The Magical Beast Mountain Range.
On a huge rock in the middle of an open stretch of grassland, a teenage boy lay facedown, with an illusory soul floating beside him.
At that moment, the soul was pouring power into the boy's backside. Streams of gentle soul power soothed his seemingly split-open rear, slowly reducing the swelling.
Soon, the boy, who had remained unconscious all this time, slowly opened his eyes.
"Little Yanzi, you're awake."
Noticing signs that Xiao Yan was waking up, Yao Chen stopped channeling his power and floated before him, asking after him with concern.
"Teacher... hiss... oh, oh..."
At the sight of Yao Chen, Xiao Yan had barely addressed him before the nerves in his "chrysanthemum" woke up. Intense pain from within shot through his entire body again, making him cry out repeatedly-though those sounds were decidedly easy to misunderstand.
Although Yao Chen had treated the swelling on the outside of Xiao Yan's ravaged chrysanthemum, the internal injury reached deep into his soul.
"Bastard!"
"Don't let me find out who did this to me, or I'll grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes!"
Clutching his chrysanthemum, Xiao Yan broke out in a cold sweat, his words grinding through clenched teeth. Clearly, the heart-piercing pain of his ruined backside had pushed his psychological trauma past its breaking point. His hatred for whoever had hurt him ran bone-deep.
Pain in the balls, pain in the dick, and pain in the chrysanthemum-these were all pains a man would remember vividly, the three great weak spots of any man.
Ling Feng's sneak attack had truly pulled the firewood out from under the cauldron.
"It was Ling Feng. He's back..."
Yao Chen's words made Xiao Yan momentarily forget his pain. His expression changed instantly. "What? Ling Feng?"
"That's right. It