She couldn’t body-snatch and was pinned in her body by the Soul-Binding Nails. If he broke her neck, she would soon die and never again bring calamity to the world.

This was his mission, and it should be her destiny!

As Yun Ya’s grip tightened, Feng Miaojun’s laughter had to stop, her small face turning bright red: “Do you want to die together with me?”

If she died, he couldn’t survive alone.

“Why not?” He gazed at her deeply. “I’ll kill you, then forfeit my life to her.”

She began to cough: “We’ve been in love for thirteen years, sharing countless days and nights! If I were a Heavenly Demon, I would have taken your life and stolen your altar fragments long ago. Why haven’t I made a move all this time?”

Yun Ya stared at her steadily: “I don’t know.”

They had slept in each other’s arms for countless nights. Given the Heavenly Demons’ hatred for the Haoli royal bloodline, she should have acted long ago.

But looking back at all that had happened, every single thing pointed to the fact that “she was a Heavenly Demon.”

She had learned the Heavenly Demon’s secret techniques almost without hindrance, and her spiritual cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds…

Since she entered the world, the entire continent had been in turmoil, with frequent wars. Even New Xia had risen from the ashes, with millions of people irrevocably drawn into war…

The mysterious mark made her share her life with him, so he had to doubt how much of her feelings for him were genuine.

Yet she hadn’t killed him, despite countless opportunities.

Thinking this, the force of his hand still increased rather than decreased!

With her throat constricted, Feng Miaojun found it increasingly difficult to speak: “If I were a Heavenly Demon, why would I enter your sea of consciousness to save you? I could have… could have just watched as the Heavenly Demon projection devoured you!”

Her voice broke with a hint of choking. Yun Ya immediately recalled how he had been attacked by a Heavenly Demon projection after the great battle at Tianmen Gorge. It was she who disregarded her own life to save him from thousands of Heavenly Demons, calling back his consciousness.

If not for An’an, he would no longer be Yun Ya long ago.

Most importantly, even if his will had been devoured by the Heavenly Demon projection, his body would have remained intact, posing no danger to Feng Miaojun’s life. From this perspective, she could have completely ignored his plight.

Her decision truly didn’t seem like that of a Heavenly Demon.

Yun Ya still gripped her neck, but veins bulged on his forehead. Although he knew that with just a light twist, he could end this age-old menace, he felt his tiger’s mouth grow stiff, unable to move.

His body seemed to have its own will, refusing to obey his reason.

“Since you’ve made up your mind, why not act?” Her beautiful eyes never blinked as she stared at him, tears slowly sliding from the corners of her eyes. “Yun Ya, I don’t blame you, nor do I have any regrets!”

With a loud “bang,” Yun Ya struck the bedboard hard beside her pillow.

Wood splinters flew as the bedboard was punched through with a large hole, but the hand gripping her neck released its hold.

He rose to his full height abruptly, moving to the window, while Feng Miaojun inhaled fresh air again, coughing incessantly.

The rain that had lingered for several nights had stopped at some point. The dark clouds hadn’t fully dispersed, but a bright spot shone through the center of the sky—the moon was no longer content to remain hidden.

The evening breeze lifted his hair and clothes, adding endless desolation to the scene.

Yun Ya unconsciously exerted force on the window frame he was gripping. The fine wood that had withstood three hundred years of wind and rain couldn’t withstand his strength, and it broke with a crack.

Feng Miaojun snorted lightly and said with a soft laugh: “You’ve already made up your mind, so why put on this act? Kill me sooner, and you can fulfill your mission sooner, can’t you?”

Yun Ya didn’t respond, seemingly engaged in an internal struggle, his fist tightly clenched.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the fine chirping of insects coming from the grass outside the window.

After an unknown period.

Feng Miaojun sighed softly: “Yun Ya…”

Before she could finish, Yun Ya’s figure suddenly moved:

“No need to pretend anymore. You are not An’an.”

“What?” Her brows furrowed slightly as she saw him turn his head to look at her, half his face hidden in darkness, yet no less handsome.

Most importantly, the confusion and sadness on his face had been put away, his gaze containing a hint of mockery amidst the gloom.

“I know An’an,” Yun Ya’s voice returned to its clear, moist tone. “If I were to kill her, she would either be furious and curse me thoroughly, or she would try to coax me, using both soft and hard tactics to make me abandon the idea. She would never be as falsely generous and considerate as you, trying to trick me into feeling soft-hearted!”

There was laughter in his voice, but his peach blossom eyes grew increasingly cold: “That girl is afraid of death and would never give up even a thread of hope for survival. No matter how you disguise yourself, you’ve only learned the superficial aspects.”

He believed his connection with Feng Miaojun began with that chase in the capital of the Jin Kingdom. After Yai Mountain, she had done everything to please him to survive, even willing to become his maid, adeptly handling all his difficulties.

What a powerful desire to live!

No matter when his An’an would never utter the words “kill me.”

Yun Ya finally turned to face her directly, his eyes flashing with intensity:

“You are a Heavenly Demon, not An’an!”

Feng Miaojun pouted, about to refute, but he continued: “In the past three hundred years, how many times have I recognized you?”

Heavenly Demons excelled at shapeshifting, but having dealt with them for so long, he had gradually developed a strange intuition. When a Heavenly Demon was near, he could usually sense it.

With certainty, his voice became ice-cold: “The soul currently occupying this body is no longer An’an.”

Woosh, another cool breeze blew in, pushing aside the bed curtains. Yun Ya looked at the person on the bed—she was still snow-skinned and flower-faced, stunningly beautiful.

Every inch of her curves was utterly familiar to him, deeply missed.

But the light in her eyes, from surprise to shock, then from shock to clarity, slowly turned into coldness.

And then, she smiled, first curving her lips into an arc, then lightly wrinkling her jade nose. This was Feng Miaojun’s habit. Yun Ya saw it, but his heart felt as if it had been plunged into ice water.

Then he heard her say: “You’re wrong.”

Her voice was melodious like silk and bamboo instruments, but filled with undisguised malice: “I am a Heavenly Demon, but I am also An’an.”

She finally admitted it!

Yun Ya’s jaw suddenly tightened. He strode to the bedside and said sternly: “Where is she?!” So the one who had returned to this body wasn’t just An’an. This creature had just been trying to appeal to his emotions and reason, desperately attempting to deceive him into releasing her.

What would she do to him then?

Feng Miaojun’s smile widened, growing more enchanting: “Sorry, from now on, there’s only me.”

Yun Ya felt as if struck by a heavy hammer. His figure swayed, and his face turned pale: “What does that mean? Is she gone?”

Her gaze lingered on his face, amused: “Hao Minghuan probably didn’t expect his son to be such a devoted lover. Except for this face, you don’t resemble your father at all!”

Yun Ya pretended not to hear, suddenly grabbing her collar and lifting her, shouting in anger: “Where is An’an? Is she still here?”

“Take a guess?” She raised her fine eyebrows. “If I say she’s gone, do you dare to kill me?”

Yun Ya’s jaw tightened.

“You don’t dare.” She softly concluded. “Alright, let’s stop acting. It’s quite tiring.”