385. Don't Touch Me

"Damn it! Let me down right now. This is the Zhu family!"

Zhu Zhuyun gritted her teeth, cursing and threatening as she floated in the air, sprawled awkwardly in an ungraceful position.

"And what of it?"

Qian Renjue chuckled lightly. With a wave of his hand, the gentle breeze that had held her suspended began to dissipate. Zhu Zhuyun’s voluptuous figure finally stopped spinning.

He stood just outside her field of vision, his presence exuding immense pressure. Despite her frantic struggles, she couldn’t move or fall to the ground.

"I’ll let you down—so you don’t cause more trouble by running away."

His voice was calm as he took slow steps forward, eventually standing directly in front of her.

"What exactly do you want?!"

Zhu Zhuyun’s face turned red with frustration after her futile attempts to break free. She raised her head to glare at Qian Renjue, though still trapped midair.

Her snowy neck arched, and beneath her disheveled collar, the lace trim of her undergarments peeked out, unable to conceal her well-endowed figure.

Qian Renjue’s gaze swept across her briefly but returned to its usual composure. With a casual wave, he caused her body to spin again.

Realizing what was exposed, Zhu Zhuyun glanced down at herself, and her face flushed with shame and indignation.

"You shameless scoundrel!"

"Not really," Qian Renjue replied, standing at her side, studying her angry profile with mild amusement.

Beautiful things always draw attention, he thought, without a hint of guilt.

From behind a nearby tree, Ling Yuan Douluo emerged and walked to Qian Renjue’s side.

"Your Highness, are you punishing her for Zhuqing’s sake?"

"Not quite."

Qian Renjue shook his head slightly.

Ling Yuan’s curiosity was piqued, but she refrained from asking further questions, confident she would learn soon enough.

Zhu Zhuyun glared at the pair, her cat-like tail lashing anxiously. Despite her bold words, there was a trace of fear in her voice.

"Who exactly are you people? What are you trying to do? Why are you getting close to Zhuqing?"

At the mention of Zhu Zhuqing, Qian Renjue’s lips curled into a faint smile. He reached out, tilting Zhu Zhuyun’s chin so she could face him directly.

"Don’t touch me!"

She struggled furiously, twisting her head in resistance. But with a mere flick of his hand, Qian Renjue forced her to lift her chin, leaving her neck exposed and immobilized.

"Ah!"

Zhu Zhuyun clenched her teeth, glaring furiously at the man and woman before her. The position left her lying flat midair, with her raised head making her already disheveled clothing completely inadequate to cover her ample chest.

Yet Qian Renjue’s gaze was indifferent.

Such displays held little appeal to him. If he wanted something like that, he could easily have far better and far more obedient ones with a mere word.

His smile faded as he tightened his grip on her chin, his deep gaze turning cold and mocking.

"What’s wrong? Are you afraid I’ll hurt Zhuqing? Didn’t you wish for her death?"

"Ugh!"

Zhu Zhuyun bit her lip, her expression a mix of anxiety and defiance.

"So what if I did?!" she spat, glaring at him. "That’s a Zhu family matter! It’s none of your business, you outsiders!"

"Heh."

Qian Renjue chuckled, releasing her chin with an almost dismissive gesture.

"Ugh..."

Zhu Zhuyun let out a muffled grunt as her head snapped back slightly.



"You should be grateful that last night’s assassination attempt didn’t harm Zhuqing, or else…"

As Qian Renjue’s voice trailed off, a triangular object materialized above his brow, glowing faintly in mid-air. It expanded, enveloping the surrounding space entirely.

Seeing the sealed environment, fear finally erupted in Zhu Zhuyun’s eyes.

"What are you trying to do?! Let me down, let me down now!"

"Don’t worry. You’re Zhuqing’s elder sister," Qian Renjue said calmly. "As long as you cooperate, I won’t make things too difficult for you."

Before he finished speaking, his demeanor shifted dramatically. A dark, chilling aura surged from his body, enveloping him entirely.

His tall figure grew even more imposing, his pale skin glimmering eerily. Purple eyes burned crimson, golden hair was frosted with silver, and six black wings unfurled behind him.

The gentle, handsome face was replaced by an icy, emotionless visage. Beneath him, seven soul rings—black, purple, and blood-red—unfurled one by one.

"Ah!"

Zhu Zhuyun opened her mouth but no sound came out, as if her throat had been gripped by an invisible force. Her cat-like pupils locked onto the crimson light emanating from him, filled with disbelief.

"How is this possible? This level of power… it shouldn’t be possible!"

"There’s nothing impossible about it."

Ling Yuan, standing nearby, smirked and took a couple of steps back, watching the scene unfold.

Zhu Zhuyun stared at the transformed Qian Renjue, terror flooding her gaze. At this age, with this kind of power...

"What are you going to do? Don’t touch me, don’t come near me!"

She recoiled, trying to shrink away from his pale, outstretched hand.

"I’m only giving you something," Qian Renjue replied in an emotionless tone.

His cold, slender fingers brushed against the collar of her clothing, slipping to her delicate collarbone. Slowly, he began to pull it apart.

"Ah! Don’t touch me! Get away from me, leave me alone!"

Zhu Zhuyun screamed in desperation, her voice trembling with both shame and panic. Her face, typically brimming with confidence, now displayed a mix of humiliation and helplessness.

She attempted to struggle, only to discover in horror that her limbs were completely immobile.

"No… stop—ah!"

Rip!

Her black garment tore under the force, along with the lace beneath it, exposing a glimpse of the curves beneath her collarbone.

Lowering her head, Zhu Zhuyun bit her lip hard, almost drawing blood. Her body trembled, her cat-like pupils brimming with tears that eventually spilled over.

"Please… don’t touch me!" she pleaded, her voice quivering.

Qian Renjue seemed unfazed by her cries, continuing to pull her clothing aside to reveal one bare shoulder and the edge of her black, strained lace undergarments.

Drip.

A tear fell to the ground. Zhu Zhuyun shut her eyes tightly, clenching her fists in silent despair, her heart filled with overwhelming grief.

Ling Yuan stood silently to the side, frowning slightly. She understood her master well and knew he wasn’t one to behave like a beast.

If Qian Renjue truly desired someone, there were countless women waiting for his favor—herself included.

No matter how attractive this girl might be, she couldn’t rival Ling Yuan’s own charms. And even if she could, the current Qian Renjue, under the influence of his martial spirit, acted devoid of human emotions—brutal, direct, and unyielding.

His crimson eyes remained calm as he scrutinized the half-dressed Zhu Zhuyun. His fingers trailed across her shoulder, stopping as though choosing a precise location.

Zhu Zhuyun’s body trembled, her ears flushed, tears streaking down her face.

"Here seems to be just right," Qian Renjue murmured, pressing his finger against the soft side of her torso, near her underarm.

Hearing his words, Zhu Zhuyun’s heart sank into utter despair. She believed she was about to face the ultimate humiliation under the gaze of an observer.

"You bastard! I won’t forgive you, not even in death—"

Before she could finish her bitter cries, a pitch-black, diamond-shaped crystal materialized at Qian Renjue’s fingertips. It glinted ominously as it moved toward the spot he had chosen.