Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The woman in the red dress covered her swollen nose and curled up on the ground. Her once alluring red dress was now wrinkled and looked as if she had just been fished out of a pickled vegetable jar.

Although she had been beaten, she still stubbornly refused to admit it, forcing herself to raise her head. In her peach blossom eyes, which were exactly the same as Su Chang'an's, she managed to squeeze out a sinister sneer.

"Keep hitting! Keep hitting!"

The woman in the red veil spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, her finger trembling as she pointed to the endless ruins around her, her voice shrill: "So what if you shatter me? Look here! Look at this sea of ​​consciousness!"

"These are all my masterpieces!"

As if trying to regain some ground, she laughed wildly, shouting at the top of her lungs, "That unfilial son... oh no, that love-struck fool, I've already ruined him! Day and night, I've been gnawing away at his Dao heart. Even if you, the real culprit, come back, you'll only be inheriting a mess!"

Su Chang'an ignored her shouting.

She simply stood with her hands behind her back, her gaze calmly sweeping over this devastated world.

The ground beneath our feet was scorched black, riddled with bottomless ravines, as if some enormous creature had plowed it over and over again.

The air wasn't filled with the sweet, seductive scent that one would expect from a demon, but rather with a suffocating smell of rust, and... despair.

Su Chang'an took two steps forward and stopped in front of a huge crack.

She crouched down and reached out to touch the scorched earth.

A sharp pain shot through my fingertips.

That was the lingering sword intent.

Decisive, ruthless, and leaving no room for compromise.

This is Chen Xuan's sword intent.

Su Chang'an stood up, dusted off his hands, turned around, and looked at the still-talking inner demon with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

"Your masterpiece?"

Su Chang'an sneered, the disdain in his eyes more hurtful than the slap he had just received.

"You? You think you can destroy him?"

The woman in the red veil's laughter abruptly stopped, her face flushed red like a chicken being choked: "What do you mean? I am his inner demon! He is his deepest fear and desire! Of course I can..."

You can't.

Su Chang'an interrupted her, his tone as calm as if stating a fact: "That unfilial son was raised by me. I know his temper better than anyone else."

She slowly walked up to the woman in the red veil, looking down at the face that was exactly like her own.

"He was three years old when his own father dug out his bones and threw him into that dark, godforsaken place, yet he didn't go crazy."

"At eighteen, he dared to stab the emperor's son with a broken sword for my sake, this 'monster,' and he wasn't afraid at all."

"Later, in order to save me, he swallowed blood crystals and transformed himself into something neither human nor ghost, without even flinching."

Su Chang'an bent down and gently lifted the chin of the woman in the red veil with his fingers. The movement was frivolous, but his eyes were icy cold.

"No one in this world could drive such a fanatical madman insane except himself."

"Not to mention a fake like you who can only pose and has nothing good to offer except for that face."

The woman in the red veil turned deathly pale instantly, her eyes darting around in a panic, her lips trembling as she tried to retort, but she couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Su Chang'an let go and wiped his hands on his clothes with disgust.

She pointed to the shocking ravines around her, her voice suddenly rising, carrying a sharp, penetrating quality.

"Open your fox eyes and see clearly!"

"Which of these scars was inflicted by you?"

"He clearly cut it himself!"

Su Chang'an took a step forward, his imposing aura forcing the woman in the red veil to shrink back.

"He misses me, but he also knows you're a fake."

"Whenever he can't help but want to indulge in the illusions you've created, he stabs himself."

"Use the most painful method to wake yourself up."

"These ruins are not your spoils at all."

Su Chang'an sneered repeatedly, each word piercing the heart: "This is his execution ground! These are the scars he bore from self-inflicted torture day and night, trying to hold onto that last bit of hope he had for me!"

The woman in the red veil collapsed completely to the ground.

Her proud "achievements," the last fig leaf she used to maintain her dignity, were ruthlessly torn off by Su Chang'an, thrown on the ground, and stomped on several times.

"You...you're talking nonsense..." Her voice was weak, but she was still making a last-ditch effort.

"Am I talking nonsense?"

Su Chang'an squatted down, a wicked smile appearing on his stunningly beautiful face, like a cat that had caught a mouse by the tail.

"Then tell me, if you're so capable, why are you doing so poorly?"

"Your spirit looks as weak as paper; it's probably been a long time since you've absorbed his essence."

Su Chang'an reached out and patted the woman in the red veil's cheek lightly, making a crisp sound.

"He kept you alive because of your face; he couldn't bear to kill you."

