Chapter 28 Xiao Ming, I will tear you to pieces!

Deep within the peach forest, Lin Fan's figure trembled violently in the shadows like a maddened, trapped beast. He clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug deep into his palms—the classic move of a Child of Fortune: the nail-in-palm!

Blood seeped out and mixed with the dirt, yet Lin Fan felt no pain at all. The scene that had just shattered his soul replayed repeatedly in his mind.

In truth, Luo Li had always been the "white moonlight" in his heart. From the first moment he saw her from afar, Lin Fan's heart had been stirred, and he secretly swore to make her his woman. He had actually attended the Disciple recruitment ceremony, but unfortunately, Luo Li was someone who valued looks, and with his mediocre appearance, he naturally wasn't chosen. Then there was the last time, when he learned Luo Li had been poisoned and lost her cultivation. He was just about to make his move when her cultivation somehow recovered. Wouldn't that make anyone furious?

Now, seeing the woman he regarded as his untouchable "white moonlight" acting so submissive and delicate in someone else's arms—completely devoid of her usual sacred and inviolable majesty—it felt like a red-hot branding iron was ruthlessly scraping against his heart!

"Xiao... Ming! Xiao... Ming!" A low growl escaped his throat, filled with endless resentment and jealousy. Why? On what grounds? How could that guy with mediocre Aptitude receive special treatment from Peak Master Luo and the Vice Sect Master? And even... after committing such an act that defied human morality, Luo Li still let him have whatever he wanted from her.

He slammed a fist into a nearby peach tree. The trunk, as thick as a bowl, cracked instantly, and peach blossoms fluttered down, framing his distorted face. After venting his rage, reason gradually suppressed his boiling killing intent. He forced himself to calm down and began to sort through the various strange things that had happened to him recently.

At the Legacy site of the Yinji Ghost Way in the Heifeng Mountains, he had spent a great deal of effort searching with half an ancient map, only to find someone had beaten him to it. They had even left behind a triggered, berserk vengeful spirit trap that rendered his efforts futile and left him heavily injured and near death. At the time, he suspected someone was intentionally targeting him.

After returning to the Sect, he happened to run into Luo Li. He had planned to talk to her first to leave a good impression before making further plans. To his surprise, before he could even finish speaking, Luo Li attacked him directly. The cold killing intent in her eyes was definitely not faked, as if she already harbored a deep-seated hatred for him. It made no sense at all!

Then there were the recent rumors within the Sect... The new Disciple, Xiao Ming, had won the favor of Heartless Peak's Peak Master Luo Li and Vice Sect Master Luo Hongyi. Both had taken him as their Disciple, showering him with resources and glory. Even sacred grounds like the Heavenly Demon Blood Pond and the Modian Pavilion had been opened to him. One must know that the Heavenly Demon Blood Pond was only accessible to Disciples on the heavenly demon ranking, providing immense benefits for tempering the Physical Body—something even he deeply craved. Not to mention the Modian Pavilion, where only the top ten Disciples on the ranking could reach the top floor for just a single day; many Disciples in the Sect were green with envy.

Each event, piece by piece, seemed unrelated, but upon closer reflection, they all appeared to be intricately connected.

"It's him... it must be him!" Lin Fan's eyes were bloodshot. Although he lacked any concrete evidence, his intuition told him it was him! And just based on the fact that he dared to steal the woman Lin Fan had his eyes on, he already had a path to death!

"Stealing my Opportunity, disturbing my demonic heart... Xiao Ming, I will tear you into ten thousand pieces and refine your soul to quench the hatred in my heart!" His overwhelming hatred erupted in a heart-wrenching roar. The name Xiao Ming was now deeply etched at the top of his kill list—a fight to the death! At this moment, his hatred for his former enemies, even for the Zhang family, did not compare to his hatred for Xiao Ming alone.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, forcing down the impulse to go and fight him to the death immediately. He knew that Xiao Ming currently enjoyed the favor of two high-ranking Sect members and his own strength seemed quite peculiar. Acting rashly was not the best course of action. He had to devise a foolproof plan—one that would completely eliminate him without giving him any chance to turn the tables.

