stepped back a few paces, but Quan You's gaze froze her in place.

I bit down harder on Quan You's arm, tears of frustration welling up in my eyes. I knew I couldn't kill him like this; I was just venting my hatred, hatred for this prison without sunlight...

The salty taste of blood filled my mouth, and my jaw began to ache. Slowly, I released my bite.

Quan You wiped my tears with his sleeve and then wiped the blood from my lips with his fingers, putting them into his own mouth.

"Little Qingyue, does my blood taste that good to you?" He licked his lips, then pinned my struggling arms and whispered in my ear, "Now, it's my turn to taste yours."

Panic surged within me, the same fear from before washing over me again. I struggled desperately.

"Little Qingyue, if you want to see Mo Zhuo, you need to be obedient."

I froze.

I couldn't let my willfulness endanger others again...

I dug my nails into my palms, turned my head away, and closed my eyes, exposing my neck to him. After a long while, a soft, cold touch fell on my neck. Suddenly, Quan You released me and laughed.

The place on his arm where I had bitten him was soaked in blood, the crimson droplets falling onto the carpet, stark and vivid.

Quan You gave a signal to the woman who had witnessed everything, then walked out of the room.

"Um... Miss... Are you calm now?" The woman asked softly, her eyes full of fear.

Indeed, to an outsider, we must seem like lunatics after everything that had just happened.

"Can we start your grooming now?" She asked again cautiously when I didn't respond.

"Grooming? Why?"

The woman replied cheerfully, "Yes, the young master just told me to dress you up nicely. He said you'll be meeting someone. Oh, by the way, I'm Dong Xixiang. May I know your name?"

"Qingyue," I answered briefly.

"Qingyue? That's a beautiful name. Do you have any preference for your makeup?"

"Make it more glamorous," I said, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Dong Xixiang nodded, "Okay." She then took out a bundle she had brought with her and began her work.

Her skillful techniques were mesmerizing, and I unknowingly fell asleep as I watched her.

I don't know how long I slept, but she gently woke me, and my makeup was already done.

"Don't look yet. Change into this outfit first, then you can see the full effect," she said, handing me a dress from who knows where.

Though puzzled, I changed into the dress.

The dress was dark purple with silver chains and light red embroidery of peonies on the chest, exuding a seductive elegance. The sleeves were wrapped in translucent chiffon with crystal fragments, and the purple fabric intertwined with light peach pink, gradually darkening towards the bottom—a design of extraordinary finesse.

Wearing this outfit, I was momentarily stunned by my own reflection.

Dong Xixiang admired, "I thought Qingyue would suit a simpler style, but this look is... unparalleled in its splendor. Even more beautiful than the bride from the Qiongyun Sect I dressed up before."

"Bride?"

"Yes, the junior sister of Qiongyun Sect's leader, Que Han. Didn't you know? They're getting married next month, and they had me prepare everything. But then this young master brought me here unexpectedly."

...

It felt like something shattered inside me.

The sound of breaking ripped through my eardrums, pierced my heart, and churned out blood. For a moment, I couldn't feel my heartbeat, and everything before me turned black as if I had fallen into an abyss.

Noticing my change in expression, Dong Xixiang quickly fell silent.

After placing a hairpin in my hair, I spoke hoarsely, "Is it done?"

Dong Xixiang whispered, "Yes, it's done. I will take my leave now."

Ignoring her, I got up, walked to the door, and pushed it open. Quan You stood there, as if waiting for me.

I stopped and stared at him without a word.

Quan You looked at me, smiled, and said, "Go ahead. Mo Zhuo is in the same place where you were imprisoned before."

As I left, I let out a long sigh.