Chapter 15 Are you... done yet?

Jiang Zhishui took out a Qiankun bag from her sleeve, shook it, and said, "What are you pretending for? I already have that medicine bottle..."

With a few clattering sounds, several medicine bottles fell out of the bag.

She looked down and saw a small hole in the bottom of the bag.

Jiang Zhishui craned her neck to look under the bed and saw several medicine bottles lying on the floor. She exclaimed in panic, "When did they break? Which of these medicine bottles are mine, and which are the originals...?"

The moment she realized the person inside was the real Jing Qianheng, her first reaction was to switch the medicine bottles on the tray in her hand. These were all poisons; if she had to put on an act in front of a demon, she would at least force him to drink a few bottles.

When she was switching them, she thought she had made a mess of things in her haste and picked them up without realizing that they had fallen out of her Qiankun bag.

It's like she put it back on the tray, mixing her fake medicine bottles with the real ones.

Jiang Zhishui frantically rummaged through her Qiankun bag. There was a pile of medicine on the bed. She reassured her, "Wait a minute, let me look. I remember I brought some things with me."

She had indeed prepared a lot of things for this trip to Qiyun City; her Qiankun bag was crammed full.

"Let me go!" Jing Qianheng struggled against the chains, his face contorted in pain. "Jiang Zhishui, you..."

To what extent should we go further...?

Jing Qianheng felt as if countless ants were crawling all over his body. His wrists were wrapped in iron hoops, causing them to bleed. His body was extremely hot, and he felt an unsettling discomfort all over his body.

As soon as he entered the illusion, he could clearly tell that the people here were not normal.

He had been searching for Jiang Zhishui's whereabouts and encountered several people along the way.

Demons were chasing fleeing disciples of the immortal sects in the street. Jing Qianheng, hiding in the shadows, saw Zhong Ziqing dragging a fellow disciple as they ran wildly down the street, pursued by a group of demons.

The Taihua Sect disciple that Zhong Ziqing rescued seemed to be quite disobedient and struggled fiercely. Zhong Ziqing had no choice but to use his magic to break the illusion that the disciple was under. However, as soon as he finished the spell, the disciple's eyes went blank and he acted like a child, crying and shouting for his parents.

The demons caught up with him and captured Zhong Ziqing, the former undercover agent of Taihua Sect, Chang Feng. They mocked him for being foolish and told him that illusions cannot be broken by magic. Some people are awake, while others are trapped. Forcibly awakening someone will only harm themselves and others.

Given the current unclear situation, Jing Qianheng could only wait and see.

When the demons discovered his location, he intended to resist, but upon hearing the name of the Purple Sun Immortal Mansion, he surrendered.

Those demons said that their master was the female demon who was expelled from the sect for practicing secret techniques at the Purple Sun Immortal Abode.

He needs to go and see who it is.

Upon seeing the female demon, just as he had expected, it was Jiang Zhishui.

She was not in her right mind; this self-proclaimed overlord of a region, a demon, actually wanted to capture young men to use as cultivation vessels.

Jing Qianheng was furious at the filthy language spoken by the demons.

Along with him, more than a dozen young and handsome men were also arrested and imprisoned in various palaces.

The monster told him to wait.

But the thought that she would go to find those people who had been captured made him anxious.

Just as he was thinking about breaking the chains to get out, he vaguely heard a discussion among several maids.

"This person is also from the Purple Sun Immortal Mansion, and the master dislikes him very much."

"Does the Lord wish to favor him first?"

"Yes, is everything ready?"

"Alright, look. Of all the people we've captured, this one is the best-looking. I'm even tempted by his appearance. Our lord is really willing to use these on him."

One of the maids chuckled a few times: "Don't be fooled by how decent humans look. Once they fall into demonic ways, they are even more terrifying than us. We usually can't even imagine what they're thinking."

"Exactly, these ropes are all different kinds, what are they for?" Some of the little demons usually only know how to eat rotten flesh to survive, and they don't understand those extravagant ways at all. She held a bundle of rope, looked it up and down, and looked puzzled.

"Just leave it there, we'll find out by sneaking a peek later."

With that, the maids left.

Jing Qianheng never imagined that Jiang Zhishui would become like this after going mad—despicable, shameless, and licentious.

Waves of heat surged through his body, each one more intense than the last. He gritted his teeth and endured it, while the person beside him remained nonchalant, casually counting the medicine bottles on the bed.

Jing Qianheng was furious, "Jiang Zhishui!"

Jiang Zhishui was startled by him, her body trembled, and she patted her chest: "Why are you shouting so loudly?"

Jing Qianheng was panting heavily, realizing that yelling at her was useless and would only make her angrier. He tried his best to suppress his anger and said softly, "Let me go first, I'll figure something out myself."

Jiang Zhishui, still searching for medicine with her head down, casually said, "Let you go? Letting you go wouldn't be fun."

Letting go of Jing Qianheng at this point would be asking for trouble, wouldn't it?

She rummaged through her storage bag and remembered that she had brought a few pills to calm the mind and reduce internal heat. Although these pills could not relieve his symptoms, they could at least provide some relief.

Give him a few more pills, and he'll be fine once he finds the key to break the illusion.

Peach Blossom Water is a potent and fast-acting medicine, but only those who have experienced it firsthand can truly understand the torment it causes.

Jing Qianheng, having reached his limit of restraint, had a change in expression. He turned to look at Jiang Zhishui, completely losing his temper, his voice even carrying a pleading tone: "Jiang Zhishui..."

