Chapter 1183 392: Gifting a Villa to Junior Sister, Su Yue's Scandal

"In theory, my sword can break through any defense, whether it's Qi Blood defense, shields, or even peak-level defense.

"Unfortunately, forty pounds of fat is only enough for a single thrust. After losing so much fat all at once, I'll enter a period of weakness," Mu Cheng whispered, explaining to Su Yue.

It was true. Mu Cheng believed her sword could break through even a peak expert's defense. Of course, whether she could actually get close enough to a peak expert, whether breaking their defense would kill them, and whether a peak expert's heart was truly their fatal weak point—none of these were things she could focus on right now. She only knew that her speculation was correct. Xueyang's evasive maneuvers couldn't dodge her sword.

"I believe you." Su Yue pinched Mu Cheng's nose.

Of course he believed her. Mu Cheng's sword directly pierced through the void. Compared to the void, what did Qi Blood and shields amount to? If Mu Cheng were to become an assassin, she would absolutely be her enemies' worst nightmare.

"Is Xueyang's injury serious?" Mu Jingliang walked over and asked.

By this time, Ban Rongchen had already helped Xueyang up and was using his own aura to heal him.

Mu Jingliang was truly terrified in hindsight. If his daughter's strike had gone off course, Xueyang would be a corpse right now. The resulting diplomatic incident would cause massive trouble for the Divine Land Government. They were already in a volatile period; though the government appeared glamorous on the surface, they were actually swamped with problems.

"He's fine, he won't die. After being so arrogant for so long, it's about time he paid a price." Ban Rongchen inspected the wound.

He had to admit, Mu Cheng's sword was incredibly precise. She had bypassed all of Xueyang's internal organs and struck him in the least fatal spot possible. It was also fortunate that Xueyang's disguise technique was highly advanced, capable of altering his internal organs as well. If it had been an ordinary disguise, that sword strike would have claimed his life. After all, the internal organs of the Yangxiang Race had a few subtle differences from those of the human race.

If Xueyang died, the curse inside Ban Rongchen's body would trigger, and he would die as well. Ban Rongchen had been scared out of his wits.

"Good, as long as he doesn't die. Make sure to keep this Prince of Mandie Country on a tighter leash from now on.

"Although the Divine Land doesn't want to provoke any international disputes, both Xueyang and Mu Cheng are Fifth-Grade Martial Artists, and this was a fair challenge. Even if Xueyang had died, the Divine Land would still be in the right," Mu Jingliang warned. This Xueyang really needed to keep a low profile.

"Yes, I understand. I'll take Xueyang to the hospital first!" Ban Rongchen nodded at the crowd, then hurriedly hoisted Xueyang onto his shoulder and left Nanwu.

In the wilderness of the suburbs.

Ban Rongchen tossed Xueyang into the mud, his face full of contempt.

"Are you satisfied now, Lord Yingjie Saint Son?

"Didn't you inherit the Celestial Saint's legacy? Why is it that so many Fifth-Grade Martial Artists in the Divine Land can destroy you?

"Do you still dare to act arrogant in the Divine Land?" Ban Rongchen kicked Xueyang's head. The guy's physical body had been pierced through; he would need some time to recover.

"Why did you throw me in the mud?" Xueyang crawled up from the sludge, angrily questioning Ban Rongchen. This was straight-up bullying! He was the Yingjie Saint Son, and Ban Rongchen was the Guardian. Ban Rongchen was a servant. A servant!

"Your home is in the Wet Realm. This mud carries the scent of your homeland. I let you savor the taste of home, and you dare to blame me?" Ban Rongchen gripped the top of Xueyang's head and shoved it back into the mud.

SPLASH.

"Ptooey... gag..." Xueyang sputtered.

"Ban Rongchen, don't push it! The mud in my Wet Realm is just mud, but this is a sewer outlet!" Xueyang was so furious he was almost in tears. He felt incredibly wronged. His life was too difficult. He was the Yingjie Saint Son, the future Crown Prince of the Yangxiang Race and the entire world. Why was he being subjected to such grievances?

What had he just spit out?

A used...

Condom?

Disgusting.

"Just looking at the virtues of a Yingjie Saint Son like you, I have a feeling Bihui Cave's plan is bound to fail." Ban Rongchen sighed.

He still needed to figure out a way to break free from this damn curse. He couldn't even report the truth to Marshal Yuan Longhan. Every time he tried to mention the Thousand-Year World-Viewing Coffin, he would start spouting gibberish like an idiot. If this secret leaked out, he would definitely be hunted down by the experts of the Divine Land. There would be absolutely no way to explain himself.

"Ban Rongchen, if you bully me again, I'll expose the fact that you're a Guardian! I'll make it so you can't survive in the Divine Land either!

"If I die, you die too, but if you die, I won't!" Xueyang cried, wiping away snot and tears. He thoroughly hated Ban Rongchen now. He wanted to change Guardians. He wanted to change immediately.

BLUB BLUB BLUB.

Ban Rongchen brought his foot down, stomping Xueyang's head back into the stinking mud.

"I hate being threatened more than anything in this life, and besides, you don't even have the chance," Ban Rongchen said, removing his foot with a look of disdain.

Couldn't he just follow him around all the time? Moreover, this idiot was equally incapable of leaking any information about the Thousand-Year World-Viewing Coffin. If Xueyang merely accused him of being a human traitor, there wouldn't be any proof. If Xueyang dared to use himself as proof, he would literally be courting death.

Xueyang struggled out of the mud pit and lay spread-eagle on the ground, completely devoid of the will to live.

He began to reflect on his destiny and his life. He remembered his unfulfilled ambitions under the sunset that day—the dawn of his fate. But why did it have to be like this? His life was so difficult. He really couldn't hold on anymore.

Why wasn't his Guardian cooperative at all? Originally, Bihui Cave's idea had been to use the Yingjie Saint Son's life to keep the Guardian in check. They were supposed to restrict each other, ensuring the Guardian would absolutely never dare to bully the Yingjie Saint Son like this.

Unfortunately, Bihui Cave had miscalculated one thing. They hadn't anticipated that the temperament of an Outer Realm Demon would be entirely different from that of the Yangxiang Race.