545: Chapter 545 Pear blossoms in the rain, a sight to behold and pity.

Yan Hongwei finally understood.

The Golden Crow Holy Son, the Young Master of the Liu family, and this Moon Shadow Sect Master before her... all that talk of love at first sight or being hopelessly infatuated, it was likely all for the sake of that Dao Fruit!

That was the most logical explanation!

She looked at Ling Hao, a mocking sneer curling the corners of her lips:

"Everything you said earlier, Supreme, about liking flat chests, it was all a lie, right? You just wanted to cover something up."

She shifted her gaze to Saintess Yan Xueyuan, "It's a pity that my foolish sister spilled everything herself."

Ling Hao found it rather amusing:

"What do I have to cover up? I really do like flat chests—especially when those flat chests are on a petite and delicate body."

"So tiny, with a frame as slender as a willow branch sprouting in early spring, as if one could gather the whole thing into one's palm with a single grasp."

"Two jasmine buds, yet to bloom, hide shyly beneath the clothes, afraid to be seen. A waist that can be encircled with one's hands, like a newly weaned kitten, or like a bamboo shoot just poking out in the mountain morning, so tender that a pinch would make it weep water. Two little legs..."

Before he could finish, Ling Hao noticed three gazes landing on him simultaneously.

All three gazes conveyed the same meaning: Pervert!

Ling Hao cleared his throat and decisively changed the subject: "Xueyuan, tell me, how do you want to deal with her?"

Saintess Yan Xueyuan turned around and looked at Yan Hongwei, who was slumped on the ground.

That face had appeared repeatedly during the few warm moments in the Yan Family.

In her memories, Sister Hongwei would take her hand to pick peaches, secretly slip her pastries made by her mother, and cover for her when she slacked off on her Cultivate in front of the Elder.

But now that everything had been laid bare, those tender fragments were like paper soaked in water; they crumbled to dust at the slightest touch.

Yan Hongwei knew she could not escape her fate today, but she could still do something to make the other person feel miserable!

"My good 'sister', men are not good things. All he cares about is higher strength; we women are merely tools. Do you think he really likes you? He even said he likes flat chests that are at the age of a golden hairpin (12); you are already old!"

"And—do you really think he doesn't want that Mahayana Dao Fruit? Although he is already Mahayana, this is something that can allow him to advance even further!"

When these words landed, Saintess Yan Xueyuan's body swayed slightly.

Many things surfaced in Saintess Yan Xueyuan's mind.

That night at the Nine-Story Tower in the Tianyuan Immortal Dynasty, when he first saw her, the fleeting look of disdain in his eyes, and later in the guest room at Yingxian Peak, after their Dual Cultivation, he asked her about the whereabouts of the secondary cauldron.

At this moment, Yan Hongwei's words were like a hook, fishing out all those deep-seated doubts from the bottom of her heart one by one.

He left after asking about the secondary cauldron; was he just after the things on her?

Was his kindness toward her just to make her willingly dig out her heart and offer up the Dao Fruit?

She had originally thought she was different. She had truly believed he was different.

Tears welled up without warning, blurring her vision.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan bit her lip desperately, not wanting them to fall, but the tears still disobeyed and slipped out of her eyes.

She looked up at Ling Hao, her eyes filled with grievance, a trace of pleading, and... fear.

Are you truly good to me, or do you have other motives? Say it! Say "It's not like that"!

Ling Hao understood the moment he saw that gaze.

He raised a hand and slapped his forehead. This little crybaby! Just a few words of provocation from someone else, and she's already weeping.

Ling Hao raised his hand and gently poked Saintess Yan Xueyuan on the forehead: "Alright, we'll talk about this later. Let's deal with her first."

Saintess Yan Xueyuan was slightly stunned by his poke; she turned her head away and wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand.

Doubts surged in her heart, but this pervert still hadn't given her an answer. This made her increasingly restless.

But she also knew that Yan Hongwei could not be left alive; she was a future threat.

"Kill her."

After crying, her voice was still a bit muffled and hoarse, and these words carried a hint of stubborn, cold hardness.

"Fine."

Ling Hao raised his hand and gave a light wave toward Yan Hongwei.

Yan Hongwei closed her eyes, the corners of her lips curling up.

"If there is a next life—I must become a flat-chested woman!"

Ling Hao's hand paused, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Seriously, girl, at a time like this, you're still thinking about that?

As the palm wind descended, it did not turn Yan Hongwei into dust.

She simply closed her eyes, and her whole body slumped softly to the ground, as if all her consciousness had been drained away.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Ling Hao.

"You..."

Ling Hao withdrew his hand and gently poked her forehead again.

"Many people saw you enter her courtyard. If she dies today, even if the Saint protects you and you remain unharmed, you will inevitably invite idle gossip."

"I have already wiped away her consciousness; from now on, she is just a marionette. Just find some dangerous place and arrange for her to be there; let her die at the hands of a True Demon or a Yao Beast, and no one will suspect you."

Saintess Yan Xueyuan stared at him blankly, and it was only after several breaths that she gave a "Mn." She lowered her head, her voice carrying the nasal tone of someone who had just been crying—muffled, soft, like a kitten caught in the rain, curled up under an eave.

It made one want to pull her into one's arms and cherish her well.

Ling Hao looked down at Saintess Yan Xueyuan—teardrops still hung on her eyelashes, her eye sockets were red, and the tip of her nose was flushed with a faint red, yet she insisted on turning her face away to keep him from seeing.

Pear blossoms drenched in rain, a sight of tender pity.

So, cherish her, my foot. I want to bully her mercilessly! Hehehe...

Ling Hao reached out and pinched her chin, turned her face back, and then lowered his head to kiss her.

Saintess Yan Xueyuan's eyes widened abruptly: "Mm! You—let go..."

Her small hands patted Ling Hao's shoulder with soft, weak strength. After pushing twice without success, her hands lost their strength and rested limply on Ling Hao's shoulders.

Gan Yiyi stood to the side, watching her master's soft, weak patting, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.

Her master's strength was simply like scratching an itch; it even further incited the Young Master's interest.

"Let's go, come back with me; it's not convenient here."

Just as Gan Yiyi heard these words, she felt a shift in space, and then she appeared in a new place.