Cleansing the Mania

She rolled up her sleeves, hauled Ling Feng from the floor onto the bed, and removed the deformed handcuffs, bending them back into shape. "Your body is full of impurities, yet you could still use iron cuffs to restrain yourself while losing your mind. Your willpower isn't bad."

As Dai Qiao spoke, she locked one end of the cuff to Ling Feng’s right wrist and the other to the headboard. "To earn Humiliation Points from someone like this, finding me was the perfect choice."

"Accuse him of things he hasn't done, attribute to him things he loathes, repeatedly tear down his psychological defenses, and trample on his faith and self-esteem."

Dai Qiao used her fingertips to pull open Ling Feng’s sweat-soaked shirt, undoing several buttons. She squeezed several spots with force, leaving bruises on his flesh.

Ling Feng let out a few uncomfortable moans but still did not wake up.

The System reminded her: [Host, please note that every world has different codes of conduct. Please be cautious.]

Dai Qiao’s gaze turned a few degrees colder, as if remembering something unpleasant. "You've never experienced it, so how do you know this isn't enough to make someone feel humiliated enough to want to destroy the world?"

In her past life, simply because she failed her tribulation, she was framed by various jealous factions. She fell from an immortal to a demon and was hunted by the entire cultivation world, cursed until her death.

Dai Qiao stood up, looking at the man on the bed with eyes as cold as bone-chilling ice. "Sentinels take Guides as their faith. When they are humiliated by their own Guide, that is when their faith collapses."

The next morning.

Ling Feng woke up in a state of confusion.

His mind had never been so clear; his entire body felt as light as if he were floating on clouds.

A sense of laziness spread from every cell—a feeling of relaxation he hadn't experienced in many years.

He propped himself up to sit, feeling something tugging at his wrist. Looking up, he discovered the handcuffs locked to the headboard. He couldn't help but freeze. "...What is this?"

Memories flooded back. Last night, when his mania level exceeded the threshold, he hadn't been able to wait for the rescue team before being taken away by a strange female Guide.

That female Guide...

Ling Feng didn't remember much, only feeling a cold aura spreading through his body. He looked down and saw his shirt was almost completely unbuttoned, with several clear bruises on his chest.

Then he looked at the cuff locking his wrist to the bed frame.

The Sentinel's face instantly turned bright red!

[Humiliation Points +100!]

"Are you awake?"

The woman leaning against the doorframe had a tall, slender figure, dressed in a neat combat suit. Her waist was cinched with a red ribbon embroidered with shimmering gold peony patterns. Her long silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her crystal-clear purple eyes narrowed slightly.

The sunlight from the window filtered through the thin curtains, falling on her face and creating a soft, ethereal glow, like a fairy descending to earth.

Her voice rang out coldly: "Are you awake, or are you still dazed?"

Dai Qiao frowned slightly, showing a bit of impatience.

Ling Feng snapped out of it, hurriedly turning away to avoid her gaze. His hands gripped the edge of the blanket, his face flushing as he stammered, "I'm sorry... I... I've never met a Guide like you..."

So beautiful... so beautiful she looked like a celestial maiden.

Even the lines of her face exuded an indescribable holiness.

Guides were rare and precious. He was only an A-rank Sentinel with no power or influence; normally, he rarely had the chance to interact with a Guide.

Even if he did meet one, it wouldn't be his turn to receive spiritual soothing.

Unless, like yesterday, his mania index exceeded 90%, only then would a special rescue team send someone.

"Thank you for saving my life yesterday. I have many contribution points. Tell me how many you need, and I will give them all to repay you."

Ling Feng wasn't sure how this Guide had helped him, but based on how his body felt now, his mania level had surely dropped to an unprecedented low.

Perhaps it was below 50%.

He was an A-rank Sentinel. To suppress the mania accumulated over years to this level, a Guide would have to consume an immense amount of energy.

Moreover, he was in a state of insanity last night. To put it bluntly, he was no different from a dangerous, fierce, and bloodthirsty beast.

The Guide before him must have paid a great price to help him.

And she looked so fragile and weak...

Thinking of his loss of reason last night, Ling Feng couldn't help but worry. He looked up at the slender girl and asked hesitantly, "Last night... were you alright?"

Dai Qiao raised an eyebrow, crossed her arms, and used her toe to nudge the door shut. "Last night? Have you forgotten everything?"