To even bestow upon the Mysterious Woman the title "Nine Heavens" would practically place her on par with a celestial being.
The old servant stole a glance at Jiang Yingji. The room was dimly lit because the curtains were drawn, yet Jiang Yingji's skin was like lustrous, translucent mutton-fat jade, more warm and delicate than ivory, more supple and smooth than cream.
Even in dim lighting, the scene was dazzling, making the dimness almost imperceptible.
Such perfection, even subtly exceeding the natural beauty expected of someone with a pure Yin constitution, clearly indicated that since Li Zhiyu had "ascended to immortality," his widow, Jiang Yingji, also possessing a pure Yin constitution, was likely comparable to the "Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden."
Entering the Black Street, he did indeed feel the restlessness of pure Yang energy, even beginning to doubt whether Li Zhiyu could truly be resurrected. However, the result was not so.
It turned out to be just a fool who uncomfortably obtained a trace of Li Zhiyu's essence from somewhere, recklessly absorbing the already dormant pure Yang energy within the space. In the old servant's view, that fool would eventually burst.
Forbidden-level power, not something any Tom, Dick, or Harry could absorb.
Moreover, that primordial power was still scarce, almost like a deliberately crafted bomb. Greed for power was the fuse; once ignited, it would lead step by step down a path of no return.
However, regardless, this disturbance would undoubtedly cause a major shock to the Black Street space. Given the unbreakable connection between the Queen of the Demon City and the Black Street, she couldn't possibly remain unaffected. If he could lure her in, there might be an opportunity.
Furthermore, he had already left a contingency plan within the Black Street. If things went smoothly, he might truly achieve his goal.
The old servant's heart was filled with envious longing; he couldn't wait to taste the "Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden"...
Jiang Yingji was on her way to Yingluo Manor. In fact, although there were many entrances to the Black Street, its true connection to the mortal world lay with Yingluo Manor.
However, it wasn't simply that. Only when she was at Yingluo Manor would that part of the Black Street space open. She was essentially the "key" to unlocking the Black Street; besides herself, anything related to her could also open it. The group of exorcist servants were able to freely enter and exit the Black Street by using her hair knot.
Now that method was ineffective, it was clear that something more deeply connected to Zhiyu had appeared, usurping her control.
And what was it that had a deeper connection to Zhiyu than she did?
Could it be… that Zhiyu had returned?
Thinking this, her body, which had only just been tidied up in the back seat of the car, trembled slightly. Smoother than silk, her body seemed to glide effortlessly, her jade-like legs, like flowing water, gently twisting.
Feeling the lingering dampness between her thick, tender labia, Jiang Yingji's emotions became even more complex and indescribable.
Her love for her husband, Li Zhiyu, was undeniable. After his disappearance, she had tossed and turned countless sleepless nights, her longing mixed with anguish, her legs parted, her jade-like fingers kneading, tears streaming down her face.
On the other hand, she deliberately avoided thinking about him, even rarely venturing into the dark streets, precisely because such sights would trigger painful memories.
Whenever she recalled their loving days, she couldn't help but toss and turn all night, unable to sleep; naked and pale, she would bite the blanket, her delicate fingers probing her crotch, stirring until the sheets were soaked and wet, before finally falling asleep, exhausted and weak.
Even in her profound longing, there was an indescribable melancholy, whether from finally succumbing to loneliness or from seeking a similar feeling to when she was with her husband.
On the bed where husband and wife had once been intimate, another man finally entered. Though it was only a bodyguard somewhat similar in build to her husband, that night of passionate lovemaking, her legs tightly gripping the man's thick waist, the rush of hot semen to her core, for a fleeting moment she had the illusion that her husband was still beside her…
But that man was ultimately not Li Zhiyu, merely a puppet manipulated by her spirit-controlling magic.
After that one time, her longing for her husband intensified. So, afterwards, her husband's closest friend entered her bed, along with a bodyguard who bore a resemblance to him, and someone she deliberately sought out—someone with a special constitution that could elicit a primal response from her…
Sometimes, even knowing that the man she was passionately entwined with wasn't her husband, she still couldn't resist riding him, swaying wantonly…
Unconsciously, a veil of wanton pleasure and guilt crept into her entwined longing, making her feelings for her deceased husband even more complex.
But the thought of her husband, Li Zhiyu, possibly making a miraculous return filled her with a mix of unease and trepidation, but mostly with an indescribable joy and excitement. If only she could see Zhiyu again…
With these complex emotions, she returned to Yingluo Manor, her heart pounding wildly. If her intuition was correct, it was indeed her husband's presence!
…
Although the Black Street subtly resisted outside interference, the moment she encountered Jiang Yingji's aura, the resistance vanished like melting snow.
She could step into the Black Street with a single step if she so desired.
Jiang Yingji, without hesitation, stepped inside. But after a moment of dizziness, she entered another space.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. The scene was no longer familiar. Huge cracks had appeared in many places, the space churning like ripples. Few people remained; most had fallen into the cracks.
However, according to the old servant, most people suddenly appeared in various corners of the outside world. Clearly, those who fell in hadn't died but were teleported out.
But the appearance of the spatial rift didn't signify the destruction of space; on the contrary, it was expanding, giving birth to many new scenes within the cracks.
Some looked familiar to Jiang Yingji, while others were completely unfamiliar… Clearly, more scenes from her husband Li Zhiyu's memories were appearing.
Could this mean that her husband Li Zhiyu was being resurrected?
"Someone's coming." The old servant, following behind Jiang Yingji, suddenly looked in another direction. On a partially collapsed building in the distance, a man with crimson skin, whose body seemed to have swelled up, tearing his clothes, appeared.
He clearly sensed Jiang Yingji's presence. He shot into the sky like the Hulk, causing the building to collapse with a crash. The man rose into the air, crashed to the ground, and then shot into the air again, only to fall back down a few seconds later not far from Jiang Yingji.
The man landed closer, slowly raising his head. One could even see that his skin wasn't naturally red, but rather so hot it seemed to emit steam, like a scalded shrimp.
Before the man raised his head, Jiang Yingji still held a sliver of hope. Although completely unlike the husband she remembered, he did possess an aura remarkably similar to her husband, Li Zhiyu.
But as soon as the man raised his head, Jiang Yingji's hope shattered like a bubble—
That was definitely not her husband, Li Zhiyu!
Tang Lin, panting heavily, stared intently at the slender figure before him. His consciousness had long since been lost during the carnage on the street. Just as the old servant had suspected, he had no control over the power left behind by the forbidden level.
The immense power, like boiling magma, nearly burst his body apart. His insatiable thirst for power drove him to relentlessly absorb energy from the surrounding space. If he hadn't subtly awakened something, suppressing a fraction of the raging power, he would undoubtedly be a human bomb by now.
Even so, he was now only one step away from bursting apart.
Just then, he suddenly sensed an aura as pure and yin as a pale moon in a cold night.
The instant he discovered Jiang Yingji, it was like a thirsty traveler in the desert finding a cool, sweet spring—a sight he desperately longed for.
The searing heat that threatened to explode within him instantly transformed into an intense, almost overwhelming lust. This raging fire completely incinerated Tang Lin's last vestige of consciousness, leaving only pure instinct.
His beastly instincts told him that nothing but the perfect, voluptuous body before him could quell the volcanic fire of desire burning within him!