White Thousand Bones Arrives and Slaps the Protagonist Forty Times Right from the Start

The sea of clouds churned. Miles away, the firmament was torn into blinding spatial rifts by two terrifying spiritual pressures.

On the deck of the flying skiff, the fierce wind whipped at Ying'er's thin clothes.

She clung desperately to the ship's rail, her face as pale as paper. Her clear eyes reflected the apocalyptic collision of spiritual light in the distance. She glanced back at Ye Xuan, who was leaning against a soft couch, her small body trembling slightly.

"Mas... Master..."

Ying'er stammered:

"They are fighting to the death for you... who... who do you actually want to win?"

Ye Xuan leaned against a luxurious ice-silkworm cushion, his slender fingers playing with a lustrous luminous cup.

Hearing the little girl's trembling question, he tilted his head back slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he took a sip of wine. His deep eyes showed not a hint of panic at being in the center of the vortex; instead, a mocking smile curled the corners of his mouth:

"Who wins?"

"Heh."

The cold laughter seemed especially jarring amidst the howling wind.

He slowly turned his head to look at the shivering Ying'er, instantly shedding the facade of deep affection and innocence he had worn before the two women.

A chilling callousness flashed in his eyes, as if he were watching two wild beasts tearing at each other in a mud pit:

"The resources are already in my hands."

He patted the bulging high-tier storage bag at his waist, which was filled with top-grade spirit stones and heavenly treasures that would make countless mighty cultivators red-eyed with envy.

"My goal has been achieved."

"As for whether those two live or die... I couldn't care less."

He sighed, his expression so indifferent it bordered on heartlessness.

On that peerlessly handsome face, one that had driven two supreme fairy-like cultivators to madness, there was now only a deep sense of weariness.

"As the only man on the entire internet who isn't afraid of a romantic bloodbath. Having two loose women fight over me doesn't make me happy in the slightest."

Feeling the cold aura radiating from her master, Ying'er swallowed hard, carefully probing the most extreme possibility:

"Then... what if they end up killing each other?"

"Oh?"

Ye Xuan raised an eyebrow, his previously bored face suddenly becoming a bit more lively.

The gloom in the depths of his eyes was swept away, replaced by a flash of fervent, expectant light, as if he had just heard the most beautiful celestial music in the world:

"If they really manage to mutually destroy each other... that would be wonderful."

He sat up straight, his gaze passing over the ship's rail to greedily stare at the blood-red storm in the distant sky that seemed ready to shred the firmament.

"Two lunatics dying together. The world will be rid of two scourges, and I will be completely free."

"That would simply be a double blessing, a great event worthy of universal celebration."

Speaking of this, Ye Xuan's mood brightened immensely, the days of pent-up depression in his chest vanishing into thin air.

His slender finger tapped lightly in the void, and the spiritual light on his ring flickered slightly.

He pulled an exquisite crystal bottle from the ring. Its glass-like material refracted an extravagant halo in the sunlight. Inside was a golden sparkling wine that made a faint fizzing sound with his movements.

"It's worth opening a bottle of champagne to celebrate."

"Champagne?"

Ying'er blinked her large eyes curiously, temporarily forgetting her fear as her gaze was firmly drawn to the strangely shaped crystal bottle. "What is that?"

Ye Xuan smiled faintly, his smile carrying a hint of nostalgia for his past life. He didn't explain much; he just pressed his thumb against the bottle mouth and flicked it lightly. The cork popped off instantly, making an extremely pleasant and crisp popping sound.

The golden liquid poured into the cup like cheerful, flowing gold.

Fine, dense micro-bubbles churned upwards from the bottom of the cup, refracting a charming and gorgeous brilliance in the sunlight.

"It's a type of wine."

Ye Xuan slowly stood up and walked to the edge of the flying skiff, holding his glass.

The fierce wind messed up his long hair, but he didn't care at all. He merely raised his glass across the vast sea of clouds and, with extreme elegance, made a distant toast to the apocalyptic, blood-drenched battlefield of carnage far away.

"A wine that is only drunk when celebrating victory and freedom."

Just as his voice fell.

Boom!

