Chapter 832: Castrating Xiao Fan! Murong Jieyu's Panic!
Xiao Fan lay on the ground, his heart consumed by a venomous cocktail of envy and jealousy directed entirely at Shen Anyu. Why did a man like that get to enjoy the absolute devotion of stunning women like Liu Ruyan and Zhong Lingyin, holding them both in his arms? It stung all the more because Xiao Fan had once deeply admired and pursued Liu Ruyan himself. In the past, he had forced those bitter feelings down into the darkest corners of his mind. Back at the Xihe Shopping Mall in Hangzhou, if Shen Anyu had not intervened, he would have undoubtedly perished at the hands of the brutal fugitive Yao Qi. Bound by that life-saving grace, Xiao Fan had no choice but to swallow his resentment.
But everything was different now. Shen Anyu had slaughtered his master, Xiao Qingtian, and mercilessly shattered his Dantian, ruining his cultivation forever. The blood feud between them was as deep as the ocean. Any lingering trace of gratitude had long since evaporated, replaced by a suffocating, pure hatred. Even though it was Xiao Fan and his master who had initiated the ambush to assassinate Shen Anyu and annihilate the Yanxia Shen Clan, his twisted logic demanded an answer. Why did Shen Anyu refuse to just die obediently? Why did he have to fight back, kill his master, and leave him a crippled waste?
In Xiao Fan's perfect fantasy, Shen Anyu should have accepted his death quietly, allowing all those gorgeous women to fall right into Xiao Fan's embrace. Now, staring at the closed door of the wooden cabin and knowing Shen Anyu was lying unconscious inside, a twisted sense of pleasure washed over him. It would be perfect if Shen Anyu never woke up. It would be best if they both dragged each other straight down to hell.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Xiao Fan has suffered a catastrophic mental blow, twisting and blackening his heart. Plundering +100,000 Destiny Value!]
"Xiao Fan, you are actively courting death!"
Liu Ruyan's charming eyes blazed with unrestrained murderous intent. Her slender hand gripped the hilt of her blade, fully prepared to slaughter the gloating cripple where he lay.
Xiao Fan stared right back at her furious, delicate face without a flinch, a cold sneer forming on his lips. He was already finished. His dreams of cultivating to immortality were shattered. His grand plans to retaliate against the Yanxia Shen Clan and the Heavenly Emperor Palace were dust. He could not even return to marry his girlfriend, Xia Mengmeng. Death would simply be a release from this nightmare.
"Sister Yan'er, wait." Zhong Lingyin stepped forward, her gentle hand catching Liu Ruyan's wrist just in time.
"Lingyin, why are you stopping me?" Liu Ruyan asked, her pretty face freezing over with absolute coldness.
"Brother Shen specifically said not to kill Xiao Fan just yet," Zhong Lingyin replied with a helpless sigh. She was equally disgusted by the man on the ground, but she would never disobey Shen Anyu's explicit instructions.
Liu Ruyan's delicate brows furrowed in frustration.
Seeing their hesitation, Xiao Fan began to clamor loudly, his voice cracking with manic desperation. "Kill me! Do it! I will wait for Shen Anyu at the Bridge of Forgetfulness!"
He had no idea why Shen Anyu wanted to keep him alive, but his survival instincts screamed that it was nothing good. Being tortured by that monster would be a fate worse than death. It was far better to die cleanly under Liu Ruyan's sword right now.
"Hmph, you want to die?" Liu Ruyan's charming eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as she looked down at him with utter contempt. "It is not that easy!"
The moment her voice fell, she drew the Purple Lightning Sword. A blinding streak of violet electrical sword light erupted from the blade, tearing across the seven or eight meters between them. The crackling energy bypassed his chest and neck, striking with surgical precision directly between Xiao Fan's legs.
"Ahhhhh!" An incredibly shrill, inhuman scream tore out of Xiao Fan's throat, echoing into the sky.
At the exact same moment, Liu Ruyan casually waved her free hand. A surge of condensed energy rippled outward, forming a thick, translucent protective barrier that completely inverted over the wooden cabin. The soundproof shield isolated the area, ensuring that Xiao Fan's agonizing wails would not disturb Murong Jieyu's medical treatment or Shen Anyu's rest.
"You... Liu Ruyan, you venomous woman!" Xiao Fan's eyes bulged, turning a violent shade of blood red. He looked like a cornered, rabid beast, roaring and glaring at the woman who had once been his goddess.
Liu Ruyan had actually castrated him.
The searing, burning agony radiating from his lower half caused Xiao Fan's entire mental state to violently explode into fragments.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Xiao Fan's mentality has completely exploded. Plundering +9999 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Xiao Fan has suffered the most unbearable pain for a man. Plundering +66,666 Destiny Value!]
"Sister Yan'er, you..." Zhong Lingyin shyly turned her head away, her expression a complicated mix of shock and embarrassment. She truly had not expected her Second Senior Sister to do something so utterly ruthless to a man.
