Young Master Ye didn’t want to say much anymore. He admitted he couldn’t beat him—fine. If I can’t defeat you, I’ll just avoid you, right?
Once my divine skills reach perfection, I’ll crush you mercilessly.
But now Ye Shaotian understood—it was all wishful thinking. If I don’t go looking for him, he comes looking for me instead.
“Lin Fan, don’t push me too far. I, Ye Shaotian, admit I’m inferior in skill, but if you want to humiliate me, I’ll make sure you learn that I’m not someone easily provoked.” Ye Shaotian glared warily at Lin Fan, his feet subtly shifting backward. At the slightest sign of danger, he’d shut the door immediately and escape through the window inside.
“Junior Fellow Disciple Ye, Senior Uncle Lin is truly not here to cause you trouble. I’ve come to cure your hidden ailment,” Lin Fan said with a warm, radiant smile, hoping to ease Ye Shaotian’s vigilance with his gentle expression.
But to Ye Shaotian, that smile seemed terrifying and sinister.
Ye Shaotian inhaled deeply, his eyes filled with dread.
Fear—Ye Shaotian was genuinely afraid.
That grin sent chills down his spine. In that moment, Ye Shaotian stepped back, instantly slamming the door shut and locking Lin Fan outside.
Ye Shaotian swore to the heavens—he absolutely refused to experience that excruciating pain again.
If Lin Fan dared to come in, Ye Shaotian had already resolved to fight to the death. Better to die honorably than live in disgrace. Think you can treat me like a soft target? Dream on.
Outside the door, Lin Fan stood with a slight frown, clearly displeased. He was genuinely unhappy with Ye Shaotian’s behavior.
How could a junior disciple be so impolite? Truly lacking in manners and upbringing.
At that moment, Lin Fan sighed. In his eyes, Ye Shaotian was nothing but a patient, and he was a doctor dedicated to saving lives.
Under such circumstances, Lin Fan naturally couldn’t bear to abandon a patient unwilling to cooperate with treatment.
If that’s the case, then he’d have to use force. Lin Fan was sure Ye Shaotian would eventually understand his good intentions.
…
Within the residential quarters of the outer sect disciples, many were inside cultivating, organizing their studies, or chatting with fellow disciples about life and future aspirations.
But suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry echoed throughout the outer quarters.
“What do you think you’re doing? Don’t go too far!”
“I’ll fight you to the death!”
“Junior disciple, don’t panic—Senior Uncle is saving you!”
“Let go of me!”
“Damn it! You disrespectful brat, today Senior Uncle will teach you a lesson…”
“Ahh…”
…
Hearing the commotion, the outer sect disciples looked puzzled, unsure what had happened. One by one, they stepped outside to see which brother had encountered trouble—the scream had been so pitiful.
Suddenly, Ye Shaotian’s door burst open, and Lin Fan stepped out, clearly satisfied. Although Ye Shaotian had been a bit rebellious, he had finally been subdued.
As he shut the door, Lin Fan glanced at Ye Shaotian lying on the floor, a satisfied smile forming on his face.
When the outer sect disciples heard that the sound had come from Ye Shaotian’s room, they were all stunned—what exactly had happened?
But upon seeing Lin Fan, all the outer disciples were left speechless.
Could it be that Ye Shaotian had been beaten up by Senior Uncle Lin again?
The more they thought about it, the more likely it seemed. That mournful scream had been too tragic, too heartbreaking.
Seeing so many outer disciples gathered, Lin Fan straightened his posture, gave a slight smile, then flicked his sleeve and strode away.
…
After watching Senior Uncle Lin leave, the outer disciples exchanged glances. They didn’t know what had happened inside or what had become of Ye Shaotian.
But the scream had been so sorrowful—it must have been terrible. Driven by curiosity, they wanted to check it out, yet they dared not.
They feared both Senior Uncle Lin and Ye Shaotian.
At that moment, a sudden, earth-shaking roar erupted from Ye Shaotian’s room, causing everyone to instinctively step back.
That voice seemed filled with untamed savagery.
Inside the room, Ye Shaotian’s eyes turned bloodshot, his breath ragged and heavy as he gasped for air.
A surge of power was erupting within Ye Shaotian, desperately seeking an outlet.
Ye Shaotian stood up, his body burning with heat, his mind consumed by an indescribable urge. His crotch felt as if a rod had been forcefully stuffed inside, bulging outward and refusing to subside.
It was going to explode—it was about to blow.
To Ye Shaotian at that moment, it felt exactly like his pants were about to burst.
“Ahh…”
The gathered outer disciples were startled when Ye Shaotian suddenly burst out of the room. Seeing the wild, burning gaze in his eyes, they felt a sudden wave of fear.
When their eyes shifted to Ye Shaotian’s crotch, everyone sucked in a cold breath.
How could such a terrifying sight exist in this world? What had happened inside that room?
…
At that moment, Lin Fan was feeling quite pleased. He had finally forced the pill into Ye Shaotian’s mouth. He was sure that once Ye Shaotian experienced the pill’s benefits, he would come seeking him out voluntarily.
At the same time, within a grand hall of the Sacred Sect…
Inside a cauldron engraved with strange patterns, an unknown liquid filled it. A disciple sat cross-legged inside, his face pale, eyes tightly shut.
This disciple had a refined, noble appearance, exuding a heroic aura, but now he was gravely injured, looking frail and weak.
“Master, it seems Tianyu’s foundation is beyond saving,” the Supreme Elder of the Pill Cauldron Peak said sorrowfully, watching the changes within the cauldron.
Losing such a prodigy was a great tragedy for the sect.
Upon hearing this, Zong Hentian knelt down in shock. “Master, Elder, please save Senior Brother Tianyu! He sacrificed his foundation to save me. Without it, he’d rather be dead than live like this.”
The foundation represented everything—not only would his cultivation be destroyed, but he would never be able to cultivate again.
The foundation was his talent. From a top-tier cultivation genius to a complete waste, how could he carry on?
Zong Hentian clenched his fists in regret. During the trial in the forbidden land, he had thought everything was under control, but the Heaven-Sealing Sect had produced an extraordinary genius. His carelessness nearly cost him his life—if not for his senior brother’s sacrifice, he would have been a corpse by now.
Looking at the situation inside the cauldron, Sect Leader Yan sighed, “It’s already a miracle that he’s alive. The Heaven-Sealing Sect’s disciple used a strange technique filled with death energy that lingers within his body. For now, we can only expel the death energy and preserve his life.”
Zong Hentian clenched his fists in anger, his eyes burning with fury. If he met that enemy again, he would kill him without hesitation.
“Seal the cauldron,” Sect Leader Yan ordered.
The struggle for the forbidden land had long been a deadly rivalry between sects. Today, it was their disciple’s turn to suffer—tomorrow, perhaps another sect’s. Who would have thought the Heaven-Sealing Sect could produce such a disciple?
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