bullyxtreme V.5.04. Xuanyi (4)
V.5.04. Xuanyi (4)
Li Xuanyi’s gaze lingers on the tray, the bowls resting quietly within it, their surface reflecting the dim candlelight.The faint steam rises, carrying a bitter scent that needs no explanation.
He lowers his eyes slightly, studying it without urgency.
Xue Rong kneels slowly, placing the tray on the cold stone floor beside him.
The soft clink of porcelain echoes faintly in the chamber.
Her hands pause for a moment above the bowls, as if gathering strength.
Then she reaches forward and lifts one carefully.
The liquid trembles slightly with her movement, betraying the steadiness she tries to maintain.
She brings it closer to him, her fingers tightening around the edge of the bowl.
For a brief moment, she cannot meet his eyes.
Li Xuanyi watches her quietly, his expression calm, almost indifferent.
The chains shift slightly as he adjusts his posture, allowing himself to lean forward just enough.
Xue Rong inhales softly, then raises the bowl toward his lips.
Her movements are gentle, controlled, as if afraid that any force might break the fragile moment.
“Drink,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
Li Xuanyi does not resist.
He lowers his head slightly and drinks from the bowl she holds.
The liquid touches his lips, then passes into his mouth, bitter and heavy.
He swallows without hesitation.
Not a single drop is refused.
Xue Rong’s hands tremble as she tilts the bowl, ensuring he drinks all of it.
Her eyes remain fixed on him now, unable to look away.
Every movement, every swallow, carves deeper into her expression.
When the bowl empties, she slowly pulls it back.
Her fingers tighten, as if afraid she might drop it.
For a moment, neither of them speaks.
The silence returns, thick and suffocating.
Then she lowers the empty bowl back onto the tray.
The sound is soft, yet it lingers.
Her hands remain there, resting against the edge of the tray.
She does not move away.
Li Xuanyi exhales slowly, his breathing steady despite what he has just consumed.
The bitterness lingers on his tongue, but his face shows no reaction.
His eyes remain on her, calm, unwavering.
Xue Rong’s shoulders tremble faintly, though she forces herself to remain composed.
The task is not yet finished.
She reaches for another bowl.
Her fingers hesitate for only a moment before lifting it.
The same motion repeats, yet feels heavier than before.
She brings it toward him again, closer this time.
Her voice does not come out now.
There are no more words left between them.
Li Xuanyi leans forward once more, accepting it without question.
He drinks again.
And she continues to hold the bowl steady, even as her hands begin to shake more visibly.
The chamber remains silent, filled only with the quiet sound of swallowing and breath.
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The poison enters him, bowl by bowl, carried by her hands.
And neither of them stops.
Within his body, a faint current stirs, the last trace of his cultivated inner qi resisting the spread of poison.
It gathers weakly, holding the toxin at bay for a fleeting moment.
Li Xuanyi lifts his gaze toward Xue Rong, his eyes calmer than before.
“I want to put my head on your lap,” he says quietly.
“While you sing, and fall asleep like before.”
Xue Rong stiffens, her hands tightening unconsciously around the bowl.
She shakes her head, her voice strained.
“They will not free you.”
Li Xuanyi rolls his eyes faintly, as if dismissing something trivial.
“I do not need their permission.”
The chains creak softly as his body shifts.
Four iron hooks pierce through him, one through each arm and thigh, biting deep into bone.
They hold him suspended, unyielding and cruel.
For a brief moment, everything stills.
Then he moves.
With a sudden twist of force, his body jerks violently to one side.
A sharp crack echoes as the chain on his right arm rips free from the wall.
Stone fractures outward, dust scattering into the air.
Xue Rong stumbles back slightly, shock flooding her face.
“What are you doing?”
Before she can react further, the iron door bursts open.
Heavy footsteps thunder into the chamber.
Shen Weiming, Ji Ming, Kong Yi, Li Jin Xuan, and Su Qinrou rush inside with armed guards behind them.
Their expressions freeze at the sight before them.
Ji Ming recovers first, his voice cutting through the air.
“Kill him!”
Li Xuanyi does not wait.
He twists again, tearing free another chain with brutal force.
Metal snaps, the sound ringing harshly in the confined space.
Ignoring the hooks still embedded in his flesh, he moves.
In a single breath, he crosses the distance.
The guards barely react before he strikes.
His movements are precise, controlled, and each blow lands with devastating accuracy.
Five guards collapse almost instantly, their bodies losing strength as they fall.
They do not die, but they cannot stand.
Ji Ming charges forward, fury blazing in his eyes.
