Sect Leader, This Is Merely a Small Compensation

"Get out! You bastard!"

Liu Ziyan snapped in a tone that brooked no argument, "Why don't you piss a puddle and look at your reflection? Look at what you are! A toad lusting after swan flesh? Keep dreaming!"

"If you dare touch so much as a hair on me, I will crush you into dust, you maggot!"

Normally, Liu Ziyan's deeply humiliating words would have left Lin Mo red-faced and beside himself with rage.

But now, Lin Mo had already decided that a broken pot might as well be smashed, and he no longer cared how Liu Ziyan insulted him.

Instead, he wanted to humiliate Liu Ziyan mercilessly and vent the bitter resentment from the hundred years of humiliation he had endured.

"Heh, heh, heh... hahahaha!"

Rather than getting angry, Lin Mo laughed. "Sect Leader, how could this old man not know what he is? A toad that doesn't want to eat swan flesh is no good toad."

"I know your temperament, Sect Leader. If you could kill me right now, you would have already ground my bones and scattered my ashes. I imagine it's because of the Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art?"

"..."

Liu Ziyan gritted her teeth, her expression dark, her fury tinged with helplessness.

It was exactly as Lin Mo had said. If the Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art had not been interfering, she would have crushed him to death long ago.

Why else would she let him buzz like a fly beside her ear?

Then.

Lin Mo crouched down, his gaze settling on Liu Ziyan's smooth, delicate shoulders, which looked tender enough to break at the lightest touch. He clicked his tongue. "Such exquisite beauty. Rather than letting some other man enjoy it someday, why not let this old man enjoy it?"

No sooner had Lin Mo finished speaking.

Than Liu Ziyan felt one of his hands settle on her shoulder.

In an instant, something like an electric current shot from the soles of her feet straight to the crown of her head.

She shuddered!

At that moment, her body also sent out a signal that it wanted more.

But... Liu Ziyan's reason was still holding the final line of defense.

To her, Lin Mo was a rat from the sewers. With her lofty opinion of herself, how could she tolerate a sewer rat defiling her?

"Get your filthy hand off me, you mongrel servant!"

Liu Ziyan's slender body trembled as she said through gritted teeth, "Or else... or else...!"

"That's your only reaction?"

Joy stirred in Lin Mo's heart, and he completely ignored Liu Ziyan's warning.

I've already touched her, yet all she can give me is a warning without the slightest threat behind it? It looks like the Yin-Yang Evil Demon Art really does have a powerful hold on her.

At the thought, Lin Mo's breathing began to quicken.

Then Lin Mo grew even bolder, taking a mile after being given an inch.

His withered hand lifted Liu Ziyan's chin.

Their eyes met once more.

At that moment, Liu Ziyan's exquisitely beautiful face showed panic, anger, humiliation, and an icy killing intent that chilled him to the bone.

Lin Mo shrugged and teased, "Sect Leader, didn't you say you wanted to see whether this old servant still had that ability? Why not test it yourself and find out?"

Lin Mo no longer cared what would happen afterward.

But he knew this might be his only chance to humiliate Liu Ziyan.

If he could truly humiliate Liu Ziyan mercilessly and satisfy his desires, what was there to fear even if he died afterward?

"You bastard! I order you to get out this instant! I may still leave your corpse intact. Otherwise..."

Liu Ziyan's eyes widened with rage as she shouted, almost hysterically, "Once I recover, I'll make you beg for life and be denied, beg for death and be refused!"

"Heh, death awaits me either way. This old man put it out of his mind long ago!"

Lin Mo gave a cold laugh, a vicious gleam rising in his sunken eyes. "This old man served as your menial for a hundred years, and you humiliated, tormented, beat, and berated me for a hundred years. This... is merely a small compensation for me!"

The more Liu Ziyan insulted and threatened him.

The more frenzied Lin Mo became inside.

Liu Ziyan's heart trembled. Ashamed and furious, she raised her hand, intending to smash Lin Mo into dust.

But she could not summon even a trace of spiritual power.

Splash!

In the next instant, Lin Mo jumped into the bathing pool as well.

"Ah..."

Liu Ziyan let out a startled cry, her gaze turning hazy.

Lin Mo was so excited that even his voice began to tremble slightly. "Sect Leader, cultivating alone must be unbearable. Let this old man help you cultivate."

Liu Ziyan gave a slight nod and reached out with her fair, delicate hands to embrace Lin Mo.

At that moment.

The temperature inside the bathing pool soared, and the rising steam shrouded the entire bathing chamber in an impenetrable haze.

As for Lin Mo.

Although Liu Ziyan kept drawing away his yang energy, his own cultivation was so low.

That the yin energy faintly emanating from Liu Ziyan was also nourishing his body, which was like a guttering candle in the wind.

A night passed.

The first streak of fish-belly white appeared on the horizon, announcing the start of a new day.

All things began to awaken.

Inside the bathing chamber.

Liu Ziyan had put her purple gauze robe back on, displaying all her grace and nobility.

A rosy flush colored her face, beautiful enough to topple cities and kingdoms.

The aura emanating from her was several times stronger than it had been before last night!

Yet her beautiful eyes remained as cold as ten-thousand-year-old mystic ice. As she looked at Lin Mo slumped against the wall, a glint of killing intent flashed through them.

"Heh..."

Lin Mo sat slumped against the wall, a relaxed smile of satisfaction and release lingering on his weathered face. As though a great burden had been lifted, he said, "Sect Leader, after sharing such an encounter with you, this old man's journey through this world has left him with no regrets, even in death."

"Kill me or carve me up. Do as you please."