An earth-shattering roar echoed from the distance, and a blinding mass of blood-red light shot into the sky. It seemed someone had been forced into a desperate corner and directly self-destructed their natal magical treasure.

The berserk spiritual energy transformed into a physical hurricane that swept in all directions. The massive shockwave surged forward like a crashing tsunami, causing even this flying skiff, which was carved with top-tier defensive arrays, to jolt violently.

Yet at the bow of the ship, Ye Xuan stood as steady as a mountain, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground.

Amidst the violent shaking, the hand holding the cup was terrifyingly steady; not a single drop of wine spilled from the glass.

Against the backdrop of the sky-filling, berserk spiritual light, he leisurely brought the rim of the glass to his lips and took a light sip.

Then, he closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he carefully savored the taste of the cold, mellow wine blooming on the tip of his tongue.

"Tastes good."

Ying'er slumped on the deck, hugging a pillar tightly just to stabilize her body.

She looked at her master, who stood amidst the fierce winds and towering waves leisurely tasting wine, and couldn't help but shudder.

Although she didn't quite understand the world of adults, she vaguely felt... at this very moment, her master, with a smile on his lips, playing two peerless powerhouses in the palm of his hand, seemed thousands of times more terrifying than the two blood-crazed madwomen.

She hesitated for a long time, ultimately unable to resist her inner confusion and a trace of pity.

"Master..."

Ying'er looked up, carefully observing Ye Xuan's profile, and asked softly:

"Don't... don't you think they're a little pitiful?"

"After all... it seems to me that they really love you..."

"That Sister Ye, she threw away her life for you..."

"That Sister Xia, she emptied her entire fortune for you..."

Hearing these words, Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

He turned around, looking down at the naive and innocent Ying'er from above. A flash of helplessness toward the unworldly crossed his eyes.

"Ying'er."

Ye Xuan said softly, his tone flat, yet every word was like a knife:

"Do you think that is love?"

The almost morbidly crazed eyes of the two women surfaced in his mind, and the disgust deep in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

"One wanted to turn me into a human swine and lock me in a cage as a pet canary."

"The other wanted to turn me into a mindless dual-cultivation cauldron, eternally imprisoned in the Joyous Union Sect."

He pointed at the hellish, blood-red sky in the distance, his voice abruptly turning cold.

"You call this love?"

Ye Xuan sneered, tilted his neck back, and downed the remaining golden wine in one gulp. The interwoven spicy and sweet liquid slid down his throat like a nameless fire igniting.

"This is called cannibalism."

"They don't love me. They love their own possessiveness; they love the completely obedient Ye Xuan they fantasized about."

He casually squeezed his hand, and with a bang, the crystal-clear wine glass turned to powder and scattered in the wind.

"Since they want to eat people, they must be prepared to have their teeth broken."

He looked down at the storage bag at his waist, the spoils of war he had endured humiliation to obtain, and a cruel arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

I am just... biting a piece of flesh off them before they can eat me alive.

Ye Xuan stopped looking at Ying'er. He straightened up and walked to the very front of the ship's bow.

The fierce astral winds high in the sky whipped his dark black robes, snapping them loudly like a lone eagle spreading its wings to fly.

He turned his back to the battlefield that had been completely reduced to ruins, turning his back on the two women he had once feigned compliance with, who were now fighting madly over him.

With cold resolve, he injected his spiritual energy into the flying ship's core. Piloting the vessel, he didn't look back even once, charging forward without hesitation toward the distant horizon, toward that vast and boundless realm of freedom.

In the howling wind, all that remained were his murmurs, as light as a feather yet bone-chillingly cold.

Fight.

You two crazy bitches.

One beaten to death is one less to deal with.

It would be best... if neither of you made it back alive.

An hour later.

Ye Xuan leaned back comfortably in his chair, watching the two terrifying figures on the horizon who were still fighting to the death over him, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

This is life.

Ye Xuan sighed with emotion, raising his glass to the shivering Ying'er beside him.

Ying'er, learn from this. In this cruel cultivation world, if you don't want to be the prey, you have to learn how to be a master hunter.

Sometimes, a hunter doesn't necessarily need to be physically stronger than the prey; they just need to understand human nature better.

