The Soul Emperor transforms into Soul Charm

The candlelight flickers red, filling the room with spring.

The tassels on the phoenix crown swayed gently, and everything before him was shrouded in a hazy, tender mist of red gauze. The last image that remained in the Soul Emperor's mind the moment he opened his eyes was of Xiao Yan's Xuan Heavy Ruler piercing through his chest. That boy, whom he had once regarded as an ant, had used every means at his disposal, scheming step by step, to finally utterly annihilate him at the pinnacle of that Great Thousand World.

He remembered the anger and resentment he felt before the last fragment of his soul dissipated.

He remembered the frantic struggle he made when he tore open a rift in spacetime with all his soul power.

Did he succeed?

Where is this place...?

The Soul Emperor tried to sit up, but found his body somewhat out of control—not a rejection, but a strange, sluggish feeling. This body was too light, too soft; the bones were so delicate that he felt like a porcelain doll, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch. He could even feel that his breathing was much shallower than before, his chest rising and falling heavily.

His gaze slowly descended, landing on the dazzling phoenix wedding gown. The phoenix, embroidered with gold thread, seemed poised for flight, and the robe was adorned with countless South Sea pearls, each priceless. This was no ordinary wedding dress; it was the gown worn only by the most noble women of the entire Dou Qi Continent.

Then he saw those hands.

Slender as jade, with pearly white fingertips and nails adorned with red nail polish, soft and boneless.

The Soul Emperor's mind went blank for three whole breaths.

wrong.

No, no, no!

He looked down sharply, the tassels on his phoenix crown jingling. He saw the full curves of his chest, and the graceful figure standing beneath his wedding dress. —It was a woman's body, and the body of a woman so young it was outrageous, so beautiful it was breathtaking!

"this……"

His voice, once uttered, transformed into a clear, melodious woman's voice, like the clashing of pearls, carrying a natural coolness and gentleness. The Soul Emperor trembled violently; memories deep within his soul surged wildly, and an utterly absurd possibility exploded within him.

When he traversed time and space, his soul power was completely exhausted, leaving him powerless to choose a target to possess. And now, this body… this body…

Ancient clan, Xiao Xun'er.

Xiao Yan's childhood sweetheart, the young lady of the ancient clan, the woman who was devoted to Xiao Yan from beginning to end!

Before the Soul Emperor could process this shocking reality, the door creaked open.

The flickering red candlelight cast a tall, slender silhouette.

The man was dressed in a bright red wedding robe, the gold thread patterns shimmering like dragon scales in the candlelight. He stood tall and straight as a pine tree, his face sharply defined, the youthful naiveté gone, replaced by the composure and sharpness of a powerful ruler. In his deep black eyes, burning passion and unwavering love intertwined, like ink that could not be dissolved, or a raging fire that could not be extinguished.

Xiao Yan.

The Soul Emperor would never forget this face, not even in death.

But at this moment, Xiao Yan showed no murderous intent, no wariness whatsoever. A gentle smile played on his lips, and his eyes held a deep, almost meltingly passionate affection. He walked over step by step, the hem of his red robe brushing lightly across the carpet, the candlelight casting a warm glow upon him.

"Xun'er".

This soft call made the Soul Emperor freeze.

He should have acted immediately. Regardless of the body's condition, he should have attacked—directly using his soul to forcibly seize control of the body, and then kill Xiao Yan while he was off guard. He, the Soul Emperor, had roamed the Dou Qi Continent for hundreds of years; what storms hadn't he weathered? A woman's body, even if temporarily trapped, shouldn't have caused him to lose his composure.

However, the moment Xiao Yan's fingers touched his chin, an unprecedented electric current exploded from that point of contact, spreading along his fair neck all the way down his spine.

The Soul Emperor was stunned.

The sensitivity of this body far exceeded his imagination. The bloodline power of the ancient clan's young lady was already among the most powerful in the world, and her body, tempered through countless trials, possessed incredibly acute senses in every inch of her skin. And now, amplified by the emotions and atmosphere of their wedding night, this sensitivity was magnified to the extreme.

Xiao Yan gently lifted his chin with his fingers. The gesture was gentle yet irresistible, conveying a sense of natural intimacy and possessiveness.

"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Yan leaned down, his hot breath brushing against the ear of Soul Emperor—no, Xiao Xun'er—his voice low and gentle, "You've been absent-minded since just now, could it be that you're having second thoughts?"

