The air in the room dropped to an icy chill. The tension was so thick, one could almost taste the bitterness hanging in the air.
Standing his ground, Ye Fan didn't move an inch at Xia Qingxue's demand for him to leave. Instead, he fixed his gaze on her, his mind simmering with thoughts.
Though she was already married, her beauty was undeniable. Her refined bearing, flawless skin like polished jade—it was impossible to ignore the ethereal allure she radiated.
Moreover, she possessed the legendary Yin Body, an aura so rare and potent that a fervent desire to claim her started to grow in his heart.
How could someone like Su Chen, a worthless nobody, get to possess such a woman? No—he wouldn't allow it. Her fiery temper only made her all the more enticing to him.
No matter the cost, he was determined to take her for himself.
He envisioned it: once he completed his mission for the Xiao clan, gaining the cultivation resources he needed, he would abduct Xia Qingxue and vanish into the depths of Zhongzhou. The Su clan, no matter how influential, wouldn't be able to track him there. And then, Xia Qingxue would belong to him, a prize to command and savor.
"Please, let's not fight," Xiao Ruoyu interjected, gently holding Xia Qingxue's arm. Trying to diffuse the tension, she suggested, "Qingxue, this room was arranged for you by Su Chen. Since Ye Fan and I have benefited from his generosity as well, why don't we go and thank him together?"
She shot a discreet glance at Ye Fan, hoping he would understand the need for diplomacy. But Ye Fan didn't take the hint. He suddenly blocked their way, his face contorted in anger. "No! None of you are going anywhere!"
A chilling aura exploded from him, filling the entire room. His rage stirred the air, whipping up a harsh wind that rustled his hair and bared the scar on his forehead.
"I admit I was a bit harsh in my assumptions about Su Chen before," he growled, "but you're both pushing me too far. My patience has limits."
With that, Ye Fan's heavy gaze intensified, his double-pupil eyes glinting like steel, casting an oppressive force across the room. Under the weight of his killing intent, the space around them seemed to grow dim, as if even the sun and moon were cowering before his presence. In that moment, he seemed to reign supreme over everything in sight.
For someone at the peak of the Dao Palace Realm like Ye Fan, his unique bloodline granted him strength far beyond his cultivation level, allowing him to challenge mid-stage powers of the Divine Abilities Realm.
The pressure was overwhelming, especially for Xia Qingxue, who was powerless in the face of such strength. She gasped, her eyes wide with terror as she instinctively clung to Xiao Ruoyu's side.
But Xiao Ruoyu, standing at the threshold of the Great Saint Realm, was unfazed by Ye Fan's display. She grasped Xia Qingxue's hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, Qingxue. With your sister here, no one will harm you."
Xia Qingxue relaxed, her grip loosening slightly, though she still clutched Ruoyu's sleeve. Ruoyu shot a fierce look at Ye Fan, her own powerful aura swelling up to counter his, instantly suppressing his malevolent force.
The room trembled as her aura pressed down on him, like an ancient mountain bearing its weight upon his chest. Ye Fan could barely breathe, his face going pale as a trickle of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"H-how can this be...?" His eyes filled with fear, and he forced himself to withdraw his aura. Inside, his mind raced. 'Damn it! Since when was Xiao Ruoyu this powerful?'
Even Xia Qingxue was stunned by the overwhelming aura, awe written across her face. She glanced up, catching a glimpse of a brilliant sun-like phantom, the sign of a true Great Saint—a power Ruoyu wielded effortlessly.
Ye Fan had always dismissed the rumors about Xiao Ruoyu's strength, thinking her cultivation level was exaggerated. But now he knew the truth: Xiao Ruoyu was indeed a powerhouse of the Great Saint Realm, her strength forged by the legendary Divine Phoenix Martial Soul within her.
"Ruoyu, you're amazing!" Xia Qingxue's eyes sparkled with admiration. Ruoyu responded with a gentle smile, brushing a stray lock of hair from Qingxue's forehead. "Of course, don't you know who your sister is?"
Since childhood, Xiao Ruoyu had seen Xia Qingxue as her little sister. She would never stand by and let anyone harm her. When she detected the murderous intent in Ye Fan's eyes, Ruoyu's patience ran dry.
"Ye Fan, this is your first and last warning. Don't you dare try to harm Qingxue again."
Her voice was cold, and she no longer addressed him as "Young Master Ye" but by his full name, a clear sign of her disdain. If she hadn't been so kind-hearted, he'd already be lying dead at her feet.
Her trust in Ye Fan had vanished, along with her patience for his arrogance. The illusion of him as a worthy gentleman had shattered.
Ye Fan's expression darkened. He had indeed considered silencing Xia Qingxue, but with Ruoyu here, he couldn't take any action, not while facing her overwhelming strength. For now, he'd have to swallow his pride and bide his time. After all, Xiao Ruoyu was at a level he couldn't hope to rival.
He forced a smile, feigning innocence. "Miss Xiao, you misunderstand. I simply wanted to explain myself."
Though he'd managed to keep the women from seeing Su Chen, his image in Ruoyu's mind was now in ruins. And despite all his efforts, he had still lost.
Worse, he'd been defeated without Su Chen even lifting a finger. This defeat was unbearable.
"Explain?" Ruoyu's gaze remained icy, her voice cutting through his pretense. "I may not be blind, Ye Fan."
She continued, "Since you harbored ill intent toward Qingxue, things between us can never return to the way they were. Stay or leave—your choice."
Without waiting for a response, she guided Xia Qingxue to sit beside her, completely ignoring him.
Ye Fan opened his mouth, as if to speak, but nothing came out. He stood in place, unable to bring himself to leave the room.
He looked at their silhouettes, a mixture of bitterness and rage filling his heart.
The two women—so close, so out of reach. What he had once believed within his grasp now felt as distant as a fading dream.
And in the depths of his resentment, only one name came to mind: Su Chen.
'Su Chen, you're the reason for all of this. I, Ye Fan, will never share the same sky as you!'
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