Outburst

A brand-new power was like a seed, quietly sprouting and slowly growing stronger.

Though its growth was slow, Ye Han believed that one day, it would grow into a towering tree.

Ye Han controlled that unknown energy and guided it slowly through every inch of his skin, deliberately absorbing the scattered vitality and blood.

Though this energy was thin, its appetite was enormous. Wherever it passed, it devoured everything like an ox drinking and a whale swallowing, quickly sweeping away all that vitality and blood.

Then, Ye Han discovered that the still-thin energy suddenly collapsed, splitting into countless strands that silently seeped into every one of his cells.

Ye Han's heart jolted. It felt as though a bolt of thunder had streaked through his mind, and the question that had plagued him for so long was instantly resolved.

At its core, the Tai Xuan Sutra was powerful because it cultivated the spirit. Tempering the body required immense time and mental effort, so Ye Han had always wanted to create a method devoted purely to body refinement.

Unfortunately, creating a cultivation method was not so easy. The Tai Xuan Sutra had only come into being because of his absurdly good luck: he had obtained a lotus seed left behind by a Nine Hundred Ninety Thousand Year Snow Lotus that had died at some unknown time, then accidentally entered a state of enlightenment. Only then had he created it.

Over the years, it was not as though he had never tried to create cultivation methods himself, but the methods he created merely had Soul Power circulate along certain paths.

But at this moment, he thought of another path.

What meridians?

What muscles and bones?

What skin, membranes, and blood vessels?

Wasn't everything made up of cells?

If I strengthen my cells, wouldn't that be simpler and more direct than any cultivation method?

The more Ye Han thought about it, the more excited he became. Then suddenly, he sensed someone approaching.

His tightly shut eyes flew open, and at once he spotted the red-clad woman sneaking toward him on tiptoe.

Acting on instinct, Ye Han sprang up and, amid the woman's cry of alarm, lunged forward and pinned her to the ground.

"What are you trying to do?"

Ye Han's tone was icy, and the red glow in his eyes intensified. One arm pressed down on Bo Saixi's upper body while one hand gripped her fair, slender neck as he spoke coldly.

"I, I saw that the bloody markings on your face had disappeared, but you still hadn't woken up. I, I just wanted to see how you were doing," Bo Saixi said weakly.

After more than a month apart, she found that Ye Han had grown even stronger. At this moment, she had no ability to resist and had been pinned down by him with ease.

Faced with the domineering youth, Bo Saixi involuntarily assumed a submissive posture.

"Oh! Is that so? Then I'm sorry. I was too sensitive."

Ye Han froze for a moment. Thinking back, although she had approached furtively, she had shown no killing intent at all. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he quickly climbed off her and extended a hand before Bo Saixi.

Bo Saixi's fair, pretty face instantly flushed red. As the youth got up, he had pressed hard against the forbidden place that no one had ever touched, making her body go limp at once.

Seeing the hand before her, she blankly extended her jade-like hand. The moment she grasped that large hand, she felt an irresistible force surge through her arm.

Her mind completely blank, she was pulled to her feet. Then she stumbled, her body pitching forward uncontrollably, and the next thing she saw was a handsome, refined face enlarging before her eyes.

Mm!~

Bo Saixi's eyes widened as she looked at the youth mere inches away, and her mind exploded.

My, my first kiss is gone.

For a moment, Bo Saixi felt like crying but had no tears. Her body stiffened, and she had no idea what to do.

Yet that kiss was like a drop of cold water falling into a pot of boiling oil, stirring up towering waves. In an instant, it disrupted the tranquil lake and sent ripples spreading outward.

Ye Han was stunned. Having gone so long without tasting meat, the fire in his heart was instantly ignited.

He pulled the woman before him into his arms, his immense strength seeming as though it would crush Bo Saixi into his body.

Without realizing it, Bo Saixi's eyes had completely lost focus.

Rip!

