Seizing the moment of his opponent's exhaustion, Lin Fan closed in, his fist shattering countless runes, suppressing the little girl. With a bang, he grabbed her arm, feeling its smooth, tender texture.
His other hand didn't idle, wrapping around her small waist, ready to lift her like an eagle snatching a chick.
"Oh no!"
The little girl's delicate, adorable face paled. The move was too sudden—she couldn't dodge and was caught off guard.
Swish!
Unwilling to yield, she struggled fiercely, her crystalline body radiating divine light, scorching hot, twisting to break free.
But Lin Fan held firm, his physique formidable, ignoring the silver glow. One hand clamped her jade-like neck, the other locked tightly around her waist.
His feet left the ground, hooking her legs, his entire body pressing against hers, clinging like a sloth to a tree.
"Let me go!" the little girl cried, flushed with shame and anger. Their bodies were so close they seemed fused, each feeling the other's warm breath.
This was unbearable for her. She had never been so intimately close to a boy, even if he was just a brat—it was too much.
"No way," Lin Fan refused flatly. Having caught her after such effort, how could he let her go? Wouldn't that make the whole fight pointless?
Besides, what if the little girl escaped? With this place in ruins, who would he find to take the blame or make amends?
He tightened his grip, his palms glowing with golden light, dazzling and radiant, continuously suppressing her with runes.
He also felt a softness and fragrance from the girl in his arms, like holding a piece of fine jade, so comfortable he almost wanted to keep holding her forever.
Bah, bah, bah… what am I thinking? She's barely budding—how could I have such thoughts?
As Lin Fan muttered to himself, the little girl's face turned crimson, her skin flushing pink with mortified fury.
"Ah!" she screamed, her voice shrill and piercing.
A surge of immense force erupted. Her lithe, crystalline body writhed like a dragon, nearly breaking free from his grasp.
Snapping back to focus, Lin Fan held on tightly, golden runes pouring forth to seal her divine power, ensuring she couldn't turn the tables.
Even holding her felt precarious—not secure enough. Only by reducing her to a mortal state could he feel at ease.
The little girl's physique was formidable, among the best in their realm. Lin Fan was certain she, too, had been tempered with Golden Body Liquid.
A sense of crisis gripped her. If her divine power was sealed, she'd be at his mercy—a dangerous prospect.
This wasn't the outcome she wanted!
Her body glowed brilliantly, her delicate frame thrashing like a dragon, desperate to shake him off.
But Lin Fan wouldn't let her succeed. His fingers unleashed boundless radiant light, wielding supreme strength to keep her subdued, preventing any surprises.
"Alas…" The little girl sighed, her body glowing as she chanted scriptures. Her form began to blur, as if she were about to vanish from the spot.
"This…" Lin Fan's eyes widened, brows furrowing. He was clearly holding her soft, tender body, yet that sensation was fading.
Suddenly, it hit him. "The Heaven Mending Technique!" he exclaimed.
That was it—only this immortal art could grant a chance to "redo," disrupting and rewinding time and space to an earlier moment.
Having joined the Heaven Mending Sect, Lin Fan was familiar with this grand divine art, though at his current realm, using it was extremely taxing.
Time reversed, the void twisted. The little girl struggled, her waist writhing, trying to slip away from Lin Fan's control, her movements dreamlike and illusory.
Lin Fan had no effective way to stop it. His Supreme Bone was still on cooldown, or he might have tried countering it.
Alternatively, if his mastery of the Heaven Mending Technique were higher, he could have used it to neutralize hers.
Just when he thought the little girl would escape, something unexpected happened…
Pfft!
She spat out a mouthful of blood, her face deathly pale, as if struck by backlash. Her body wavered, on the verge of collapsing.
"Heh, thought you were all that, huh? Using one grand divine art after another, then trying the Heaven Mending Technique? Look at you now—backlash serves you right," Lin Fan taunted.
Grinning, he pinned her fully, pressing her face-down to the ground and flipping over to sit on her back.
Clearly, the little girl lacked combat experience, recklessly using powers beyond her limits, ignoring her own endurance.
"You dare sit on me… Do you know who I am?" she shouted, seething with humiliated rage.
Smack!
A loud, crisp sound rang out.
The little girl froze, dumbfounded. It took a moment for her to process, her fair face burning with mortified fury, wishing she could vanish into a hole.
"You actually… dared to hit my…"
"Ah!"
Lin Fan's palm struck again, landing on her small backside. "Shut up!" he barked. "I ask, you answer. One wrong word, and I'll smash your head!"
Tears welled in her eyes, her expression pitiful. Intimidated by Lin Fan's ferocity, she stopped struggling, no longer shouting or thrashing.
Lin Fan demanded, "Name."
"Yue Chan," she answered softly, her face pressed to the ground, as if it could hide her shame. Too embarrassed to reveal her status as the sect's holy maiden, she gave only her name.
"As expected…" Lin Fan muttered, confirming his suspicions.
In the Heaven Mending Sect, only Yue Chan—the holy maiden and beautiful sister's nominal disciple—could have such potential at this age, sneak into this place, and hold her own against him. No one else fit.
He pressed on, "Gender, age."
Yue Chan, still face-down, was speechless. She turned her head, rolling her eyes as if to say, Are you blind? Can't you see? Do I have to answer this?
Smack!
Lin Fan delivered another heavy slap to the same spot, growling, "Answer properly! No eye-rolling!"
"You…" Yue Chan's face contorted with a fierce glare, about to unleash a tirade, but seeing his raised hand, she shrank back, meekly replying, "Female."
Smack!
Another slap landed.
"Ah! I answered! Why are you still hitting me?" Yue Chan cried, her face flushed, tears brimming in her eyes.
Whether from anger or the spanking, she wasn't sure.
But she forced the tears back, refusing to lose more face, especially in front of this brat.
"Behave, or I'll make you," Lin Fan said, a sly grin curling his lips, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Who could imagine that Yue Chan, destined to be the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths' most beautiful woman, rumored to be the reincarnation of the Azure Moon True Immortal, was now pinned beneath him? The tale would shock countless people!
Of course, Lin Fan didn't forget to press her further, questioning why she had ambushed him.
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