After beating up Lin Yang, Shen Nianchu's favorability rating surpassed 80.
However, the pain he anticipated did not arrive.
Just as Lin Yang's slap was about to land, a slender yet powerful hand appeared out of thin air, firmly gripping his wrist and preventing it from moving any further!
Lin Yang felt a piercing pain in his wrist, as if his bones were about to be crushed, and his drunkenness instantly faded by more than half.
He looked up in horror and met a pair of bone-chilling, icy eyes.
Chen Yuan had appeared beside Shen Nianchu at some point.
His expression was as gloomy as water, and the chill radiating from his body seemed to cause the temperature in the entire restaurant lobby to plummet.
"Is my person someone you can touch?"
Chen Yuan's voice was not loud, but it carried a murderous intent that made one's Soul tremble.
He did not even give Lin Yang a chance to explain; the hand gripping Lin Yang's wrist gave a violent jerk!
"Crack!" A teeth-gritting sound of bone breaking rang out clearly.
"Ah—!"
Lin Yang let out a shrill scream as his entire body was flung away by an irresistible force, smashing heavily into several tables and chairs. Cups, plates, and bowls shattered all over the floor, and he was drenched in wine and food, looking utterly wretched.
This was not the end!
Chen Yuan's figure moved like lightning, instantly appearing before the still-prone Lin Yang. Under the shocked gazes of everyone, he leaned down and began slapping him left and right!
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The crisp and loud sounds of slaps exploded like firecrackers in the silent restaurant!
Chen Yuan did not hold back at all; every slap contained spiritual power and landed solidly on Lin Yang's face.
In mere moments, Lin Yang's face, which had been reasonably handsome, swelled up at a visible rate. It turned black and blue, the corners of his mouth split, and blood mixed with saliva streamed down. He had completely turned into a pig's head, and even his screams became muffled and whimpering.
The entire restaurant was dead silent.
All the diners and staff watched this scene in astonishment, and many recognized that the one being beaten was the Sect Master's Personal Disciple, Lin Yang.
Others recognized that the one taking action was the mysterious Young Master who had summoned pill clouds and refined top-grade Medicinal Pills at the Hundred Refinements Plaza earlier that day!
Those who recognized Chen Yuan's identity were even more terrified, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Who dared to intervene? Who dared to help?
This gentleman was someone the Sect Master had secretly ordered not to be provoked.
And according to rumors, wasn't that woman his cousin?
For Lin Yang to actually dare to provoke her, it was purely bringing disaster upon himself!
Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded.
In the most bustling restaurant in Pill City, the Pill God Sect Sect Master's Personal Disciple was beaten into a pig's head in public, yet no one dared to step forward to persuade or help; everyone seemed as if they had been hit by an immobilization spell.
With Chen Yuan's stamina, he only stopped when he felt his hand go somewhat numb.
He coldly glanced at Lin Yang, who was curled up on the ground like a dead dog and could only let out weak moans, as if looking at a pile of trash.
He turned around and walked to Shen Nianchu, who was still somewhat shaken. The coldness in his eyes instantly transformed into helplessness and a hint of concern as he gently patted her head:
"It is fine now, let us return."
Shen Nianchu looked at the ghastly Lin Yang on the ground, then looked at Chen Yuan beside her. She nodded vigorously and obediently followed behind him, leaving the restaurant under the gaze of countless complex eyes.
Moon Embracing Peak, guest quarters.
Returning to the tranquil guest quarters, isolated from the outside clamor, the nerves that Shen Nianchu had kept tightly wound finally relaxed completely.
She watched Chen Yuan walking in front, recalling how he had stood up for her just now, as well as those words, "Is my person someone you can touch?" Her heart began to flutter like a deer bumping against her chest.
"Junior Brother..." she called out softly, her voice carrying a hint of reliance that even she herself had not noticed.
Chen Yuan turned around, looking at the Second Senior Sister before him who was usually boisterous but now appeared somewhat obedient and fragile. The lingering anger he felt toward Lin Yang dissipated a little.
He reached out, not to pat her head this time, but to gently stroke her cheek, which might have been frightened just moments ago; the sensation was warm and soft.
"Be more careful when going down the mountain alone in the future. If you encounter such filth, just send me a voice transmission directly." His tone was gentle.
Touched by his warm palm, Shen Nianchu's cheeks flushed slightly, but she did not dodge. Instead, like a cat being petted, she subconsciously rubbed against his palm and muttered softly:
"Who told you to leave me here alone..."
Seeing her act like a young girl, Chen Yuan's heart stirred, and he felt a bit of a desire to tease her.
He leaned in close, his nose almost touching her small nose, and amidst their mingling breaths, he chuckled:
"What is it? We have only been apart for a short while, and you already miss me?"
Shen Nianchu's heart skipped a beat from his sudden proximity and ambiguous words; her cheeks instantly turned bright red, and even her earlobes were stained with crimson.
She wanted to retort, but found that under his deep gaze, her mouth felt dry, and she could not speak.
She could only shyly lower her eyelashes, as if tacitly agreeing.
This silent acquiescence was undoubtedly the most moving invitation.
Chen Yuan chuckled, hesitated no longer, reached out to wrap his arm around her slender waist, pulled her gently into his embrace, and lowered his head to kiss those cherry lips that were slightly parted in surprise.
"Mmm..."
Shen Nianchu struggled symbolically for a moment before completely melting into his embrace, responding awkwardly.
Moonlight spilled in through the window lattice, illuminating the gradually heating, enchanting spring scenery within the room, ripples filling the space.
[Ding, Shen Nianchu's favorability towards the Host has broken through 80.]
"I... I am afraid~" Shen Nianchu's eyes were hazy, her voice delicate and soft. She had never experienced such things before, so naturally, she was afraid.
"It is alright, I will teach you."
Chen Yuan was like the most diligent teacher, helping her complete every detail bit by bit.
Three hours later.
Shen Nianchu had almost buried her head in Chen Yuan's chest, not daring to look at him.
At the thought of the madness just now, she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Her current shyness was her most authentic self; during the battle just now, for some unknown reason, an indescribable feeling had made her boldly stare directly at Chen Yuan and even clench her little fists to warn him to put in more effort.
If Chen Yuan knew what she was thinking, he would surely express his understanding; his technique was first-class, so she must have been thoroughly satisfied.
Late at night, Pill City.
Deep in the dark alley behind the restaurant, a medium-sized room stood there.
This was precisely the stronghold of the demonic cultivators lurking in the Pill God Sect.
Two men in black were supporting Lin Yang, who was like a dead dog, and casually tossed him into the room.
Lin Yang did not know how long he had been asleep, only that when he woke up, a piercing pain radiated throughout his entire body.
The burning pain on his face and the discomfort of his entire body feeling as if it had fallen apart caused him to let out painful moans.
Humiliation, anger, resentment... all sorts of negative emotions were on the verge of swallowing him whole.
He struggled to crawl up, but due to his injuries and the lingering drunkenness, his efforts were in vain.
Chen Yuan had not held back at all back then, tempering his fists with spiritual power and aiming specifically at places that would not cost him his life.