Chapter 50 Beating Ye Fan

“That arm, I want it.”

The young girl's voice was crisp and melodious, yet it carried a chilling intent that made one's heart tremble.

The wind rose, causing Qin Yurou's emerald green skirt to flutter and snap.

On the stage, the dust had not yet settled.

Ye Fan gripped the rusted iron sword in his hand, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes like those of a lone wolf, staring fixedly at the petite girl before him.

Humiliation.

Unprecedented humiliation.

Being ignored by Su Ye was one thing, but now even his servant, a Junior Sister, dared to jump out and point fingers at him?

“Step aside.”

Ye Fan's voice was hoarse, suppressing the raging anger in his chest. “I don't hit women.”

“Especially not the sycophants of that hypocrite.”

His gaze was disdainful, as if looking at a poor wretch who had strayed from the path.

“What do you know?”

“You only see his shiny, glamorous exterior, but you don't know what he is like behind the scenes...”

“Shut up!”

Qin Yurou's willow eyebrows arched in anger as she cut him off.

“Do you even deserve to mention my Senior Brother?”

“Since you won't make a move, then this young lady will do it for you!”

Before the words had even faded.

Qin Yurou moved.

There was no earth-shattering explosion of Aura, nor any flashy opening stance.

Only a dazzling afterimage remained.

Too fast!

Ye Fan's pupils contracted sharply, his combat instincts causing him to instinctively raise his rusted iron sword to block.

“Clang!”

A crisp sound rang out.

A tremendous force traveled along the sword's body, numbing Ye Fan's tiger's mouth, and he slid backward uncontrollably for several meters.

Before he could even steady himself.

“Is this the so-called ‘thirty years east of the river’?”

Qin Yurou's mocking voice sounded in his ear. “With this little strength, you're not even good enough to massage my Senior Brother's back.”

Ye Fan was shocked.

Since when?

He turned his head abruptly, only to see a hand, fair as jade, rapidly enlarging in his vision.

“Slap!”

The crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout the entire martial arts arena.

Ye Fan was spun around in place by the blow, half of his face instantly swelling up, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Everyone widened their eyes, watching this scene in disbelief.

Ye Fan, who had just defeated Zhao Wuji like a god of slaughter, was now slapped by the Junior Sister from Purple Bamboo Peak in a single exchange?

“You...”

Ye Fan covered his face, his eyes filled with disbelief and shame.

This slap didn't cause much damage, but it was extremely insulting.

“This slap was on behalf of my Senior Brother.”

Qin Yurou shook her hand, pulled out a silk handkerchief with a look of disgust to wipe her fingers, and casually threw it on the ground.

“Your skin is so thick, it made my hand hurt.”

“I'm going to kill you!!”

Ye Fan completely lost his sanity.

The pain of having his self-esteem trampled made his eyes bloodshot, like a wounded beast.

“Desolate Ancient Wolf Smoke Sword!”

He roared, his inner Spiritual Qi running wildly, and a layer of dark red blood light appeared on the rusted iron sword.

That was a killing move he had comprehended during life-and-death battles.

Carrying a tragic Evil Qi, it struck straight at Qin Yurou's throat.

This sword strike was even faster and more ruthless than the one that defeated Zhao Wuji just now!

On the Elder's platform below the stage.

Outer Sect Elder Li Changfeng stroked his beard and exclaimed: “Although this child's Heart-Nature is arrogant, his talent for the sword is truly extraordinary. This strike already has the rudiments of Sword Intent.”

“Hmph.”

Beside him, Purple Bamboo Peak Elder Leng Yueli, though her face was covered in frost, clenched her fingers slightly beneath her sleeves where no one could see.

Her gaze crossed the crowd and looked at the lazy figure on the high platform.

Su Ye was holding a teacup, a smile on his lips, seemingly unconcerned about the situation below.

“Yeer... is your Junior Sister going to be alright?”

A cold voice transmission quietly slipped into Su Ye's ears.

