Chapter 31 031 Your Highness, you're hurting me!
Yun Tianjiao felt the threads around her body being pulled, and the next moment, she was suddenly forced to fly towards Zhiwei!
"Knowing the subtle!"
She snapped and stopped just inches away from Zhiwei, her gaze turning cold.
"what you up to?"
Zhiwei remained silent, his movements swift as he manipulated the silk threads in his hands. The silver puppet threads on Yun Tianjiao's body were twisted and turned in his hands, gradually transferring one by one to his own body.
Finally, as the last puppet thread on Yun Tianjiao's body was transferred to Zhiwei, Zhiwei placed the bundle of silver threads in her palm. At this moment, their roles were completely reversed.
Yun Tianjiao was puzzled and frowned slightly. "What's wrong with you?"
“Your Highness, it is difficult to completely remove these silver threads, but transferring them is relatively easy. What troubles Your Highness is nothing more than the feeling of having your life in the hands of others. Now that I have attached the silver threads to myself, I have also handed over the control of the silver threads to Your Highness. In this way, perhaps Your Highness’s unease and unhappiness will be reduced somewhat?”
Yun Tianjiao was stunned: "This illusion is designed to test the abilities of the gods. It is extremely dangerous. Even if you go all out, you can't guarantee that you will pass it smoothly. Why are you trapping yourself in this? What if you are attacked by evil spirits later?"
Zhiwei's peach blossom eyes crinkled with laughter. "It's alright. If we are truly attacked, Your Highness only needs to control me as a puppet. I am willing to go through fire and water for Your Highness."
"..."
"Your Highness, are you still afraid of me?"
It turned out that he had already seen through her suspicions about him, but he was willing to use this method to relieve her worries.
The silver threads in my hand felt icy cold, but my heart felt as if a scorching hot stone had been thrown into the lake of my heart.
The shadows were still haunting the two, but as the puppet's control shifted, the shadows' situation reversed. The female shadow, who was originally in a forced position, turned the tables and began to torture and humiliate the taller male shadow.
Yun Tianjiao: "..."
She now understood why Zhiwei had said he was losing control of himself. These shadows had a huge impact on people's state of mind. The more dominant and advantageous one was in a relationship, the easier it was to be seduced, and a sadistic desire that was hard to express would erupt in their hearts.
Yun Tianjiao looked at Zhiwei again and saw that she was completely controlled by the puppet silk, with an innocent and obedient look on her face, as if "you can do whatever you want with me" was written on her face. Suddenly, he felt a surge of anger.
"Ha, you actually believe me."
If he can't control himself, how can she?
Yun Tianjiao took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to suppress her inner demons, attempting to control the silver threads. The puppet threads seemed to possess sentience, moving according to her will.
As expected, Zhiwei obediently walked in front of her, following her instructions.
This "fire basin" looks to be more than ten feet wide, and you should be able to cross it in about fifty steps. But for some reason, walking through it feels like being in an endless sea.
Yun Tianjiao's forehead was covered in fine sweat, and he felt a stinging, cat-like discomfort, as if something was causing trouble inside him that he couldn't release, making him unbearably itchy.
Her gaze fell on Zhiwei in front of her again. In the dim firelight, she seemed to see a naked man's body, with muscles bulging and sweat dripping down.
Yun Tianjiao blinked hard and shook his head.
Zhiwei was perfectly fine, wearing that black Taoist robe.
This is truly bizarre.
She forced herself to calm her mind, but the scene she saw on the island in the middle of Huaicheng Lake that night kept replaying in her mind.
The image of those lustful ghosts, transformed from lotus flowers, indulging in passionate lovemaking under the night sky on the water's edge is still vivid in my mind.
At first, they were indistinct and numerous, but gradually, only one person remained, and they became just one person.
He walked towards her from the water, his clothes half-open. His jet-black hair was completely soaked, strands hanging down his chest, dripping water. His skin was as pale as paper, which made his eyes appear even darker, like a bewitching water ghost.
"Your Highness..."
He gazed deeply into her eyes, which shimmered with the moonlight.
"Please, Your Highness, have mercy on me..."
Yun Tianjiao felt like she was suffocating, and unconsciously reached out her hand, wanting to touch his face, his body, his silky black hair...
Then I heard a muffled groan and suddenly woke up.
Only then did she realize that she had unconsciously tightened the silver thread in her hand, and the silver thread pulled and tugged at the celestial being walking in front of her.
"Your Highness, you're hurting me."
Zhiwei turned around amidst the raging flames, her beautiful peach blossom eyes looking at her, and the wisps of silver threads connecting her body all gathered in her palm.
She could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion; she just stared blankly at the handful of silver threads in her hand, belatedly realizing that he was now her puppet, at her behest.
He was burning with lust, his desires running rampant.
