"Holy shit, something huge is about to happen!"
"What huge thing? What huge thing? The Holy Son's attack was perfectly justified. What did he do wrong?"
"Shameless, utterly shameless! Ninth, you're just as shameless as Ye Xuan!"
"What a defiant disciple! If it were me, I'd beat that defiant disciple to death!"
"Pah! What defiant disciple? On the battle platform, there's no distinction between men and women. Don't you understand that?"
After a brief, deathly silence, the bunch of old geezers resumed their heated exchange through voice transmissions, their tongues sharp as swords.
Han Bingning's expression also turned furious in an instant, her face flushing with embarrassment as she gritted her teeth.
Especially when she felt that burning sting, her embarrassment and anger grew beyond measure!
How could this defiant disciple attack her there?
Han Bingning's icy eyes fixed firmly on Ye Xuan before her, as though a violent storm were about to break.
"Today, I'm going to enforce heaven's justice and slay you, you immoral, defiant disciple!"
At one point, an icy voice suddenly rang from her lips.
The next second-
Boom!
Her presence suddenly surged, and then she charged at Ye Xuan.
She had actually raised her cultivation, which she had suppressed to Origin Condensation Fifth Layer, straight to Essence Condensation Ninth Layer.
Ye Xuan's scalp prickled, and he hurriedly shouted, "Master, it's a misunderstanding! It really is a misunderstanding! I didn't mean it!"
Smack!
But after that resounding impact, Ye Xuan's voice cut off abruptly.
Like a meteor shooting backward, he flew straight off the battle platform, hurtling toward the eight unscrupulous old geezers.
The Ninth Ancestor's eyes were sharp and his hands quick. With a casual wave and a whoosh, Ye Xuan's still-flying body instantly changed direction, flying back toward the martial arts platform.
Ye Xuan's head swam, and he nearly cursed aloud.
That old bastard did that on purpose, didn't he?
Seeing this, Han Bingning's lips curved into an icy arc, and her graceful figure rose into the air like a dancing immortal maiden.
The next moment, a long leg swept swiftly toward Ye Xuan.
Suspended in midair, Ye Xuan had nothing to push against.
And so,
Thud!
He felt a pain in his backside and went flying again.
Seeing this, the Ninth Ancestor couldn't help grinning and was just about to wave his hand again.
But the Third Ancestor acted a step faster, extending his palm and pressing toward Ye Xuan from a distance.
Ye Xuan felt his head spin, and then he was sent hurtling back toward the martial arts platform again.
He was on the verge of breaking down.
These old bastards were actually playing dirty?
Sending him back to the martial arts platform for his beautiful master to beat was bad enough, but they were even using underhanded tricks to make him dizzy?
Despicable!
Shameless!!
Detestable!!!
Thud, thud, thud!
After that, one impact rang out after another. Han Bingning vented to her heart's content, feeling thoroughly refreshed and regaining her confidence.
The eight ancestors also watched with great interest, offering comments as they watched:
"That was a fine kick from Little Bingning. She's truly inherited my teachings."
"Heh, that slap was well delivered too. Whether it was strength, speed, or placement, she had everything just right."
"Oh, Little Bingning, vent your anger all you like, but don't hit him there! Is that somewhere you can strike? What if you damage it?"
Ye Xuan's head remained groggy the entire time, and he felt as though he was about to be beaten to death.
He simply lacked the strength. Otherwise, he would definitely have given his beautiful master a savage beating first, then beaten those eight old geezers to death.
Half a quarter of an hour later.
Han Bingning finally stopped.
Ye Xuan lay sprawled on the ground, questioning his life.
Who am I?
Where am I?
Why does my whole body hurt so much?
He raised his head blankly and saw a lovely figure, along with two long, shapely legs.
His mind gave a sudden jolt, and Ye Xuan remembered.
His beautiful master had just been beating him up!
Damn it!
One day, I'll get her back, and I'll be on top when I do!
While inwardly making that fierce vow, Ye Xuan wore a smile uglier than a crying face. "Master, how's my talent?"
Hearing this, Han Bingning's lovely face flushed slightly, and the anger that had only just subsided seemed ready to flare up again.
Just then, the Eighth Ancestor shouted, "You've been beaten like a dog. How good could it be? Useless, utterly useless!"
