Transmigrated As A Cannon Fodder Sacrifice, I Tricked An Evil God Into Becoming My Live-In Husband - Chapter 36

The Azure Cloud Sect’s Mountain-Protecting Formation was as thin as window paper before this overwhelming force.

All her schemes, all her lies, became laughable struggles against such absolute, crushing power.

Am I going to die?

Just as the sinister Demonic Qi chains were about to touch Zhuohuo, a voice pierced Zheng Qiuyu’s mind out of nowhere.

It was Yun Ya.

Saya’s weakness is her son, Jin. Tell her the child in your womb is Jin’s reincarnation.

This wasn’t a lightning strike it was a sun exploding within her chaotic consciousness.

Darkness vanished instantly.

Her pupils shrank to pinpricks in extreme shock.

A thought, both madly audacious and utterly despicable, rapidly formed in her mind.

She seized it.

Gathering every ounce of strength, she seized this sole lifeline—a desperate straw extended from the abyss of hell.

Zheng Qiuyu flung her arms wide, her frail body, utterly vulnerable against the overwhelming demonic might, shielding Zhuohuo with unwavering resolve.

If you take my husband, I will end my life here!

Her voice tore through her throat, raw with bl00d and the madness of a desperate gamble.

You will never see your son again—Jin!

The moment she uttered these words, she channeled every shred of her spiritual power, issuing the System’s most complex and insane Word Spirit command in history!

Jin?

The Succubus Queen, poised to deliver a fatal blow, froze mid-strike.

Over a dozen Demonic Qi chains, each capable of piercing mountains, halted less than an inch from Zheng Qiuyu’s back, the demonic energy at their tips even stirring her hair.

Beneath her black veil, the Queen’s brows furrowed for the first time.

A child?

The word escaped her lips with a tremor she herself hadn’t noticed.

When her gaze returned to Zhuohuo, she sensed something within his pure Primordial Chaos Origin—a faint resonance, like an echo from the depths of her memory, a connection to the bloodline of Jin.

System Notification Lie Sweetness Level has surged to an all-time high.

【System Notification Target character ‘Queen of the Succubi, Saya’ trust level increased by 30%.】

It worked!

Zheng Qiuyu’s heart nearly leaped from her chest. Her gamble had paid off!

Suppressing her overwhelming relief, she seized the moment to escalate her life-or-death performance to its climax.

She turned away from the towering queen, instead gently caressing Zhuohuo’s slumbering face with an almost reverent touch.

Tears instantly welled in her eyes, a mixture of maternal tenderness, desperate pleading, and profound reluctance—a radiant display of motherly affection.

Your Majesty, you cannot take him.

I love my husband.

Her voice choked with emotion, each word tearing from her heart like flesh.

If he is forcibly taken, my child… no, Your Majesty’s Jin, may never be reborn!

Her performance was flawless.

The Succubus Queen fell into complete silence.

As the Queen of the Demonic Realm, she was ruthless and decisive, her actions swift and merciless.

Yet she was also Jin’s mother.

This was her sole, fatal weakness.

She dared not gamble.

What if… what if this insignificant human woman spoke the truth?

Would her current actions then be personally extinguishing her son’s only hope for rebirth?

After a long, suffocating silence, the black chains suspended in the air gradually transformed into Demonic Qi and slowly dissipated.

The oppressive aura that had withered all life within the Azure Cloud Sect receded like a receding tide.

Very well, the Succubus Queen’s icy voice echoed once more, now tinged with an unreadable complexity.

I grant you three years.

Within three years, you must prove to me that what grows within his womb… is my Jin.

Fail, and I shall descend again.

This time, the entire Azure Origin Realm will be buried with him.

With those words, her bewitching figure dissolved into a wisp of black smoke, vanishing completely into the horizon.

Zheng Qiuyu’s legs buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, only the edge of the Cold Jade Bed preventing her from sliding off.

She gasped for breath, her back already soaked through with cold sweat.

She had won.

Once again, she had pried open a sliver of hope for survival from the jaws of certain death.

Yet her heart held no joy, only boundless exhaustion and bone-chilling dread.

Three years.

Where would she conjure a child from? And how could she prove this child was Jin?

This was an unsolvable dead end, a guillotine with a ticking timer.

Just then, Zheng Qiuyu suddenly sensed something was amiss.

During that heart-pounding life-or-death gamble, the Love Gu Chain branded on Zhuohuo’s forehead had remained eerily still throughout.

No flickering, no fluctuations.

The ferocious crimson mark simply lay there, silent and unmoving.

It was as if her impassioned lies about maternal love had even deceived the Love Gu itself, temporarily suppressing its violent instincts.

The lingering aura of the retreating Succubus Queen coalesced into an invisible, oppressive cloud, weighing heavily on the souls of every member of the Azure Cloud Sect.

Using this oppressive cloud as cover, Zheng Qiuyu launched a bloody purge of Pill Peak.

In the Pill Peak Grand Hall, the atmosphere was as heavy as iron.

Former subordinates of Elder Wang Liu Yuan, Sun Li, Zhao Ke.

Zheng Qiuyu’s voice was soft, yet it pierced each person’s eardrums like a steel needle coated in icy poison.