At this moment, every move she made was under the watchful eyes of countless pilgrims and gods. Yun Tianjiao did not care that her reputation for debauchery and licentiousness would be further enhanced, but she could not tolerate that as the eldest princess of a country, she had to publicly perform sexual acts here.
Yun Tianjiao's last shred of reason compelled her to draw her Ghost-Slaying Blade and slash fiercely at her other arm.
She must use pain to dispel her inner demons.
However, the Demon-Slaying Blade was stopped halfway by someone—it was Zhiwei who caught the blade with her bare hands and managed to hold onto it.
Yun Tianjiao was horrified as he watched the gushing blood flow down the Ghost-Slaying Blade. In an instant, all romantic thoughts vanished.
"Are you crazy?!"
Zhiwei's injuries were far more severe than those inflicted by the Demon-Slaying Blade. As he was now her puppet, acting on his own without her control, he still rushed to her side to block the blade with incredible speed. At this moment, his body was covered in hundreds of wounds from the puppet threads. Although the bloodstains on his body were not visible due to his black robe, the thick, pervasive smell of blood was enough to show the severity of his injuries.
"Have you forgotten that you are now my puppet?" Yun Tianjiao manipulated Zhiwei to release the Ghost-Slaying Blade and stepped forward to check his injuries. The deepest wound was so deep that the bone was visible.
However, Zhiwei simply looked down at her, a smile playing on her lips, and said nonchalantly, "We can't just stand by and watch His Highness get hurt."
Yun Tianjiao ignored him. Unable to find anything suitable to bandage her wounds, she thought of the bridal veil on her head, so she ripped it off and tore it into strips, barely managing to bandage the deepest wounds.
Feeling two burning gazes fixed on her face, Yun Tianjiao raised her eyes and glared at them: "What are you looking at?"
Zhiwei answered honestly: "Look at how Your Highness looks in your wedding dress."
Yun Tianjiao: "..."
Those seductive shadows have finally disappeared, but the seduction from Zhiwei has not stopped.
The two had emerged from the inferno and arrived at the palace gate.
We've finally gotten over that "fire pit".
Seeing that Yun Tianjiao seemed to be in a bad mood, Zhiwei covered her mouth with her injured hand, which was wrapped with red wedding veils, and coughed lightly.
"Your Highness, please don't overthink it. Lust can cloud judgment. If the Silver Thread were in my hands, I'm afraid even more terrible consequences would occur."
The heat that had finally subsided on his face was starting to return, and Yun Tianjiao snapped, "Shut up!"
Zhiwei obediently shut up, but a smile remained on her face.
At this moment, the two had already entered the first palace gate and entered the courtyard, where they were facing the second palace gate.
A saddle is placed directly in front of the palace gate.
Yun Tianjiao was already annoyed by the predicament caused by the "fire basin," so he naturally took his anger out on the illusion. Therefore, when he saw the saddle, he almost reached the point of no return.
"After stepping over the fire pit, now you step over the saddle. Is this ever going to end? This is just one evil spirit, yet there are so many rules to follow."
She drew the mantra from her waist, intending to cut the saddle, but before she could even move, the saddle preemptively rose into the air, and when it fell back down, it multiplied from one to two, from two to four, from four to eight...
The saddle hit the ground with a thud, creating a deep crater and kicking up a cloud of dust. If you were hit by it, you'd be seriously injured, if not killed.
Yun Tianjiao promptly pulled on the silver thread, maneuvering Zhiwei through the rain-like rain falling from the saddle. After barely surviving this wave of rain falling from the saddle, she was slightly out of breath from exhaustion.
"Is that all?"
As the dust settled, the courtyard returned to silence. Yun Tianjiao walked towards Zhiwei, who was not far away. He stepped over one of the saddles, and the saddle disappeared into thin air.
Seeing this, Zhiwei shook his head and said, "The saddle needs to be stepped on by the bride. There are still so many saddles here. I'm afraid this is not the end."
Yun Tianjiao's face turned pale. He looked around and said, "So many saddles, am I supposed to step over them one by one? There must be over a hundred of them."
As soon as the words were spoken, all the saddles rose into the air again, each one multiplying into two, two into four, four into eight...
Yun Tianjiao: "..."
Zhiwei looked at it leisurely for a while, then smiled and said, "It seems that there will be thousands of them now."
If the saddles were to fall all at once again, it would mean that the two men would have even less room to dodge and a greater chance of being hit.
Yun Tianjiao acted decisively, pulling Zhiwei closer by pulling the puppet strings in his hand.
"How can you still laugh!" She was absolutely furious.
"Whether I smile or not, it won't change the outcome." Zhiwei's smile widened.
Yun Tianjiao shoved the puppet strings into his hand and commanded, "Let's switch back, and you can control it now."