The Soul Emperor wanted to speak, to tell him who he was, to mock the boy's foolishness, to humiliate him with the most vicious words, and then launch a soul attack while the boy was in shock.

But he couldn't speak.

Because Xiao Yan's lips had already covered his, gently and tenderly capturing his lips.

In that instant, it was as if countless thunderbolts exploded in the Soul Emperor's mind.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before. Warm, soft, with the clean scent unique to a young man, gently swirling and sucking, like savoring the most precious nectar in the world. Xiao Yan's kissing technique was not rough, but rather carried an unbelievable patience and reverence, as if he were kissing the most precious treasure in the world.

The Soul Emperor's body involuntarily went limp.

This was not his own will, but rather the body's instinctive reaction. Xiao Xun'er's love for Xiao Yan was deeply ingrained, etched into her soul. Even though the soul of the Soul Emperor was currently controlling this body, it would still unconsciously respond to all of the other's actions.

"Hmm..."

A soft groan escaped from his throat, and the Soul Emperor's eyes widened in disbelief that it was his own voice.

Xiao Yan seemed quite satisfied with his reaction, chuckled softly, and slid his fingertips down his chin to his neck, gently caressing the delicate skin there. The red candles flickered, and the temperature in the entire room seemed to rise countless degrees in an instant.

"Xun'er, you look so beautiful today."

Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse with emotion. He wrapped his other arm around the Soul Emperor's waist, pulling him close. The layers of wedding dress seemed to separate them without any barrier. The Soul Emperor could feel the warmth of Xiao Yan's chest, hear his strong heartbeat, and smell the faint medicinal fragrance and youthful masculinity emanating from him.

That shouldn't be the case.

That shouldn't be the case.

He should break free, he should fight back, he should...

Xiao Yan's kiss landed again, deeper, heavier, and more irresistible than before. His tongue pried open her teeth, plundering deep inside. The Soul Emperor's soul roared and struggled, but her body shamefully went limp, even unconsciously raising her arms to encircle Xiao Yan's neck.

betray.

This was a complete betrayal. His body was betraying him, his reactions were betraying him, and every cell in his body belonging to Xiao Xun'er was sweetly responding to Xiao Yan's love. This feeling filled the Soul Emperor with shame and rage, yet beyond shame and rage, a strange, unfamiliar feeling arose that made him extremely uneasy.

That's pleasure.

A pure, soul-stirring, goosebump-inducing pleasure.

A master's body is inherently the most sensitive magical artifact. Xiao Xun'er's cultivation level is among the top in the younger generation of the ancient clan. A body of this level, once its vital parts are touched, will feel ten or even a hundred times more intensely than that of an ordinary person. And at this moment, Xiao Yan is using the gentlest, most tender, and most intimate method to ignite all the senses in this body inch by inch.

The Soul Emperor's breathing became rapid and erratic, his chest heaving more and more violently. The neckline of his wedding dress had slightly opened due to his earlier movements, revealing a patch of snow-white skin. Without his own notice, his eyes had become misty, and a captivating blush had risen on his cheeks.

Xiao Yan released his lips, stepped back slightly, and when he saw his appearance, his eyes suddenly turned deep.

"Xun'er," Xiao Yan's voice was even hoarse, filled with suppressed desire and restrained tenderness, "I love you."

Just those three words.

These three simple words struck the Soul Emperor's soul like a heavy hammer.

He sensed it.

He felt the body tremble when it heard those three words, felt his heart pounding uncontrollably, felt his blood surging and burning, and felt an uncontrollable warm current rising from his lower abdomen and spreading to his limbs and bones.

This wasn't his feeling, but he could clearly sense every single detail.

Xiao Yan gently laid him down on the red silk-covered wedding bed, the longans and dates scattered on the bed making soft, crunching sounds. Layers of red gauze curtains hung down, enveloping the two in a private and ambiguous space. The flickering candlelight filtered through the gauze curtains, creating an indistinct effect, as if the whole world consisted only of the two people before them.

The Soul Emperor lay on his back, his phoenix crown askew, tassels scattered haphazardly on the pillow. He watched Xiao Yan lean down, watching him slowly undress his wedding gown, watching his skin gradually exposed to the candlelight.

He wanted to rebel.

He really wanted to.

