Su Yao's Regret

The whip fell again and again, the crisp cracks echoing one after another, exploding with exceptional clarity within the deathly silent domain of chaos.

The moon-white maid outfit was lashed open with fine tears, and bright red welts quickly swelled on the exposed skin.

Su Yao kept a cold face, forcefully swallowing the cries of pain that reached her lips. Only the cold sweat seeping from her forehead and her slightly trembling body betrayed her current agony.

The spiritual power in her body had long been completely sealed by Ye Chuan; she couldn't even gather the most basic protective astral aura.

What would normally have felt like a mere tickle to her now felt like red-hot branding irons landing on her flesh, every strike a piercing agony.

Inside the barrier, Perfected Wucang watched this scene, his bones cracking as he clenched them. His old eyes glared so red they looked ready to drip blood.

Having lived for tens of thousands of years as an Ascension Realm mighty figure, sweeping across the Profound Heaven Continent for millennia, when had he ever suffered such utter humiliation?

Watching his only blood relative being so humiliated right in front of him, he didn't even have the ability to break through this layer of the chaotic domain!

Boundless fury and a sense of powerlessness intertwined, frantically gnawing at his Dao Heart. The cracks on his golden Dao principle barrier grew denser, on the verge of completely shattering.

But he knew he couldn't panic.

Once his Dao Heart completely collapsed, he would truly fall into the hands of this junior, without even the slightest chance of turning the tables.

Perfected Wucang fiercely closed his eyes, his jaw clamped shut, his fingernails digging bloody crescents into his palms. He frantically circulated a lifetime's worth of cultivation, directly using his origin Dao principles to completely seal his six senses, perception, and divine soul from all contact with the outside world.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Out of earshot, free of chaos.

He directly sealed himself into a living corpse. Even if the world turned upside down outside, he wouldn't sense a thing, completely severing Ye Chuan's intention of using Su Yao to disrupt his Dao Heart.

Instantly, the previously trembling golden barrier stabilized. Even the fluctuations of Dao principles within it were completely concealed, becoming like a motionless piece of solid gold, devoid of any further activity.

Hmm?

Ye Chuan paused the whip in mid-air and raised an eyebrow. His divine sense swept over, instantly detecting Perfected Wucang's actions, and he was taken aback for a moment.

Not bad, old thing. How ruthless.

He truly hadn't expected this ten-thousand-year-old monster to be able to swallow his pride and use this method of playing dead, out of sight, out of mind, abandoning even his own descendant.

He looked down at Su Yao, who was still holding on in his arms. Hear that? See that? Your ancestor directly sealed himself up, not even sparing you a single glance.

Turns out you aren't that important in his heart after all.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. But that makes sense, a Holy Maiden can always be replaced.

Su Yao's face instantly turned deathly pale. She had also sensed the completely vanished aura inside the barrier just now. Had the ancestor really abandoned her?

But she still gritted her teeth, stubbornly refusing to let her tears fall. Her voice trembled, but she remained obstinate:

Don't be smug! The ancestor just doesn't want his Dao Heart disturbed by a demonic heretic like you! So many elders of the Wutong Holy Land have already died; what does it matter if one more Holy Maiden dies?!

I, Su Yao, am a person of the Wutong Holy Land in life, and its ghost in death! If you have the guts, kill me! If I so much as furrow my brow, I am not fit to be the Holy Maiden of the Wutong Holy Land!

She put on a look of facing death with equanimity. Even though her whole body was in agony, and even though her ancestor had sealed his senses and abandoned her, she still refused to bow her head to Ye Chuan.

Kill you? Ye Chuan stroked his chin.

You don't think it's just going to end like this, do you? Do you really like being so stubborn?

Ye Chuan snapped his fingers, instantly activating his Origin Magic. His words became law.

Your perception, magnified a thousand times.

A pale white halo instantly sank into Su Yao's body, so fast she didn't even have a chance to react.

You... what did you do to me?! Su Yao instantly felt something was wrong.

The wounds that had only felt slightly hot were now like countless red-hot needles ruthlessly piercing into her bones.

The sting made Su Yao's whole body tremble, and even her breathing stagnated for a moment.

With her perception magnified a thousand times, let alone the wounds on her body, even the sound of her own heartbeat exploded in her ears like thunder. Every breath brought a piercing agony.

Do what? Ye Chuan's gaze was playful. Don't rush, you'll know soon enough.

Huang Haotian! If you're a man, give me a quick end! Kill me!

Extreme agony washed over Su Yao's nerves again and again like a tide. Unable to maintain that fearless facade any longer, she roared out loud.

Using such insidious and vile methods to humiliate people, what kind of cultivator are you?! You are an out-and-out evil cultivator! A demon!

Evil cultivator? Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, shrugging his shoulders with sheer indifference. Since you keep calling me an evil cultivator, wouldn't I be doing a disservice to your evaluation if I didn't live up to the title?

With her perception magnified a thousand times, Su Yao only felt waves of darkness washing over her vision, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Ye Chuan grabbed her hair. Didn't you just say that you're a person of the Wutong Holy Land in life, and its ghost in death? If you can't even eat this little bit of bitterness, what kind of Holy Maiden are you?

In just a few short minutes, Su Yao's eyes had already lost focus. Her body suddenly went limp as she completely passed out, leaving only her fingertips twitching slightly.

Fainted already? Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. He casually pulled a Mind-Condensing Pill from his spatial storage and flicked his finger. The pill transformed into a clear stream, forcefully fed into Su Yao's mouth.

The pill melted upon entering her mouth, and Su Yao's dissipating consciousness was violently yanked back from the darkness.

She snapped her eyes open. Before she could even catch her breath, overwhelming agony swept over her once more, even sharper and more violent than before.

The pill not only awakened her consciousness but also made her divine soul's perception even more acute!

Su Yao's tears fell uncontrollably. She could no longer uphold the arrogant airs of a Holy Maiden. Looking at Ye Chuan, her eyes finally revealed unconcealable terror.

Don't... don't torture me anymore... She spoke with a sobbing tone, begging for mercy intermittently.

I was wrong... I shouldn't have led people to besiege the Yuxu Sect...

From stubbornly facing death to completely breaking down and begging for mercy, it only took a short moment.

But Ye Chuan acted as if he hadn't heard her pleas, saying indifferently, Now you know you're wrong? When you slaughtered someone else's entire sect back then, why didn't you think there would be a today?

You don't know you were wrong; you just know you're going to be killed.

I really know I was wrong... Su Yao shook her head desperately, losing every shred of the glory of the Wutong Holy Land's Holy Maiden.

I will do anything you ask me to...

She was completely broken; even the slightest punishment would cause Su Yao to pass out.

Her ancestor had sealed his six senses and abandoned her, and the boundless torture seemed to have no end. That pitiful bit of pride and backbone was crushed into powder in the face of absolute agony.