Zhiwei lowered her eyes, "Does Your Highness believe me?"
"I was entrusted with this mission in a time of crisis, and I trust those I employ. Since you are a god, your reactions will surely be quicker than mine, a mere mortal. Let's weather this storm first!"
Zhiwei raised an eyebrow and said softly, "Yes, sir," before quickly transferring the puppet silk from her body back onto Yun Tianjiao.
The next instant, Yun Tianjiao felt the world turn upside down, as he was tossed high into the air by Zhiwei's silver thread.
She was thrown at incredible speed, her trajectory almost defying logic as she dodged all the saddles that were hurtling around her. The saddles flew wildly below her, her ascent gradually slowed, and finally she came to a stop and began to fall.
The faster she flew, the faster she fell back. The bright red fabric of her wedding dress fluttered in the wind until the descent suddenly slowed, and she was caught safely in a warm embrace.
Zhiwei met those bright and beautiful eyes and was surprised to find them completely calm: "Your Highness, aren't you afraid? Do you trust me so much that I can catch you?"
Yun Tianjiao returned his original words to him: "Whether I'm afraid or not, it won't change the outcome."
Zhiwei was amused and burst out laughing, "As expected of Her Highness the Eldest Princess."
Yun Tianjiao always felt that this guy was mocking her.
"Shouldn't you put me down?" She was bound by the puppet silk again, losing her ability to move on her own once more, and could only watch helplessly as Zhiwei held her in mid-air.
Zhiwei put her down, her smile still lingering in her eyes and brows.
The ground was in complete disarray, and the saddles that had caused the chaos had been reduced to dust by Zhiwei. However, the second gate of the palace remained closed, meaning that they had not yet passed this test.
Almost at the same time that Yun Tianjiao landed, the fragments of the saddle rose into the air and floated up, eventually restoring themselves into hundreds of saddles.
The two exchanged a glance, and surprisingly, they both thought of the same way to pass the level—
Yun Tianjiao: "If you stacked them up, how high could you stack them?"
Zhiwei: "That depends on how high Your Highness can jump."
Just as the saddles, neatly arranged on the ground, seemed about to take off, thousands of silver threads suddenly flew out and bound them together, dividing them into more than a dozen groups, each containing about thirty or forty saddles, which were stacked on top of each other.
Zhiwei's fingers moved as if painting in the air, manipulating hundreds of saddles while simultaneously controlling Yun Tianjiao to leap high over stacks of saddles.
This was much more efficient than stepping over saddles one by one. Yun Tianjiao was agile, and the two worked together seamlessly. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of saddles disappeared as they were successfully stepped over.
With only one stack of saddles left, the saddles seemed to sense the danger. The top few saddles abandoned their attempt to take flight and, covered in puppet threads, forcibly flew towards Zhiwei, attacking him from both sides and controlling his hands, preventing him from manipulating the puppet threads.
Yun Tianjiao lost control of the puppet strings and fell from mid-air, failing to cross the barrier.
The remaining saddles seized the opportunity, eager to rise into the air, as it seemed that only in mid-air could they achieve the method of splitting and replicating.
If they succeed, it will mean that everything we've just done has gone down the drain.
With only the final step left, Yun Tianjiao was anxious but unable to act. She looked at Zhiwei, and their eyes met for a moment, their hearts in perfect harmony.
Zhiwei silently cast a spell, and all the puppet threads in her hands immediately reversed and connected to his body, while the puppet threads on Yun Tianjiao's body fell off one by one, and the ends were gathered into a bundle.
At this moment, the two switched roles again, puppeteer and puppet. Before the saddles could react, Yun Tianjiao had already manipulated the silver threads to stack the remaining saddles back together. At the same time, she leaped into the air, her sleeves and skirt fluttering, and crossed over the last stack of saddles.
Zhiwei's gaze followed the figure in red, as if watching the petals fall lightly to the ground, filling her eyes with their beauty.
All the saddles finally disappeared, and the second palace gate slowly opened.
"Your Highness is quite skilled," Zhiwei praised from the side.
Yun Tianjiao turned to look at him, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. He pulled the silk thread in his hand like a whip, pulling the man back to his side.
"You're not bad either."
A magnificent hall appeared before them, and the silver threads connecting the two disappeared.
Inside the second palace gate was a palace decorated like a grand wedding hall, with red silk ribbons and colorful decorations, and red candles filling the room.
Zhiwei glanced down and saw that the puppet strings had completely disappeared. She then reached out her hand to Yun Tianjiao and said gently, "Your Highness, it's time to formally enter the hall. Are you ready?"
His handsome, almost effeminate face was bathed in the soft glow of the red candlelight in the hall, making him appear as if he were the groom about to marry his bride in the wedding hall.
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