The Crazy Senior Female Martial Artist

Ye Xuan turned around. He didn't push her away, but let her hold him. His tone returned to normal, even carrying a trace of gentle persuasion:

"Senior Sister, this is how it should be."

"Forced love brings no happiness. You don't want me to marry you against my will, right?"

Saying this, he reached out and gently patted Xia Lengyue's shoulder, like comforting a frightened beast, or making a final probe:

"Actually... Senior Sister, you really can reconsider what I just said."

"Which words?" Xia Lengyue looked up, her eyes filled with tears.

"Owing each other nothing."

Ye Xuan looked at her with a serious expression, as if having a heart-to-heart with an old friend:

"To save me, you damaged your cultivation and gave me resources. Your guilt has been compensated, and your heart should be at ease."

"And I have forgiven your previous actions."

"We are even."

"It's as if nothing ever happened. You are a high and mighty core disciple, and I am a disciple working hard on my cultivation."

"I am free, and you are liberated."

"In the future, when we meet, we can nod and smile. Even if we have our own Dao companions, we can still sit down calmly for a cup of tea."

"Everyone is well, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Ye Xuan spoke these words with great sincerity.

This was the last chance he was giving Xia Lengyue, and also the last chance for his own conscience.

If she agreed, he would truly let go of the past.

They would just be ordinary friends.

After all, the Ye Xuan she betrayed was a matter of his past life.

As Ye Xuan's voice faded, the tears in Xia Lengyue's eyes stopped.

She slowly released the arms holding Ye Xuan and took a half step back.

With her head lowered, her long hair covered her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

Only her shoulders heaved violently as she let out a series of spine-chilling, low chuckles.

"Hehe... even..."

"Liberated..."

"Our own... Dao companions?"

Suddenly!

Xia Lengyue raised her head.

That incredibly beautiful face was now covered in hideous lines. The whites of her eyes were completely overtaken by a blood-red color, and her pupils narrowed into vertical slits, just like a vicious ghost ready to devour someone!

That was the sign of her inner demons completely erupting!

"No!"

"Not wonderful! Not wonderful at all!"

She screamed hysterically, her voice piercing the silence of the secret room:

"Who wants to be even with you? Who wants to drink tea with you?"

"You are mine! Your life is mine! Your body is mine! Your soul is mine too!"

"You want freedom? In your dreams!"

"You want to find another Dao companion? I'll kill her! I'll kill every woman in this world!"

"Ye Xuan, listen to me clearly!"

Xia Lengyue approached step by step, her nails digging deeply into her own palms. Blood dripped down, yet she felt nothing:

"This life, the next life, for all eternity!"

"You can only be entangled with me!"

"Even if we torture each other, even if we go to hell, you will be buried with me!"

"Want to shake me off? Unless my soul scatters and shatters!"

Crazy.

Completely crazy.

Looking at her man-eating appearance, the last trace of conscience in Ye Xuan's heart vanished instantly.

He closed his mouth.

The last trace of warmth in his eyes was also extinguished.

Sure enough, there was no reasoning with this kind of person.

Since you want to torture each other, since you want to treat me as your private property...

Then don't blame me for treating you purely as a tool.

Three days later.

Qingyun Sect, Main Peak Hall.

A grand ceremony was being held.

Although the wedding date was postponed, Xia Lengyue, in order to declare her sovereignty and to allow Ye Xuan to rightfully enjoy core resources, forcibly demanded the sect to hold a promotion ceremony for Ye Xuan to become a true disciple.

In the square, there was a sea of people.

On the high platform, seven Nascent Soul elders, including the Sect Master, suddenly stood up, their faces full of shock.

"All five elements are present... and all five elements are perfect?"

"Is this... the legendary Five Elements Heavenly Dao Foundation?"

"Heaven blesses our Qingyun Sect! To actually produce such a prodigy!"

The Sect Master was so excited that his beard trembled.

And the thousands of disciples below the stage completely exploded in uproar.

"My god! Senior Brother Ye Xuan is actually this strong?"

"No wonder Core Disciple Xia is so dead set on him! How is he a pretty boy toy? He's a peerless genius!"

"Tch, what do you know? Even with good talent, where did the resources for his Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment come from? Weren't they given by Senior Sister Xia!"

"I heard that Senior Sister Xia even let her own cultivation drop to help him establish his foundation!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this Ye Xuan has such a good life. Senior Sister Xia is simply a walking treasure trove! I heard she is supported by a hidden family behind the scenes, with wealth rivaling a nation!"

"If I had such a rich Dao companion, I could achieve Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment too!"

Various discussions—envious, jealous, and sour—surged over like a tide.

In everyone's eyes, Ye Xuan was covered in labels:

"Kept man," "lucky dog," "prince consort of a hidden family."

Even though he displayed heaven-defying talent, everyone still subconsciously believed that he rose to the top by relying on a woman.

And Ye Xuan, the center of attention, was currently standing in the middle of the high platform.

He wore a brand-new purple robe of a true disciple, his figure tall and straight, his face handsome.