"But he hates you because you have this face, but it's not mine."

"You parade around in front of him every day looking like me, thinking you can seduce him, but what's the result?"

Su Chang'an leaned close to her ear and said in a light, airy voice, "In his eyes, you're just a clumsy actress."

"Not only did you fail to control him, you became his punching bag, didn't you?"

This statement was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The resentment and bitterness in the woman's eyes completely crumbled in that instant.

Instead, there was endless grievance.

The feeling of having your secrets exposed and losing even the last bit of face.

Her lips began to tremble violently, and her originally alluring features were now twisted into an extremely comical crying face.

Her eyes were brimming with tears, and she couldn't hold them back any longer.

"Wow--!!!"

A deafening wail suddenly erupted in this deathly silent sea of ​​consciousness.

The woman in the red veil actually opened her mouth wide and burst into loud sobs, just like a three-year-old child who had suffered a great injustice.

Tears and snot instantly covered his face. All his dignity as a demon and his pretentious villainy vanished in an instant.

She cried and pounded the ground with her fists, kicking her legs wildly, completely throwing a tantrum.

"Waaaaah... You're bullying me! Your whole family is bullying me!"

"This is so hard! It's really so hard!"

Su Chang'an was stunned by this sudden turn of events and stood there dumbfounded.

Her raised hand froze in mid-air; she couldn't decide whether to hit her or coax her, and her expression was a complex mix of emotions.

This...this script is wrong!

They were just acting like they were going to die, how come they're suddenly giving up?

The woman in the red veil didn't care what Su Chang'an thought; all she wanted to do now was vent her frustration.

The grievances I've suffered over the past few years are even deeper than this sea of ​​consciousness.

"Do you think I want to be this damn inner demon? Waaaaah..."

She wiped away her tears as she pointed at Su Chang'an and accused him, sobbing uncontrollably.

"That pervert! That lunatic!"

"When I was born, I also wanted to do something big! I wanted to devour it, I wanted to be the boss!"

"But what about him? Waaaaah..."

The woman in the red veil was sobbing uncontrollably, and snot bubbles were coming out of her nose.

"I was dressed so scantily and dancing in front of him, I was practically dancing myself to the bone! And he didn't even glance at me!"

"He's right there wiping his sword! Wiping that broken sword!"

"I moved a little closer, wanting to warm his bed, and he swung a sword strike that nearly cleaved me in two!"

"Waaaaah... What kind of man is this? I'm a demon in my heart! I came here to seduce him, not to be his punching bag!"

Su Chang'an's lips twitched as he listened.

Although I knew my son was straight, I never imagined he would go to such an outrageous degree.

How could anyone bring themselves to hurt her with that face on their face?

"besides!"

The woman in the red veil became more and more animated as she spoke, as if she wanted to pour out all the bitterness of her life.

"Sometimes when he's drunk, he'll hug me and cry, calling your name."

"I thought my chance had come, and I was just about to take advantage of the situation when he sobered up, saw me lying in his arms, and threw me far away without saying a word!"

"They even called me dirty! Said I didn't deserve to use this face!"

"Waaaah... Am I being wronged? Did I get to choose my own face? I was born exactly as he envisioned me!"

The woman in the red veil cried her heart out, pointing at Su Chang'an and yelling, "Now look what's happened, you, the real deal, are back!"

"I just wanted to show off a little, didn't I? I just wanted to save face a bit, didn't I?"

"You hit me right away! And you slapped me in the face!"

"Are you two crazy? Are you here specifically to bring me bad luck?"

"I quit! Let whoever wants to be this inner demon be it! I'm running away from home! Waaaaah..."

Looking at the "self" in front of him, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, completely losing his composure, Su Chang'an felt his head buzzing.

She had prepared a whole speech, intending to use profound principles to completely subdue this inner demon.

Now things are fine.

They just lay down and let themselves be mocked, and they even cried so miserably.

How could she, as the "mother-in-law," possibly bring herself to do it again?

Su Chang'an sighed and rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

She figured it out.

This inner demon was indeed driven mad by that rebellious son, Chen Xuan.

Rather than a demon in his heart, it was more like a punching bag that Chen Xuan raised in his sea of ​​consciousness, a tool to prove how "chaste" he was.

"Alright, stop howling."

Su Chang'an kicked the woman in red's leg in annoyance, "You're making a headache."

The woman in the red veil sobbed for a moment, then secretly glanced at Su Chang'an. Seeing that she seemed to have no intention of making any more moves, she slowly stopped crying.

But it was still twitching, looking pitiful.