Su Ye lifted his eyelids slightly, tapped his fingertips on the tea lid, and sent a voice transmission back:

“Revered Master, rest assured.”

“Yuruo, this girl, although she looks naive and silly on weekdays, if anyone touches her reverse scale...”

“She can be a man-eater.”

“Besides.”

Su Ye's gaze was deep. “The things I gave her are not just for show.”

On the stage.

Facing Ye Fan's angry strike, Qin Yurou did not retreat but advanced instead.

She gently twirled the Autumn Water Sword in her hand, like a pool of autumn water rippling out.

“Clear Heart Sword Art — Blurred Flowers Dazzle the Eyes.”

Swish, swish, swish!

The sky full of sword shadows bloomed like falling flowers, instantly wrapping Ye Fan's tragic blood-colored Sword Qi inside.

Softness overcomes hardness.

Ye Fan felt as if his sword had stabbed into a mass of cotton, all his force being completely dissipated by that continuous Sword Intent.

Immediately after.

“Puchi!”

A cold light flashed.

Ye Fan let out a muffled groan, and a spurt of blood instantly shot out from his left shoulder.

“Too slow.”

Qin Yurou's voice remained cold.

“Puchi!”

Struck in the right leg.

“Full of openings.”

“Puchi!”

Struck in the abdomen.

“Is this the capital you have to challenge my Senior Brother?”

In just a few breaths.

Ye Fan already had a dozen wounds on his body, blood staining his washed-out cloth clothes.

He was like a clumsy clown, toyed with in the palm of Qin Yurou's hand.

“Ah!!!”

Ye Fan roared, he was unwilling to accept this!

He clearly had the assistance of that mysterious ring and combat experience far beyond ordinary people, why was he being suppressed and beaten by a pampered young lady?

“Teacher! Help me!!”

He screamed frantically in his heart.

Hum—

At that moment, the ancient black ring on his finger suddenly trembled.

A vicissitudinous and ancient Soul Power was about to awaken to lend Ye Fan strength.

However.

Just as this power was about to erupt.

On the high platform.

Su Ye put down his teacup.

In those double pupils, Chaos Qi circulated, as if two black suns were slowly rising.

One glance.

Merely one glance.

That invisible Soul Power pressure instantly crossed space and accurately bombarded the black ring.

“Old thing.”

Su Ye's lips moved slightly, silently spitting out a few words.

“Shrink back for me.”

Pfft!

Ye Fan on the stage suddenly felt a burning sensation on his fingertip, and the power that had just surged up, as if encountering some terrifying natural enemy, instantly shrank back!

“What's going on?!”

Ye Fan was terrified.

The old voice in his mind whispered in terror: “That... that is Double Pupils?! How could this Primordial Origin Holy Land have such a terrifying Physique?! Kid, don't provoke him! Those eyes are staring at me, I don't dare to move!”

What?!

Even his mysterious Teacher was afraid?

Ye Fan's mind was shaken, and his movements instantly showed a fatal stiffness.

“Distracted during a fight?”

Qin Yurou sneered, “Who are you looking down on?”

Opportunity!

Her figure flashed and she instantly appeared beside Ye Fan.

The Autumn Water Sword in her hand did not pierce down, but instead, she turned the blade horizontally and struck directly at the back of Ye Fan's knee.

“Crack!”

The sound of bone cracking rang out.

“Ah!”

Ye Fan screamed, his left leg went soft, and he knelt on one knee on the ground.

“Kneel!”

Qin Yurou gave a sharp shout and kicked his other leg.

“Thump!”

This time, it was both knees on the ground.

And it was kneeling towards the high platform, in the direction of Su Ye.

The whole audience was in an uproar.

Ye Fan, who had just been arrogant and screaming for a life-and-death duel, was now like a dead dog, forced to kneel on the stage.

“You... witch!”

Ye Fan's eyes bled, wanting to struggle to stand up.

