Chapter 106: Ye Shaotian, Already Enraged

Ye Shaotian really didn't want to say anything more. He admitted he couldn't win, so he thought, 'I can't beat you, but I can avoid you, right?'

He planned to wait until his divine skill was fully mastered, then crush him mercilessly.

But now Ye Shaotian understood: he had been overthinking it. He didn't go looking for trouble, but trouble came looking for him.

“Lin Fan, don't go too far. I, Ye Shaotian, admit I'm not as skilled as you, but if you want to humiliate me, I'll make sure you know I'm not someone to mess with.” Ye Shaotian watched Lin Fan warily, his feet shifting slightly backward. If things went wrong, he would immediately shut the door and escape through the window.

“Nephew Ye, your uncle is not here to cause you trouble this time, but to resolve your hidden ailment.” Lin Fan showed a harmonious and brilliant smile, hoping his warm smile would put Ye Shaotian at ease.

But in Ye Shaotian's eyes, that smile was terrifying and sinister.

Ye Shaotian took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a look of horror.

Fear... Ye Shaotian was truly afraid.

That smile made Ye Shaotian shudder. At that moment, he stepped back, slammed the door shut, and locked Lin Fan out.

Ye Shaotian swore to heaven that he never wanted to experience the pain in his balls again.

If Lin Fan dared to come in, Ye Shaotian was ready to fight to the death. Better to die with honor than live in disgrace. Trying to treat me like a pushover? Dream on.

At that moment, Lin Fan stood outside the door, frowning slightly, displeased. He was very unhappy with Ye Shaotian's behavior.

How could a nephew be so rude? He really lacked discipline.

Lin Fan sighed. In his view, Ye Shaotian was a patient, and he himself was a doctor saving lives.

At a time like this, Lin Fan naturally couldn't just watch a patient refuse treatment and give up on saving him.

Since that was the case, he had to resort to force. Surely, afterward, Ye Shaotian would understand his uncle's good intentions.

…

In the outer disciple residences, many disciples were either cultivating indoors, organizing what they had learned, or sitting with fellow disciples, chatting about life prospects and the future.

But just then, a pitiful cry echoed throughout the outer residence.

“What do you think you're doing? Don't get too cocky!”

“I'll fight you to the death!”

“Nephew, don't panic. Your uncle is saving you.”

“Let go of me!”

“Damn it, you junior is so ungrateful. Today, your uncle will teach you a lesson...”

“Ah...”

…

Hearing these sounds, the outer disciples looked puzzled, not knowing what was happening. They then went out to see which fellow disciple was in trouble—the screams were truly miserable.

At that moment, Ye Shaotian's door suddenly opened, and Lin Fan came out looking satisfied. Although Ye Shaotian was a bit unruly, he had still been subdued.

As he closed the door, Lin Fan glanced at Ye Shaotian lying on the floor and gave a gratified smile.

When the outer disciples heard that the sound came from Ye Shaotian's room, they were all stunned. What had happened?

But when they saw Lin Fan, all the outer disciples were dumbfounded.

Could it be that Ye Shaotian had been beaten up by Uncle Lin again?

The more they thought about it, the more likely it seemed; that miserable voice just now was truly too pessimistic, too wretched.

Seeing many outer disciples come out, Lin Fan straightened his back, smiled slightly at the disciples, then flicked his sleeves and walked off into the distance.

…

After watching Uncle Lin leave, the outer disciples looked at each other in bewilderment, not knowing what had happened inside or what had become of Ye Shaotian.

But that cry just now was so sorrowful, it must have been truly miserable. Driven by curiosity, they wanted to go see, but dared not.

They dared not provoke Uncle Lin, nor did they dare provoke Ye Shaotian.

At that moment, a roar of overwhelming momentum suddenly erupted from Ye Shaotian's room. Hearing it, everyone immediately stepped back a few paces.

The sound seemed filled with wildness.

Inside the room, Ye Shaotian's eyes were bloodshot, his breath like an ox, panting heavily.

A force was erupting within Ye Shaotian's body, as if urgently seeking an outlet.

Ye Shaotian stood up, his whole body burning hot. A nameless desire filled his mind, and in his crotch, it was as if a stick had been forcibly stuffed in, propping his pants high and unyielding.

It was about to explode, about to explode.

To Ye Shaotian at this moment, it felt as if his crotch was about to burst.

Ah...

The outer disciples, who had been lingering outside, were startled when Ye Shaotian suddenly rushed out of the room. Seeing his eyes blazing with fervent fire, they felt a flicker of fear.

And when their gaze fell on Ye Shaotian's crotch, they all gasped.

How could such a ferocious creature exist in this world? What exactly had happened inside the room just now, and why had it become like this?

…

At this moment, Lin Fan was quite pleased. The pill had finally been forced into Ye Shaotian's mouth. He feared that once Ye Shaotian tasted the benefits of the pill, he would come looking for him on his own.

At this moment, in a great hall of the Sacred Sect.

A furnace engraved with strange patterns was filled with an unknown liquid, and a disciple sat cross-legged inside, pale-faced, with his eyes tightly shut.

This disciple had a face like jade and a heroic air between his brows, but he was now severely injured and haggard.

"Sect Leader, Tianyu's foundation is probably beyond saving." The Supreme Elder of the Alchemy Peak shook his head in great pain as he gazed at the changes inside the furnace.

For a sect's prodigy to fall was a great misfortune for the sect.

Zong Hentian was shocked by these words and fell to his knees with a thud. "Sect Leader, Elder, I beg you to save Junior Brother Tianyu. Junior Brother Tianyu's foundation was destroyed to save me. If he loses his foundation, he would rather die than live."

The foundation represented everything. Not only would his cultivation be completely destroyed, but even future re-cultivation would be impossible.

The foundation was one's aptitude. Junior Brother Tianyu had fallen from the top tier to a waste. What could be done in the future?

Zong Hentian was now filled with regret. This forbidden land trial had originally seemed under his control, but the Fengtian Sect had produced an extraordinary prodigy. In his carelessness, he had nearly lost his life. If not for his junior brother's sacrifice, he would now be a corpse.

Sect Leader Yan looked at the situation inside the furnace and sighed. "It is already fortunate that his life can be saved. That Fengtian Sect disciple's technique is strange, with a peculiar death aura condensed inside his body that does not disperse. Now we can only force out the death aura and preserve his life."

Zong Hentian clenched his fists unwillingly, flames of anger burning in his eyes. If they met again, he would surely kill that opponent.

"Seal the furnace." Sect Leader Yan said with a sigh.

The struggle over the forbidden land had a long history. It was common for sects to fight to the death. Today, it was the turn of their sect's disciple to suffer, just as they had destroyed disciples of other sects in the past.

The Fengtian Sect actually had such a disciple.