It Hurt Worse Than Being Killed!

One second, two seconds... a long while...

Lin Xia's heart pounded wildly in his chest like a drum, Tackle his ribs.

He could clearly feel the stiffness and coldness of his teacher's body in his arms, and he could also feel that the Rakshasa Evil Thought that had been suppressed by the domineering force and were lurking in the deepest part of his soul had not disappeared. They had only been temporarily shaken off by the Soul Shock brought by this earth-shattering kiss.

He could see the immense bewilderment in her eyes, like a lost soul suddenly illuminated by a bright light in a dark Abyss.

He dared not move, fearing that even the slightest unnecessary action would shatter this fragile balance and cause the storm that had just subsided to return.

He maintained the kissing posture, his lips still pressed against her Limber, conveying his warmth and unquestionable affection.

Finally, deep within those empty purple eyes, it was as if an undercurrent, like that beneath a layer of ice, began to surge.

The confusion receded slowly like the tide, replaced by an extremely complex and indescribable tremor.

Reason, which had been Sheer Force interrupted, began to return with difficulty.

The sensations in my body returned—a chest pressed against mine, warm breath, and... the unmistakable touch of another person on my lips!

"Hmm..."

A very faint, broken sob escaped from deep within Bibi Dong's throat.

As if suddenly scorched by a red- Burn iron, her blank eyes instantly focused, and her pupils contracted sharply!

Shame! Shock! Anger! Fear!

And a kind of palpitation and confusion that she herself could not understand, which had been Sheer Force awakened...

Countless intense emotions overwhelmed her brief moment of confusion like a tsunami!

"Boom--!"

A tremendous force, not originating from the Rakshasa Divine Power but purely from her own peak Soul Power, erupted like a dormant volcano!

"Bang!"

Lin Xia felt as if he had been hit head-on by a charging Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast! Even though he was mentally prepared and used all his Soul Power to protect himself, this innate power originating from a level 99 Peerless Douluo was still unmatched!

He groaned, and the arm gripping Bibi Dong's shoulder was violently thrown away by a tremendous force. He was thrown backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string!

"Thump! Crash--!"

Lin Xia's back slammed heavily against the mahogany shelf displaying exquisite porcelain on the other side of the room!

The sturdy shelf shattered with a crash, and the expensive porcelain clattered to the ground, turning into a pile of glittering shards.

Lin Xia felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. A sharp pain shot through his back, but he endured it and did not fall. He staggered a step and braced himself against the edge of the relatively intact Zither Table stand with one hand to barely steady himself, breathing heavily.

Under the moonlight, Bibi Dong had broken free from his embrace and staggered back several steps until her back slammed heavily against the cold, hard wall before she stopped.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, and her fair cheeks were now flushed a shocking, sickly red, as if they had been Burn by fire.

In those purple eyes that had just regained their luster, a torrent of emotions surged—incredulous rage, utter shame and indignation at being completely violated, unfathomable fear, and a trace of extremely hidden panic and wavering that she desperately suppressed and dared not even admit herself.

She subconsciously raised her hand and, with the back of her hand stained with tears and a little of Lin Xia's blood, forcefully and almost roughly wiped her lips, which had just been kissed and still retained a burning sensation.

This action is filled with self-loathing and a sense of shame at being defiled.

"Xiao Xia..."

Bibi Dong's voice was extremely hoarse and trembling violently; every word seemed to be squeezed out from her broken chest.

"Do you... know... what you're doing?!"

Bibi Dong's gaze Lock-On on Lin Xia, her eyes sharp as poisoned Icicle Spear, yet carrying a sense of fragile vulnerability that seemed on the verge of collapse.

"You are... blaspheming!"

She almost screamed, her whole body trembling with immense pain and rage.

"You have desecrated my identity! You have desecrated our master-disciple relationship! You..."

Her voice suddenly rose, filled with a desperate accusation.

"You're betraying Xue'er too!!"

Do you know what you're doing? You're not just betraying Xue'er!

Bibi Dong's voice was filled with a heart-wrenching lament. She raised a trembling finger, pointing at Lin Xia, yet also seemingly pointing to the depths of her own collapsing soul.

"You're betraying... me!! You're betraying my teachings! You're betraying my trust! You're betraying... me..."

Bibi Dong couldn't continue. The complex emotions hidden behind her "I'm sorry"—emotions she herself dared not touch— Wrap her heart like an invisible python, suffocating her.

Tears welled up again, streaming down her high nose and dripping onto the cold floor.

Lin Xia leaned on the Zither Table and struggled to stand up straight.

The sharp pain in his back and the taste of blood at the corner of his mouth reminded him of the impact he had just suffered, but Bibi Dong's words, filled with painful accusations, struck his heart like a heavy hammer.

Lin Xia wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes did not flinch.

He knew that this was the teacher's last line of defense—using the barrier of teacher-student ethics, using guilt towards Qian Renxue, and using self-loathing accusations to build a wall of despair, refusing any approach, refusing any redemption, preferring to rot alone in the darkness.

Lin Xia took a deep breath, Sheer Force suppressing the churning blood and the intense pain in her heart. Her gaze, like a burning star, met Bibi Dong's eyes, which were on the verge of collapse, without flinching.

"I know!"

Lin Xia's voice was resolute, carrying a sense of desperate determination.

"I know everything, teacher!"

Lin Xia took a step forward. Although her body swayed slightly, her aura was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, revealing its full power.

"I know this is blasphemy! I know this goes against societal norms! I know this will cause Sister Xue'er pain!"

Lin Xia's voice was deep and powerful, each word echoing clearly in the broken room.

"I even know that by doing this, I am betraying your expectations of me all this time! I am betraying the identity of the Holy Son!"

Lin Xia paused, then her eyes blazed with an even more intense flame, a flame deep within which lay an overwhelming heartache and an unwavering will to protect.

"But!"

Lin Xia's voice suddenly rose, carrying a powerful and awe-inspiring force.

"But I know even more that I can no longer stand by and watch you struggle alone in this hell of pain!"

Lin Xia's gaze was fixed on Bibi Dong's trembling figure and the tears welling up in her eyes, her voice carrying an undeniable Infiltrator power:

"I saw how the Rakshasa Divine Power tore at your soul! I felt the Infestation pain brought on by the obsession that torments you day and night!"

Lin Xia's voice trembled slightly, filled with deep pain.

"Teacher, do you know how much my heart ached at that moment? Watching you be swallowed by darkness, watching you deny your own worth, watching you choose to rot alone rather than accept any light... This pain of helplessness was worse than death!"