But where would Qin Yurou give him a chance.

She stepped directly on Ye Fan's shoulder, like Mount Tai pressing down, suppressing him firmly in place.

“Witch?”

Qin Yurou tilted her head, the “ice heart moon lotus hairpin” in her hair emitting a faint, ghostly light, making her small face look even more exquisite and moving.

“As long as I can help Senior Brother clean up the trash, what does it matter if I'm a witch?”

She looked down at Ye Fan from a superior position, without a shred of pity in her eyes.

“Just now, when you pointed this broken sword at Senior Brother, weren't you very majestic?”

“Just now, when you threatened a life-and-death duel, weren't you very arrogant?”

“What about now?”

“Why are you lying on the ground like a stray dog?”

Every word of Qin Yurou was like a sharp knife, stabbing fiercely into Ye Fan's heart.

“I... I refuse to accept this!”

Ye Fan bit his teeth until they shattered, his mouth full of blood. “If it weren't for you relying on the advantage of your weapon, if it weren't for your cultivation being higher than mine...”

“If we fought at the same level, killing you would be like killing a chicken!”

Hearing this.

The surrounding Disciples shook their heads one after another.

Losing is losing; making such excuses is truly ugly.

“Heh.”

Qin Yurou looked as if she had heard some huge joke.

“Weapon? Cultivation?”

“That old ghost hiding in your ring, sucking your essence blood every day to help you Body Tempering, doesn't that count as cheating?”

“That sword technique you just used is clearly a killing move from an Evil Path thousands of years ago, doesn't that count as a cheat?”

Although Qin Yurou didn't know the plot, everything had already been pointed out in the information Su Ye gave her.

Ye Fan's face turned pale instantly.

How did she know?!

That was his biggest secret!

“Enough nonsense.”

Qin Yurou's eyes turned cold, her killing intent fully revealed.

“This young lady keeps her word.”

“I said I wanted your arm, so I must have your arm.”

As the words fell.

The Autumn Water Sword in her hand was raised suddenly, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Ye Fan's right arm, the one holding the sword.

“Don't!”

“Stop!”

The Deacon Elder in charge of judging changed his expression drastically and was about to intervene.

After all, this was a sparring match between fellow Disciples. Although they had stepped onto the Life and Death Arena, if a promising talent were truly crippled, it would be difficult to answer to the Sect.

However.

"It's good to let him learn a lesson."

Above on the high platform, Su Ye's lazy voice drifted over faintly.

The voice was not loud, yet it carried an unquestionable dignity.

The Elder's figure froze in mid-air instantly.

Senior Brother Su Ye has spoken?

This...

Just at that moment of the Elder's hesitation.

Qin Yurou's sword had already fallen.

Without any hesitation.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

"Pfft—!!"

Fresh blood splattered.

An arm clutching a rusty iron sword was tossed high, tracing a tragic and beautiful arc in the air.

Then.

With a thud.

It fell into the dust.

"Ahhhhhhh—!!!"

A shrill scream pierced the sky.

Ye Fan clutched his severed arm, rolling frantically on the ground in pain, his face twisted beyond recognition.

Blood sprayed like a fountain, staining Qin Yurou's emerald skirt red.

Yet she did not even frown.

She just looked coldly at the wailing Ye Fan on the ground, as if looking at a pile of trash.

"This is the price for offending Senior Brother."

Qin Yurou sheathed her sword, her movements fluid and extremely elegant.

She turned slowly to face Su Ye on the high platform.

In that instant.

The cold killing intent and disgust on her face instantly melted away, replaced by a bright smile.

Just like a little girl who had scored full marks and was waiting for her parents' praise.

"Senior Brother!"

Qin Yurou tilted her head up, her large eyes sparkling.

"Yurou has completed the mission!"

"I have taken this arm off for you!"

On the high platform.

Su Ye watched this scene, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

At this moment, his villain points were jumping wildly.

