The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Cracks had formed on the doors and windows, with water still dripping down from above. Occasionally, a few petals would fall from above, making it seem as if a storm had just passed through here.

Beiting Huang squatted on the edge of the bath. With much of the water lost, but the source still flowing, the water level slowly rose, yet it did not cover her chest. Like a sculpture crafted from white jade, the girl curled up in the corner, raising her head and gazing longingly at the man who entered.

It was hard to tell if her face was wet from water or tears. Her long hair, half clinging to her head, fell and dispersed in the water like tender waterweeds spreading softly, floating idly, as if forming a painting.

This body, he had once seen in the Sunset Forest. Back then, half of her was enveloped in the Nine-Colored Nirvana Fire, the flames wrapping around her, only revealing a tender chest and the neck graced by an amethyst necklace, which he would never forget even after ten thousand years.

At this moment, Beiting Huang curled up in the corner of the bath. After nearly half a year of refinement by the Nine-Colored Nirvana Fire and baptism of lightning power, her cultivated body was substantial, like Luminous Jade, sparkling and translucent, smooth and seductive. This was no mere sprout, as Yan Ye had called her,

But right now, Yan Ye was in no mood to worship this body, despite longing for it for ten thousand years. His violet eyes darkened a shade before he hastened towards Beiting Huang. As he passed by a collapsed edge, he reached out his hand and a somewhat dry towel flew into his grasp.

He approached Beiting Huang, crouched down beside her, and extended his hand, “Beiting Huang, come up!”

Beiting Huang’s eyes felt warm. She took a deep breath, and after staring at Yan Ye for a long while, she placed her hand on the wrist he extended. Yan Ye closed his eyes, spread the towel, wrapped Beiting Huang in it, and carried her, heading towards the front hall.

Beiting Huang’s smooth, soft arms reached out, encircling Yan Ye’s neck. She pressed her face tightly against Yan Ye’s, her mind still echoing the words of the Ming Sea Divine Turtle, “Master, I’m sorry, I do not know how to break the heavenly punishment.”

It had almost become a vicious cycle. It seemed there was no longer any solution between her and Yan Ye. If Yan Ye helped her break the heaven-sent blood contract, he would face heavenly punishment. If not broken, she would have to marry Ming Xiu.

She didn’t necessarily have to marry someone, but she absolutely could not put her fate in the hands of a man who once left her soul dissipated, to be manipulated at his will.

She could feel Yan Ye’s affection for her. This man, who once reigned supremely, abandoned all glory just to collect her soul and wait for her return, could never tolerate his beloved being bound by a heaven-sent blood contract to marry another man.

She could not refuse his offer to break the heaven-sent blood contract, as a man’s pride can endure trials of blood and fire, but cannot be trampled upon.

“There must be a way, there must be a way!” Beiting Huang closed her eyes, not noticing that two tears slid down, tracing her cheeks before landing on Yan Ye’s neck, scalding his entire body with their heat. The night of the full moon had passed, yet he still felt the pain of a heart devoured.