Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 491 - 430: Wanting to Commit Suicide

In a dark and damp dungeon, thick with the stench of blood and mildew, a slender figure was imprisoned within a cell.

The young man’s head was bowed, his messy, ink-black hair hiding most of his face. Special silver-black chains bound his hands. Long gashes had been cut into both of his wrists. A special concoction seemed to have been smeared on the injuries, preventing them from ever healing.

Crimson-gold blood trickled down from his wrists, forming a continuous stream that fell into the earthenware jars placed below.

Once full, someone would come and take the two jars of blood away.

It had been like this for the past six months.

CLANK.

The iron door opened.

A faint sliver of light streamed in, illuminating the visitor’s form and face. Yun Qi’s fingertips twitched, but he otherwise remained motionless. To an unknowing observer, he might have passed for a corpse.

"Qi."

At the familiar voice, Yun Qi snapped open his fox-like eyes, as deep as dark pools. He stared at the beautiful, vibrant female at the door. "...Princess?"

"I finally get to see you! I’ve missed you so much, Qi!" The young woman looked at him, on the verge of tears, her eyes filled with worry.

"Why have you returned, Princess?"

"I couldn’t stop worrying about you, so I came back." She sighed sorrowfully. "Just look at you, look at the pitiful state you’re in. If you just agree to the Pavilion Master’s conditions, you won’t have to suffer like this anymore."

"...Did Ye Wushuang send you to persuade me?"

"Yes. I had to beg the Pavilion Master for a long time before he agreed to grant me this favor. As long as you accept his conditions, I can take you back to my residence. Then, we can be like a celestial couple, living a life of leisure. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?" She tried to appeal to both his reason and his emotions.

Yun Qi’s gaze turned cold as he slowly enunciated each word.

"You are not her."

Princess Ji Wan’s heart skipped a beat. ’Ye Wushuang resurrected me to persuade this Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox to submit. Don’t tell me this brat saw through me so quickly?’

’Impossible. My act is perfect, and I have the same face. How could he possibly tell? He must be testing me!’

Her eyes misted over, making her look utterly pitiful. "What foolish things are you saying? If I’m not me, then who am I? I am Princess Ji Wan."

Princess Ji Wan moved to embrace the young man, but the sound of chains scraping across the floor made her recoil in alarm. She looked up and met his gaze—it was icy with hatred, a stark contrast to his earlier gentleness. She didn’t dare move any closer.

Her lovely eyes flew wide, her lips trembling with rage. "What do you think you’re doing? It is I who am your wife!"

The young man remained unmoved.

"Feel free to try me, Princess. Come any closer, and we’ll see if I snap your neck."

"You!" Princess Ji Wan dropped the act. Her eyes blazed with fury, and she ground her teeth. "What’s the matter? When that impostor who stole my body shows up, you fall all over yourself for her. But when I, the real one, stand before you, all I get is this foul look!"

"Don’t forget who married you! Who is your real wife?"

Yun Qi closed his eyes, unwilling to even look at her again.

Princess Ji Wan was about to explode with rage.

’I’ve been showered with adoration my entire life! Male Beasts worship the ground I walk on. When has any Male Beast ever dared to look at me with such disgust and loathing? He’s trampling all over my pride!’

Suddenly, Princess Ji Wan let out a laugh that was pure spite. From her sleeve, she produced a small, glazed jar containing a Slave Mark. "So, you don’t love me? Fine! Then I’ll let you taste a pain that sears you to the bone!"

With a wave of her hand, the Slave Mark shot toward the young man, burrowing into his body through one of the wounds on his wrist.

"This is a wonderful gift from the Master himself—a Heart Binding Slave Mark! With this mark, you’ll be nothing but my dog! My slave! You can never harm me, and you can never love anyone but me. If you do, you’ll suffer the agony of a burning heart and searing bones until death brings you your final release!" The girl cackled madly, her beautiful face twisted into a terrifying grimace.

’What’s mine can only be mine. If he dares to betray me, I’d rather destroy him!’

The young man’s pupils constricted. Veins bulged across his body as he strained against his bonds, trying to break free of the enslavement. But the chains held him fast. He could only watch in horror as the Slave Mark seeped through his skin, burrowed into his flesh, and bound itself to his very soul.

He collapsed, limp and powerless, to the ground, his eyes filled with utter despair.

’Death would be a release.’

’In that case, I would rather die.’

Seeing Yun Qi’s defeated expression, like that of a beaten dog, Princess Ji Wan let out a triumphant laugh. She picked up the earthenware jars filled with his blood and left the dungeon.

SLAM!

The rusty cell door slammed shut, cutting off the last sliver of light.

Princess Ji Wan exited the dungeon, ready to report back on her success, but a figure blocked the corridor just ahead.

She frowned impatiently. ’Who dares to block my path?’

But as she drew closer and saw the identical face before her, she let out a scream—"Ah!"—and stumbled backward, falling to the ground. The earthenware jar in her hand shattered.

"You... who are you..."

Sang Luo wasted no time on pleasantries. She used her spiritual power to seize control of Princess Ji Wan, whose eyes instantly glazed over, turning her into a lifeless marionette.

Sang Luo glanced at the blood pooling on the floor, then extracted Princess Ji Wan’s memories. Her face turned deathly pale, her expression icy.

The current timeline was six months after her last departure.

Yun Qi had fought a great battle with Ye Wushuang. It had been an even match, and both were grievously wounded. Unfortunately, Yun Qi was just one step behind; in terms of cunning and strategy, he was no match for Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang had set a trap, using Princess Ji Wan’s body to deceive Yun Qi and capture him alive. He then threw him in the dungeon, torturing him to vent his own hatred and making his life a living hell. Every day, Ye Wushuang used Yun Qi’s Spirit Fox Blood to mend his own body.

’I was still a step too late...’

Princess Ji Wan had also placed the Heart Binding Slave Mark on Yun Qi—a mark that could only be removed by death.

’The reason he left all those years ago... was this it?’

It slowly dawned on Sang Luo. Her understanding of what had happened back then was far too superficial. Perhaps only now was she finally getting closer to the truth.

With each journey through time, Sang Luo’s control over her Talent Power grew more adept. This time, she hadn’t been inexplicably thrust into someone else’s body; she had full control of her own.

To be safe, she had stored her own body in the Time Domain and was now controlling Princess Ji Wan’s body with her soul. She turned and headed back into the dungeon.

"Princess, what brings you back so soon?" The guard at the dungeon entrance asked, confused to see her return.

Sang Luo snapped, her voice cold, "That wretched slave dared to offend me. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I won’t be satisfied until I’ve thoroughly taken my anger out on him!"

The princess’s tyrannical and cruel nature was infamous. The guards had heard the argument in the cell earlier, so no one dared to question her. They let her pass.

Sang Luo pushed open the cell door, and the scene before her hit her like a physical blow. Her little fox, the one she had so carefully cherished, was bound and chained like a slave, abused and humiliated. The filthy straw on the floor was caked with blood—fresh and old, red and black—and the air reeked of dampness and rot.

Blood was trickling from the young man’s eyes, nose, and mouth...

’Oh no! He’s trying to kill himself!’

"Qi!"