Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, a broken sword lies across the sky.

Su Chang'an sat imposingly on the Soul Power Throne, legs crossed, one hand supporting his chin, the other rhythmically tapping the armrest.

Before her, the inner demon dressed in revealing red was kneeling on the ground, holding a pink orb of light in his hands, his head bowed low, looking like a prisoner awaiting his fate.

"This is what you call a 'crime record'?" Su Chang'an raised an eyebrow, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

The inner demon trembled, its voice trembling with tears: "Sister, dear sister, I really tried my best. I've used every trick in the book these past few years, but that Chen Xuan... he's not even a man! This sphere of light records our most 'intimate' interactions."

Su Chang'an snorted coldly: "Release her. I want to see how you 'provide warmth' to him with my face on your back."

The inner demon dared not be negligent, and with a flick of its fingertip.

The pink orb of light exploded instantly, transforming into a curtain of light that floated in mid-air.

The screen shifts, and the first scene appears.

It was a snowy winter night.

In the scene, Chen Xuan's face was deathly pale, and he exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay. He was curled up on the cold stone bed in the Broken Heart Residence.

His brows were furrowed, as if he were trapped in an extremely painful nightmare, and he was muttering something unconsciously.

At this moment, the inner demon dressed in red appeared.

She climbed onto the bed with irresistible allure, slipping into Chen Xuan's blankets like a beautiful snake, and wrapped her arms around his waist, her voice sweet and seductive: "Are you cold? Let me warm you up..."

Upon seeing this, Su Chang'an's eyebrows shot up instantly, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"You imposter, you actually dared to lay a hand on me while I was away?"

The inner demon shrank back in fear: "Sister! Look down! Don't rush to attack!"

In the scene, just as the inner demon embraced Chen Xuan, Chen Xuan, who was still having a nightmare, suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no trace of the dazedness of someone just waking up in those eyes, only two chilling glints.

Without any hesitation, he raised his foot and delivered a powerful kick to the "beauty" in his arms!

"Bang!"

The inner demon was kicked away and slammed against the wall, where it remained for a long time.

Chen Xuan sat up, slowly patting the corner of his clothes that had been touched by his inner demon, his voice as cold as ice shards: "Your body temperature is off. She's always cool. You're too hot, you're burning me."

After saying that, he lay back down, his back to the inner demon in the corner, and coldly added, "Get lost, don't force me to draw my sword."

Off-screen, Su Chang'an's lips twitched, and his clenched fist slowly loosened.

Her nine-tailed celestial fox form is yin in nature, and her body temperature is indeed low.

But isn't this reason... a bit too far-fetched?

"That's it?" Su Chang'an glanced sideways at the inner demon.

The inner demon wiped away tears, feeling wronged: "Sister, this is still mild. Please look at the next one."

The light curtain shifts, and the scenes change.

This time it was in a simple kitchen.

Chen Xuan was seriously injured and leaned against the stove, his face pale.

The inner demon walked over carrying a steaming bowl of medicinal porridge. The porridge was cooked perfectly, with soft and sticky rice and a fragrant aroma of herbs.

"Have some, I've been brewing this for an hour," the inner demon gently persuaded, scooping up a spoonful, blowing on it to cool it, and then handing it to Chen Xuan's lips.

Chen Xuan stared at the spoonful of porridge, his nose twitching.

next second.

"Snapped!"

He suddenly swung his hand, knocking the medicine bowl to the ground.

The scalding hot porridge splashed all over the inner demon, burning her and making her scream in pain.

Chen Xuan didn't even glance at her, staring at the porridge on the ground, and roared in fury: "What kind of pig feed did you cook? It doesn't taste burnt! It's not undercooked! You even put the salt in the right amount!"

He stared intently at his inner demon, his eyes filled with disappointment and rage: "Her cooking is always either undercooked or burnt to a crisp! You can't even imitate that, you piece of trash! Get out!"

In the scene, the inner demon squats on the ground crying, while Chen Xuan watches coldly from the side, his eyes empty.

On the throne of consciousness, Su Chang'an remained silent.

