When the divine lightning finally dissipated, the Heart Demon Bone Consort gradually regained her senses and shouted at Ye Yu in fury.
“Bastard! Are you really not afraid that I’ll drag you down with me? I’ll tell you the truth—if I die, my main body won’t survive either. I’ll make sure you gain nothing from it! Do you believe me?”
“I believe you. Of course I do,” Ye Yu answered calmly. “That’s why I’m choosing a method that’s safer for her, but far more dangerous for me.”
As he spoke, he began to draw a strange formation beneath his feet, expression solemn and focused.
Although the Heart Demon Bone Consort didn’t understand what he was doing, she instinctively knew the forming array could not be good for her. Her tone shifted immediately.
“Your strength is extraordinary. One day you’ll surely make a name for yourself in the Divine Realm. Why waste effort on me? That woman is also possessed by a heart demon—release me, and I’ll help you deal with hers. Let me go, how about that?”
Ye Yu shook his head slightly.
“No.”
The Heart Demon Bone Consort struggled again.
“What do you mean, no? Why must you go against me? If you really want it, I can even have my main body pretend to accompany you for a while, will that do?”
As the final stroke of his brush landed, an extremely intricate formation pattern bloomed across the trial chamber.
Ye Yu looked up at the Heart Demon Bone Consort and said evenly,
“Stop wasting your energy. Get ready to come with me. And you—do you plan to keep pretending?”
The second half of that sentence was clearly directed at Shen Fuxin.
As expected, the Heart Demon Shen Fuxin suddenly opened her eyes. There was no white in them—only bottomless black, eerie and chilling.
“I share this sister’s thoughts. If it comes to it, I’d rather we both perish so you get nothing. That’s better than my main body being endlessly dragged along by you! The pain of loving and not being able to have—it’s bitter beyond words!”
Ye Yu said nothing. He reached into a hidden compartment in the trial chamber and pulled out a divine talisman, slapping it down onto the center of the array.
In an instant, a powerful suction surged from the formation.
Ye Yu, the Heart Demon Shen Fuxin, and the Heart Demon Bone Consort all showed signs of their souls being pulled from their bodies.
Two breaths later, all three fell unconscious.
The room grew utterly still.
Inside the formation space, however, it was bright as day. The Heart Demon Shen Fuxin and the Heart Demon Bone Consort looked around warily.
A divine soul slowly appeared—it was Ye Yu.
Indeed, from Xue Hen’s memories, he had learned:
When a heart demon grows to the point of fully seizing the body and cannot be forcibly removed,
the only solution is to use the Heaven-Swapping Grand Array and summon the Divine Talisman, pulling the caster’s soul and the target’s heart demon into the same array space.
There, the caster must battle the heart demon with pure soul force.
If victorious, the heart demon is eradicated and all is well.
If defeated, the caster dies—his soul annihilated—while the heart demon remains.
It was literally a gamble of life and death with one’s soul.
After all, compared to the body, the soul was far more fragile.
Such a perilous method was something Xue Hen would never have attempted.
But Ye Yu had no other choice.
Even if he truly perished here, he would accept it.
For even if they existed only in dreams, his wives were still his wives.
If he watched them being tortured by their own heart demons in the name of the Dao,
his mind would never be at peace, and his path would crumble sooner or later.
So he chose to risk everything.
Fighting two at once was reckless—but not hopeless.
As the heart demons’ faces twisted into grotesque grins before him, Ye Yu condensed a sword of spiritual light in his hand and stood it upright before him, then pointed toward the heavens.
Instantly, thunder roared.
The Heart Demon Bone Consort and Heart Demon Shen Fuxin widened their eyes in terror.
Half an hour later—
Inside the trial chamber atop Thunderfall Mountain, Ye Yu slowly opened his eyes.
Yes—by relying on the True Azure Lotus Lightning-Summoning Sword Art, he had slain both heart demons.
Though his soul suffered some damage, it was worth it.
Both demons were gone.
Soon, Bone Consort and Shen Fuxin also awoke.
The former immediately threw herself into Ye Yu’s arms.
Even though her body had been under the demon’s control, she had been fully conscious, unable to change anything but aware of every moment.
Seeing Ye Yu risk his life for her moved her to tears.
Shen Fuxin, watching the tender scene before her, felt a deep ache in her heart.
During her possession, all the words she had buried deep within had been forced out.
Now, she didn’t know how to face him.
So she decided to leave quietly, not to intrude upon their intimacy.
But Bone Consort sensed her small movement.
She spoke first.
“What’s this? Planning to leave now? Are you really content with that?”
Shen Fuxin froze, caught off guard.
Bone Consort looked seriously at Ye Yu.
“I’ll ask you once more—answer me properly. Do you...?”
“I do,” Ye Yu cut her off, and then turned ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) to Shen Fuxin.
“You—would you still be willing to stay with me?”
Shen Fuxin trembled all over and nodded firmly.
At that moment—
At the gate of Xue Hen’s dojo, an elderly man with immortal bearing appeared.
He entered directly. When he saw the chaotic front courtyard, his face grew dark with dread.
He immediately began divination with his fingers.
When the result came to him, his expression changed drastically. His eyes fell upon a nearby ornamental rock, where faint white powder clung to the surface.
He rushed forward, voice trembling.
“My good disciple...”
Yes—those white ashes were all that remained of Xue Hen.
Ye Yu kept his word. He said he’d grind the bones to dust, and he truly had.
Now the ashes were scattered across the fake mountain.
“Ahhh!!!”
With a cry of heart-rending grief, the entire space around the dojo began to twist.
Three days later.
Ye Yu, Shen Fuxin, and Bone Consort lived together happily in a newly built dwelling.
During that time, Shen Fuxin had asked Ye Yu more than once,
“This affection... it really isn’t out of pity, is it?”
Only after hearing the same firm answer again and again did she finally relax.
Bone Consort, for her part, was magnanimous and got along very well with Shen Fuxin.
Their sisterly bond was solid.
Though Ye Yu cherished this warm peace, he had no intention of idling away forever in a dream.
He was just about to suggest that they resume their travels—
when the moonlight above suddenly grew dazzling bright.
