Ye Xuan's Kidney Was Removed

Lu Yanchen coughed violently, a vicious delight flickering in his eyes while his face wore an expression of compassion for all living things.

“Stop tormenting Brother Ye… Cough, cough… This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have provoked him. He pushed me because he cares about you too much. Let him go. If this continues, he’ll die…”

Seeing Lu Yanchen like this, Qing Xuanyin pulled him into her arms in distress. She then turned toward Ye Xuan, who was barely clinging to life in the lake, and sneered:

“Do you see that, Ye Xuan? You pushed Yanchen into the water and wanted him dead, yet he’s still magnanimous enough to plead for you!”

“You ought to learn from him what it means to be broad-minded and gracious! How could I, Qing Xuanyin, have a vicious, selfish, narrow-minded fiancé like you?”

In the lake, Ye Xuan struggled to grip the rocks along the shore, half his body submerged in the icy water.

He raised his head. Upon his deathly pale, bloodless face, a cold, sinister smile suddenly appeared.

He looked at Qing Xuanyin and spoke in a hoarse yet extraordinarily clear voice that carried to everyone’s ears:

“Since you think he’s so wonderful—and we haven’t married yet, anyway…”

Ye Xuan spat out a mouthful of bloody lake water and sneered coldly:

“Why don’t you simply make Lu Yanchen your fiancé instead?”

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire scene fell into dead silence.

Qing Xuanyin’s body stiffened. Then, an uncontrollable fury surged straight to her head.

She had never imagined that Ye Xuan, who had always obeyed her without question and acted meekly before her, would dare to publicly suggest that she replace him with another fiancé—a thoroughly outrageous and defiant remark!

“Ye Xuan! You’re courting death!”

Qing Xuanyin flew into a rage. If the elders around them had not intervened to restrain her, she would nearly have crippled Ye Xuan’s cultivation on the spot.

After that farce, Ye Xuan completely shut himself away in his courtyard.

He could no longer be bothered with anything concerning Qing Xuanyin and Lu Yanchen. His mind held only cultivation now. Feelings would only slow the speed of his sword. Since his sincerity had been fed to a dog, the only path left to him was the pursuit of the supreme Dao.

In the meditation chamber, he laid down layer upon layer of formations and absorbed the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth day and night.

Yet, half a month later, in the dead of night—

“Boom!”

The door to Ye Xuan’s sealed meditation chamber was blasted apart by an extremely violent and terrifying force! The backlash struck Ye Xuan, who had been circulating his cultivation, causing him to spit out a large mouthful of blood. He nearly suffered cultivation deviation.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Qing Xuanyin stormed inside, her face as cold as frost.

“Xuanyin?” Ye Xuan covered his chest and looked at her coldly. “You even dare to force your way into my meditation chamber while I’m in seclusion?”

Qing Xuanyin completely ignored his injuries. She strode up to Ye Xuan, her voice urgent and filled with an unquestionable command:

“Ye Xuan, come with me immediately. Yanchen was ambushed in the rear mountain tonight and grievously wounded by a vicious magical artifact. His foundation has been severely damaged, and his life is hanging by a thread. He needs the organs of a cultivator with an exceptional wood spiritual root to repair his foundation!”

Qing Xuanyin paused, then stared at Ye Xuan as she declared matter-of-factly:

“Your wood spiritual root is the purest, and your kidney is the most suitable for him. I’m going to remove one of your kidneys to repair his foundation.”

When he heard those words, Ye Xuan froze.

Although he had long since given up on this woman, he still felt a surge of absurdity and ridicule when such a cruel, outrageous statement came from her lips.

“Cut out my kidney? To save him?” Ye Xuan’s expression changed drastically. Then he suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears nearly spilled from his eyes. “Qing Xuanyin, have you gone mad? What gives you the right?”

“Because you’re my fiancé!”

Qing Xuanyin spoke with righteous conviction, as though it were only natural. “Yanchen was entrusted to me by my elder sister. I absolutely cannot let him die! You’re my man, so naturally, you have an obligation to share this karmic burden with me!”

“It’s only one kidney. As a cultivator at the Deity Transformation Stage, you’ll recover after a few decades of recuperation. What’s there to fuss about?!”

“What’s there to fuss about?” Ye Xuan stared coldly at her, his eyes sharp as blades. “You want to repay a debt of gratitude. You want to save him. Your cultivation is higher than mine, and your origin power is stronger than mine! Why don’t you cut out your own kidney to save your dear brother-in-law?!”

Faced with that razor-sharp retort, a trace of guilt flashed through Qing Xuanyin’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness.

