Bai Yuanduo saw her seductive posture and his anger deepened:

"I’m not like you, with the White Sun Golden Immortal taking your back.

I’m just an ordinary mortal with mediocre skills. You can recklessly play in the Mortal World, harming beings without a care, and even if the Three Sects capture you, they don’t dare truly deal with you.

But I have no backing, my family is weak, and if things get exposed, my fate would be no better than those demons! Do you understand!"

Ting Yan chuckled softly: "Why does Bai Lang bring up the White Sun again? Such jealousy seems overly absurd.

Although I am a lowly born fox demon, I also have self-awareness.

What kind of person is the Golden Immortal? How could someone like me tarnish such a lofty thought at will?

Yet those nobility disciples from the Immortal Sect, responding to your needs, I’m passed around like a concubine to various people, and you don’t seem as angry."

For decades, Bai Yuanduo had been helpless against this fox demon. No matter how coldly he treated her, she always responded with warmth.

Carrying a gentle blade, each strike lethal.

Momentarily, Bai Yuanduo felt immense fatigue: "At this critical moment, Li Bansheng could catch up at any time. I have no desire to quarrel with you."

"Young Master Bai is overly cautious. Li Bansheng won’t catch up, but I will."

A shadow in black silently appeared behind Bai Yuanduo.

His voice was deep, like sandpaper scraping past the ear, a pale cracked face flickering in the dappled light, like a specter floating out of the darkness before dawn.

Bai Yuanduo’s hair stood on end, trembling as he turned to see the black-clad youth holding a blade.

"Is it you?"

He recognized the young man with a scar on his face and slightly unfocused eyes.

Bai Yuanduo remembered him as working at Anle Workshop, and at that time, he was just a servant.

He wore a blue cloth shirt, a rag over his shoulder, spoke little, but was full of the aura of an ordinary petty man.

If not for the scar, he would be lost among the crowd, unable to be found quickly.

But now, the cold and sinister aura was unmistakable to Bai Yuanduo, it was the intent to kill!

He looked at the narrow blade in the youth’s hand, peculiar in design—narrow, thin, sheathless, and hiltless.

The hilt was crudely made of black iron, merely wrapped in some simple cloth strips.

At a glance, Bai Yuanduo hesitated not at all, swiftly bending to try lifting the demon fox Ting Yan, intending to flee immediately.

Yet just as his hand reached out, his vision seemed momentarily scattered by the wind.

A chill at his wrist, followed by his entire arm falling into a terrible paralysis.

Bai Yuanduo’s body froze, his eyes sharply focusing on the knife like a paper slice piercing his wrist.

Before he could blink, the thin blade was drawn out, flicked lightly.

No blood pearls spilled but a spray of blue oil—like mist, like rain—the Tung Oil from within the Shifang City’s puppet.

Bai Yuanduo’s entire arm sagged, like a puppet with severed strings, completely losing sensation.

His heart surged in turmoil.

With his years of battling instinct for danger, he knew how troublesome this youth was.

Yet Bai Yuanduo considered himself no pushover.

He walked an Evil Cultivator’s path, though he had cultivated for less than a century, he had Ting Yan as his trump card.

He cultivated by drawing Spiritual Power from her body, yielding twice the result with half the effort, having already reached the Chengling stage.

While his foundation was unstable due to achieving Chengling through the Dual Cultivation method, the weakness was improved since exchanging for this puppet body.

As long as the one who came wasn’t someone like Su Jing or Yin Baishuang, true geniuses.

Bai Yuanduo was confident that among the younger generation, he might not be unbeatable, but he could surely escape unscathed.

Yet this youth...

He emitted an aura only at the level of Tuo Hai, yet managed to strike him silently with a blade!

If not for intentionally skewing his blade, Bai Yuanduo believed his head would be rolling at the youth’s feet.

A sudden and bewildering fear climbed his heart. He had never heard of such a monstrous figure emerging from the Mortal World.

