Ruthless and Merciless

What the heart longs for will surely find an answer. Never forget why you started, and only then can you see things through to the end.

A year of hard work had brought abundant rewards.

He was now an expectant father.

The old Ye Han could act however he pleased because they were strong enough.

But now that he had descendants, he had to consider the future generation.

"Don't worry! I believe in the Pope's magnanimity. She would never send people after me over a fight between juniors," Ye Han said confidently.

He believed that if these words got out, even if the Pope truly wanted to vent her disciple's anger, she would surely be too embarrassed to do so.

Compared with the half-dead Saint Child, the Dean he had slapped flying was much harder to deal with.

A higher-ranking official could crush those below him. Nothing suited the current situation better than that saying.

"Um, Dean, I'm terribly sorry! I thought someone was about to attack me just now, so I couldn't hold back and slapped them away. Well, I know where you live. I'll definitely come visit another day and beg forgiveness," Ye Han said with a sincere expression as he walked up to the grim-faced Dean.

Upon hearing that, the Dean's expression turned even uglier, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Damn it! This little bastard is threatening me, but I can't beat him. What do I do? Waiting online, urgent.

Taking a deep breath, the Dean forced an ugly smile onto his face. "Not at all, not at all. I merely caught a cold recently and was feeling weak, so I failed to stand properly."

Ye Han was taken aback. He had never expected the Dean to be so perceptive.

"Hahaha, yes, yes. I saw that you were weak, Dean, and wanted to help steady you. I just didn't expect to use too much strength. Sorry, sorry," Ye Han said.

Director Linda and the group of students beside them all turned their heads away, unable to bear the sight. They could only sigh inwardly, Shameless. And you call yourself a Dean who teaches and nurtures students.

"Ye Han, how did you offend her too? Hurry up and let her go." The moment Linda turned her head, she spotted an ice sculpture and hurriedly tugged on Ye Han's sleeve.

"Oh! Who is this?"

Ye Han looked puzzled, unable to understand why Linda was reacting so strongly.

"She is the Pope's only female disciple, Hu Liena," Linda said.

"Why does Hu Liena look like this? She doesn't resemble the one in the novel at all," Ye Han wondered. The Hu Liena in the novel was not particularly beautiful, and she had black hair, yet the one before him had golden hair and stunning looks.

Of course, Ye Han's earlier claim that she was ugly had been complete nonsense.

As he pondered this, his hands did not remain idle. He slapped the ice block, and the solid, iron-hard ice cracked before shattering with a deafening boom.

The moment Hu Liena emerged, her entire body was stiff. Slowly wrapping her arms around her chest, she stood there trembling.

She had been frozen badly, and that was only because Ye Han had shown mercy. Had he truly unleashed the power of Ultimate Ice, whether Hu Liena was alive or dead now would be another matter entirely.

"I'm sorry. I didn't manage to do what I promised you. And you may face a lot of trouble in the future. If you have nowhere to go, move in with me!"

Ye Han ignored Hu Liena and instead walked over to Zhao Jun, speaking with some guilt.

"Ye, Ye Dage."

Zhao Jun looked up at Ye Han, his eyes bloodshot. They said men did not shed tears lightly.

Yet Zhao Jun was now weeping uncontrollably. With a thud, he dropped to his knees and said, "Ye Dage, I'm already deeply grateful that you and my sister went this far for me."

Ye Han hurriedly helped Zhao Jun up, stopping him from continuing.

Patting Zhao Jun on the shoulder, Ye Han said, "We're friends, and you call me Ye Dage. It's only right that I stand up for you. I won't say sorry, and you shouldn't thank me either. Go back, pack your things, and move in with me. Stay with me, and no one will dare trouble you. As for work, don't worry about that either. I'll talk to Director Linda later."

"No need, Ye Dage. Ling'er is gone, and I don't want to stay here any longer. Don't worry, Ye Dage. I have somewhere to go," Zhao Jun said.

He refused Ye Han's offer.

They were all adults and understood the stakes, so Ye Han did not try to persuade him further.

