One Man Against Four Broken Shoes

Ye Xuan’s furious roar transformed directly into a terrifying sonic boom, causing the remaining palace walls around him to collapse completely!

The cries and pleas abruptly came to an end.

Xia Lengyue stood frozen.

Zi Yao held her breath.

Ye Qingcheng was so frightened that she even forgot to cry.

Even Wu Lingxiao, who had been gloating in midair, was shaken stiff by the terrifying fury radiating from Ye Xuan and dared not make a sound.

Once again, the heavens and earth fell into a suffocating silence.

These four madwomen, who represented the pinnacle of human-world combat power yet had humbled themselves to the dust in matters of love, all stared blankly at the man standing amid the ruins.

Ye Xuan stood atop the shattered remains of the walls, his black-and-gold robe billowing loudly in the night wind.

He let out a long sigh. His voice pierced through the void and sank into the ears and hearts of every woman present.

“I’ve been wondering…”

Ye Xuan’s voice was low, yet carried a suffocating pressure. “After reincarnating life after life, just how far do I have to go before I can stop women like you from betraying me and cheating on me?”

“I gave you power. I gave you affection. I even gave you the most precious thing in this world—my true heart. But now, I’ve finally understood.”

He turned his head, his gaze blazing as it locked first onto Xia Lengyue, who had collapsed onto the ground with her face streaked by tears.

“Take Xia Lengyue, for example.”

Ye Xuan’s voice was icy. “She was my wife when we were still ordinary mortals. I thought that standing by each other through thick and thin was worth more than a thousand pieces of gold. But what happened? The moment she entered the cultivation world and witnessed the allure of immortality, the lavish wealth of those heaven’s favored geniuses, she cast aside our marriage as though it were worthless. She cheated on me with multiple men, all for the sake of gaining a few pitiful cultivation resources.”

Xia Lengyue’s face was as pale as a corpse. She wanted to defend herself, but no words would come.

“Then there’s Zi Yao.” Ye Xuan turned toward the dignified and noble Demon Venerable. “Back then, you wandered the world with me. We once embraced and slept amid the flashes of blades and swords. But in the end, you still couldn’t escape your greedy heart. For the sake of becoming the wife of a sect’s young master, you walked into another man’s arms without the slightest hesitation.”

Zi Yao lowered her head and said nothing. Her nails dug deeply into her palms, and blood dripped from between her fingers.

Finally, Ye Xuan’s gaze swept across Ye Qingcheng and Wu Lingxiao.

“As for Ye Qingcheng, there’s no need to talk about her. Her cheating was inevitable from the very beginning.”

“I simply never expected that even the lofty Female Emperor would be unable to escape this filthy instinct.”

Ye Xuan gave a cold laugh, the sound filled with despair toward human nature and mocking contempt. “So I’ve reached a conclusion: women will cheat sooner or later!”

“It doesn’t matter what their status is, who they are, or how beautiful they may be. When poor and lowly, they cheat out of greed. When wealthy and powerful, they cheat out of emptiness. When they stand at the very summit as emperors, they cheat out of lust.”

Ye Xuan paused and drew a deep breath. His tone became as calm as an ancient well, yet it made them feel even more hopeless.

“But at the same time, I’ve also been asking myself: When will women not cheat?”

The breathing of all four women stopped. They stared fixedly at Ye Xuan.

“The answer is…”

Ye Xuan spoke each word slowly. “Women will never cheat. Not when sharing hardship and relying on each other. Not when their cultivation reaches the heavens. Not when they find themselves trapped in adversity. A truly loyal soul will never waver, no matter the circumstances.”

“Even with a butcher’s blade at their throats, even when wealth and glory dazzle their eyes, their hearts will beat for only one man.”

Looking at their twisted, agonized expressions, Ye Xuan revealed an exceptionally cruel smile.

“I should thank you. It is precisely because of the filth, depravity, and disgrace of people like you that, throughout my countless reincarnations, I have come to understand what true loyalty and genuine purity are. Not everyone in the myriad heavens and worlds is wallowing in a swamp of mud.”

“I, Ye Xuan…”

He stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair flying in the wind. “After reincarnating through countless lifetimes, I do nothing but select—I do not cultivate. A worn-out shoe is still a worn-out shoe. No matter how you cleanse your bodies or repair your souls, the stench that seeps from your very bones will never disappear in this lifetime.”

When Wu Lingxiao heard this, the killing intent in her bloodshot eyes suddenly surged.

She glared at Ye Xuan. The power of a peak Great Ascension cultivator within her had become wildly disordered from her overwhelming fury.

“So…” Wu Lingxiao’s voice was hoarse and grim. “The promise you made before—that you would share a bed with me once I broke through to the Form Synthesis Realm—was all a lie?”

“Of course it was.”

Ye Xuan revealed an expression of utter disgust, as if even looking at her for another moment made him sick. “Share a bed with you, a Female Emperor who has been ridden by thousands? Wu Lingxiao, why don’t you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? Do you really think you’re worthy? What kind of filthy wreck are you hiding beneath that phoenix robe? Just touching you would make me feel as though my cultivation had been infected by a plague!”

He turned toward Xia Lengyue, Zi Yao, and Ye Qingcheng, unleashing a torrent of vile insults without restraint.

“And you treacherous bitches as well. Each of you claims to be trying to save me, but in reality, you only want to keep me for yourselves and satisfy your sick desires.”

“In my eyes, your so-called regret and desperate struggles aren’t worth a single coin. Forgiveness? Keep dreaming! For the rest of your lives, you can only sink into an abyss of guilt and despair, watching me dote on truly pure and immaculate fairies!”

This barrage of humiliation finally shattered the last trace of reason in these heaven’s favored women.

“Since you refuse to forgive us…”

Wu Lingxiao slowly raised her head. Her black hair instantly transformed into a bizarre blood-red, while her Temporal Dao Physique erupted into a state of complete frenzy.

Her cold and beautiful face no longer held any trace of remorse. Only a madness that seemed capable of devouring Ye Xuan alive remained.

“Then don’t blame me. Since I can’t have your heart, I’ll break both your legs, cripple your cultivation, and lock you in the deepest dungeon beneath Weiyang Palace! I’ll make you wish for death yet be unable to die. For the rest of your life, you’ll be allowed to look only at me and become nothing more than my personal plaything!”

“That’s right!” Zi Yao rose as well, demonic fire blazing in her eyes as her delicate body trembled. “Husband, you’re too heartless. Since you refuse to forgive us, then we’ll attack together! We’ll lock you away, hide you somewhere no one can find, and take turns draining your essence day and night. You’ll never be able to leave us!”

Xia Lengyue and Ye Qingcheng revealed equally frenzied expressions.

At this moment, the four women had somehow reached an extremely bizarre consensus: since their husband despised them as worn-out shoes, they would simply go all the way and become exactly that. They would completely imprison the man who inspired both love and hatred within them, trapping him forever in a prison of desire!

“We’ll join forces to bind his soul and turn him into our puppet!”

Four vast Great Ascension auras rose once more, and the entire imperial palace seemed on the verge of collapsing.

The four women formed an encircling formation around him, their eyes gleaming with a greed and ferocity that resembled those of wild beasts.