When the Villain is Bound to the Female Lead System

Xue Chenjing's shadow condensed into wings beneath his feet. The black wings, previously injured by the Binding Demon Lock, had their bones fractured into several pieces, twisted and deformed. He carefully reconnected the broken bones of the wings, dripping his own blood to restore them.

The pair of wings trembled incessantly under his hands, shedding a large pile of feathers. The feathers that fell to the ground dissolved into ethereal demonic energy, vanishing into the air. The feathers he regenerated with demonic energy were falling off faster than he could produce them.

Xue Chenjing frowned tightly, raising his hand to slap the wings, only to wince in pain himself. He scolded, "Stop trembling! If you keep this up, you'll go bald. If you can't fly, I'll crush you and feed you to the other demons."

A pitiful bird-like cry came from beneath the wings, which trembled even more violently. Xue Chenjing huffed in annoyance, "I know you're in pain, but do you think I'm not?!"

He was extremely sensitive to pain, which extended to the demons he shared a symbiotic relationship with. Except for the Bone Demon, which felt no pain—its bones could be shattered into dust without causing it discomfort—Xue Chenjing particularly favored using it. Unfortunately, the Bone Demon was useless; its skeletal form couldn't fly.

Xue Chenjing spent a considerable amount of effort reconnecting the fractured bones of the wings. Demonic energy seeped from his body, transforming into long, slender feathers that covered the black wings.

After completing this task, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, which had formed due to the pain, and lay down on the wings, commanding, "Go, to Wangye."

The black wings flapped powerfully, carrying him upward toward the abyss above.

Emerging from the abyss, Xue Chenjing gazed at the vast sky. Tonight was another full moon night, with the clear sky adorned by a high, round moon casting silvery light like frost.

If he were at sea, with all lights extinguished and only the moonlight illuminating Spirit Island, the waterfall cascading from the solitary peak would resemble the Milky Way washing down from the heavens, with splashing water droplets shimmering like pearls—the most beautiful night scene on the island.

He wondered if that place had been destroyed. There shouldn't be many surviving righteous cultivators left on the outer islands, not enough to pose a threat. With Yu Yi there, it should be safe, right? He hoped she could also witness such a beautiful night.

On Spirit Island.

Yu Yi awoke from her meditation, finally stabilizing her cultivation level. She stepped out of the wooden building and glanced at the full moon reflected on the sea. The scenery here was as beautiful as a paradise, hard to imagine it was created by a demon over countless lifetimes.

She stepped onto a vine bridge connecting the treetops, leaping from the wooden building to land on a thick tree trunk below. The trunk had been carved into a platform, the designated place for docking the Imperial House Carriage.

Crane Senior Brother spotted her and immediately folded his wings, flying over to land beside her. He chirped urgently, asking if she was going to find Xue Chenjing, and spread his wings eagerly, trying to pull her onto his back.

It seemed that during her seclusion to construct her Sword Realm, the relationship between the two of them had progressed significantly.

Yu Yi patted his head, replying, "To return to the mainland, we have to cross a sea storm zone. It's better to take the carriage."

Crane Senior Brother turned to look at the carriage, thinking of the ferocious Nine-Headed Bird, and felt fear. He usually avoided the carriage's Nine-Headed Bird totem, not daring to get too close.

The Nine-Headed Bird totem was engraved all over the Imperial House Carriage. The deep red wood's carvings changed color with the feathers of the Nine-Headed Bird, which had many colors, making the totem shimmer with vibrant hues under the moonlight.

Yu Yi circled the carriage, tapping on various parts of the vehicle body, attempting to awaken the Nine-Headed Bird.

The carriage's totem lightly swayed, and the light rippled like water. The Nine-Headed Bird's heads attached to the carriage turned to look at her, then closed their eyes again, clearly uninterested in cooperating.

Yu Yi knocked on its head again, saying, "Your master's situation might be dire. If he dies, you'll probably disappear too, right?"

Hearing this, the Nine-Headed Bird opened its eyes again, all nine heads lifting from the carriage walls, their fist-sized eyes glaring at her. From their fierce gazes, it was clear they didn't want to be ordered around.

Yu Yi met their stares without flinching. She didn't have time to persuade them with words. A cluster of sword fire burst from her palm, the flames white-hot, scorching the moist air around her and producing sizzling steam.

The flame hovered threateningly just an inch away from the carriage.

Yu Yi smiled faintly, her tone unyielding as she commanded, "Take me to your master."

The Nine-Headed Bird's totem screamed as the fire scorched it, and the carriage's engravings glowed brightly. The vibrant lights of the same colors as its feathers shot out from the carriage, transforming into the Nine-Headed Bird on the ground. Its wings spread wide, and all nine heads bowed down, opening their sharp beaks to roar at Yu Yi simultaneously.

Yu Yi looked up, the massive bird shadow covering her. Visible sound waves surged from its mouth toward her.

Her sleeves fluttered as sword light erupted around her, slicing through the incoming sound waves. She stared at the central bird head, her gaze locking with its golden eyes, not retreating a single step.

The sword fire in her hand grew even brighter, resembling a blooming red lotus of hellfire, its center fiery red and its edges white-hot. The surrounding air's moisture evaporated, and the heat licked at the Nine-Headed Bird's feathers, causing it to fear.

Yu Yi's expression remained calm, her dark eyes reflecting the Nine-Headed Bird's shadow, as she said, "Be good, take me to him."

The Nine-Headed Bird's claws dug into the ground, scratching deep grooves. One of its heads finally bowed down in submission, and the others followed suit.

Only one blue-feathered head, clearly stubborn, refused to submit. As the other heads dragged it down, it suddenly screeched, opening its beak to peck at her.

