Bitch, I'll Kill You!

Yu Zhiwen now hated this old woman from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect with every fiber of her being. If not for Rao Yuexi, even if Xiao Han didn't remember her, she could have forcibly taken him away!

Even if Xiao Han was unhappy, once she made him recall his memories, he could punish her, his sister, however he wanted!

Yu Zhiwen even began praying to the heavens in her heart—if only Xiao Han would obediently follow her back to the sect right now, she would willingly let him strike her ten thousand times with the Seven Emotions Whip!

Yu Zhiwen turned her head, glaring stubbornly at Rao Yuexi. Her starry eyes, already red from crying, now flickered with killing intent, the entire iris turning bloodshot, as if warning the other woman not to meddle.

But Rao Yuexi couldn't care less about Yu Zhiwen's feelings. Instead, she looked at the disheveled state of the woman before her and curled her lips into a smug smile.

"Sageess Yu, This Seat has let you inspect me as agreed. Can you now wash away the dirty accusations you threw at me earlier?"

Rao Yuexi looked smugly at Yu Zhiwen, then lifted her ample assets slightly higher, as if mocking Yu Zhiwen's helplessness.

Yu Zhiwen's once delicate and pitiful features twisted into a ferocious expression. Her upper teeth bit down hard on her pale lips, faint traces of blood seeping out, as she stared at the red-clad figure mocking her.

[Vile woman, no matter what sorcery you've used, I will make Xiao Han remember me!]

The thought of her younger brother's hostile gaze just now sent a sharp pang through Yu Zhiwen's heart—a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Afraid of provoking Xiao Han's disgust again, Yu Zhiwen could only secretly transmit her voice to Rao Yuexi, her hands gripping Pei Yuhan's sleeve tightly. The stubbornness of her actions made Rao Yuexi frown slightly.

Was this Yu Zhiwen truly shameless enough to cling to her Xiao Han?

[Disciple Pei doesn't know you, Sageess Yu. What do you mean by pestering him like this? Are you going to break your promise?]

[So what if I break my promise? Once Xiao Han recovers his memories, he'll surely understand my hardships!]

Yu Zhiwen's eyes were nearly drowned in furious blood. Her bloodshot eyes were wide and round, her pale fingers gripping Pei Yuhan's sleeve tightly. The Purple Lotus Platform reappeared, its overwhelming spiritual pressure suggesting another fight was about to break out.

Yu Zhiwen was practically losing her mind. The younger brother she had searched so hard to find had completely forgotten her, his sister, and there was an old woman beside him constantly running her mouth.

[Sageess Yu, think carefully. If we fight again, I have no objections, but the task your sect assigned you...]

[Vile woman, I'm taking Xiao Han today. If you dare stop me, die!]

Yu Zhiwen glanced at Pei Yuhan, who was immobilized by spiritual power, and bitterness welled up in her heart.

Back when her little brother was young, he was so obedient. How had he become like this now...

It must be a rebellious phase. It's fine—as his sister, she naturally had to teach him properly...

Yu Zhiwen decided that no matter how Xiao Han saw her, it didn't matter. As long as she could be with him forever, that was enough!

Faced with Yu Zhiwen's provocation, Rao Yuexi, as an experienced Nascent Soul True Lord, wouldn't show weakness. Besides, Rao Yuexi had a little scheme in mind—if she happened to be seriously injured in the fight with this madwoman, and coincidentally needed the pure yang energy of her nephew's Solar Dao Body to heal...

Rao Yuexi unconsciously squeezed her legs together, eager to provoke Yu Zhiwen into a second round.

Yu Zhiwen was now fixated, her only thought being to slice this old woman—who dared to defile her brother and usurp his place—into a thousand pieces, then take him back to the Qingyou Dao Sect and have her master examine the problem.

Xiao Han, don't you dare think of leaving your sister. You promised me when we were young—we would be together forever!

A wild thought surfaced in Yu Zhiwen's mind, but the dangerous idea was barely born before she forcefully suppressed it.

If there truly was no way to restore Xiao Han's memories, she wouldn't just watch him drift further and further away!

If not born together, then die together—let her, as his sister, take him to the next life!

In an instant, spiritual energy surged. A crimson fire dragon appeared in the sky. Just as the two were about to ascend for a second round, an aged, calm female voice rang out, sweeping across the entire Front Peak.

"Elder Rao, Young Friend Yu, how about granting this old woman some face and stopping here?"

Even the cultivators who had been suppressed by the spiritual pressure felt the weight lift from them, becoming completely relaxed.

Rao Yuexi had previously cast a spell to shield the three of them, so no one knew what had happened. They only sensed the fourth-order spiritual pressure emanating from within and hadn't dared to look up.

Somehow, the two Nascent Soul True Lords at the banquet seemed about to clash again. Fortunately, the sect's Old Ancestor intervened to stop the fight.

Rao Yuexi had already been standing atop the fire dragon, her bare, snow-white feet lightly pressing on its head. Hearing the distant elderly woman's voice, she lost interest and flew back into the hall.

The originally grand hall now had a massive hole torn through its roof by Yu Zhiwen and Rao Yuexi, a testament to the banquet's failure. The Nascent Soul True Lords representing both sides had fought fiercely—and not just once, but about to go for a second round?

Rao Yuexi quickly flew to Pei Yuhan's side, dispelling the immobilization spell on him. Her fox-like, beautiful eyes were filled with concern.

"Nephew, that madwoman didn't hurt you, did she? Let your aunt feel... ah, let your aunt check~"

Rao Yuexi took the chance to grope Pei Yuhan's chest, shamelessly copping a feel, "accidentally" rubbing her bountiful Dao Fruit against him.

Her red lips deliberately breathed hot air onto Pei Yuhan's neck. The sharp sensation made him instinctively step back.

"Aunt... Aunt Yue, Yuhan is fine. It's just that Sageess Yu..."

Pei Yuhan glanced inadvertently at the two figures conversing in the sky—one in a moon-white palace dress standing on a Purple Lotus Platform, the other a red silhouette he recognized.

The pressure emanating from that figure far surpassed his aunt's—only the Grand Elder stationed in the sect could achieve such a level.

Pei Yuhan had once been a True Disciple within the Sword Sect and knew some of its secrets, such as the combat strength of the sect's high-ranking members.

The sect had only one Spirit Transmutation elder and several Nascent Soul True Lords stationed there. The remaining Spirit Transmutation elders were all guarding the borders, while the Nascent Soul True Lords rotated in and out.

Deep within the sect's secret realm was the second-generation Old Ancestor of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, one of only two Void Refining powerhouses in the Eastern Region. The Old Ancestor would only appear in times of sect crisis—even during the war between the Xuanyuan Sword Sect and the Netherworld Demonic Sect a century ago, only a single Spirit Transmutation-level intervention had occurred.

In the sky, Yu Zhiwen's eyes were bloodshot, her killing intent nearly solidifying into form. But before a Spirit Transmutation-level figure, she dared not act rashly.

"Young Friend Yu, would you care to join this old woman for a cup of tea?"