Li Xuanyi meets him without hesitation.
His hand strikes, not to kill, but to cripple.
The attack lands on Ji Ming’s nerves, disrupting the flow within his body.
Ji Ming staggers, his strength draining rapidly as he collapses.
Shen Weiming and Kong Yi move together, attempting to restrain him.
Li Xuanyi turns, his strikes swift and deliberate.
Each movement targets a precise point.
Their bodies seize, pain spreading through their limbs as control slips away.
They fall, unable to rise properly.
None of them understands what has been done.
Only that something within them has been broken.
Li Xuanyi does not pursue further.
He turns back, walking slowly toward Xue Rong.
Blood drips behind him, marking each step across the stone floor.
He stops beside her, his voice calm once more.
“Get out.”
The three struggle to stand, confusion and pain evident in their faces.
They do not yet understand the damage inflicted upon them.
Li Jin Xuan looks at him, a trace of disbelief in his eyes.
“Cousin, you could have left long ago.”
Li Xuanyi glances at him briefly, his expression unchanged.
“I am tired.”
“I want to die in peace.”
“So all of you, get out.”
Silence lingers for a moment.
They exchange uncertain glances, weighing what stands before them.
Then, one by one, they retreat.
The guards follow, dragging the injured with them.
The iron door closes heavily behind them.
The chamber returns to silence.
Li Xuanyi walks slowly toward the wall and lowers himself to the ground.
His movements are heavier now, the poison beginning to press through his fading control.
He leans back against the cold stone, exhaling softly.
Then he pats the ground beside him.
“Come sit.”
Xue Rong stands frozen for a moment, shock still lingering in her eyes.
Slowly, she moves.
She sits beside him, her posture stiff, uncertain.
Li Xuanyi shifts slightly, then lowers himself.
He rests his head gently on her lap.
His eyes lift, looking up at her face.
Xue Rong hesitates, then asks softly, “Why didn’t you escape?”
Li Xuanyi gives a faint smile, tired yet unforced.
“I told you, I am tired.”
His gaze lingers on her face, studying her quietly.
Time has changed her, softened some edges, deepened others.
She has grown more mature, yet her beauty has only become more striking.
Slowly, he raises his hand, the motion heavy, strained.
His palm is torn, wounds deep enough to reveal bone beneath broken flesh.
Still, he reaches her.
His blood-stained fingers brush against her cheek, tracing it with surprising gentleness.
Xue Rong’s eyes tremble, pity rising within them as she does not pull away.
Instead, she lifts her hand and holds his palm against her face.
For a moment, neither speaks.
Then Li Xuanyi slowly withdraws his hand.
A faint smear of blood remains on her skin.
He looks at her, his voice quiet.
“Sing.”
Xue Rong inhales shakily, then begins.
Her voice emerges soft, unsteady at first, then slowly finds its rhythm.
She caresses his head as she sings, her fingers moving gently through his hair.
Each touch is careful, as if afraid he might break beneath it.
Li Xuanyi closes his eyes.
The world around him fades, leaving only her voice and her touch.
His breath grows slower.
The poison spreads deeper within him, beyond the reach of his fading qi.
Strength leaves him with each passing second.
Life slips away, quiet and inevitable.
He does not resist.
He lets it happen.
Her voice continues, filling the silent chamber with something fragile and fleeting.
When the song ends, silence returns.
Li Xuanyi opens his eyes with effort, his vision dim and unfocused.
His lips move slightly.
“I am leaving.”
Xue Rong’s composure breaks.
Tears fall freely as she lowers her head, her voice catching in her throat.
Then suddenly, something changes.
Li Xuanyi’s eyes widen.
A spark returns, sharp and unexpected.
Energy flickers within his fading gaze.
“Looks like I am not going to die.”
Xue Rong freezes, unable to understand what he means.
Before she can react, his body begins to dissolve.
Light breaks from him, scattering into countless tiny points.
They resemble fireflies, glowing softly in the dim chamber.
The chains fall empty as his form vanishes completely.
The lights drift forward, moving toward the iron door.
They slip through its narrow gaps, escaping into the corridor beyond.
Xue Rong jolts forward, shock replacing grief.
She rushes toward the door.
At that moment, it is pushed open from the outside.
Two guards step in, startled by what they see.
Behind them, Li Jin Xuan appears, his brows drawn together.
“Why did fireflies come out of the room?”
Beside him, Su Qinrou steps forward, her gaze sweeping the chamber.
Her eyes narrow slightly.
“There is no Xuanyi.”
She turns sharply, her voice tense.
“Where is Xuanyi?”