"Hmph, all men fear this move," Liu Ruyan stated, a hint of dark triumph coloring her tone.
Watching Xiao Fan writhe in the dirt, his face twisted in a desperate longing for death, Liu Ruyan finally felt a wave of satisfaction. Back at the Xihe Shopping Mall, the wanted criminal Yao Qi had severely damaged Xiao Fan's kidney meridian, rendering him completely impotent. He had worn this exact same broken, despairing expression back then. Now, she had simply finished the job, severing the root of the problem entirely.
'Tsk tsk, Yan'er is quite ruthless. Xiao Fan is truly miserable, castrated personally by his former goddess.'
Inside the quiet wooden cabin, Shen Anyu's Divine Sense easily slipped through Liu Ruyan's isolation barrier, giving him a perfect view of the tragedy unfolding outside. Looking at Xiao Fan's distorted, agonizing expression, Shen Anyu almost laughed out loud. After enjoying the theatrical display for a few moments, he calmly withdrew his perception back into the room.
At this moment, within the dimly lit cabin, Murong Jieyu had already removed Shen Anyu's outer garments. She naturally had no intention of taking advantage of him; this was purely for medical necessity. She unrolled a small leather pouch from her waist, revealing a neat row of fine silver needles of varying lengths.
Murong Jieyu pursed her soft red lips. Her slender, jade-like fingers pinched a silver needle with practiced grace, gently pricking it into the vital acupuncture points mapped across Shen Anyu's toned chest and arms.
As she carefully performed the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles technique, her gaze inevitably drifted upward to study his face. Initially, her eyes would dart away the moment they landed on him, but gradually, they settled on his handsome features, entirely unable to look away.
'How can there possibly be a person like you in this world?' she muttered inwardly, her heart beating a fraction faster.
He was the young master of the Yanxia Shen Clan. He possessed a terrifyingly prominent identity, a breathtakingly handsome appearance, and a cultivation base that mirrored an exiled immortal. Yet, despite his overwhelming status and strength, his character was noble, gentle, and approachable. He was never arrogant or overbearing. He treated the women by his side with absolute devotion, and even when faced with a desperate, life-threatening crisis, he refused to abandon them and flee alone.
As she mentally tallied Shen Anyu's endless virtues, Murong Jieyu began to feel a strange, creeping sense of envy, which slowly morphed into genuine jealousy. Her Second Senior Sister and Fifth Junior Sister had managed to find such an incredible man. How was she supposed to live with that comparison? She had always hoped her martial sisters would find good partners, but finding a partner this flawless felt entirely unfair.
Aside from being a bit of a philanderer, Shen Anyu had absolutely no flaws in Murong Jieyu's eyes. A man this perfect simply should not exist in the mortal dust.
This was especially true when she recalled his confrontation with a terrifying monster like Xiao Qingtian. In Murong Jieyu's professional opinion, if Shen Anyu had not chosen to fight a desperate battle to the death, his speed and power meant he could have easily escaped unharmed. Yet he had chosen to stand his ground, using his own body as a shield to protect them from a superior enemy.
'Old geezer, did you ask me before touching my women?'That domineering sentence still echoed vividly in her ears, causing a strange heat to pool in her chest. Murong Jieyu secretly spat in her mind.'Second Senior Sister and Fifth Junior Sister are your women, but I am certainly not!'She bit her lower lip, her breathing growing slightly shallow.'Could it be... could it be that he thinks Sister Ruyan and Lingyin are not enough, and he has actually taken a fancy to me as well? Does he think our Sword Palace is some kind of brothel for him to sweep clean in one go?'
Murong Jieyu's mind dissolved into an absolute mess of chaotic thoughts. Her elegant, dignified oval face repeatedly flushed with a deep, alluring crimson.
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Murong Jieyu's favorability +2. Plundering +6000 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine Murong Jieyu's favorability +1. Plundering +3000 Destiny Value!]
'What exactly is this woman thinking about? Is she self-strategizing again?'
Shen Anyu listened to the continuous stream of favorability notifications chiming in his mind. Feeling a dry sense of amusement at her internal panic, he decided to test the waters.
"So hot..." Shen Anyu murmured, his brows furrowing deeply as a pained, feverish expression spread across his handsome face.
"How can it be so hot?" Murong Jieyu instantly snapped out of her wild fantasies, her professional instincts taking over. She quickly reached out, her soft hands grabbing his large hand to check the pulse at his wrist. Her beautiful face instantly turned pale with shock.
Beneath her fingertips, she could sense that Shen Anyu's pulse was entirely chaotic, and his body temperature was spiking at an alarming rate.
Could it be that her Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles were completely useless? Had her treatment actually exacerbated his internal injuries?
What should she do?
What could she possibly do now?
Murong Jieyu descended into a blind panic, her chest heaving as she leaned closer to inspect his condition.
And at that exact moment, Shen Anyu's large, burning hand slipped and fell directly onto...
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