261: Chapter 261 Quickly stop using your supernatural powers!

"What? So you hadn't even used your full strength just now! Is this the aura of death?"

Ye Xin widened his eyes, staring in disbelief at the incoming fist shadow that bore down on him like Mount Tai crushing an egg; a trace of despair surged in his heart.

Yet, he did not beg for mercy. Instead, he gritted his teeth, resolutely burning the demonic blood within his body. He mustered all his strength to unleash the most powerful punch of his life.

"Bang—"

With an earth-shattering boom, the two terrifying forces collided violently, instantly igniting countless dazzling rays of light and shockwaves.

Ye Xin's body, like a fallen leaf caught in a gale, was sent flying dozens of miles backward before slamming heavily into the ground, carving out a massive crater a hundred feet deep.

His body was already battered and bloody, as if it would fall apart at any moment, and the black demonic blood flowing from his wounds stained the surrounding earth a shocking dark red.

"I didn't expect him to be so tenacious; he's still not dead after all that… Very well, that saves me some trouble."

In the blink of an eye, Ye Xuan appeared beside the dying Ye Xin, who lay at the bottom of the crater.

Looking at the opponent he had once fought, a faint trace of surprise flickered in his eyes.

"Cough—cough…"

Ye Xin coughed with difficulty; every breath felt like excruciating torture.

He knew his time was running out, but he forced himself to hold onto his last breath. He reached into his robes and pulled out the incomparably precious immortal divine herb—god spirit flower—and tremblingly handed it to Ye Xuan. In a weak voice, he said, "I shouldn't have harbored killing intent toward you. I… I know you certainly won't let me off easily. But… could you please do me a favor? Take this god spirit flower… and bring it to Ling'er. Just tell her… that Ye Xin risked his life to pluck it for her… *cough, cough*… I beg you!"

After speaking, Ye Xin seemed to have exhausted his last ounce of strength. His eyes slowly closed, and his hand, which had been tightly gripping the god spirit flower, fell limply to his side.

At this moment, his life force was like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. Yet, there was not a trace of fear or regret on his face—only a deep sense of longing and reluctance.

"Uh, still trying to simp even at death's door…"

Upon hearing Ye Xin's request, Ye Xuan muttered to himself, his face a mix of astonishment and helplessness. Such reckless, desperate "simp" behavior in the pursuit of love was truly something he had never seen before.

Perhaps one could say this was a display of deep, obsessive affection, but in the end, it was one-sided and would never be reciprocated.

Ye Xuan shook his head gently and then slowly reached out.

Seeing this, Ye Xin mistakenly believed that he had agreed to his request. His heart filled with joy, and without hesitation, he handed the incomparably precious immortal divine herb—god spirit flower—into Ye Xuan's hand.

However, Ye Xuan's next words made Ye Xin feel as if he had plunged into an ice cellar: "Sorry, I can't agree to that, little girl. Here's some good news for you: I just successfully robbed the immortal divine herb—god spirit flower!"

With that, Ye Xuan's lips curled into a slightly mocking smile, and he tossed the god spirit flower through the air to Wu Yaoyao, who was not far away.

"You… Pfft—" Ye Xin's eyes widened, watching everything unfold before him in disbelief.

Trembling with rage, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

It seemed that being in "simp" mode had affected Ye Xin's intelligence, making him slow-witted.

…

Nanxuan Continent, home to the Emperor-level orthodoxy, the Luo Shen Clan.

Atop an immortal peak covered in rare herbs and blooming spiritual flowers stood a magnificent palace, a half-step Emperor-grade artifact.

"Sister Xiaoxi, when do you plan to leave?" a crisp, melodious voice called out from within the hall.

"Sister, quickly, quickly, quickly retract your divine ability and take your precious disciple away!"

Fairy Luo Shen, dressed in a peach-colored gauze gown, exuded a lazy charm. Her voice, as melodious as an oriole in the valley, drifted softly toward Holy Master Yan Xiaoxi, who stood beside her in a dark cyan immortal gown.

As her beautiful, captivating eyes turned once more toward Ye Qingxian—the little foodie who was still burying her head in devouring immortal fruits and guzzling Hundred-Flower Jade Nectar—the vermilion lips hidden beneath her pink veil couldn't help but twitch slightly.

You must know, over these past ten days or so, the sheer quantity of spiritual fruits and spiritual nectar consumed by Ye Qingxian—this so-called humanoid glutton—would have been enough to cultivate several peerless powerhouses of the Huangxuan Realm!

According to Fairy Luo Shen's calculations, if Ye Qingxian were allowed to continue gorging herself like this, I fear that even if they exhausted the entire resources of the Luo Shen Clan, they would struggle to satisfy the appetite of this humanoid glutton!

After all, while the Luo Shen Clan was wealthy and powerful, it couldn't withstand such extravagance!

"Sister Luo Shen, didn't you promise, promise, promise that you would keep me full and have enough for me?"

Upon hearing that she could no longer indulge in delicious food, and might even be chased away, Ye Qingxian immediately widened her large, innocent eyes. She stared unblinkingly and intently at Fairy Luo Shen—Luo Li—her face full of grievance and confusion.

Being stared at so intensely by Ye Qingxian, Fairy Luo Shen Luo Li's pretty face couldn't help but heat up, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond.

After all, she had previously boasted that there would "absolutely be enough immortal fruits."

Seeing that Fairy Luo Shen did not answer, Ye Qingxian turned her attention back to the mountain of delicacies before her and continued to bury her head in eating.

"Hmph, Sister Xiaoxi, I had been wondering why you were so kind as to bring your disciple all the way to our Luo Shen Clan to visit me. Now I finally understand—this was your plan all along!"

Watching Ye Qingxian wolf down her food like a whirlwind, and looking at that little belly of hers that seemed impossible to fill, Fairy Luo Shen was truly astounded—this was the first time in her life she had witnessed what was rumored to be an "ultimate foodie."

"Little Sister Qingxian, what else could I do? This little girl eats so much that she's eaten me into poverty! You can't just stand by and watch your sister become too poor to afford even a new immortal gown because of this little imp!"

A playful and adorable glint flashed in Holy Master Yan Xiaoxi's beautiful eyes as she spoke, reaching out to take Fairy Luo Shen's slender, jade-white hand.

"If you couldn't afford to support a disciple, why did you take her on in the first place? This is clearly your own doing!"