The sound of brocade tearing instantly restored strength to Bo Saixi's limp body. She shoved Ye Han away and said, "Are you crazy?"

It should have been an accusation, an angry rebuke, a voice filled with shame and indignation, yet when it left her lips, it was soft and powerless, like a lover's coquettish complaint.

Ye Han was not angered after being pushed away.

The red glow in his eyes blazed fiercely as he lunged like a starving tiger pouncing on prey.

His strength was too great. Bo Saixi was utterly unable to resist, and her crimson robe turned into scraps amid repeated tearing sounds.

"Enough! Slap!"

At the final moment, Bo Saixi finally displayed the authority of a High Priestess. Her furious shout briefly restored Ye Han's clarity, and she seized the chance to slap him across the face.

She held nothing back with that slap. Blood immediately seeped from the corner of Ye Han's mouth as he stood there blankly, his scarlet eyes flickering without stop.

In the end, he had overestimated himself and underestimated the side effects of the Bloody Mary.

The reason it could stir up human desire was because it relied on the emotions contained within the souls of the dead. Yet the Bloody Mary that Ye Han had refined contained even purer emotions—pure spiritual power, and... evil.

At this moment, he craved slaughter, wealth, status, power, and women.

Over this past month, even Ye Han himself could not remember how many Bloody Marys he had refined. Now, those negative emotions had been triggered by Bo Saixi's kiss. Like a volcano suppressed for far too long, they erupted beyond control.

He needed an outlet, and Bo Saixi was the best outlet.

But now, that slap had jolted him awake for a moment. How could he dare continue assaulting Bo Saixi?

Though Bo Saixi could do nothing to him here, he could not stay here forever!

"Woman, go. Find me some women."

Ye Han's voice was hoarse as he forced out the words. He shoved Bo Saixi out from beneath him.

"W-what? What did you say?" Bo Saixi got to her feet and looked at Ye Han, wondering whether she had misheard him.

"Hurry, hurry and go. Otherwise, I'll use you as my outlet."

Ye Han's voice was hoarse, and he was nearly at the limit of his endurance.

"You—"

Bo Saixi opened her mouth, wanting to say something more.

But when she saw the desire in Ye Han's eyes that he could no longer suppress, she was startled. She quickly shut her mouth, retreated several steps, took out another set of clothes, and hastily put them on.

"S-since you won't go, then don't blame me."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Han lunged directly at Bo Saixi.

Fortunately, Bo Saixi was prepared this time and did not fare quite so miserably.

She dodged Ye Han's pounce in a flash, then turned and fled.

Roar!

An earth-shaking roar echoed throughout Slaughter City.

Upon the enormous throne, the winged creature's eyes brightened slightly. A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips as he said, "Finally unable to hold back? How amusing."

Yet he had no idea that the amusing one was not someone else, but the woman who might become his wife.

One fled while the other pursued, and both moved with astonishing speed, crossing more than half of Slaughter City in an instant.

Bo Saixi's face was deathly pale. Though her strength was abundant, her speed was clearly inferior to Ye Han's current speed. If not for her agility and Ye Han's clouded mind, she would have long since fallen into his clutches.

But she knew very well that if she kept running, she would eventually be unable to escape his grasp.

She recalled Ye Han's words from earlier, but women were scarce in Slaughter City to begin with. And which of the women who had survived was not shrewd and skilled at protecting herself? Where was she supposed to find one?

Bo Saixi was frantic, her heart in turmoil. Several times, she nearly got caught.

Suddenly, a flash of insight crossed Bo Saixi's mind.

Three days ago, she had inadvertently seen a furtive figure. That person's range of activity seemed to be around here.

Now that she had found a way out, her mind had never been sharper.

As she fled, she began searching for traces.

The powerful senses of a rank ninety-nine Titled Douluo spread out. Even so, it took the time it took to burn an incense stick before she found that figure's exact residence.

And at this moment, that person was hiding nearby and watching the show.

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