But that yearning rising from the depths of his soul, belonging to this body, was frantically eroding his will. This body craved Xiao Yan's touch, craved his warmth, craved to be filled by him. That yearning wasn't his own, yet it influenced him constantly, like a pot of warm water slowly boiling him, like a frog.

When Xiao Yan's hand covered his waist, the Soul Emperor suddenly arched his body, and a suppressed whimper escaped from his throat.

"ah……"

His voice was so soft and seductive that even he himself couldn't believe it.

Xiao Yan chuckled softly, his laughter filled with doting affection and pride. He leaned down and left a deep, red kiss mark on the Soul Emperor's collarbone, like some ancient mark, imbued with a strong sense of possessiveness.

"mine."

His tone was soft, yet undeniable.

The Soul Emperor's soul screamed, cursed, and attacked the man pressing down on him with the most vicious language. But at the same time, his body responded even more passionately. His waist arched involuntarily, his legs spread involuntarily, his arms wrapped tightly around Xiao Yan's neck, and his eyes gazed dreamily at the face he hated to the core.

hatred.

He hates this person.

However, the moment Xiao Yan entered his body, all the hatred turned into a white light and exploded in his mind.

That feeling—

That cannot be described in words.

It was a resonance between two souls in the utmost intimacy. Xiao Xun'er's love for Xiao Yan was ingrained in her very bones. The moment their bodies were completely united, Xiao Yan's love, his tenderness, his possessiveness, along with his soul's essence, poured into the Soul Emperor's perception without reservation.

He felt Xiao Yan's deep love for Xiao Xun'er, that unreserved, burning emotion that was willing to give everything for her, so pure that it made his soul tremble.

He sensed Xiao Yan's contentment and happiness at that moment, the satisfaction of marrying the love of his life, and the mad longing to meld the person in his arms into his very bones.

He also felt... a strange resonance of souls.

That is the highest realm that belongs only to dual cultivation. The two people's blood and qi merge and their souls resonate. Under this ultimate intimacy, everything about each other is revealed to the other without reservation.

The Soul Emperor never knew that the fusion of souls could be more intoxicating and soul-stirring than physical union.

The instant Xiao Yan's soul aura intertwined with his soul fragments, he felt as if he had been thrown into a sea of ​​clouds high in the heavens, or as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. A tingling sensation surged from the deepest part of his spine, spreading to his limbs and bones, and then gathering in his mind, transforming into wave after wave of chilling shivers.

"Um……"

He couldn't control his voice.

Xiao Yan paused, looked down at his watery eyes, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, and then moved even more violently.

The room was filled only with heavy breathing and soft moans, accompanied by the occasional crackling of the red candles. The bright red wedding dress was pulled down to her waist, revealing half of her snow-white shoulder, covered with messy and ambiguous hickeys, like some kind of silent poem.

The Soul Emperor felt he was going crazy.

His reason screamed at him that this man was his mortal enemy, that he had returned to kill this boy, and that he was not Xiao Xun'er, but the Soul Emperor! He was the ruler of the Dou Qi Continent! He was…

"Xun'er..."

Xiao Yan whispered in his ear, and the deep affection and greed in his voice made the Soul Emperor's heart clench.

"Call me."

The Soul Emperor opened his mouth, wanting to say "Go to hell," wanting to say "I will definitely kill you." But what came out were words he himself couldn't understand—

"Brother Yan..."

Xiao Yan's movements suddenly stopped, then became even more frantic, almost crushing the Soul Emperor in his arms.

In that instant, the Soul Emperor's consciousness fell into complete oblivion.

He stopped thinking about hatred, plans, and who he was. He only knew that waves of pleasure surged up, overwhelming him. His fingers dug into Xiao Yan's hair, his legs wrapped around Xiao Yan's waist, and his lips met Xiao Yan's, their tongues entwining.

The soul trembles, burns, and emits a mesmerizing lament.

That was a feeling he had never experienced before. As the Soul Emperor, he pursued power, domination, and the ability to trample the entire Dou Qi Continent under his feet. He had never experienced the feeling of completely surrendering himself to another person, nor had he ever felt the ultimate satisfaction of having his body and soul filled at the same time.

turn out to be……

So this is why Xiao Xun'er stood by Xiao Yan's side so uncomplainingly?

So this is what they call...love?

No, that's not right. He doesn't love Xiao Yan; he hates him! He wishes he could tear him to pieces!

But why...?

Why is his body so happy?

Why is his soul trembling so much?

