Chapter 62: Soul Separation Part 2

Zhang Qingshui flicked Wang Ya’s face lightly with her bent finger and said, “If I say I’ve been tempted by you, would you believe me?” Her gaze lingered on Wang Ya’s face, feeling as if it had magic that she couldn’t look away from. This alluring face and the tempting body marked with bruises made her want—want so badly—to possess and ravage her fiercely.

Wang Ya let out a light scoff and retorted, “I can tempt you?” Her eyes darkened as she said deeply, “Zhang Qingshui, what the hell are you up to?” Seeing Zhang Qingshui’s dazed eyes and uneven, suppressed breathing, as if possessed, she sensed something wrong and suddenly suspected Zhang Qingshui was possessed by a ghost or controlled. She focused on Zhang Qingshui’s body but saw no Yin Qi or other auras. With her ancient bronze coin suppressing evil and Zhang Qingshui’s Azure Vines no ordinary item—excellent for binding ghosts and demons—how could she be controlled by evil? In that dazed moment, Zhang Qingshui suddenly leaned down and lightly bit her lip. Wang Ya’s eyes widened round in shock, stunned: What the hell was Zhang Qingshui doing?

Zhang Qingshui lightly bit Wang Ya’s soft, cool lip petals. The scent filling her nostrils was all Wang Ya’s aura—that strange, ethereal fragrance mixed with the girl’s body scent hooked out the dark side buried deep in human nature like magic. Wang Ya’s body was tender and smooth, cool as jade, even her exhaled breath carrying a chill and fragrant scent that seeped into the lungs and heart. Unable to restrain herself, she placed her hand on Wang Ya’s body and roamed, caressing her jade-like tender form.

Feeling Zhang Qingshui’s hands groping her body, Wang Ya finally realized what was happening. She opened her mouth to curse: “Zhang Qingshui, you bastard!” But Zhang Qingshui’s lips blocked hers, successfully silencing her.

Wang Ya was furious and struggled fiercely. The Azure Vines on her body tightened abruptly, constricting her until she could barely breathe, her face flushing red as she let out a pained low moan. Then she saw a strange glint in Zhang Qingshui’s eyes, and her mouth was covered by Zhang Qingshui’s hand.

Wang Ya was both angry and anxious, constricted to the point of breathing difficulty and firmly silenced, forced to gasp through her nose. She desperately circulated her inner Demonic Power to break free from the Azure Vines, but the damn vines were even more stubborn than she imagined.

Wang Ya urged her Demonic Power to the extreme, her whole body glowing with dazzling red light that enveloped the entire room.

Under the red light’s shroud, Wang Ya’s body gleamed with a jade-like luster. The Other Shore Flower Mark on her forehead seemed to come alive, flowing dynamically, and even her eyes glowed red like twin clusters of dancing flames. At this moment, she resembled a piece of warm, cool jade thrown into fire—a demon jade, or a demon flower blooming to its utmost, the surrounding air seemingly ignited by her Demonic Power.

As Wang Ya resisted, the Azure Vines wrapped tighter, almost digging into her flesh, leaving deep blood marks on her snow-white skin.

Zhang Qingshui knew that even if Wang Ya was a demon born from Body Seizure, she shouldn’t treat her this way, but she couldn’t control the surging desires in her heart. Wang Ya’s futile struggles, the room full of red light, and the blood-like Other Shore Flower enveloping her stabbed red into her eyes. She said lowly, “Wang Ya, do you know? Your thousand years of cultivation, your demonic prowess, were built on piles of white bones? Do you know that your past self leeched onto the Feng Family to wreak havoc on the human world for a millennium?”

Wang Ya trembled with rage. She wanted to speak but couldn’t make a sound—let alone speak, even breathing was difficult. Her inner Demonic Power surged without needing her to urge it, waves of immense power bursting from her body. She had no doubt that if she struck now, she could slap Laoshan Taoists into pulp with one palm. Yet the Azure Vines binding her absorbed the powerful Demonic Power she released. Several times, she loosened them, but they quickly tightened again, even more so.

Before long, Wang Ya felt her mind growing heavier and her body gradually losing strength, her resistance weakening. Even as Zhang Qingshui’s palm roamed and teased her body, even parting her panties, she couldn’t stop it.

Gradually, Wang Ya’s vision darkened. In the dimness, something seemed to pierce deeply into her body, stirring up a violent pain. The intense pain restored her consciousness, but she found something pressing between her legs, thrusting rapidly and stinging her nerves. Imprinted in her eyes was Zhang Qingshui’s hazy figure and faint pained moans. She seemed to smell the scent of death, a sheet of white light rising before her. In a daze, she heard Huang Qi call “Qing Jie.” The tearing, piercing pain vanished. Her whole body felt light, an unprecedented comfort washing over her. She seemed to see a door and walked toward it. Passing through, she saw an ancient, dilapidated mansion where a familiar figure stood leaning on a cane—Grandma! Wang Ya surged with the impulse to cry, but found no tears flowed. She hurried toward her grandma, who saw her, face full of surprise, then changed to horror as if discovering something terrible, and sternly shouted: “Yaya! You—go back! This isn’t a place for you! Go back!”

Wang Ya looked at her grandma, feeling full of grievances in her heart and eyes. Her grandma pointed her Cane at her behind and said, “Turn around and go back through that door!”

Wang Ya shook her head vigorously.

Feng Yuqin asked gravely, “Do you know what this place is?”

Wang Ya kept shaking her head.

“This is the Bardo Realm!” Feng Yuqin unhesitatingly pushed Wang Ya toward the door behind her and said loudly, “Follow the light! Yaya, no matter what grievance or humiliation you’ve suffered, remember Grandma’s words: only the living have hope. Yin and Yang realms are separated; ghosts of the Underworld can’t collect debts from the Yang Realm!”