Three Women's Feelings!

Lin Xia was panting, her chest heaving violently.

After the burning sensation and brief numbness from the first bowl of wine subsided, the images that had been Sheer Force suppressed in my heart— Bibi Dong's desperate, trembling figure, Qian Renxue's empty, vacant eyes, and the tangled taboos and betrayals—like demons unleashed after being soaked in alcohol, pounced on me more clearly and ferociously!

Pain!

A sharper and more widespread pain spread from his heart, engulfing his limbs and bones!

That wasn't just physical pain, but the excruciating pain of having one's soul repeatedly torn apart and roasted on the fires of morality!

That admiration and heartache for his teacher, that deep love and guilt for Qian Renxue, were like two red-hot chains, tightly Wrap his heart, tightening more and more, almost suffocating him!

"Ugh..."

An uncontrollable, painful growl, like that of a wounded beast, escaped from deep within his throat.

With an almost self-destructive resolve, he grabbed the bowl full of strong liquor once more!

This time, he drank even faster and harder! The pungent liquor, like burning lava, violently washed over his throat and stomach, trying to drown the more terrifying mental storm with this most primal and intense physical stimulation.

"Lin Xia..."

Dugu Yan was terrified and couldn't help but cry out.

She knew this wine was extremely potent; an ordinary Soul Master would feel dizzy and lightheaded after just one bowl. Lin Xia was practically risking her life by drinking it like that.

"Let him drink it."

Hu Liena's voice was unusually calm. She poured herself a large bowl, but just held it in her hand, her gaze Lock-On on Lin Xia. Her fox-like eyes flashed with a complex light—heartache, worry, but also understanding and support.

He needs this.

Ye Lingling didn't speak, but watched Lin Xia painfully chugging the alcohol, her cool brows furrowing even more tightly.

Her hand, resting under the table, seemed to emit a faint, almost Frisk, shimmering white light from the Nine Heart Begonia at her fingertips. Silently, she attempted to soothe the turbulent, out-of-control Soul Power fluctuations within Lin Xia's body, caused by intense emotions and the effects of alcohol, carefully smoothing out his life force that was on the verge of collapse.

The second bowl of strong liquor went down.

An even greater burning sensation exploded within her body, causing Lin Xia's vision to go black.

The alcohol began to violently assault his brain, making his thoughts viscous and confused.

The clear images began to distort, rotate, and overlap.

Bibi Dong's tearful eyes transformed into Qian Renxue's empty golden eyes, and Qian Renxue's shattered glass fragments became the teacher's tormented figure Wrap the Rakshasa Haze... It seemed as if Qian Renxue's heartbroken sobs and Bibi Dong's near-collapse screams echoed simultaneously in my ears...

"Teacher... I'm sorry... Sister Xue'er... I'm so sorry..."

Unconscious murmurs spilled from his lips as he continued to drink, broken and fragmented, filled with heavy sobs and a despair that penetrated to the bone.

He grabbed the wine jar, and instead of using a bowl, poured the wine directly into the jar!

Amber-colored liquor streamed down his chin and neck, soaking his clothes.

Seeing Lin Xia like this, the woman felt as if invisible threads were tightly binding her heart, causing a sharp, intense pain.

They had all had their darkest corners illuminated by Lin Xia's brilliance.

The secret experiment flashed before Ye Lingling's eyes. Lin Xia's face was pale, but her eyes were focused. Her powerful Soul Power carefully guided the strange light, merging it little by little into her Nine Heart Begonia.

The Curse that had plagued his family for generations—the cold destiny that "can only be passed down to two people in a lifetime"—melted away like ice and snow in his hands.

At that moment, she felt a heavy shackle on the depths of her soul being unlocked, and from that moment on, life held infinite possibilities.

This kindness is heavier than Qian Jun.

Dugu Yan's fingers unconsciously rubbed a tiny snake-shaped mark on her wrist.

Her former Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul, though powerful, carried fatal hidden dangers and limitations, reflecting the deep-seated anxiety beneath her proud exterior.

It was Lin Xia who helped her detoxify and evolve. At the moment the evolution was complete, the green scales on her body fell away, and the cold petrifying power flowed through her fingertips. What she felt was the sublimation of her bloodline and the redefinition of the entire world.

This life-saving grace is etched in my heart.

Hu Liena felt the surging, powerful Soul Power within her body, far more refined and robust than that of her peers. Each time Soul Ring lit up, the unexpected potential astonished her.

She clearly remembered how, with Lin Xia's generous allocation of resources and precise guidance of his Soul Power, it was he who laid the most solid foundation for her path to becoming a saintess.

That act of kindness and support stirred in her a complex mix of admiration and unspoken emotions when she looked up at his retreating figure.

At this moment, seeing him being torn apart by such immense pain, the concern in the three women's hearts, a mixture of gratitude and admiration, instantly transformed into a torrent of heartache.

They didn't speak; they didn't need to.

Dugu Yan silently bent down, picked up the wine jar that had rolled to the ground, walked to the wine cabinet in the corner, and took out another jar of wine that was equally simple but substantial.

Breaking the clay seal releases a rich aroma of wine once again.

Hu Liena picked up the thick ceramic bowl in front of Lin Xia and poured in amber-colored wine, almost overflowing it.

She gently placed the bowl within Lin Xia's reach.

Ye Lingling quietly released a trace of extremely weak Nine Heart Begonia Soul Power, which, like the gentlest stream, silently Wrap around Lin Xia's wrist.

This force was not overpowering, but it carried the purest meaning of comfort, carefully smoothing out the chaotic flow of Soul Power within his body caused by the huge emotional fluctuations and excessive alcohol, attempting to alleviate the painful burden on his body.

Lin Xia seemed to sense that slightly cool comfort, or perhaps she was simply driven by an even stronger feeling of alcohol.

With his eyes closed, he groped for the bowl, grabbed it, and tilted his head back to gulp it down again.

The spicy liquid Burn my throat, bringing a brief numbness, but it couldn't wash away the heart-wrenching image in my mind.

Bibi Dong's desperate roar when her Rakshasa Divine Power erupted, and her vulnerability as she curled up in a corner, weeping silently.

Qian Renxue slumped amidst the shattered glass, her eyes empty and blank, her words chilling. "Don't come any closer..."

One bowl after another.

The wine dripped down his chin, soaking his clothes.

Lin Xia stopped guzzling water and began to speak intermittently, her voice broken and hoarse, with a heavy nasal tone and drunkenness, like a dream, or like the most unbearable dam in the depths of her soul finally breaking.

"I've admired you... for a long time..."

"Sister Xue'er... I like you too..."

"She found out... she collapsed... the Rakshasa... triggered..."

"How could I bear to... watch her... be devoured..."

"To be honest... she insisted... on telling Xue'er..."

"Betrayal... blasphemy... she hates me... she should hate me..."

"Both paths... lead to the Abyss... I'm sorry to both..."

"What should I do... what should I do..."

His words were incoherent and rambling, filled with intense self-blame, guilt, pain, and confusion.

But the core information struck the three girls like thunderbolts.