His innermost thoughts were revealed, and he ventured into a fictional dynasty with the system.

How could Yu Ying not recognize him? The moment that figure stepped into the pavilion, her pupils suddenly contracted, as if an invisible giant hand had tightly gripped her heart.

The blood in his body froze instantly, and every hair on his body stood on end in fear, as if he could feel the chilling aura of hell.

Her gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, locked onto the newcomer, and the last glimmer of hope in her heart was shattered in an instant.

Without a doubt, the person before her was her master, who should have long since vanished into the underworld.

But what kind of bizarre and unimaginable evil magic could have brought him back to life?

He even transformed himself into Ning Chenxing, the highly respected Fifth Prince of Chengxiao Kingdom.

This question, like a dark cloud hanging over her heart, lingered and plunged Yu Ying into deep fear and confusion.

The moment this nightmarish suspicion sprouted in her heart, Yu Ying was as if she had been subjected to the most vicious spell.

His whole body was stiff as a stone statue, every inch of his skin was filled with fear, and he dared not move at all.

It was as if the slightest movement would trigger a deadly trap hidden in the darkness, bringing about an irreversible disaster.

Moreover, she now has absolute certainty about the other party's identity.

Despite her relentless efforts and hard work, Yu Ying has now acquired considerable skills.

He has made a name for himself in the martial arts world, earning the respect and admiration of many.

However, now she was facing her master, who had once been a terrifying figure in her heart like a demon.

All her confidence and self-assurance vanished in an instant, replaced by a deep and inescapable fear.

That fear, like a venomous snake coiled in her heart, constantly gnawed at her soul, making her dare not even have the slightest improper thought.

Not to mention having any thought of resisting him; that was a hope that would terrify her even to think about.

At this moment, Ning Chenxing's lips slowly curved into a smile, a smile that resembled a spider lily blooming from the depths of hell, beautiful yet exuding a deadly allure and sinister chill.

The faces that should have been brimming with youthful energy and boyish charm were now shrouded in a thick, inky gloom.

He exuded a sinister, eerie, and twisted aura that was completely out of character for his age, as if the years had etched not only marks on his face, but also endless evil and madness.

His eyes held a dark, sinister glint as deep as a bottomless black hole, seemingly capable of swallowing up all that is beautiful in the world.

Yet, from time to time, a hint of triumphant satisfaction, like that of a hunter catching his prey, would flash through his mind, a satisfaction mixed with cruelty and ruthlessness.

And a near-morbid, chilling obsession, as if what he was obsessed with was not the beauty of the world, but the endless darkness and destruction.

He slowly extended his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles, fingers that moved silently in the darkness like cold, venomous snakes.

The movements appeared gentle and slow, yet they carried a chilling sense of oppression, as if every inch of air was frozen by this force.

The finger slowly traced Yu Ying's lips, and Yu Ying felt a bone-chilling cold spread from her lips to her whole body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

It felt as if I were in a frozen wasteland, every cell trembling with fear.

Immediately afterwards, the finger suddenly moved down like lightning, landing steadily on Yu Ying's slender, fair neck.

That fragile neck, under his control, seemed so vulnerable.

It was as if with the slightest effort he exerted, it would snap like a fragile reed, and the breath of life would vanish in an instant.

Yu Ying was filled with fear, and even her breathing became cautious. Each inhale felt like her heart and lungs were being torn apart. She could only watch helplessly as he did as he pleased.

Her heart was filled with despair and helplessness, tears welled up in her eyes, but she dared not let them fall, for fear of angering the terrifying man in front of her.

Ning Chenxing's hand did not stop there. Instead, like an evil hand exploring unknown territory, it moved down slowly again with an arrogant sense of control.

He finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, as if it came from the bottom of a deep ancient well, carrying the weight of time and endless chill.

Every word struck Yu Ying's heart like a heavy hammer: "It seems that you have been living a carefree and comfortable life without your master by your side to keep you in check all these years."

Hmph, you've been living a carefree life all day long, I'm afraid you've long forgotten my teachings.

Alright, considering that you were well-behaved this time and didn't ruin my plaything too badly or disappoint me too much, I'll be merciful this time and let you off this time.

However, you must remember this well: Chengxiao Kingdom is absolutely not to be touched.

That's a crucial part of my carefully laid-out chess game, and I can't afford to make the slightest mistake.

If you dare to cause the slightest disruption, even with the slightest thought, I will make you wish you were dead.

As for Qin Qianluo, consider it a reward from your teacher.

Once this is done, get back to the capital immediately. You'd better understand that my patience is running out; every second is slipping away.