Ying'er nodded, half-understanding, her eyes full of worship for her master.

However.

Just at the moment Ye Xuan was about to down the wine in his crystal glass in one gulp.

The originally clear sky darkened without any warning.

It wasn't covered in dark clouds, but rather as if a massive black cloth had been directly draped over the entire firmament.

That wasn't a cloth.

It was endless, sky-blotting demonic qi!

An aura even more terrifying, gloomy, and despair-inducing than Xia Lengyue and Ye Qingcheng combined instantly locked onto this small flying ship.

Crack.

The crystal glass in Ye Xuan's hand shattered directly under this oppressive might.

The golden liquor splashed all over him.

The smile on his face froze.

An ominous premonition shot straight up his spine to the crown of his head.

This feeling was too familiar.

So familiar that every cell in his body was screaming.

No... it can't be, right?

Ye Xuan stiffly turned his head and looked forward.

In the void ahead, countless black demonic runes lit up, constructing a massive array formation capable of sealing heaven and earth.

And in the center of the array, countless demonic cultivators clad in black robes with eerie auras floated densely like a flock of crows.

A pitch-black banner fluttered in the wind, embroidered with a bloody skull and four terrifying large characters—

Limitless Demon Sect

And surrounded by thousands of demonic cultivators.

A throne of white bones, forged from ten-thousand-year-old corpses and emitting a faint white glow, drifted slowly forward.

Lounging lazily on the throne was a peerlessly magnificent woman in a red dress.

She was incredibly beautiful, a demonic, soul-stirring beauty—an aggressively potent beauty laced with the aura of death.

Her skin was as white as paper, devoid of any color, which only made her lips look as red as fresh blood.

Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall over the white bones, the contrast between black and white striking to the eye.

Within her narrow, phoenix-like eyes swirled dark vortexes that seemed capable of devouring souls, and right now, they were staring fixedly, playfully, and cruelly at Ye Xuan.

The leader of the Demonic Path.

Bai Qiangu.

Ye Xuan's pupils abruptly contracted.

If Xia Lengyue was an iceberg and Ye Qingcheng was raging fire, then the woman before him was an absolute abyss.

Go on, run.

Bai Qiangu's voice was very soft and magnetic, like a lover's whisper in the ear.

But to Ye Xuan's ears, it was no less than the King of Hell's death warrant.

Weren't you running quite fast just now?

Why did you stop running? My... little husband?

Before her voice even faded.

Bai Qiangu's figure instantly vanished from the throne.

The next moment.

A fragrant breeze hit his face.

Ye Xuan's vision blurred, and a breathtaking yet terrifying face was already mere inches away.

He had absolutely no time to react.

He didn't even have the time to mobilize his spiritual energy.

Slap!

An extremely crisp slap that echoed through the clouds exploded across the flying ship.

But this was only the beginning.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap...

Bai Qiangu's hand speed reached the absolute limit, turning into countless afterimages.

She didn't use any magical power, relying purely on her physical strength to viciously slap Ye Xuan's face over and over again.

Every slap carried the resentment she had accumulated over thousands of years.

Every slap carried the madness of her unrequited love.

Ying'er was thoroughly terrified beside them. Covering her mouth, tears flowed uncontrollably, but she didn't dare make a single sound.

Exactly forty slaps.

No more, no less.

Every strike landed on the exact same spot, and every strike made Ye Xuan's cheek swell and redden a bit more.

It wasn't until the fortieth slap landed.

That Bai Qiangu elegantly retracted her hand. She even pulled out a pure white handkerchief and slowly, methodically wiped her fingers, which hadn't gathered a speck of dust.

As for Ye Xuan at this moment.

His originally peerlessly handsome face had swollen into a pig's head.

His brain was buzzing, stars danced in his vision, and his entire world was spinning.

But he was Ye Xuan, after all.

Even in such a desperate situation, even after being beaten so miserably.

He still shook his head, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and sighed in an almost absurd tone:

What's going on here?

Starting off with forty consecutive pulls right out of the gate?

Are the welfare benefits of the Demonic Path... really this good nowadays?