The Obsession of Zhang Jingya

A shiver of dread ran down Lin Xingjian’s spine at the mere thought.

“Zhang Jingya, defection is a grave offense; how can you speak of it so lightly?”

“And what of it?”

“So long as I can be with you forever, defection or not, it matters little.”

A flicker of obsession ignited in Zhang Jingya’s eyes, burning like a raging inferno, imbued with a destructive madness.

“Ya’er, you are truly beyond saving.”

“I…” He was about to speak again when a sudden, bone-chilling cold assailed his legs.

A pair of sharp talons, forged from frigid iron, clamped tightly onto his thighs, the icy chill instantly spreading throughout his entire body.

Instinctively, he lowered his gaze, finding Zhang Jingya smiling sweetly, yet an unsettling eeriness inexplicably arose within him.

With her fair hand, which nevertheless radiated a subtle chill, she gently stroked his leg, her tender movements stirring an inexplicable dread deep within Lin Xingjian.

“Jianlang, I advise you to reconsider carefully before speaking again.”

“Should you persist in rejecting me, I will first cripple your legs, ensuring you have no wings to fly away.”

Every word she uttered, though utterly terrifying, was spoken with an unnerving lightness, as if discussing the most trivial of matters.

It was as if she were merely commenting on the day’s weather.

These words struck Lin Xingjian’s heart with crushing force, and a frigid chill snaked its way up his spine.

“Ya’er, with your Golden Core cultivation, if you truly cripple my legs, I could very well suffer a lifelong disability.”

“Lifelong disability?”

Zhang Jingya tilted her head slightly, her eyes like a deep, cold abyss with no discernible bottom.

“Wouldn’t that be even better? Then, Jianlang, you could become a quiet, peaceful mortal.”

She leaned slightly closer to Lin Xingjian, her voice as soft as a whispered dream.

“Most importantly… even if your legs are crippled, and all your limbs are useless, it wouldn’t matter. Others might disdain you, but I never would, Jianlang.”

“I wish to accompany you for this lifetime and all future lifetimes, never to be separated.”

Her tone was as calm as still water, yet Lin Xingjian could distinctly perceive the madness and irrationality within it.

It was an obsession verging on the pathological.

It bound him tightly, suffocating him.

One might not realize that despite Zhang Jingya being a Confucian cultivator, she usually appeared gentle and kind, much like a girl next door.

In reality, that was merely a brilliant facade.

She was like the most alluring crimson fruit hanging high on a branch.

Its surface boasted a vibrant hue and an enticing luster, making one yearn to reach out and pluck it, yet its core was long since rotten and decayed, teeming with countless repulsive maggots.

Beautiful on the outside, rotten within.

Lin Xingjian now fully understood the true nature of Zhang Jingya, or rather…

He understood the extent of the crazed and twisted personality Zhang Jingya revealed before him.

“Alright, alright, I understand.”

Lin Xingjian forced himself to remain calm, a look of helpless compromise settling upon his face.

While outwardly compliant, he covertly gathered his strength, once more awaiting an opportunity to escape.

“Ya’er, please don’t cripple my legs. I’ll listen to you.”

“However, I also have one request: I beg you not to defect from the sect. Choose to return obediently and accept your punishment.”

“Defecting from the Xuantian Dao Sect brings a hundred harms and no benefits. At worst, I’ll join the Dao Gate Sect with you.”

The current situation was far worse than he had ever imagined.

He himself was a Foundation Establishment Shadow cultivator, while Zhang Jingya possessed the Golden Core realm Righteous Body.

The Righteous Body was as extraordinary and refined as the Enlightened Sword Heart in the way of the sword, or Blade Rhyme Attainment in the Blade Sect.

“No.”

“If I return to the sect to accept punishment, you would undoubtedly seize the opportunity to leave. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting… To truly bind you now, my only option is to leave.”

Lin Xingjian was speechless.

Zhang Jingya… she was too clever!

This woman was utterly unlike anyone else.