She touched her nose, momentarily unsure whether to be moved or to drag that unfilial son in and give him a beating.

So, in Chen Xuan's mind, Su Chang'an's persona is just a good-for-nothing who can only cook terrible food?

"That unfilial son..." Su Chang'an gritted her teeth, "My reputation has been ruined."

Seeing that Su Chang'an didn't get angry, the inner demon grew a little bolder and sobbed, "Sister, you have no idea what kind of life I've been living these past few years. When he's in a bad mood, he stabs me with his sword, and when he's in a good mood, he makes me turn into a fox to be his cushion, and he still complains that my fur isn't soft enough... I've had it so hard."

"Alright, shut up." Su Chang'an interrupted her impatiently. "What about the last one?"

The inner demon shrank back and clicked on the last memory.

The color tone of the picture became dark and oppressive.

It was a stormy night.

Chen Xuan was completely drunk, slumped on the floor, his eyes red and tears streaming down his face, repeatedly calling out, "Chang'an...don't leave me..."

That kind of despair was so intense that it could suffocate you even through the light screen.

The inner demon felt her chance had come. She transformed into Su Chang'an, gently embraced Chen Xuan's head, and softly comforted him, "I won't leave, I'll never leave, I'll always be with you..."

These words were like a thunderclap, instantly exploding in Chen Xuan's ears.

Chen Xuan, who was still crying, suddenly stiffened.

He slowly raised his head, and his eyes, which had been hazy with drunkenness, turned crimson and clear at that moment.

"forever?"

Chen Xuan muttered to himself, a cruelly self-deprecating smile curling at the corners of his lips.

"She never promises forever."

All she ever said was, "Just being alive is enough."

"She's a liar... but she never lied to my feelings."

Chen Xuan abruptly pushed away the inner demon and staggered to his feet.

"Clang!"

With the broken sword drawn, he didn't kill his inner demon, but instead swung the sword backhand and plunged it deep into his own thigh!

Fresh blood gushed out.

The intense pain instantly brought him to his senses, and also completely extinguished the last trace of warmth in his eyes.

He pointed at his inner demon, his voice hoarse as if he were crying: "Get out! Don't say such things with her face! You don't deserve it!"

The scene abruptly ended.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, there was utter silence.

Su Chang'an sat on the throne, remaining silent for a long time.

As she watched the light screen fade away, her heart felt as if it had been clenched tightly by something, and a bitter feeling rushed to the tip of her nose.

That silly boy.

So that's how he's been getting by these past few years.

He relied on self-harm to stay conscious and on his memories of her to resist the temptations of his instincts.

He lived like a lone wolf guarding an empty grave, rejecting any warmth, just waiting for his master who might never return.

"call……"

Su Chang'an let out a long breath, tilted his head back, and held back the tears welling up in his eyes.

She lowered her head and looked at the inner demon kneeling on the ground. Her eyes held less murderous intent and more pity.

"You've had it pretty tough," Su Chang'an sighed. "You're lucky you weren't killed by such a perverted master."

The inner demon, as if finding a kindred spirit, clung to Su Chang'an's leg and wailed, "Sister! Dear sister! You finally understand me! I want to die but I'm too afraid to die. He said if I dared to die, he would refine me into a soul lamp to be burned as a sky lantern..."

Su Chang'an kicked his leg in disgust: "Alright, stop wiping your snot on me."

Just as she was about to look away, a detail from the scene suddenly flashed through her mind.

In that last memory, at the very moment Chen Xuan drew his sword and harmed himself, a faint blue halo seemed to appear around the inner demon's body.

That aura... it exuded a sense of righteousness and peace, yet also a very ancient and decadent Taoist charm.

Su Chang'an's eyes instantly turned cold.

"etc."

She grabbed the inner demon's chin and forced her to raise her head.

At his fingertips, the divine soul power of a quasi-emperor level flickered erratically.

"You are not merely a manifestation of Chen Xuan's obsession."

