Chaotic World Book Chapter 1058: 845: Why Can't I Make a Move on You?

Chapter 1058: Chapter 845: Why Can’t I Make a Move on You?

“Are you willing to trust?” Ye Jiuyou said ambiguously, but the cold smile on her face finally disappeared.

Zhao Changhe locked his soul, his body still besieged by dark, deadly energy, feeling extrely uncomfortable, his face green and lips white as he endured.

Ye Jiuyou reached out and beckoned him to her side, quietly observing his discomfort for a long ti, yet ultimately said nothing, simply placing her hand on him, sensing the death energy tangling with his blood and flesh, slightly changing.

Of course, Zhao Changhe did not boast; he had seriously studied the transformation between death energy and life energy, aided by the Heavenly Book’s Life’s page, truly skilled in this domain. However, being capable is one thing; he had never truly applied it, as the main reason for his study was to understand Ye Jiuyou’s thods, to avoid instant death upon eting.

Starting from the Blood Demon Undying Body, to dual cultivation with Huangfu Qing on Vermilion Bird’s Life and Death Intent, and then recently helping Piaomiao shape her body, his study of Life Force had beco quite proficient, capable even of independently breaking down the “Command” aspect. At this mont, Ye Jiuyou’s death energy entered his body, Zhao Changhe’s body instinctively resisted and reversed, forming a typical conflict and rotation of vitality and death energy, resembling a feeling very akin to Tai Chi.

At the sa ti, the aura Ye Jiuyou injected also had typical Shadow Power, although she was no longer skilled in wielding this, the skill remained, subconsciously in use.

Then it beca evident, this shadow mixed inside Zhao Changhe, seeming to gradually be absorbed as his own, without conflict.

The reason was nothing other than his Night Sky Intent.

Night Sky inherently lacks light; light cos from the stars, belonging to the newcors. If the stars are all obscured, it becos a pitch-black curtain of night and primal shadow—as compared to the change between life and death, Zhao Changhe had been utilizing this aspect more frequently—previously often using the Galaxy Sword for sneak attacks, it employed this intent; the Galaxy’s sneak attacks were silent, not inferior to Destruction.

A wisp of darkness entering the night, naturally aningless, completely like a mud ox entering the sea.

This gloomy intent was not entirely consistent with Ye Jiuyou’s; it belonged to Ye Wuming. Clearly all was night, yet one was lifeless desolation, another hidden with vitality, as if life gradually grew within the darkness.

Ye Jiuyou contemplated with a serious face, Zhao Changhe’s heart too stirred.

From this perspective, Ye Jiuyou indeed seed more akin to being prior to Ye Wuming, a more original form… When chaos received illumination, night gained stars, and lifelessness acquired vitality, that was the second stage.

The two were not opposed, but a process of evolution and transformation.

Ye Jiuyou really might be the elder sister… not the once assud malicious thought detached from Ye Wuming; certainly not.

Ye Jiuyou withdrew her hand, gazing at a cluster of black energy in her palm, pondering deeply.

Although not directly mastering the darkness again, it must be admitted it provided substantial inspiration. If she continued down this path, re-commanding it in the future would no longer adhere to its original concept.

During the study, she continued injecting dark power and death energy throughout the process, Zhao Changhe sweating profusely, extrely uncomfortable, yet remained silent. At this juncture, drawing the powers away, Zhao Changhe’s complexion appeared deathly pale, like a corpse.

Ye Jiuyou gradually retracted the black energy into her body, then raised her gaze to Zhao Changhe again, suddenly saying, “Actually, this pale look suits you better than usual.”

Zhao Changhe smiling wryly: “Your aesthetics… Should I say you have a necrophilia?”

Ye Jiuyou: “…”

Zhao Changhe blinked: “Or rather, you hope I beco as pale as you, thinking we then match better?”

Previously, Zhao Changhe rarely teased her, if at all, occasionally with malice; this remark seed his first genuine, voluntary teasing. Ye Jiuyou glanced at him anew: “Voluntarily becoming the experint subject, yet now showing unwillingness with face-saving verbal retaliation, isn’t it childish?”

Zhao Changhe replied: “Who knows who’s childish. Your study doesn’t necessitate continuous injection, yet you purposely torture , delighting internally at my discomfort with a green face and white lips?”

Ye Jiuyou coolly: “For a fool voluntarily placing their life and death in others’ hands, I’m rely warning him of any consequences. I don’t kill you, nor control you, can’t I at least tornt you?”

Zhao Changhe responded: “My debt to you is repaid, the thought is fulfilled, this should suffice. If you continue tornting , it becos your debt to ; what’s strange about my verbal retaliation… Aren’t you afraid I’ll bear grudges and retaliate against you later?”

Ye Jiuyou smiled faintly: “Now I’m weaker than before; if you gather those won of yours to deal with , I might be a bit fearful. But not only did you do nothing, but you also voluntarily ca to strengthen . Once my achievent is complete, I won’t even fear Ye Wuming; how could you retaliate then?”

Zhao Changhe didn’t answer, instead asked: “May I ask, knowing I’m aiding you, why do you deliberately tornt ?”

Ye Jiuyou coolly: “I’ve always been an evil person; killing and corpse abuse are re routine; tornting people is strange?”

Zhao Changhe said: “Isn’t it deliberate provocation, wanting distant relations later?”

Such a narcissistic statent, Ye Jiuyou surprisingly didn’t mock but fell silent.

The tornt was indeed intentional… But not to distance their relations, instead because Ye Jiuyou found herself confused and unresolved as to why you’re helping .

In theory, we’re still adversaries, representing opposing ideologies, even reality Guanglong has been troubling your Great Han, no close relationship worth gambling help.