Meanwhile, inside the sleeping quarters of Heartless Peak, it was a completely different scene.

Layers of Restrictions isolated the interior from the outside. The air was filled with a faint cold fragrance and the lingering, decadent scent of the Revered Master and Disciple's recent intimacy.

Luo Li was currently reclining languidly amidst the silk covers, her cloud-like black hair spread across the jade pillow. Her exquisite face still bore the flush of passion, her peach-blossom eyes half-closed with an alluring, seductive red at the corners. Her usual cold and aloof demeanor had vanished completely, replaced by the delicate and tender charm of someone who had been thoroughly loved.

Xiao Ming had already risen and was leaning against the bedside, twirling a lock of her hair around his fingers with a wicked, charming smirk on his lips. With a thought, he pulled up the new Life Script for Lin Fan that he had seen recently and reviewed it carefully. He had only caught a fleeting glimpse of it in the peach forest and hadn't had the chance to examine it closely.

[Name: Lin Fan]

[Realm: Foundation Establishment Peak]

[Luck Rank: Green (Child of Fortune)]

[Life Script: ...Recent Opportunity (Significantly altered)... In five days, during the Sect's Heavenly Demon Ranking Challenge, he will rely on his strength and hidden trump cards to emerge victorious after a hard-fought battle, claiming the top spot. After receiving one of the three rewards granted by the Sect, the "holy son token," he will successfully become the Sect's Saint. From then on, with the Sect's protection, he will make rapid and unstoppable progress...]

'Oh? His Luck actually dropped?' A flash of surprise crossed Xiao Ming's eyes, followed by understanding. 'It seems that repeatedly snatching his opportunities and flirting with Revered Master right in front of him has taken quite a toll. However, the roots of this leek are still resilient. Even after all this, he can still take the top spot in the competition five days from now? Tsk, tsk, tsk, as expected of you, Child of Fortune!'

His gaze focused on "one of the three rewards" and the "Sect Saint" title.

"The Heavenly Demon Ranking Challenge... the position of Saint!" Xiao Ming's thoughts raced. After a moment, a cold curve formed at the corners of his mouth as he thought to himself, "Lin Fan, oh Lin Fan, I'm really looking forward to your Heavenly Demon Ranking Challenge in five days!"

After speaking, he subconsciously squeezed his hand.

"Mmm... ah!" A soft, numbing cry sounded. Xiao Ming looked down to see Master Baby glaring at him, while his hand was cupping her jade Peak.

At this moment, her hair was disheveled, with a few strands of black hair stuck to her smooth forehead and cheeks by fine sweat, which were flushed with an intoxicating red glow. Those peach-blossom eyes, usually cold, were half-closed, their long, thick lashes trembling slightly like butterfly wings, as if trying to hide the lingering traces of passion in her eyes. Her delicate body was half-hidden under the soft silk covers, and on her rounded shoulders and fair collarbones, faint, ambiguous red marks remained, hinting at their previous frenzy.

Seeing Master Baby's fierce gaze and her languid, seductive state—so contrary to her usual self—the fire of desire that had just subsided in Xiao Ming's eyes flared up again. He slowly leaned down, his hot breath drawing near. Luo Li, who was pretending to sleep, seemed to sense something; her tightly closed eyelashes fluttered more violently, and she subconsciously buried her face deeper into the pillow.

However, her shy, womanly appearance only fueled Xiao Ming's fire. Especially her graceful figure under the silk covers, which seemed to tighten slightly because of him, and even her long, jade-like legs hidden beneath the covers unconsciously rubbed together slightly, revealing her inner panic and a certain unresolved throb of excitement.

Xiao Ming's Adam's apple bobbed as he let out a low, husky, wicked laugh. He slowly reached out his hand with overbearing possessiveness.

"Revered Master..." he whispered, leaning close, his voice low and raspy, full of aggression. "Just now... was Disciple's service satisfactory?"

Luo Li's body stiffened at his blunt and explicit words, her ears turning bright red from shame. She snapped her beautiful eyes open, filled with both shame and anger, along with a trace of panic she hadn't even noticed herself. "You... you Wicked Disciple! What nonsense are you spouting! If you dare to be so presumptuous again, this seat will definitely..."