[Ding! host's attendant Qin Yurou has severely injured the Child of Luck, Ye Fan, and severed his Opportunity arm!]

[Child of Luck Ye Fan's Luck is damaged, and his Dao Heart is on the verge of collapse!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 5000 villain points!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining an additional reward: Heaven Rank Low Grade movement technique "Snow-Stepping Without a Trace"!]

Satisfying.

This feeling of watching the Child of Luck being abused without having to do it himself was truly satisfying.

"Well done."

Su Ye slowly stood up. At this moment, his white clothes were whiter than snow, his appearance jade-like, resembling a banished immortal descending to the mortal world.

He took a step forward, and it seemed as if lotus flowers bloomed beneath his feet. In an instant, he covered a distance of a hundred zhang and landed on the arena.

He ignored Ye Fan, who was rolling and wailing on the ground.

He walked straight to Qin Yurou.

He reached out his hand and gently wiped away a drop of blood stained on her cheek.

The movement was intoxicatingly gentle.

"It's dirty."

Su Ye said softly.

Qin Yurou's pretty face flushed slightly, enjoying Senior Brother's touch, and she whispered, "It's not dirty. As long as it's for Senior Brother, even if it's a sea of blood, Yurou is not afraid."

To the side.

The Third Junior Sister, Lin Qingzhu, who had just arrived, saw this scene and was so jealous that she almost bit her teeth into pieces.

The long sword in her hand hummed.

"Damn it... I was beaten to it by this little girl!"

"If I had known, I should have jumped down just now!"

And at the edge of the arena.

The Second Junior Sister, Jiang Wanyin, was looking at Su Ye's back with infatuated eyes, not caring at all about the wailing cripple on the ground.

"Enough."

Just at this moment.

A dignified voice sounded.

The Punishment Elder in charge of the Outer Sect finally could not hold back and landed on the arena.

He looked at Ye Fan with blood and a severed arm all over the ground, frowned tightly, and turned to look at Su Ye, his tone carrying a hint of reproach:

"Su Ye, this is a competition between fellow Disciples, why resort to such a vicious hand?"

"Although this Ye Fan is arrogant, his crimes do not warrant this. Now that he has lost an arm, his path of cultivation is half ruined."

"As the Senior Brother, not only did you not stop it, but you also indulged your Junior Sister in committing violence. Isn't this going too far?"

The surrounding Disciples were also as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to speak.

Although Ye Fan was arrogant, this outcome was indeed too miserable.

Su Ye heard this and turned around.

Facing the Punishment Elder's aggressive questioning, he still wore that calm and indifferent smile on his face.

"Going too far?"

Su Ye chuckled, his laughter carrying a hint of playfulness.

"Elder Zhang, are you senile?"

"You..." Elder Zhang was choked with anger, "Presumptuous!"

Su Ye ignored his anger and pointed at Ye Fan on the ground.

"He was the one who called for the life and death duel."

"On the Life and Death Arena, we decide both victory and defeat, and life and death."

"Since he signed the life and death waiver, he had already put his head on the line."

Su Ye's voice suddenly turned cold, and a terrifying Aura belonging to the Nascent Soul Stage (the cultivation level displayed externally at this time) was instantly released.

"If Yurou had been the one defeated today, and her arm had been severed."

"Elder Zhang, would you still stand out and say this?"

"I'm afraid you would say, 'inferior skills lead to one's own undoing,' right?"

Elder Zhang was speechless for a moment, his face flushing red, "This... this is after all bullying the weak with the strong..."

"Bullying the weak with the strong?"

Su Ye sneered, and a cold glint flashed in his double pupils.

He walked slowly to the side of Ye Fan, who was still twitching.

He looked down at this so-called "Child of Destiny" from a high position.

"Ye Fan."

"You kept saying that I am trash built up by resources, and saying 'don't bully the young because they are poor.'"

"Today, I gave you a chance."

"Unfortunately."

"I gave you a chance, but you were useless."