Jiang Zhishui had just found the medicine. When she looked up, she saw him looking at her with teary eyes. She was startled, shook her head, took a large pill and leaned over, saying, "Here, take this."

Jing Qianheng stared at the fingers so close to his own, his mind on the verge of collapse. His fingers trembled, and he said softly, "They're too big."

Jiang Zhishui got goosebumps from his half-coquettish expression. She stepped back, broke the pill in half, and handed it to him again, saying good-naturedly, "Open your mouth."

This time, he obediently opened his mouth. Jiang Zhishui stared at his lips and carefully pushed the pill in. Her slender finger was pressed against the edge of the pill. Just as she was about to withdraw her finger, he suddenly bit the pill, leaving the end of her finger in his mouth.

He bit down, not too hard, but Jiang Zhishui couldn't pull it out.

Having witnessed the power of his teeth, she didn't dare to move too much for a moment. She carefully coaxed, "There's still... half left. Let go, so I can give you the other half."

Jing Qianheng licked her finger with the tip of his tongue, and Jiang Zhishui trembled. She suddenly pulled her finger away through his teeth, leaving a clear red mark on it.

Jiang Zhishui wanted to curse him, but seeing his pitiful gaze fixed on her, and the blood seeping from the rubbing on his wrist, she rubbed her fingers, which had been licked, her feelings a jumble of emotions.

She did the math and realized he hadn't gone too far.

If she hadn't handled things so poorly, he wouldn't have felt so bad. Being licked a little wouldn't have been a big deal.

Jiang Zhishui calmly took the other half of the pill and put it into his mouth again.

He still bit her finger, and Jiang Zhishui stared at him without pulling her finger away.

Jing Qianheng's complexion improved considerably. It was unclear whether it was due to the effects of the pills or the satisfaction he derived from licking the pills.

Jiang Zhishui's fingers were wet, feeling numb and itchy. He gently bit them, his tongue probing between her fingers. Her hands trembled violently, and she tried to pull them back, but he would tilt his head back and follow her fingers.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at him at all; just hearing his voice made her feel restless.

If Jing Qianheng were to regain his senses and remember what he had done, he would surely go insane.

There will probably be a lot of criticism then, because she was the one who forced him to take the medicine, and he's in this state because of her.

He licked the spot where Jiang Zhishui had been bitten and bled, carefully tracing the teeth marks. Jiang Zhishui couldn't bear it any longer and asked, "Are you... all better yet?"

Jing Qianheng suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze clear. He stepped back, his breathing disordered, his face still flushed, and his eyes filled with panic.

"Listen to me." Jiang Zhishui wiped her hands with a handkerchief and said, "I can let you go, but you have to listen to me. Otherwise, if the drug takes effect again, I won't care about you anymore."

Jiang Zhishui took the opportunity to subdue Jing Qianheng briefly and then take him away from here.

After taking the pill, Jing Qianheng felt much better. He nodded slightly, somewhat avoiding looking at Jiang Zhishui.

Jiang Zhishui casually picked up a rope, tied one end to his hand, held the other end herself, and pulled him out.

The maids dared not ask any more questions and watched them leave.

In Qiyun City, the buildings and houses are not much different from the original ones, except for a few palaces that are particularly exaggerated and eye-catching, which are places that Qiyun City did not originally have.

In order to stir up the dark side of people's hearts, the test takers are often given a powerful, invincible, and cruel image, and a target is arranged to provoke their hatred and provide them with a torturous pleasure.

Throughout the city, there are several scenes depicting ordinary people who have been bullied and are wantonly torturing the powerful and wealthy.

Their positions were reversed, and the masters were ordered around by their servants, punched and kicked. Some of them, in their extreme anger, even took out knives and slashed at their opponents.

The counterparts to these illusions are mostly demonic beings. For example, when Jiang Zhishui entered the illusion, a fox demon transformed into Jing Qianheng to bewitch her.

The demons are cultivating their own army to the maximum extent possible, preventing them from killing each other and wasting time and resources.

Jiang Zhishui pulled Jing Qianheng onto the bridge. Several people were arguing on the bridge. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was the scene from that day when they were fighting over a woman.

In the illusion, things are sometimes real and sometimes fake, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. Even if you want to resist, you are afraid of accidentally killing someone else.

A person walked up from the other side of the bridge. He had a bright red demonic mark on his forehead and an eyepatch over his left eye. His pupils were red. He looked casually at the river and then at the people arguing on the bridge, seemingly unaware of Jiang Zhishui's presence.

This person looks like a demon.

Jiang Zhishui lowered her head, avoiding eye contact with him.

Just as they were about to pass each other, the person suddenly spoke up: "Where...are you going?"

Jiang Zhishui stopped in her tracks, turned around and said, "Let's go to the restaurant for a drink."

The man laughed and said, "I'll go too."

Jiang Zhishui pulled Jing Qianheng to her side and said, mimicking her arrogant demeanor from her previous illusions, "No, I only want to be alone with him."

Jing Qianheng stood behind her, slowly raising his eyes to look at her.

After saying that, she turned and left without paying any attention to what the other person was saying.

The people on the bridge were arguing so fiercely that they had reached the point of resorting to knives. Jiang Zhishui didn't want to get involved this time; she just wanted to find the key point of the formation as soon as possible.

Jing Qianheng followed behind her. Suddenly, the man appeared in front of Jiang Zhishui, leaned close to her, and said gently, "I promise I won't bother you. Take me with you, Zhishui."