Seven days had passed since then. Ye Qingxuan remained inside the Violet Heaven Palace cultivating, never stepping foot outside even once. It seemed she had completely forgotten about the promise she made earlier regarding fulfilling his final wish. Who knew how long her current cultivation session might last?

“Damn it! Is that female demon lord Ye Qingxuan playing This Senior for a fool?”

She had promised to fulfill his final wish by granting him a young female companion, yet here she was, hiding inside the palace cultivating and refusing to come out. Based on past experiences, each time she entered seclusion, her cultivation lasted a minimum of two or three years. Likely longer. Sometimes, much longer.

Han Lie was running out of time fast; he could not afford to wait anymore.

Originally, he intended to go inside and confront her directly. However, remembering her brutal methods from the past, he instinctively shrank his neck back in fear, hesitating momentarily.

But finally, he cursed angrily aloud, “Screw it!”

After a moment of furious outburst, he continued muttering angrily, “Anyway, This Senior doesn’t have much time left to live anymore. Why fear the damn thing?”

Having lived an entire lifetime treated like an ox or a horse—a punching bag enduring endless humiliation—a century’s worth of pent-up negative emotions finally erupted like a volcano. The moment his life approached its absolute brink, he explosively released all the suppressed anger and frustration built up over decades.

He had silently endured, silently suffered, and silently accepted his fate passively until now. But today, a breaking point had been reached. If she hadn’t promised to fulfill his final wish earlier, he might have let it slide. But since she promised, she shouldn’t mess around playing tricks, should she?!

Even Buddha possesses wrath sometimes, let alone someone who had endured a lifetime of humiliation, allowing anger and frustration to build slowly, steadily, and surely. It was bound to boil over inevitably, sooner or later.

Han Lie clearly understood that going inside would likely mean meeting his death earlier than expected. But so what?

For ordinary people, death was the greatest threat possible. But for someone nearing the end of his lifespan, who had already endured a lifetime of humiliation and suffering, death was merely a release—a liberation. Comparatively speaking, the fear of living over a hundred years yet never being able to stand up, fight back, or assert oneself to reclaim the dignity and self-respect lost long ago was a far more terrifying prospect than mere death itself.

Ultimately, he decided to step forward. He re-entered the Violet Heaven Palace determinedly just as the sun disappeared below the horizon completely. Darkness began to descend upon the land, gradually enveloping everything slowly, surely, and quietly.

“Mmm… ah…”

Just as he stepped inside the main hall of the Violet Heaven Palace entrance, he heard faint yet incredibly seductive, enchanting moaning sounds coming from the direction of the bathhouse area.

They were clearly audible, reaching his ears. It was an unmistakably recognizable voice belonging to none other than the female demon lord herself, though the tone and quality sounded unusually suggestive and provocative.

Immediate confusion and suspicion arose, but he quickly realized a possible explanation. Having accompanied her for seventy years, he knew well enough about certain facts regarding the cultivation practices employed here. Specifically, she practiced a particular technique known as the ‘Yin Yang Demonic Art’.

Once, while cleaning, he had accidentally discovered information reading books in the study room. He learned details regarding the nature of the technique; essentially, it required dual cultivation to balance yin and yang energies to achieve maximum effectiveness. Otherwise, it was incomplete—like a crescent moon in the first lunar month lacking fullness and completeness. Naturally, this resulted in an incomplete technique overall.

Strangely, though, he had never witnessed her bringing a cultivation partner back to the palace, nor had he heard rumors within the sect regarding her having a partner. Hence the puzzling sounds he heard currently causing confusion and speculation to arise. Perhaps she had recently acquired a partner? Or maybe she was engaging in self-pleasure?

“Fine, fine, fine. Ignoring This Senior’s plight completely while hiding in here enjoying yourself secretly, huh?”

Already seething with anger earlier, a sudden, bold, audacious, and transgressive idea formed in his mind.

Immediately recalling past experiences, he understood her personality quite well. After a century of serving her, he knew she was essentially an arrogant, aloof person who viewed men as akin to maggots in a sewer—disgusting, filthy creatures. Hence, she never sought partners throughout the years, which was the main reason for her avoiding contact entirely.

Previously, during cleaning duties, if she once caught him glancing twice, she immediately warned him, threatening to remove his eyeballs permanently. Thereafter, whenever she was present, he always kept his head lowered, carefully avoiding eye contact, fearing her sudden madness would result in the actual removal of his eyeballs. It was definitely not worth the risk.

Normally, he wouldn’t dare entertain such transgressive thoughts. But currently, the situation was different entirely. He was alone and half-buried already; why fear anything anymore? Before dying, if he could glimpse that flawless artistic body considered a priceless masterpiece, it would be worth risking everything indeed.

Now was the time to act crazy. Otherwise, wait until he was buried underground to act crazy?

Immediately, he stealthily crept towards the bathhouse entrance, quietly and carefully avoiding detection. Standing outside the door, he clearly heard the enchanting, soul-stirring moans intensifying. Sensations stirred deep within his soul, causing his heartbeat to accelerate rapidly, pounding loudly in his ears.

Nervous anticipation built up intensely. Swallowing hard, a determined glint flashed deep within his sunken, aged eyes. He decided to act immediately.

He extended a withered finger, poking a small peephole the size of a fingertip through the paper wall. He peered inside cautiously, observing the scene unfolding within.

The steamy, misty atmosphere was filled with fragrant petals floating on the water’s surface, revealing a figure leaning against the edge. Her eyes were closed, her expression ecstatic and blissful. Visible above the water line were delicate collarbones and flawless snow-white skin. Tantalizing curves were hidden beneath the water surface, creating a powerful visual impact. Combined with those seductive lips emitting captivating moans, it caused his blood to boil intensely.

Merely glimpsing such a scene through a peephole overwhelmed his senses beyond words. He inwardly exclaimed in admiration, awe, frustration, and desire simultaneously.

Holy hell, a succubus! Damn, if I could experience an unforgettable encounter like this, a lifetime would be worth dying for happily indeed!

He swallowed his saliva again, feeling his throat parched with excitement. He watched intently, captivated and mesmerized, unable to look away as blood rushed to his head passionately.

Perhaps due to his excessive focus and low cultivation level, she didn’t notice his presence outside. She was completely absorbed in her own world.

However, after a prolonged period, she seemingly remained unsatisfied. Her self-pleasure turned desperate as she began thrashing around in the water restlessly. Even the spiritual energy emanating from her body was becoming chaotic and unstable.

Suddenly, she cried out in pain and frustration. Regretfully gritting her teeth, she muttered angrily:

“This Senior… shouldn’t have practiced the Yin Yang Demonic Art…”