Why did he feel an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and emptiness when Xiao Yan released himself into his body?

Two diametrically opposed emotions collided violently within the Soul Emperor's soul. On one side was a deep-seated hatred and humiliation, and on the other, an irresistible pleasure and decadence that neither body nor soul could resist. He was torn apart by these two forces, constantly rising and falling in the tides of ecstasy, almost completely losing himself.

The night is long.

The red candles burned all night.

As the first rays of dawn shone through the paper window into the room, Soul Emperor, his eyes half-closed, leaned weakly against Xiao Yan's chest. His wedding dress had completely fallen apart, revealing a body covered in hickeys, and the red silk on the bed was in disarray, like a richly colored painting.

Xiao Yan's breathing had become steady. He looked down at the person in his arms, his eyes filled with an almost drowning tenderness. He gently brushed aside the sweat-dampened hair on the Soul Emperor's forehead and placed a kiss on his brow.

"Go to sleep, I'm here."

The Soul Emperor did not answer.

He closed his eyes, feeling the fullness and soreness deep within his body, feeling the warmth of Xiao Yan's body temperature through his skin, and feeling the insatiable heart still pressed against his chest.

He felt he must be going crazy.

Because at this moment, he actually had a tiny, almost imperceptible—

Reluctant to part with it.

No.

No, no, no.

He abruptly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in those exquisitely beautiful eyes that belonged to Xiao Xun'er. The Soul Emperor screamed inwardly, crushing that strange tenderness to shreds.

He is the Soul Emperor. He has returned to kill Xiao Yan. He will absolutely not succumb to such absurd lust.

But just as he was preparing to gather his soul power and launch a fatal attack while Xiao Yan was off guard—

He paused.

Because he discovered it.

His soul power, in this short night of fusion, actually developed an irreversible resonance with this body. Xiao Xun'er's body was accepting his soul, and his soul was also being subtly assimilated by this body.

He possessed Xiao Xun'er's body.

Conversely, Xiao Xun'er is also trying to possess him.

This is an unprecedented paradox. Two souls are constantly intertwined, merging, fighting, and then fusing within this body, devouring and assimilating each other. The consciousness of the Soul Emperor and Xiao Xun'er's body are irreversibly merging into one, while Xiao Xun'er's deep love for Xiao Yan is gradually seeping into the soul of the Soul Emperor.

He sensed it.

He felt an uncontrollable, irrepressible dependence and longing for the man beside him.

That wasn't his own idea at all, yet it's becoming his.

Soul Emperor abruptly broke free from Xiao Yan's embrace, staggering back to the corner of the bed. The red silk sheet slipped off his body, revealing a body covered in hickeys. He stared intently at Xiao Yan, who had already opened his eyes. In those eyes that belonged to Xiao Xun'er, a strange light flickered simultaneously—a light that was both icy and tender.

Two lights swirled and tore at each other wildly in his pupils, just like his heart at that moment, caught in an unprecedented and absurd internal war.

Xiao Yan was only slightly taken aback, then revealed a deep smile that was both confused and infinitely gentle.

"Xun'er? What's wrong?"

He reached out, wanting to pull the Soul Emperor back into his arms.

The Soul Emperor stared at the hand reaching towards him, remembering how that hand had gently yet domineeringly caressed every inch of his skin the night before. His body yearned for that hand's touch, but his soul was filled with fear, rejection, and screams for him to flee.

But he couldn't escape.

This body belongs to Xiao Xun'er, and every cell in this body is desperately craving Xiao Yan.

He hates him.

But his body loves him.

His soul was screaming, but it was being gradually tainted, eroded, and devoured by Xiao Xun'er's love for Xiao Yan.

Soul Emperor took a deep breath, letting Xiao Yan pull him back into his arms, burying his face in Xiao Yan's chest, not letting the other see the madness and struggle in his eyes.

His hand, out of Xiao Yan's sight, slowly tightened its grip on the bed sheet.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

He told himself this over and over again.

It was just a slip-up.

He will come back.

He will come back and destroy this boy, along with everything he has.

But this time—

As Xiao Yan's fingers ran through his hair, gently combing through the messy strands, his body involuntarily pressed closer to Xiao Yan's embrace.

Just for a fleeting moment.

It only lasted for a moment.

He felt a sense of "peace of mind".

Then he cursed himself in his heart:

Soul Emperor, you've truly gone mad.