If you dare to challenge my bottom line, if you dare to delay or disobey my orders in the slightest, you should know very well the consequences, which will be unbearable for you.

And your little apprentice, I am very satisfied with her talent and appearance, and have already arranged a better place for her.

After all, playthings must eventually return to their masters; only then can they be considered to have returned to their rightful place.

You won't have much free time to train apprentices in the future; all your energy should be devoted to the tasks I've assigned you.

Ning Chenxing's icy words fell slowly, like a heavy hammer, slamming into the dimly lit and quiet attic, which was almost oppressively quiet.

Each word seemed to carry the weight of a judgment, slowly echoing in the air, its lingering sound piercing Yu Ying's heart like a sharp needle.

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved like a ghost, his movements light yet exuding a chilling decisiveness and indifference.

He slowly withdrew the hand that had been so wantonly manipulating Yu Ying. That hand, which just moments before seemed like the claw of a demon controlling life and death, had now vanished like a phantom.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around gently, his clothes fluttering slightly with his movement, and a faint sound of wind lingered in the air above the pavilion, as if it too was sighing quietly at this scene.

Without a trace of lingering attachment or the slightest hesitation, he walked steadily yet with an eerie air straight out of the pavilion.

The fading footsteps could be clearly heard in the almost deathly silent attic, like the dull beat of a drum.

Each sound was like a heavy hammer, mercilessly striking Yu Ying's heart, causing her heart to clench with pain, as if it were about to shatter into countless pieces.

Until his figure completely disappeared behind the old door of the attic, leaving no trace.

Even the faintest footsteps, like the sigh of a ghost, completely dissipated into the air, leaving Yu Ying's nerves stretched to their limit, almost about to snap.

It was like a thread that suddenly lost its tension, instantly slackening.

It was as if all the strength supporting my body had been instantly drained away, leaving me like a fragile, withered flower after being battered by a violent storm.

He knelt on the ground, limp and powerless, like a lump of soft mud.

Humiliating tears, like a raging torrent bursting its banks, flowed uncontrollably from her eyes, carrying the pain and resentment that had been building up inside her for so long.

It rolled down her pale, bloodless face.

The scalding tears burned her skin, as if leaving painful marks on her face.

It was as if she was silently telling the endless pain, humiliation and despair deep in her heart. Her cries were suppressed and tragic, like the wails of the deepest hell.

Her body trembled violently, like a withered leaf falling in the autumn wind, shivering and teetering in the gale.

She stretched out her hands tremblingly, her hands resembling fragile, withered branches shivering in the biting cold wind, every finger trembling.

With a slight tremor, she slowly picked up the clothes that had been scattered and torn off by Ning Chenxing's reckless actions.

Her movements were slow and labored, each movement as if she had used up the last bit of strength in her body, as if time itself had slowed down at that moment.

She dressed herself, trembling, the process feeling like an eternity, every second filled with pain and torment.

Then, gritting her teeth, she tried to stand up with the last of her strength, but her legs were as weak as cotton, and she almost fell down again.

She moved mechanically toward the bed, step by step, her steps unsteady and unsteady, like a walking corpse.

Every step felt like stepping on my own heart, accompanied by excruciating pain.

After finally managing to move to the edge of the bed, she slowly sat down, her whole being seemingly devoid of soul, her eyes empty and lifeless.

Staring blankly ahead, as if trapped in an endless abyss of darkness, everything before my eyes became blurry.

My heart was filled with mixed feelings, as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned, with sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty tastes all intertwined.

Yet she could not express it, and could only let this complex and almost chaotic emotion surge in her heart, completely overwhelming her.

When that person "died," Yu Ying's heart was completely occupied by a deep-seated, bone-deep fear.

That fear, like a bone-deep infection, clung tightly to her, following her like a shadow. No matter how desperately she struggled, she could not escape this nightmarish shadow.

Every night, she would wake up from nightmares, drenched in cold sweat, her heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

She always felt that the person had not truly died, but was hiding in some dark corner, like an invisible ghost.

With a pair of cold, sinister eyes filled with endless malice, he was constantly watching her every move.

As long as she makes the slightest mistake, even if it's just a fleeting thought that goes against that person's wishes.

The man would then leap out of the darkness like a ghost, with a hideous face and cruel methods, torturing her mercilessly, leaving her unable to live or die.

They were plunged into an endless abyss of pain, a pain that seemed to have no end, like a never-ending cycle of reincarnation.

This fear, like a nightmare, haunted her for a long, almost desperate period, until her spirit was nearly driven to the brink of collapse.