Outside world.
Under Tang Hao's gaze, the black fluid that Ye Qiu had turned into had already climbed over A Yin's entire body, fully engulfing her.
From afar, it looked like an ordinary black weed. Though it was now cloaked in a dark, shiny outfit, the Blue Silver Empress still swayed slightly in the wind.
Its leaves and branches remained soft, with golden veins still visible. If one looked closely, they'd see that the surface of the Blue Silver Empress seemed to be covered in silk-like, mucus-coated threads—looking quite corrupt and fallen.
Tang Hao lay prone on the ground, watching the Blue Silver Empress now draped in poisonous slime, his face flushed with excitement.
Ye Qiu had completely wrapped around A Yin—tightly, without a single gap.
The Blue Silver Grass was now cloaked in black, with shimmering, silk-like golden lines crisscrossing it.
This also signified—
The spiritual connection between man and plant had already been established.
Ye Qiu could now clearly sense A Yin's emotions:
Curiosity, excitement, alertness, and fear.
He could even hear her asking all sorts of questions:
> "Who are you?"
"Why did you force your way in... playing with me?"
"How are Hao and my child now? Tell me quickly, let me see more."
"..."
Facing A Yin's barrage of questions, Ye Qiu stayed silent. He even blurred parts of his memories.
He didn't let her see them—saving that leverage for later.
After casually skimming through A Yin's memories, he found them utterly boring and quickly lost interest.
"Hehe... So now, I've had some 'intimate contact' with his wife too, huh?"
"I mean, I've wrapped her up so tightly, so thoroughly."
"Honestly, calling it 'intimate contact' doesn't even cut it. She's literally filled with me, inside and out."
Ye Qiu chuckled to himself, feeling a twisted sense of revenge against Tang Hao. But this was only the beginning.
Tang Hao had delivered A Yin—
Right into his hands.
> "Y-You… who the hell are you?! How can you think this way?"
"What exactly are you trying to do?!"
A Yin's voice rang softly in Ye Qiu's mind, tinged with both shyness and anger—it was like music to his ears.
Although she was anxious, Ye Qiu still ignored her and quickly shielded his inner thoughts. If she found out he planned to steal Tang San's mother and become Tang San's "wild father"... well, that'd make her hard to manipulate—no, hard to coax, that is!
After thinking a bit,
Ye Qiu wasn't worried about Tang Hao getting impatient. After all, how long his spirit fusion took was entirely up to him. Tang Hao could just stand guard outside like a good watchdog.
Ye Qiu's teasing voice whispered into A Yin's ear:
> "As expected of the Blue Silver Empress. Not only are you soft and juicy... you even smell quite nice."
A Yin immediately scolded him upon hearing this:
> "Scoundrel! What are you talking about?!"
> "Scoundrel? What? I'm just complimenting a plant. What's wrong with that?"
> "You—!"
A Yin was momentarily speechless. She had even forgotten that she was still just a blade of grass. It was all Ye Qiu's perverted thoughts that had infected her mind.
> "What do you mean 'you'? I'm just praising you for being fragrant and full of moisture. Am I wrong? Isn't it true?"
Ye Qiu pressed harder.
> "Hmm... Well, yes, I am fragrant... and quite moist… N-No! Wait!"
A Yin paused, and she had to admit it was true. But she quickly realized that her words sounded completely wrong.
She was already someone's wife—how could she say something like that to another man?!
> "What do you mean no? Are you saying you're smelly and all dried up?"
> "Shut up! Don't talk anymore! Who the hell are you, and what are you trying to do?!"
> "Heh… silly grass."
Ye Qiu let out a light laugh, feeling something strange.
A Yin, who had lived in a dark cave all alone for years without contact, hadn't spoken to anyone for over a decade—maybe she wasn't very smart anymore?
Ye Qiu fell silent again.
Now that Tang Hao had seen he could successfully possess the Blue Silver Empress, there was no way he could reject this plan. So, all he had to do was continue deceiving them.
Ye Qiu also wanted to test whether his first spirit skill could bind the Blue Silver Empress. If he succeeded, would he gain her bloodline? Maybe even her Blue Silver Domain?
Moreover—
A Yin's situation was quite unique.
Unlike Xiao Wu's extreme self-sacrifice that gave up both her body and soul, A Yin only sacrificed her physical body. Her soul remained, leaving behind a seed.
This seed later sprouted and allowed her to cultivate again. Once she reached a certain level, A Yin could fully resurrect.
Ye Qiu was genuinely looking forward to gaining her powers.
But A Yin wouldn't give up so easily:
> "Answer me! Say something!"
Having thought it all through, Ye Qiu said calmly:
> "I was sent by Tang Hao to take care of you."
> "Hao… Is he okay?"
A Yin muttered quietly. After all these years in darkness, Tang Hao and their child were her only hope.
Ye Qiu smiled and said:
> "He's doing fine. Drinks a bit every day…"
> "No! Why should I believe you?" A Yin's heart was filled with suspicion and vigilance.
> "Why don't you take a look yourself?"
Ye Qiu knew her thoughts well. He shared his recent memories—how he and Tang Hao had entered the cave.
Tang Hao asked him to wrap her up… and do it.
A Yin was stunned, seeing the memory of Tang Hao in Ye Qiu's mind. She couldn't believe it.
> "Is that real...? Hao… he's changed."
To make her obedient,
Ye Qiu didn't waste any more breath. He laid out the benefits clearly:
> "Madam, you must've been cold and lonely all these years, right?"
"I can wrap you up now and then, warm you up."
"Let you see the outside world, keep you entertained, and chat with you."
"We could watch little movies…"
"You don't want to never see your husband and child again, do you?"
> "..."
With Ye Qiu's list of temptations,
A Yin finally bit her lip and agreed. She had to cooperate with Ye Qiu—she couldn't let her husband's efforts go to waste.
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Under Tang Hao's watchful eyes,
A Yin suddenly trembled. Her black skin turned into liquid, flying into the air and slowly forming the shape of Ye Qiu.
At this moment, Ye Qiu—
Still looked like venom, choosing to maintain this form since it was less taxing and he could freely change his expressions.
Tang Hao's posture was quite bizarre—kneeling on the ground, both hands on the floor, bent over like a dog, watching Ye Qiu pull himself out of A Yin's body.
> "Ahem…"
Ye Qiu coughed dryly, looking up to avoid making eye contact, giving Tang Hao time to adjust.
Tang Hao glanced sideways at him, then silently corrected his posture.
> "So? Did it go smoothly?"
Tang Hao's voice trembled with excitement.
Ye Qiu had long wanted to uproot A Yin, but he didn't want to make it too obvious.
> "Uncle Hao, yes—it worked. But…"
He suddenly paused, hesitating:
> "But… didn't you want me to accompany her in cultivation? That might slow down my own progress, wouldn't it?"