Facing the gazes around him, whether disdainful or jealous, his expression was terrifyingly calm.

No shame, no defense, not even a trace of emotional fluctuation.

He just lightly glanced at Xia Lengyue, who stood not far away, looking at him with an obsessed expression.

A kept man?

Heh, say whatever you want.

Face? Dignity? In the face of survival and immortality, they were worthless.

Since you all think I rely on a woman, then I'll show you exactly how I rely on her.

After the ceremony ended.

Ye Xuan did not move to the True Disciple Peak arranged by the sect, but directly returned to the Lengyue Peak.

This was what Xia Lengyue demanded, and what Ye Xuan tacitly accepted.

Returning to this luxurious sleeping chamber.

Ye Xuan dismissed all the servants.

He walked to the window, looked at the cloud-wreathed mountains outside, and slowly closed his eyes.

In his dantian, that Ten-Thousand-Mile Traceless Talisman was still quietly floating, emitting an enticing spatial fluctuation.

With just a single thought, he could leave this place.

Leave this crazy woman, leave these rumors, and go to a place where no one knew him to be a carefree rogue cultivator.

But...

Ye Xuan's fingers gently tapped against the window sill.

"Although I am now at the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment, I am only at the early stage after all."

"The subsequent techniques of the 'Five Elements Chaos Sutra' require massive amounts of resources. Breaking through to the Golden Core stage even requires five types of heaven and earth strange flames to temper the golden core."

"If I became a rogue cultivator..."

The miserable state of being a rogue cultivator surfaced in Ye Xuan's mind.

Risking one's life against others for a few spirit stones; hiding in demonic beast feces for three days and three nights for a single spirit herb.

Having no medicine to take when injured, having no earth veins when cultivating...

Too miserable.

Too slow.

But here...

Ye Xuan turned around, looking at the furnishings in the room.

On the table were top-grade spirit fruits, the incense burning was ambergris to calm the mind, and the bed was laid with thousand-year ice silkworm silk.

Although Xia Lengyue was a lunatic, she was a rich lunatic.

As long as he opened his mouth, these resources would be continuously delivered right in front of him.

"I'm not leaving."

Ye Xuan opened his eyes, a trace of deep calculation flashing in their depths.

"Why should I leave? She is the one who should leave!"

"This is what I deserve."

"In my past life, she tormented me so miserably. In this life, what is wrong with spending a little of her money and using some of her resources?"

"Consider it all compensation for my emotional distress."

At this thought, the tiny sliver of guilt in Ye Xuan's heart over exploiting her feelings flickered like a candle in the wind before extinguishing completely.

Replacing it was absolute rationality and ruthlessness.

"Xia Lengyue, since you refuse to call it even, and since you want us to torture each other."

"Fine, I will play along."

"I will use everything you give me to grow stronger at any cost."

"Until one day..."

Ye Xuan clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within his body.

"Until my strength is enough to completely crush you, enough to oppose that Bai Qiangu who has yet to appear."

"When that day comes."

"I will return everything you have done to me in full!"

"Husband."

At this moment, Xia Lengyue's voice came from outside the door.

She walked in carrying a bowl of steaming spirit soup.

The soup was brewed from the marrow of a Tier 3 demonic beast and several rare spirit herbs. It was worth a fortune, made solely to nourish Ye Xuan's body.

At this moment, she had shed the arrogance and madness she displayed before outsiders. Like a gentle little wife, she cautiously observed Ye Xuan's expression.

"I saw you did not speak much at the ceremony earlier. Are you tired? Drink this soup."

Ye Xuan turned around and looked at her.

He looked at the hint of fawning in her eyes, as well as the trace of fear that arose because he did not respond immediately.

Ye Xuan smiled.

He smiled very gently, very perfectly.

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

He walked over, naturally took the bowl of soup, and drank it in one gulp.

Then, he set down the bowl and stretched out his hand with absolute self-assurance:

"Senior Sister, I just broke through and still need to consolidate my realm."

"I have used up my previous spirit stones. Give me another hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones."

"Also, I want to comprehend sword intent. I heard there is a Supreme White Sword Stele in the sect's treasury. Go borrow it for me."

His tone was flat, without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

This was living off a woman, but doing it with absolute arrogance.

Xia Lengyue froze for a moment.

Immediately after, a brilliant smile bloomed on her face.

She was not afraid of Ye Xuan asking for things; she was afraid of him not wanting anything at all.

Asking for things meant he needed her, meant he could not leave her.

"Okay! No problem!"

Xia Lengyue was as happy as a child. She immediately pulled out a spatial ring and shoved it into Ye Xuan's hand. "Here is two hundred thousand. Let me know if it is not enough. I will go ask the sect master for the sword stele right now. If he refuses, I will rob him!"

Watching her run out joyfully to extort resources for him.

Ye Xuan rubbed the spatial ring in his hand, his eyes as deep as an abyss.

"We merely take what we need."

"You are buying peace of mind."

"And I am selling false affection."