Zhao Jun left after Ye Han urged him to go.

He was only an ordinary person. No one cared whether he stayed or left.

Someone would naturally deal with the matters here afterward, while Ye Han returned to his post under the escort of the academy's Disciplinary Enforcement Team.

Spirit Hall.

Inside the Saint Child's residence, a group of people bustled around the unconscious youth.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"All of you leave. I'll handle things here." The voice was cold and carried boundless authority.

Everyone merely glanced at the figure before hurriedly lowering their heads and taking their leave.

A woman in a black gown, with exquisite and flawless features, slowly stepped forward. She reached the Saint Child's bedside and turned to sit down.

Casting a somewhat disgusted glance at the disciple on the bed, she took out a handkerchief and placed it over the youth's arm before extending two slender, jade-like fingers and gently resting them on his pulse.

"Teacher, why are you here?"

The youth, whose eyes had been tightly shut, slowly opened them. When he saw the woman seated beside him, a flash of delight appeared in his eyes. He had never expected her to come into such close contact with him.

"How are you?" The woman did not answer him. Her voice remained calm, devoid of any emotion, as she asked instead.

At the same time, she slowly rose to leave the youth's bed.

Unexpectedly, determination flashed through the youth's eyes. He reached out with both hands and tightly embraced the woman's waist.

"Teacher, I'm sorry. I disgraced you."

The youth's voice choked with emotion, sounding so sincere that it tugged at the heart.

Yet the youth, lowering his head and putting on an act, failed to see the blade-like killing intent in the woman's eyes.

Her body stiffened for a moment. Then she raised an arm and gently stroked the youth's head. "It's all right. Just win next time."

"Teacher, you... you're far too good to me." The youth looked up at the woman, tears and snot streaming down his face.

The woman said nothing. The killing intent in her eyes had long since been concealed.

"All right, let go of me. Rest well," the woman said softly.

"I... Teacher, can you let me hold you a little longer?" The youth looked up, pushing his luck without the slightest intention of letting go.

"Fine!"

The woman, who had remained expressionless and icy throughout, suddenly smiled.

Her fleeting brilliance was incomparably radiant, making the slightly dim room seem to brighten in that instant.

The youth froze, his soul stolen away by that momentary beauty.

"Thank you, Tea—"

The youth recovered and looked up, a radiant smile on his face as he gazed at the woman's lovely features. But after uttering only three words, the expression on his face completely froze.

As if unable to believe it, he lowered his head.

A pitch-black spider leg had pierced through his chest at some unknown moment.

It passed straight through him, yet not a single drop of blood flowed out.

The woman looked at the youth with an indifferent expression. "No need to thank me."

"Teacher, I'm your disciple! Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

The youth spoke with difficulty, feeling his strength rapidly drain away. He still could not believe it.

He thought he understood his teacher very well. After all, she had personally brought him back to Spirit Hall! All along, he had believed that he was special to her, that he held a certain place in her heart. He had never imagined that she would attack him, and with such ruthless cruelty.

"Why? Because you were all food raised by your teacher. What a pity. You were too disappointing and hadn't reached the cultivation of a Soul Saint yet." The woman bent down, her red lips parting as she whispered into the youth's ear.

In that brief moment, wrinkles had already covered the youth's body. He looked like a man of seventy or eighty, all his vitality drained away in an instant. As the woman's words fell, his body immediately became a dried corpse devoid of any trace of life.

At an age when she should have bloomed like a flower, she had been violated by the person she respected most, leaving her already filled with disgust toward men. Then, in Slaughter City, she had nearly been ravaged to death by a strange man, completely changing her personality.

Originally, she had intended to endure it until the youth became a Soul Saint, until his vitality reached its peak, before devouring him. Unfortunately, he had overestimated himself and believed that he held a certain place in the woman's heart.

As a result, after coming into this world and before he could truly shine, he simply croaked.

Suddenly, the woman's expression changed. A predatory red light shone in her eyes, and her breathing became hurried...

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