The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 31: Sheer presence alone is enough, +10000000000000000000000000000000000 aura points
Chapter 31: Sheer presence alone is enough, +10000000000000000000000000000000000 aura points
Zhao Fan did not speak immediately, he merely glanced at Mu Shiyue.
That glance alone held the weight of heavenly scrutiny, as if the stars themselves were being evaluated, their orbits judged for worthiness.
Her elegant and authoritative robe, now clung to her like the borrowed dignity of a widow in court, trembling before imperial favor.
"...Undress?" His tone was neither cold nor amused, merely dispassionate, like a celestial being gazing at mortal foolishness.
A righteous monk, wanting to move away from a growing sin.
He did not need to raise his voice, nor did he need to humiliate her.
Her own misunderstanding did that far better.
Yi Xin Yue shifted silently at his side, her lips drawn into a faint, unreadable line, like a maiden who had long ago accepted her master’s taste was vast enough to silence empires but too refined to pick fruit already bruised by desperation.
Zhao Fan finally exhaled a breath so light it barely stirred the incense, but with it came the retraction of his divine pressure.
"You have already knelt," he said softly.
"Don’t ruin the poetry of your offering by desecrating it with vulgar haste... The fruits need to be plucked at the right time, and so is the sowing,"
Mu Shiyue’s eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing with shame and relief.
It was hard to tell under the weight of Zhao Fan’s presence, but she does also seemed a little disappointed, perhaps she wanted to be sowed within her sacred Yin garden.
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"Your Misty Peak," Zhao Fan continued, "It shall thus forth belong to me,
He turned, the long sleeves of his robe trailing like celestial rivers, and began walking toward the exit.
...
Meanwhile, just the next room,
The hungry wolves were ready to pounce on a weak deer as soon as Elder Wang gave the command.
Alas, Elder Wang has long left the mortal world, to experience the journey of eternal hell and endless torture.
"Young Master Zhao, what should we do? Elder Wang still hasn’t given the signal," The bully-looking man from the Bone-crushing bandit group uttered.
He is a rash person who does everything fast including the bedly activity with his Dao companion, leaving the leaves unsatisfied with a lack of water and nourishment.
"Have patience... This Zhao Fan is highly cunning, those two must be having a hard time using the talisman on him," Young Master Zhao Yung spoke like an autumn breeze, full of calmness and celestial might.
Nonetheless, their worry was short-lived as the life of a newly born ant, that was just crushed beneath the immortal feet of Young Master Zhao Fan.
"Well, well, well... It seems the rebellious brother is trying to plot my demise," Zhao Fan’s voice echoed like an immortal zither strummed beneath a blood-red moon.
It was melodious, yet capable of cutting flesh from soul.
Zhao Fan’s sheer presence alone made the Great Emperor powerhouse twins; Jin and Lin, get on their knees, their Dao hearts instantly shattering turning them into mortals, capable of bleeding to death.
Gu Zhen, The large, bulky, and bully-looking leader of the Bone-crushing bandit gang, had turned into a pig.
As for rest, they had turned into the very ants, crushed beneath his celestial jade foot, leaving behind only the Zhao Yung.
Holy realm powerhouse is no joke, let alone the concept manipulation domain of Young Master Zhao, capable of rewriting the very foundation of reality with merely a thought.
And surprisingly, his domain can also be invisible without the need to summon vast groups of monoliths holding the demonic skulls of primordial manifestation.
It can be as silent as an owl in a rapid flight and as sneaky as a snow leopard in the home terrain.
"Don’t tell me, you seriously thought you could kill me with this much, Tch, Tch, Tch, how disappointing... Alas," With a mere snap, Zhao Yung’s bones were broken, and his eyes were gauged out by a strong force.
A big force destroyed his Yang rod, and shattered his Yang meridians.
Snap*
With another snap, everything returned to normal, as if nothing ever happened, like the event of Death Valley.
Snap*
Once again, Zhao Yung received the same experience.
Zhao Yung’s knees quivered though not in submission, but in the absence of control.
His spine, once upright with the dignity of a son of Zhao, curved like a dried reed beneath winter frost.
The first snap not only broke his bones, his eyes, the Yang rod that symbolized pride, bloodline, masculinity, and the Yang meridians, but it has completely broken his spirit.
It was the humiliation that shattered him, like glass, with no hope of ever recovering.
His mouth hung open, twitching, but no sound came like a broken zither string vibrating in memory of a song no one dares play again.
Zhao Yung’s back arched violently as his body convulsed. Blood poured from his lips, his ears, his crotch, and yes even his anus.
He bit through his tongue this time, but the damage reversed itself a moment later.
His hands clawed at the ground like a child dragged from a mother’s arms. He wanted to crawl, but his legs wouldn’t move. His arms trembled like willow branches in thunderstorm winds disconnected from purpose, lost in fear.
His mouth finally made a sound:
"Hhh-Hhaa...! N-No...!"
His lips were pale. His chin trembled. Drool mixed with blood as he tried to speak, but all he managed was a string of half-moans, half-prayers... The sounds born from the mind’s final rebellion before submission.
"Look at you, how pathetic... Have you ever seen your presence in the mirror? Don’t you ever think that you are trash, and don’t deserve to live? A pathetic man dies alone, a dumb man brings his Kin down," saying the poetry, Young Master threw the recording jade.
It clearly shows the details planning of Zhao Yung to kill Zhao Fan.
"You know what, this evidence is enough to get you killed... Or make your mother my bed warmer, your mother would certainly degrade herself for your safety, won’t she, after all, you are her only child,"
A sinister devilish smirk approved on Zhao Fan’s face, like a profound predator toying with its prey.
"The son scatters chaos with childish hands, and in the end, it is the mother who must descend to sweep away the karmic dust he stirred... Tch, Tch, Tch, how tragically tender, this dance of filial folly..."
"You... You... You..." Zhao Yung’s blood boiled hearing such vulgarity, as he rushed and broke the jade recording.
Alas, the fool shall forever remain a fool unable to fathom the vastness of intelligence.
Snap*
Ten more recording jade descended, showing the hologram of Zhao Yung’s detailed planning.
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