She let out a cold laugh and looked down at him condescendingly. “I still need to preserve my peak cultivation to investigate the murderer, and I have to protect him from suffering further harm.”

“Besides, I’m at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage. His body simply wouldn’t be able to withstand my organs. Enough nonsense. Don’t worry—after taking your kidney, I’ll use the finest pills to restore your body.”

“I refuse.” Ye Xuan spat out the three words without the slightest hesitation.

“That isn’t up to you!”

Qing Xuanyin’s gaze turned severe, and the pressure of a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator burst forth without restraint.

Ye Xuan was only at the Deity Transformation Stage. In an instant, he was suppressed by that immense force and rendered completely immobile.

Qing Xuanyin stepped forward. Her fingers curled into claws, their tips shimmering with a sinister azure light. Ignoring the resistance and icy fury in Ye Xuan’s eyes, she thrust them directly into his side!

“Argh!”

Blood sprayed through the air!

The agony of having an organ ripped from his living body caused Ye Xuan to release a bloodcurdling scream.

Qing Xuanyin expressionlessly tore out Ye Xuan’s kidney, still pulsing with dense wood-element vitality. She wrapped it in spiritual energy and, without even sparing a glance for Ye Xuan—who lay twitching in a pool of blood—hurriedly turned and left.

At Lu Yanchen’s private residence.

When Qing Xuanyin merged the kidney, still carrying Ye Xuan’s body heat, into Lu Yanchen’s body, the pallor swiftly faded from his face, replaced by a healthy flush.

Looking at Qing Xuanyin’s hands covered in blood, he put on an expression of extreme shock and anguish. “Xuanyin… W-where did that organ come from? You… you used Brother Ye’s kidney?!”

“This absolutely cannot be allowed!”

Lu Yanchen weakly pounded the bed, tears rolling down his cheeks. “How could you hurt Brother Ye for my sake? He already hates me to the bone. After what you’ve done, won’t this completely sever the two of you? Xuanyin, give the kidney back to him. Let me die instead…”

“Don’t say such foolish things!” Qing Xuanyin pressed down on him in distress and comforted him softly. “He was willing to contribute it for your sake. My sister was even willing to give up her life for me—what is one kidney to him? As long as you’re all right, I can rest easy.”

Yet after leaving the estate, Qing Xuanyin looked at the bloodstains on her hands as the night wind swept past. For some reason, deep in her heart, she felt a trace of guilt—an emotion so rare for her.

She remembered the despair and icy coldness in Ye Xuan’s eyes as he lay in a pool of blood.

The next day, Qing Xuanyin brought several of the finest healing elixirs from the Qing family’s treasure vault to Ye Xuan’s residence.

Ye Xuan’s face was as pale as paper, and he leaned weakly against the headboard.

When he saw Qing Xuanyin enter, his gaze was so calm that it was as though he were looking at nothing more than a cloud of air.

“Ye Xuan, these are a Ten-Thousand-Year Purple Monkey Flower and a Bone-Regen Pill. They’ll greatly aid your recovery.”

Qing Xuanyin placed the pills on the table. Her tone softened as she tried to show some tenderness. “About last night… I had no choice. Yanchen’s condition was too critical. Don’t blame me.”

She walked to the bedside and reached out to touch Ye Xuan’s cheek. “Don’t worry. I feel only gratitude toward Yanchen. You’re the only one I love.”

“Once this period has passed and Yanchen’s injuries have stabilized, I’ll formally announce to the world that I will marry no one but you.”

However, Ye Xuan turned his head away, avoiding her hand.

“If you’re finished, take your things and get out.”

Ye Xuan slowly closed his eyes, his voice filled with utter desolation. “I no longer have any feelings for you. Let’s break off our engagement. Once I’ve recovered a little, I’ll leave the Qing family. From this day forward, you and I are done with each other.”

“In your dreams!”

The trace of guilt Qing Xuanyin had felt was instantly devoured by an inexplicable rage.

The man before her had once been willing to give his life for her, willing to humble himself down to the dust. Yet now he actually dared to look at her as though she were garbage—and even take the initiative to propose breaking off their engagement?

A powerful sense of loss and possessiveness surged through her.

“Ye Xuan, listen to me! I will never break off this engagement!” Qing Xuanyin suddenly bent over and gripped Ye Xuan’s chin tightly. With a vicious, cold laugh, she gritted her teeth and said, “In life, you belong to the Qing family; in death, you’ll be a ghost of the Qing family! You’re destined to be my husband! Want to leave? Not unless you die!”

With that, she flung her sleeve and stormed away, leaving behind only the deafening sound of the entrance door being slammed shut.