Su Chang'an stared into the inner demon's eyes, his tone icy: "A simple inner demon would have been obliterated long ago under the impact of Chen Xuan's killing intent. Who helped you? Who left a life-saving measure within you?"

The inner demon's eyes instantly turned terrified, and he stammered, unable to speak.

"You're not going to tell, are you?"

Su Chang'an sneered, and the soul fire at his fingertips surged.

"Ah—! I'll talk! I'll talk! Stop burning it!"

The inner demon collapsed and screamed, trembling as it drew a pattern in the air.

It was a blurry figure from behind, with white hair, a tall and straight figure, and wearing a Taoist robe.

Although he couldn't see the face clearly, Su Chang'an would never forget that stench of decay.

As the pattern took shape, a sigh seemed to transcend time and space, echoing softly in the depths of the mind.

"So alike...so very alike..."

"It's good to keep it as a memento..."

Su Chang'an's pupils suddenly contracted.

That voice! That tone!

It was clearly Li Changgeng, the ancestor of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect!

Back in the Sutra Repository, this old man called her "Master," and the nostalgia and possessiveness in his eyes sent chills down Su Chang'an's spine.

It turned out to be the case.

Su Chang'an instantly understood everything, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

Li Changgeng had long seen through Chen Xuan's inner demons and realized that they resembled her.

Instead of helping Chen Xuan slay the demon, he secretly used a secret technique to stabilize the demon's form and even nurtured it in secret!

That old bastard has no good intentions at all!

He treated Chen Xuan as a vessel for raising poisonous insects, and this inner demon with Su Chang'an's face as a substitute for his "master" who had been dead for many years!

Once Chen Xuan's Dao heart completely collapses, he will be devoured by his inner demons.

Then this inner demon will be reborn through Chen Xuan's body and become a puppet in Li Changgeng's hands!

"What a sage of detachment... what a sage of Li Changgeng!"

Su Chang'an laughed in extreme anger, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying.

"You dare scheme against my son? You even dare use my face as a figurine?"

"I'll remember this debt!"

She originally only wanted to deal with the Ji family, but now it seems that the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect also needs to be dealt with properly.

Seeing Su Chang'an's murderous expression, the inner demon shrank into a ball: "Sister... I... I was forced into it..."

Su Chang'an took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, looked at his inner demon, and suddenly revealed a malicious smile.

"Do you want to live?"

The inner demon nodded frantically: "I want to! I dream about it!"

"Obey me if you want to live."

Su Chang'an flicked his finger, and a wisp of crimson phoenix true fire instantly burrowed into the inner demon's brow, planting a restriction.

"From today onwards, you belong to me."

Su Chang'an patted the inner demon's face, smiling like the wolf in sheep's clothing trying to lure Little Red Riding Hood: "If that old bastard Li Changgeng contacts you again, you have to report to me immediately. Understand?"

Feeling the power deep within her soul that could obliterate her at any moment, the inner demon dared not utter a single word of dissent.

"Got it! Got it! I'm your magic touch! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

Su Chang'an stood up with satisfaction, straightened his red clothes, and looked out into the world through his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Alright, I should head out now."

Su Chang'an stretched, and his soul transformed into a stream of light that soared into the sky.

"Those monsters and demons outside, and that old blind man hiding in the gutter..."

"You just wait."

"You bullied my son, this isn't over!"

……

Outside, inside the cave.

Chen Xuan sat cross-legged, his hands still gripping Su Chang'an's wrists tightly, not daring to relax for a moment.

His brows were furrowed, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Just then.

Su Chang'an's body, which was originally somewhat transparent, suddenly emitted a faint red glow.

Her eyes were tightly closed, but her eyelashes trembled slightly.

A familiar aura awakened within her.

Chen Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, staring intently at the person in front of him, his breath catching in his throat.

The next second, Su Chang'an opened his eyes.

Those eyes held a hint of cunning, and an undisguised protectiveness.

She looked at Chen Xuan, who was so nervous he was almost suffocating, and gave him her signature mischievous smile.

"You unfilial son, have you caught enough?"

"If you don't let go, I'll chop your hands up and make soup with them!"