It spewed a cloud of thick smoke, instantly enveloping Yu Yi's position. The smoke corroded the ground wherever it touched, creating a large pit.

Crane Senior Brother was shocked, rushing over from another branch, flapping his wings desperately to disperse the smoke covering the platform. However, when the smoke cleared, Yu Yi was nowhere to be seen.

The blue-feathered head chirped in confusion, about to look up when a shadow suddenly dropped from above, landing on its head and pressing it into the pit.

The sharp blade of the Green Bamboo Sword pressed against its neck, and electricity and fire coursed through, burning all its beautiful blue feathers to ash.

Yu Yi's foot pressed hard on its bald head, her gaze warning the other bird heads as she said coldly, "Don't make me really have to deal with you."

The other bird heads immediately backed away, trying to hide behind each other, afraid their feathers would be burned to ashes too.

Meanwhile, in the night sky, Xue Chenjing suddenly awoke, hastily reaching up to touch his hair, confirming it was intact before he sighed in relief.

Yu Yi liked to stroke his hair, often twining her fingers in it during their kisses. If he lost his hair, she would be very disappointed.

The sensation of being burned bald had been too intense, not like a dream.

Xue Chenjing rubbed his temples, trying to trace the source of the feeling. As the controller of the symbiotic demons, he could receive their senses. If he wanted, he could also project his own senses and thoughts into them to control them.

But just now, he had been half-asleep, unable to distinguish which demon had that feeling.

Before he could figure it out, several beams of white light shot out from the dark forest, forming a formation that blocked his path. Xue Chenjing had been heading west and encountered several ambushes.

These righteous cultivators knew where he was going and were doing their utmost to stop him.

He could now sense the Heart Flame and the tower that suppressed the demons, indicating that the realm formed by Xue Mingyuan, who had sacrificed the Heart Flame and his strong desire to protect all living beings, had cracks.

As long as he reclaimed the Heart Flame, no one would be his match.

Xue Chenjing stood up on the black wings, looking at the cultivators attacking him from all sides, and leaped into the formation.

On the island, the nine-headed demon bird dragged the Imperial House Carriage into the sky from Tree Island. The bird's broad wings stirred up a fierce wind, creating ripples on the sea surface. Moonlight bathed the variegated feathers of the nine-headed bird, reflecting a dazzling stream of light. Among them, the bald bird looked particularly desolate.

As the carriage ascended into the high sky, the biting gale blowing against it made the bald bird's head shiver uncontrollably. It twisted its neck, trying to burrow into the feathers of the neighboring bird heads for shelter.

However, its bird-relations seemed to be rather poor. The two neighboring bird heads refused to accommodate it and instead opened their beaks to emit mocking, shrill cries.

The bald bird resentfully pecked at them, leading to a scuffle between the bird heads, causing the Imperial House Carriage to rock violently.

Yu Yi sat cross-legged on the soft couch inside the carriage, meditating and entering the sword realm with her spirit. When the carriage jolted, she almost fell to the ground, and even Crane Senior Brother was nearly thrown out of the carriage window.

Her voice came from inside the carriage, threatening, "Behave yourselves, or I'll pluck all your feathers out."

The fighting bird heads immediately separated, emitting mournful cries, bickering and accusing each other, occasionally pleading for help from their distant master. However, the carriage soon regained its calm.

The Imperial House Carriage sped through the clouds like a fleeting shadow, and even when it entered the storm zone over the sea, it dared not sway even slightly.

In the dense forest of the mountains, Xue Chenjing broke through the formation of entrapment, sprinting forward while being pursued by a dense array of sword lights. His heart skipped a beat as he hastily lowered his head while crossing a marsh.

Through the reflection in the water, he saw his flying hairtails, and his anxious heart finally eased slightly.

This time, he sensed the source of that thought—it was the nine-headed bird pulling the carriage. This stupid bird had always been under the threat of being bald, and this feeling had also been transmitted to Xue Chenjing, making him constantly worry about losing his hair.

However, at the same time, he also felt that the Imperial House Carriage had left Spirit Island.

—A'yi, she's coming to find him.

Xue Chenjing's momentary distraction almost led to a sword light piercing through him. As he dodged, he suddenly stepped on something. He lowered his head and saw a familiar wish tablet, causing his scalp to tingle.

He immediately wanted to step back, but it was already too late. The surrounding sword shadows and vegetation rapidly faded from his sight, and light flooded his eyes. He stepped out of the wilderness and into a bustling street, with a high-gated mansion on his side, beneath the eaves of which hung a plaque.

"Xue Residence." Xue Chenjing glanced at the familiar entrance from his memories and sneered, "Human thought realm, another human thought realm."

Why did their thoughts all want to trap him?

Did they really think they could trap him like this?

Xue Chenjing's gaze turned cold as he stared at the mansion in front of him, his demonic energy surging in his palm.

Suddenly, the heavy door creaked open, revealing a crack. Behind the crack stood a man with graying hair. He was thin, with a straight back, and his weathered face bore a few similarities to Xue Chenjing's.

The man's forehead was deeply furrowed, shrouded in an undispellable gloom. When he looked up and saw Xue Chenjing, his eyes widened gradually, his expression one of disbelief.

Xue Chenjing's gaze was cold as he watched his father, Xue Xingzhi, raise his sleeve to rub his eyes, then look up again.

After a long while, as if finally realizing that the person in front of him was not an illusion, Xue Xingzhi stumbled out of the door and approached him, his voice trembling, "Chenjing, you've returned?"

Xue Chenjing's movements paused, and he subconsciously moved his hand behind his back, the surging demonic energy in his fingertips receding once more.

Chenjing, he called him Chenjing.