She was not as frail as Yao Qing’er, who could escape a trap through sheer force, nor as easily deceived by rashness as Bai Qingxue, who could be evaded with a quick turn of wit.

Seeing Lin Xingjian’s silence, Zhang Jingya’s lips curved into a slight smile, and much of the heavy gloom in her eyes dissipated.

“That’s right, Jianlang.”

“Do you understand your predicament now?”

Lin Xingjian’s eyes darted around.

“Perhaps it’s true, as you say: I can neither defeat you in a fight nor escape you. But how do you intend to take me with you, away from this vast Xuantian Dao Sect?”

His body was bound by Zhang Jingya’s divine ability, unable to move even an inch.

“Don’t delude yourself, Jianlang. I won’t release you.”

Zhang Jingya saw through Lin Xingjian’s unspoken intentions.

Her tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation, and her eyes revealed a profound wariness.

“You’re not actually planning to carry me out of the Xuantian Dao Sect, are you?” Lin Xingjian asked with a helpless, wry smile. “I can’t possibly stay in this position, like a wooden or clay statue, can I?”

“It’s no matter.”

“Jianlang, I’ll simply carry you.”

Lin Xingjian: “???”

Having spoken, she slowly walked up to the immobile Lin Xingjian, just as she was about to bend her knees…

Their faces suddenly drew incredibly close, allowing them to feel each other’s warm breath.

In an instant, Zhang Jingya’s desires surged.

On ordinary days, as a Confucian cultivator, she always appeared like a white lotus, unstained by the mud.

Yet, who could have known how Zhang Jingya assuaged her sorrows and worries during those nights spent longing for her beloved?

Countless nights filled with yearning dreams had long since made Zhang Jingya’s body exquisitely sensitive.

The woman couldn’t resist and pressed a kiss upon him.

She was rough and forceful, as if desperately demanding something.

Lin Xingjian had no way to avoid it.

Zhang Jingya’s lips were soft and tender; she was not enjoying herself, but rather pouring out her grievances to Lin Xingjian.

She was retaliating against him, reclaiming the lonely days and nights she had endured without him.

This outwardly refined and demure woman, who appeared so proper before others, secretly yearned intensely for her lover’s caress.

She even constantly fantasized about the intimate moments they would share in bed after their reunion, like a broken mirror made whole again.

The kiss was long, yet for Zhang Jingya, it ended too quickly.

The woman panted heavily, and a wanton flush spread across her serene and elegant face.

Zhang Jingya remained silent.

Perhaps due to the shyness of her first kiss, the woman resumed her previous action.

She bent her knees slightly and steadily lifted Lin Xingjian in a princess carry.

Lin Xingjian, having just been forcefully kissed by the woman, now wore an expression of utter shock and embarrassment.

Now, being carried in a princess embrace, he wished only for a crack in the earth to swallow him whole, utterly mortified.

“Ya’er, you… quickly put me down!”

His face flushed crimson.

“I’ll overlook you taking advantage of me just now, but this manner of carrying me compromises my dignity as a Shadow cultivator! Quickly, put me down!”

Lin Xingjian deliberately struggled fiercely in Zhang Jingya’s embrace, a glint of imperceptible sharpness in his eyes.

For now, he could only feign compliance…

It would not be too late to devise a way to escape once Zhang Jingya had left the Xuantian Dao Sect and her vigilance had relaxed.

Lin Xingjian’s meticulous plan had already been set in motion, but what neither of them anticipated was…

An invisible, overwhelming pressure descended abruptly, like the legendary Five Finger Mountain, pinning Zhang Jingya utterly motionless.

“Zhang Jingya, where do you intend to go?”

A cold, clear female voice emanated as if from the Nine Nether Hells, carrying boundless majesty and chilling intent, causing Zhang Jingya to tremble uncontrollably.

Zhang Jingya shivered from head to toe, the color draining from her face until it was stark white, and the image of a powerful woman slowly surfaced in her mind.

It was… Master!