But since he didn’t kill me immediately, there is naturally room for negotiation.

Bai Yuanduo’s dry throat moved, he swallowed and said, "I have no grievance with you, sir. I suppose someone wants to buy my life.

I don’t know how much the other party is offering, but I am willing to pay three times the price, and beg you to be merciful."

Qingzhi smiled faintly, holding a blade before his eyes.

A round drop of tung oil rolled on the blade, and with a flick of his wrist, it instantly turned into a ghostly blue flame, silently leaping between the blade, igniting the cold pupils.

"By my master’s command, I am to take your head."

Bai Yuanduo’s heart sank into despair.

Yet, Qingzhi suddenly changed his tone, saying: "But fortunately for you, you met me. In ’One Drop of Blood’, I am not one who strictly follows orders. There is still room for negotiation between us."

Bai Yuanduo’s eyes brightened: "What do you command, sir? I’m willing to comply with anything."

Qingzhi raised an eyebrow, wearing a cold and desolate smile, pointing his blade towards the demon fox Ting Yan:

"If you are willing to personally dig out this demon’s Demon Essence, I will spare you today."

Faced with this cruel demand, Ting Yan’s expression showed no great waves, but the glimmer of a smile in her eyes finally disappeared.

Bai Yuanduo was first stunned, the color draining from his face bit by bit.

Even when faced with the despairing reputation of the Taixuan Sect, he never considered abandoning her.

But now, with the blade pointed at his heart, Bai Yuanduo sighed deeply.

He said nothing, his sleeve trembling as a dark red dagger fell into his palm.

His gaze towards the demon fox Ting Yan was as deep and tender as ever, "Don’t be afraid, Ting Niang, it will be over soon, just endure a little longer."

Ting Yan sat on the ground, seemingly crying and laughing: "Yuanduo, I’ve loved you for seventy-five years..."

The tender and heartbroken words softened Bai Yuanduo, but could not change his decision.

As if this love of seventy-five years was in vain.

Bai Yuanduo shook his head, saying: "I do not doubt your love, but I am sure that if I were as I was before, you could never love me.

You only love this face of mine. If you truly accepted all of me, you wouldn’t have proposed to teach me such evil Forbidden Techniques, making me endure year after year of excruciating pain.

Changing bodies, even every body I switched to had to cater to your preferences and tastes.

Ting Niang, to be honest, I’m tired. Your desires are too greedy, and you just rely on my love for you, wanting to taste the world’s good men by using me.

You seem to be sacrificing a lot for me. Perhaps you think that treating you like this today is a heartless act, but have you ever been fair to me?

You are just indulging tirelessly in this game."

He walked forward with the blade, "Perhaps this ending is the best for us, isn’t it?"

Crack, it sounded like the crushing of dead leaves under a boot, or the sharp slicing of a thin blade through bone.

Bai Yuanduo was at a loss, for his hand holding the blade had not exerted any force.

The scene before his eyes spun rapidly until his cheek landed in the cold, muddy ground.

When Bai Yuanduo tried to prop himself up with his arms, he heard another thud.

He saw his own body collapse beside him.

Ting Yan’s Demon Essence had not been dug out, yet his head was already severed from his body.

He was a cultivator, having practiced body-switching evil techniques for many years, so even a decapitation wouldn’t instantly kill him.

"I gave you a chance."

Ting Yan slowly got up from the ground, saying, "Bai Lang, you were always so good-natured, even if I fell countless times, you would always personally help me up.

Today is the same, if you had remained determined to help me up, I would have protected you at all costs."

She held a blade gleaming with a cold light, her gaze full of regret. She casually wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, smiling heartlessly:

"But you seem to have forgotten who has given you everything you have now.

Even this body of yours, I found it for you. Now that you’ve made me unhappy, I’m taking it back. Does this make you feel comfortable?"

Bai Yuanduo silently opened his mouth, not knowing whether to gasp for air or to try and explain something to her.