Lies Do Not Hurt; the Truth Is the Sharpest Blade!

Ji Yaoyue narrowed her beautiful eyes, a sharp light bursting forth from within.

In that instant, her body temperature rapidly rose. She could no longer tell whether it was anger born of humiliation or some inexplicable thrill...

The disciple she had abandoned, kicked away like a mangy dog, could actually force her into such a state?

Draw an Erotic Art...

This method of apology seemed harmless on the surface, but in truth, it was trampling upon her lofty Dao Heart!

Too vicious—his heart deserved to be condemned!

No!

It was not like this!

It should not be like this!

For a moment, Ji Yaoyue could not accept it, because Chen Xuan had always looked at her with respect and admiration.

Yet now, his gaze was filled with disgust and mockery!

"What? Such a reasonable and simple request—surely Master will not refuse? This concerns five hundred thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones... and even Ji Wushuang's life or death!" Chen Xuan mocked coldly.

At this moment, he felt not the slightest sympathy for Ji Yaoyue—only the satisfaction of returning tooth for tooth.

Those who abandoned me, yesterday is a day that cannot be kept.

Those who trouble my heart, today is filled with endless worries.

Lies do not hurt; the truth is the sharpest blade!

Chen Xuan's words were extraordinarily lethal.

"Pant! Pant!..."

Ji Yaoyue gasped violently, causing her plump, delicate body and... to rise and fall in wild tremors, forming beautiful curves.

She maintained a calm facade, but inwardly, she was caught in the struggle between two warring beliefs.

One belief urged her to maintain her lofty, cold pride and fiercely slap Chen Xuan across the face.

The other longed for Chen Xuan's respect and concern.

In the end, Ji Yaoyue helplessly chose to yield and admit defeat, because... she had no other choice!

But even if she had to "kneel," she felt she had to do so with enough pride!

Why should this bastard press down on her?

Was he worthy?

Thus, Ji Yaoyue simply said in a cold, hard tone, "Isn't it just drawing an Erotic Art for you? A useless cripple like you will never have a woman admire you in this life. You can only use such a method to vent those humble, pitiful desires in your heart, can't you?"

"Chen Xuan, you are quite sensible. You know that after the Apprentice Ceremony, Wushuang will become Mu Yun Sanxian's successor, standing high above all others. And you are destined to lose the Panlong Treasure Ring and the Haotian Sword. So you are spending some of those Spirit Stones in advance to secure some benefits for yourself, aren't you?"

Those words left even Chen Xuan utterly dumbfounded...

Yet Ji Yaoyue continued, growing more emotional, as though she had touched upon the threads of truth.

"I understand! I understand everything! So that is how it is? Hahaha... Chen Xuan, you disgust me!!!..."

"Boom!"

Ji Yaoyue's plump, exquisite body shuddered, and she actually erupted with the aura of a Transformation Spirit Great Expert?

She had broken through the cultivation bottleneck that had troubled her for years!

"Hahaha!..."

Ji Yaoyue could not help laughing, overwhelmed with excitement.

She looked at Chen Xuan and said excitedly, "Wicked disciple, you did not expect this, did you? You wanted to use this trick to damage my Dao Heart? Dream on! Only now do I truly understand!"

Then, under Chen Xuan's bewildered gaze, Ji Yaoyue excitedly took out brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone from her Storage Ring.

A flush appeared on her face, as though she had entered some wondrous state, and she swiftly wielded her brush across the scroll.

Ji Yaoyue was skilled in painting. In the time it took an incense stick to burn, she had actually completed the scroll.

Then, Ji Yaoyue flung it toward Chen Xuan and drifted away with effortless grace...

"Chen Xuan, all your laughable and despicable schemes to make trouble and fight for things were merely because you wanted to gain some sense of presence before me. What a humble and foolish way of doing things!..."

"Now, you know you have become a cripple, yet you still cannot let go of your old obsession, so you came up with this trick. Am I right?"

"Since I, Ji Yaoyue, am your master, I will simply help you once... Take a look at this Erotic Art and see whether you are satisfied."

"This will be the most precious treasured scroll of your life, hidden beneath your pillow and fondled every day! Hahaha... You useless wretch with a filthy heart are truly contemptible!"

Her lingering voice drifted through the air as Ji Yaoyue had already left the side hall.

"Has she gone mad?"

Chen Xuan was angry and confused. He casually opened the scroll, wanting to see what it was all about...

"Boom!!!"

In an instant.

Shock exploded within Chen Xuan's body, setting off wave after wave of devastating impact.

His mind went completely blank!

"This? This? This! How could..."

On the scroll was a series of lifelike "instructional" scenes between a man and woman—Yaksha Probes the Sea, Immortal Points the Way, Inverted Golden Hook... every pose and spirit perfectly captured.

Most importantly!

The man's face resembled Chen Xuan.

The woman's face resembled... Ji Yaoyue!

After a long while.

Chen Xuan finally recovered from his profound shock, the corners of his mouth twitching violently again and again!

Madness!

This was fucking too insane, wasn't it?

He could guess with his toes why Ji Yaoyue had broken through her bottleneck with her Dao Heart greatly unburdened, and why she had left those words behind before departing.

Ji Yaoyue actually firmly believed that he had always admired her?

And that this so-called coercion was also his painstaking effort to leave behind a "most precious treasured scroll of his life"?

Chen Xuan completely lost it!

How narcissistic did a woman have to be to think like that?

"No! I have to destroy this scroll right in front of Ji Yaoyue! She is far too narcissistic!"

Chen Xuan was deeply indignant and instantly made up his mind.

Just then, a bone-chilling sense of dread suddenly arose!

"Whoosh!"

A cloud of gray, evil mist appeared out of thin air and lunged toward Chen Xuan.

But the moment it touched Chen Xuan's body, it let out a sharp, ear-piercing scream and quickly pulled away, wrapping up the scroll before vanishing into the air without a trace...

"What?"

Chen Xuan was horrified and deeply shocked.

What the hell was that gray, evil mist?

And why had it taken the scroll away?

Everything had happened too suddenly. Chen Xuan had not even had time to react.

A moment later.

Chen Xuan walked out of the side hall...

"Hehe!"

Surrounded by people offering their congratulations, Ji Yaoyue was filled with delight and smug pride.

She glanced at Chen Xuan as he emerged from the side hall with his head hanging low, her snow-white swan neck lifted high!

She was smug beyond measure!

That wicked disciple had indeed hidden the scroll on his person...

Nothing could have made Ji Yaoyue feel more satisfied than this sight.

But... being admired by such a useless cripple was truly a disgrace to her!

Then.

Scenes involuntarily surfaced in Ji Yaoyue's mind—Chen Xuan taking out the scroll in the dead of night and losing himself in it...

In an instant, her entire body turned crimson-hot.

So thrilling!!! (Wen Song cried out here)