52: Chapter 52 What can anger and resentment do?

Su Zhennan held the wine cup, his expression becoming more sincere as he bowed slightly to Han Qingxue again, his voice full of entrustment:

"Envoy Han, the boy Ye Yun is young and straightforward. He's new to the Sect and unfamiliar with the surroundings. In the future at the Luoxue Sect, please take care of him and guide him more. If there's anything he doesn't understand, please be patient with him. Our Su Family will remember your kindness!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Han Qingxue's always indifferent eyes finally moved slightly, as if her interest had been piqued.

She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze falling on Ye Yun. Her cold voice rarely had a hint of warmth:

"Rest assured, once he enters my Luoxue Sect, he is one of our people. I will naturally look after him."

Pausing, she looked at Ye Yun and added flatly.

"Besides, his talent is not bad and his Foundation is solid. Even without help, he will surely achieve great things in the future."

Hearing this, Ye Yun immediately stood up. With a handsome and pleasing smile on his face, his tone was perfectly sweet as he directly called out.

"Sister, don't worry. With your words, I feel much more at ease. In the future at the Luoxue Sect, I will definitely Cultivate well and won't embarrass you or the Luoxue Sect."

The intimate address of "Sister" was completely different from the respectful "Envoy Han" used by Su Zhennan.

Hearing this, Han Qingxue's cheeks stiffened almost imperceptibly, and a trace of awkwardness flashed across her cold face.

She coughed lightly, averted her gaze, and picked up her teacup to hide the slight ripples in her eyes, her voice lowering.

"...Stop being so glib. In the path of cultivation, being down-to-earth is the right way."

That slightly flustered appearance was a world apart from her usual lofty, cold, and aloof Fairy persona.

Beside them, Su Wanqing took all of this in. Her small hand gently tightened on the corner of her clothes, and a trace of bitter sourness inexplicably rose in her heart.

She watched Ye Yun smile so closely at Han Qingxue and saw Han Qingxue's unusual attitude toward him.

Her heart tightened slightly, but she didn't dare to show it. She could only lower her head and silently sip the sweet drink in her cup.

Su Zhennan, on the other hand, was happy to see this and quickly smoothed things over with a laugh.

"Haha, it's Ye Yun's fortune to be valued by Envoy Han! It's truly his fortune!"

As the night grew deeper, Su Zhennan saw the situation and quickly stood up, saying respectfully.

"Envoy Han, you've had a long journey. The room has already been prepared. I'll have a servant lead you there to rest."

Han Qingxue nodded slightly without saying much. She stood up and walked toward the depths of the courtyard, her moon-white figure disappearing into the lantern light of the corridor.

The banquet dispersed, and the servants withdrew one after another.

Late at night, moonlight filtered through the window lattice into Su Wanqing's bedroom, which was filled with warmth and a faint fragrance.

Su Wanqing leaned gently into Ye Yun's arms, her slender arms around his waist and her cheek against his chest. Her voice was full of reluctance and anxiety:

"Brother Ye Yun... are you really leaving?

I'm so afraid. I'm afraid that once you go to the Luoxue Sect and see so many beautiful Senior Sisters, you... you won't want me anymore."

Ye Yun's heart softened. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, holding her tightly in his arms, his tone solemn and gentle.

"Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about?

In this life, I, Ye Yun, will never fail you, Su Wanqing.

No matter how many people I meet or how far I go in the future, you will always have a unique place in my heart that no one can replace."

Su Wanqing's eyes turned red and tears fell, but they were full of happiness. She looked up to kiss Ye Yun's lips, her voice choking:

"I believe you, Brother Ye Yun. I believe you..."

Affection surged, and ambiguity spread.

The gentle entanglement slowly unfolded under the moonlight; the room was filled with romance and deep affection.

At the moment they merged—

[Ding—]

A cold and familiar System sound suddenly exploded in Ye Yun's mind!

[Dual Cultivation started! Critical hit multiplier triggered: 3x (Normal Critical Hit)!]

[Plundering target's cultivation + self-combat insights + 5x critical hit boost, cultivation continuously increasing...]

[10th Stage of Martial Master Realm → Steadily breaking through...]

Ye Yun's mind shook. He only felt a violent and pure power surging wildly through his limbs and bones.

In his arms was the gentle and affectionate Su Wanqing, and in his mind was the System's notification of skyrocketing cultivation. He held the delicate body in his arms tightly, his heart filled with absolute certainty.

Luoxue Sect...

Here I come.

The night was deep, but there was no sleepiness within the City Lord's Mansion; instead, it was shrouded in an aura of suppressed ferocity.

In the main hall, the lanterns were dim, and Zhao Shanhe sat in the main seat.

His brocade robe could not hide the unhealed wound on his shoulder, and his face was as gloomy as a sky before a storm.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his fingertips gripped the armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white. The gloom and anger radiating from him almost swallowed the entire hall.

In a single day, the revenge for his son's death remained unavenged, his beloved son was heavily injured, he had lost all face, and the three hundred low-grade mysterious stones spent on bribes had all gone down the drain.

Even his authority as the City Lord had been publicly trampled underfoot by the Fairy of the Luoxue Sect.

A chest full of hatred, unwillingness, and humiliation blocked his heart layer by layer, making him almost go mad.

Below, Zhao Tianlong leaned against a soft couch. After a night of treatment by physicians, his injuries had improved significantly.

However, his face was still as pale as paper and his lips were parched. He looked like he was recovering from a serious illness, extremely weak.

But the fire of anger and malice in his eyes was even more intense than Zhao Shanhe's.

He and his brother Zhao Tianheng had never been on good terms. Since childhood, they had fought openly and secretly for the position of Young City Lord, viewing each other as a thorn in their side.

Such was the struggle for the position of Young City Lord.

Zhao Tianheng died at Ye Yun's hands, and he felt no sadness in his heart; instead, there was a faint trace of pleasure.

One less rival for power.

But he never expected that he would fall at Ye Yun's hands!

During The Great Competition, he was publicly defeated and became the laughingstock of the city, even missing the only chance to enter the Four Great Sects.

He was already twenty years old this year, and the age limit for Sect recruitment was exactly twenty.

After today, he would never have the chance to step into the Four Great Sects again in his life!

The glory, future, and status that should have belonged to him were all taken away by Ye Yun.

How could he swallow this!

"Father!"

Zhao Tianlong suddenly clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. His voice was hoarse from weakness but filled with hysterical unwillingness.

"Is that it?! That little thief Ye Yun ruined my future and insulted my dignity. Are we just going to watch him leap over the dragon gate and enter the Luoxue Sect to live happily?!"

"I'm not willing! I won't accept this even in death!"

Zhao Shanhe looked up at his son with a complex gaze. Deep in his eyes was a profound sense of helplessness. He let out a long sigh, his voice hoarse and weary:

"What if you're not willing? Can you go to the Luoxue Sect to kill him? Or can you shake the authority of the Four Great Sects?"

"You saw Han Qingxue's sword strike today. She clearly protected Ye Yun. He is now a person of the Luoxue Sect, an existence we cannot afford to provoke!"