The Third Ancestor chimed in, "Exactly. You want to be named Holy Son when you're like this? Don't disgrace our holy land."
The Seventh Ancestor also spoke up. "Exactly. He really is a little useless!"
The next second, he raised his head to look at Han Bingning, his eyes burning:
"Little Bingning, look at this fellow. Not only is he useless, but he's utterly rebellious too. He really doesn't deserve to be the disciple of a Holy Lord like you."
"How about I reluctantly take him in and help you train him properly?"
At these words, the other seven ancestors immediately grew anxious.
Their beards bristled and their eyes bulged, their faces and necks turning red.
"Seventh, have you no shame? Why would you take in someone so useless? Better leave him to me to discipline."
"Nonsense! Is he worthy of becoming our disciple? I happen to need a flower-picking boy at my place. I think he'd be just right."
"Shameless! You're all utterly shameless!"
Looking at these eight ancestors who said one thing while meaning another and cared nothing for their dignity, Han Bingning gave a mocking smile.
The next second, she picked Ye Xuan up with one hand and vanished.
Seeing this, the eight ancestors fell abruptly silent and froze on the spot.
"Ah, taking in a disciple is so difficult."
"Little Bingning has grown up. She's no longer that naive little brat she used to be. She's not easy to fool anymore."
"The Holy Son, the Holy Son. As expected of the Chaos Sacred Body, he's truly a monstrous talent. He's almost catching up to me."
"..."
Holy Son Hall.
Ye Xuan lay on the bed, looking as though he had nothing left to live for.
Seeing him like this, Han Bingning inexplicably felt a little distressed and guilty.
She asked, "How are you? It's nothing serious, is it?"
Ye Xuan sounded aggrieved. "It hurts! How could it be nothing serious?"
Hearing this, Han Bingning felt even more embarrassed.
She extended a slender, fair hand and placed it directly on Ye Xuan's chest.
The next second, a gentle surge of Spiritual Qi poured in, instantly healing the injury to his chest.
Han Bingning's slender hand began to move, continuously pouring Spiritual Qi into Ye Xuan's body to heal his injuries.
An inexplicable trace of warmth actually stirred in Ye Xuan's heart.
He could tell that his injuries were all external and not particularly severe. Clearly, his master had held back.
Even so, his master was willing to expend Spiritual Qi to heal him. She truly treated him as her disciple.
But soon, Ye Xuan's heart began pounding despite himself.
His master was far too close to him, and her method of healing was far too unusual. He couldn't take it.
Seeing Han Bingning's fair hand still moving as she continued healing him, Ye Xuan hurriedly shot upright.
"Master, I'm fine. There's no need for this."
He was on the verge of tears.
Han Bingning nodded.
Although her expression looked very calm,
Ye Xuan still keenly noticed that her lovely face was slightly flushed too. Clearly, she was also a little embarrassed; this was her first time doing something like this.
After a long while, Han Bingning said, "Mm, rest for now, then."
"In three days, I'll take you somewhere to temper yourself. Once we return, you can wait in peace for your investiture as Holy Son."
"Temper myself?" Ye Xuan frowned. "Where are we going for that? I think I'm already excellent enough. I don't need tempering."
Hearing this, Han Bingning's gaze suddenly sharpened, and she snorted:
"Although your talent is monstrous and your combat strength is formidable, your moves lack killing intent. You need life-and-death combat, genuine life-and-death combat!"
At this point, Han Bing paused briefly before continuing, "Don't think you're so amazing just because you've killed a few demonic beasts and one Yang Xiong."
"I'm certain that on the day you're invested as Holy Son, people harboring ill intentions will step onto the platform to challenge you. If they can kill you, they absolutely won't show mercy."
"No one wants to see our Ancient Desolate Holy Land rise, and even fewer want to see you grow."
Hearing this, Ye Xuan fell silent for a moment.
Meanwhile, Han Bingning had already turned and was walking out of the hall.
Watching his beautiful master's slender figure and her elegantly otherworldly silhouette from behind, Ye Xuan truly couldn't hold back, and the words slipped out:
"Master, does it still hurt?"
At those words, the already quiet Holy Son Hall instantly fell deathly silent.