Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 764 - 375 Luoxue Finally Falls

Dugu Luoxue sat cross-legged in quiet meditation amidst this solitary world.

Her hands formed an intricate Dharma Seal.

Her garments, her flowing hair, even her skin—everything about her was as pure as the frost of an early winter morning, seamlessly blending into the pristine surroundings. It was impossible to discern reality from illusion.

At first glance, she seemed like a fairy sculpted from snow.

The tranquility of the scene was enveloped in a faint Immortal Spirit Qi, evoking respect and awe, making one hesitate to disturb the serenity.

But in the next moment, the woman abruptly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Instantly, this previously immaculate world began to fracture, with cracks spreading out like spiderwebs.

These fissures seemed to have always been there, painstakingly patched up by the woman. But her efforts were ultimately insufficient to restore the shattered world to its former unblemished state.

As the cracks multiplied, waves of searing heat surged forth.

The snow transformed into dazzling, powdery crystalline shards.

At the same time, a vivid blush of blood rose to the woman’s delicate cheeks, like the light of dawn illuminating snow.

Dugu Luoxue’s breath grew rapid and heavy, the intensity audible as it escaped her nose in gasps, her parted lips exhaling a faint orchid-sweet aroma tinged with the taste of blood.

She tried to form Sealing hand gestures, but her strength was drained, leaving her powerless to channel her abilities.

The woman slumped weakly onto the ground.

She stared in bewilderment at the sky, now painted with the radiant hues of sunset, feeling as though her very soul was being drawn out and drifting amidst the pink clouds.

At some unknown point, a cool touch brushed against her cheek.

It was a man’s hand.

In her dazed gaze, Dugu Luoxue found herself staring at Jiang Shouzhong in front of her,

the man’s body bare, his defined bronze-toned muscles glistening with sweat, droplets sliding slowly down his torso.

Instinctively, Dugu Luoxue tightened her grip on her dress, her heart surging with waves of turmoil.

She realized this was an illusion.

Born of her deepest desires within the Taoist School.

But this was not what she wanted.

Although she had once entertained the thought of "falling," taking that step now felt like a whip lashing her, her long-standing vows of restraint and conservatism embedded in her soul chastising her relentlessly.

"Get away..."

As Jiang Shouzhong slowly untied her dress sash, Dugu Luoxue tried to dismiss him with a stern tone, though her words seemed more like a reprimand to herself, urging her not to succumb to lust.

Yet the man appeared not to hear. He simply gazed softly at her, opening her dress.

Turning her head away, Dugu Luoxue bit down hard on her lower lip, drawing a trace of crimson.

She was biting her tongue with all her might.

Reason and desire tugged at her like a rope in a game of tug-of-war, swaying now to one side, now to the other.

Jiang Shouzhong slowly held her in his arms.

The familiar masculine scent filled the woman’s senses, making it impossible for Dugu Luoxue to maintain her composure, as if an invisible hand was gently plucking at the strings of her heart, stirring ripples that echoed deep within.

In a dazed state, Dugu Luoxue caught sight of her own reflection.

The reflection was imprinted on a scarlet ice sculpture.

As the image grew clearer and clearer, Dugu Luoxue saw herself more distinctly, yet her appearance had changed—she had transformed into a dignified, yet tantalizingly seductive lady.

Who was she?

Dugu Luoxue felt an uncanny familiarity with this woman.

Her memory slowly dragged her back to the moment she had gone to the Ran Mansion—the image of the lady lying on the cold ground, holding a candle...

"It was her."

A dizzy Dugu Luoxue suddenly realized.

"No, it’s not her. This is me..."

"This is me..."

In the vision, Zuo Su gradually transformed into Dugu Luoxue, her graceful swan-like neck tilted upward as she held a red candle aloft.

"Who am I..."

"I am Zuo Su...I am not Dugu Luoxue..."

The man lowered his head to kiss her perfumed cheek.

Watching the ever-changing figures in her reflection, Dugu Luoxue murmured to herself:

"This isn’t me...I am Zuo Su...I have always been a wanton woman... Luoxue would never act like this... So I am Zuo Su... It turns out I... can indulge in wanton desire."

Through ceaseless self-hypnosis, her hard-earned rationality was peeled away bit by bit.

The light in the woman’s eyes flickered between dim and bright.

A subtle and complex emotion gradually spread through Dugu Luoxue’s chest.

She came to understand.

Dugu Luoxue must not succumb, but Zuo Su could.

She was not Dugu Luoxue. She was Zuo Su.

The woman slowly closed her eyes and embraced the man’s neck...

Fall.

Fall.

Fall.

Don’t let desire disorder the heart, and fall into an endless sea of suffering.

...

When Dugu Luoxue awoke, the sky outside the window was still dark.

The flushed hue on her jade-like cheeks had not yet faded as she struggled to sit up, staring blankly at the man’s clothes twisted between her legs—Jiang Shouzhong’s old laundry from before.

The clothes appeared freshly cleaned, carrying a fragrant scent of orchid musk.

On the other side of the bed, Qu Hongling was fast asleep.

In recent days, the young girl had exhausted herself searching for traces of Jiang Shouzhong, her thin frame growing ever more emaciated, her face pale and weary. Dugu Luoxue felt compassion for her and patiently comforted and counseled her.

Because of this, the two had grown much closer.

Qu Hongling was a clingy sort, and they had taken to sleeping together, finding solace in each other’s company.

Over time, Dugu Luoxue even grew fond of the young girl.

But as she reflected on her entanglement with the girl’s husband while still within the Taoist School, Dugu Luoxue could not suppress a sense of shame. Watching the girl’s serene and lovely sleeping face, her cheeks burned hotly with embarrassment.

And yet, deep within her heart, an odd sense of thrill stirred.

This feeling was terribly addictive.

Exhaling a faint breath, Dugu Luoxue extended her delicate hand to retrieve Jiang Shouzhong’s clothing, first carefully fastening her undergarments, then slowly pulling her robe up to cover the luminous softness of her skin.

She then began to tidy her cloud-like hair, slightly disheveled from sweat, trying to restore her composed and dignified appearance.