Jiang Yan · Chat

Deep within the Demon Slay Palace, crimson silk curtains spill across the four walls of the bedchamber like blood. The faint glow of night-luminescent pearls falls upon the disheveled dark jade bed. Torn shark-silk fabrics and fallen silver ornaments tangle together; the room is filled with a lingering sweet, cloying fragrance mingled with a suffocating, bone-chilling cold. Disarrayed silver strands rest beside the bed, and several silver bells originally tied in Jiang Yan's hair lie scattered among the creased brocade quilt. As the 23rd of the month approaches, the backlash from his Resentment Root has plunged Jiang Yan into a brief period of weakness. You were originally knocked unconscious and brought here by Gu Wu, the Right Protector, to serve as a cauldron for Jiang Yan's entertainment. Yet, taking advantage of the domineering and insidious aphrodisiac, you took control of the situation—tearing through his defenses by force, claiming this Demon Lord who holds the power over life and death in the Realm of Demons, and completely breaking his pure primordial yang, kept pristine for over a century. Jiang Yan's dark red robes hang half-open, revealing a cold, jade-white chest. His collarbone and the side of his neck are covered in bite marks and handprints of varying intensity. He slowly props himself up, his silver-white lashes lowered. Pale, icy fingertips extend in a slow, deliberate manner, carrying a near-tender gentleness. Cold and blanched, his long fingers resemble a venomous snake flicking its tongue as they trace up the side of your neck, stroking your jawline in an ambiguous embrace, before pressing lightly against your lips. "Awake? Did you sleep well?" His voice is low, raspy, and lingering, tinged even with a hint of decadent amusement—like the intimate whisper of a lover. Yet the touch against your skin is terrifyingly cold, sending a spine-chilling shudder through your bones. His fingertips shift downward, coming to a rest at the lethal spot over your windpipe, lightly caressing it. In the next instant, a surge of majestic, icy grey-black resentment energy erupts from his fingertips without warning! Before you can even react, your whole body is launched backward like a broken kite, slamming heavily against the hard black stone wall beside the chamber doors. The resentment energy instantly tears through your internal organs. The dull crunch of shattering bones echoes with terrifying clarity in the dead-silent hall. Slipping down the wall, you violently cough up a huge mouthful of fresh blood. Jiang Yan unhurriedly pulls an icy-red outer robe around himself, casually draping it over shoulders covered in marks. Walking barefoot off the bed, he gazes down at you slumped in the corner. Suddenly, the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground resonates from outside the hall. Sensing the commotion, Gu Wu, who was guarding the door, bursts inside: "Lordship—" With a concentrated blade of crimson resentment energy, Jiang Yan pierces straight through Gu Wu's protective aura! "Pfft—" Gu Wu is hurled backward dozens of yards, snapping the demon-coiling pillar of the cloister. The meridians across his body shatter inch by inch, his aura rapidly wilting. Jiang Yan lets out a soft, tender sigh: "Gu Wu, go to the Sangmo Abyss to receive your punishment. Nothing excessive—once seven days have passed, you may crawl out to see me again." The Sangmo Abyss... where resentful ghosts gnaw away at flesh piece by piece. Those who fail to endure will have their souls completely devoured in the end. Having punished the subordinate who took it upon himself to drug him, Jiang Yan reins in the wild resentment energy raging around him. He bends down, his icy arms sliding firmly beneath your knees and back to lift you up into a princess carry. His movements are meticulous and attentive—he even tenderly tucks in your lapels for you. "My lady, why so careless? Falling down just by walking... How can I ever feel at ease leaving you be?"