Su Ye shook his head, his eyes looking as if he were looking at an ant that could be crushed at will.

"Yurou sparing your life is already the greatest mercy."

"As for this arm..."

Su Ye's gaze swept over the severed arm, and his fingers moved slightly.

Pfft!

A wisp of Spiritual Qi fire shot out.

The severed arm instantly ignited and turned into ashes.

"Since it pointed at the wrong person, there's no need to keep it."

Ruthless!

Too ruthless!

Not only did he sever someone's arm, but he also burned it to ashes, cutting off any possibility of reattachment!

Ye Fan watched helplessly as his arm turned to ashes, his eyes rolled back, and overcome with extreme rage, he fainted directly.

"Throw him out."

Su Ye waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.

"Don't dirty the ground of the martial arts arena."

Several Utility Disciples went up to the stage trembling, and dragged the unconscious Ye Fan down like dragging a dead dog.

A farce ended just like that.

Su Ye turned around and looked at Qin Yurou, his face returning to a gentle smile.

"Let's go, back to Purple Bamboo Peak."

"Senior Brother will stew soup for you to drink."

"Yay! I want to drink Snow Lotus Spirit Chicken Soup!" Qin Yurou cheered and directly grabbed Su Ye's arm. Where was there any sign of the female Asura from just now?

...

At this time.

Deep inside the Cold Moon Palace.

Leng Yueli, dressed in a moon-white dress, was watching everything happening on the martial arts arena through the Water Mirror Technique.

When she saw the scene of Su Ye dominantly protecting his own and casually turning the severed arm into ashes.

This cold and arrogant Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak actually had a faint blush appear on her beautiful cheeks.

She bit her red lips lightly, and her beautiful eyes were filled with rippling waves.

"This Rebellious Disciple..."

"His style of conduct is truly becoming more and more overbearing..."

"However..."

She recalled last night in the Cold Moon Palace, Su Ye was also this overbearing when he pressed her against...

Leng Yueli felt her legs go a bit weak.

"Hmph, to vent anger for the Junior Sister, he caused such a big scene."

"Tonight..."

"Tonight, I must 'punish' him properly."

She stretched out her slender jade hand and gently caressed Su Ye's reflection in the water mirror, her eyes dazed and burning.

"Yeer..."

"Revered Master's 'Yin Yang Creation Scripture' seems to have reached a Bottleneck again..."

...

On the martial arts arena.

With the departure of Su Ye and the others, that oppressive atmosphere finally dissipated.

But everyone knew.

After today.

In Primordial Origin Holy Land, the name of Su Ye would become even more prominent.

And that firefly, Ye Fan, who tried to challenge the bright moon...

Would likely become a complete joke.

"System."

During the flight on his sword, Su Ye muttered in his heart.

"Check Ye Fan's remaining Luck points."

[Ding! After this battle, the Child of Luck, Ye Fan, is disgraced, has a severed arm and a broken body, and his Dao Heart is damaged.]

[Current Luck points: 3000 -> 1200.]

[It has not completely returned to zero. It is detected that the old man in his ring is consuming Soul Power to continue his life and heal his wounds.]

"Only 1200 left?"

Su Ye watched the sea of clouds churning, and a wicked, charming arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

The leeks have been harvested once, but the roots must be left behind.

If he were killed now, how boring that would be.

That old thing in the ring, and other Opportunities that might be involved behind Ye Fan...

All must be squeezed dry one by one.

"Senior Brother, what are you laughing at?"

Beside him, Qin Yurou leaned over curiously.

"Nothing."

Su Ye reached out and pinched her little face.

"Senior Brother is thinking about how to reward you tonight."

Hearing the word "reward".

Qin Yurou's little face instantly flushed red, and some shy images involuntarily appeared in her mind.

Could it be... like last time with Revered Master...?

Oh my!

So embarrassing!

But...

If it's Senior Brother...

It seems... it's not impossible...