Conspiring for personal gain, deceiving superiors, concealing truths—your cultivation is hereby abolished, and you are banished from Pill Peak.

As her words fell, the three disciples turned deathly pale. Their bodies went limp, collapsing to the ground, unable to even force out a plea for mercy.

No one dared to speak.

Zheng Qiuyu’s gaze shifted to the remaining two disciples.

Chen Jing and Li Mu, you remained calm in the face of danger and demonstrated commendable loyalty. Effective immediately, you are promoted to Inner Sect Overseers and will assist with Pill Peak affairs.

A punishment.

A reward.

Thunderous methods, her words becoming law.

Pill Peak was now united in purpose.

From that moment forward, she was the sole queen of Pill Peak.

The night was as dark as ink, impenetrable.

The stone door of the secret chamber slowly closed, sealing off the outside world.

Having shed all pretense, Zheng Qiuyu’s body instantly lost its support, collapsing heavily onto the cold stone chair.

Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, each heartbeat sending a sharp pain through her soul.

She stared at her reflection in the basin of water—a face so pale it was devoid of bl00d, her eyes terrifyingly hollow.

This path, she realized, was like walking barefoot on a blade’s edge, utterly alone.

A faint sound of footsteps echoed outside the door.

Zheng Qiuyu’s body tensed instantly, like a fully drawn bow.

The stone door creaked open a crack.

The visitors were Sect Leader Li Qingxuan and his wife, Li Qingya.

Li Qingya carried a food box, her face radiating gentle concern.

Qiuyu, it’s so late. Why aren’t you resting?

The food box opened, and the fragrant steam from a bowl of porridge, infused with calming herbs, instantly filled the icy secret chamber.

This is Soul-Nourishing Congealing Spirit Porridge. You’ve exhausted your mind and spirit. Drinking this will help you feel better.

Not a single question, not a word of lecturing.

Only pure, selfless concern, untainted by any ulterior motives.

The warmth of the porridge, like a gentle current, stubbornly melted the layers of ice that had frozen around Zheng Qiuyu’s heart. Her nerves, stretched taut to the breaking point, finally found a moment’s respite.

After seeing the Sect Leader and his wife off, the secret chamber returned to its deathly silence.

Zheng Qiuyu sat beside the Cold Jade Bed, her gaze fixed on Zhuohuo’s peaceful sleeping face.

His brow was furrowed tightly, as if even in his dreams he was enduring boundless suffering.

As if guided by some unseen force, she reached out her hand.

Her fingertips, trembling with a hesitation she herself couldn’t comprehend, gently brushed against the space between his brows, as if trying to smooth away the lines of pain.

A thought, unbidden and unexpected, surfaced from the deepest recesses of her heart.

If… there were no lies, no missions, if it could just be like this…

The thought startled her, sending a shiver through her entire body.

A bitter self-mockery curled at the corners of her lips.

She abruptly withdrew her hand, ruthlessly suppressing the lethal thought.

Rising, she approached the medicine shelf to retrieve a pill to restore her mental clarity.

As she turned, her sleeve accidentally brushed against a row of jade bottles on the shelf.

These were precious elixirs she had painstakingly refined over countless hours, each bottle worth a fortune.

A crisp clatter rang out as the jade bottles teetered precariously, about to crash to the floor!

Zheng Qiuyu’s heart froze.

In that split second, a faint, almost imperceptible wisp of Primordial Chaos Origin flickered from Zhuohuo’s slumbering fingertip.

The energy was precise to an extreme degree, without a single extraneous ripple.

It steadily supported all the falling jade bottles, then gently, one by one, returned them to their original positions, completely unharmed.

The entire process was both lightning-fast and utterly silent, as if merely a gentle breeze had passed through.

Yet Zheng Qiuyu’s pupils contracted to the dangerous pinprick of a needle.

She stared intently at Zhuohuo.

He remained sound asleep, his breathing steady, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

She understood.

Protect her.

This command had transcended consciousness and Word Spirits, becoming directly etched into his very instincts!

This silent guardianship carried far more impact than any earth-shattering oath.

A colossal, icy boulder crashed into the lake of Zheng Qiuyu’s heart, unleashing not mere ripples, but a terrifying tidal wave threatening to engulf her entirely.

For the first time, she was forced to confront the terrifying extent to which the love she had personally cultivated had grown.

Instinctively, she checked Zhuohuo’s Love Gu mark between his brows.

The crimson chain-like mark was now etched with deeper, more savage cracks than ever before.

Yet, at this moment, it was eerily still.

No energy fluctuations emanated from it, as silent and lifeless as a brand seared onto flesh.

This unnatural calm before the storm sent a chill through her veins.

Zheng Qiuyu took a deep breath, summoning all her strength to suppress the surging emotions.

Fear would solve nothing.

She had to find a way to break this deadlock!

Just then, a disciple’s voice rang out from beyond the door, his voice trembling with barely suppressed excitement.

Elder Wang, Senior Baili from Sword Peak requests an audience!

He… he claims to have discovered crucial clues about the Divine Son’s Curse and compiled them into a manuscript!