I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain - Chapter 387: A Blow to the Soul

When she heard Yun Churan speak, Bian Suwen turned to her with a hint of surprise in her eyes. “You’re his fiancée?” she asked, her tone laced with a subtle shade of pity.

“Yes. I am. Is there a problem with that?” Yun Churan found her expression odd and couldn’t help but question it.

Bian Suwen let out a quiet sigh.

“Divine Doctor, just tell me my condition directly,” Yuntian interrupted in a panic, voice tense.

Yun Churan’s heart grew uneasy. She composed herself and faced Bian Suwen solemnly. “I’m his fiancée. I have a right to know. Please, tell me.”

“Divine Doctor, don’t—” Yuntian tried to stop her, but Bian Suwen ignored him.

Her gaze locked with Yun Churan’s as she spoke in a soft, sympathetic voice. “Your fiancé has a hidden ailment. Were you aware of this?”

“A hidden ailment? What kind of ailment?” Yun Churan’s mind had already begun to imagine the worst, but she needed to hear it spoken aloud.

“He will be unable to consummate the marriage,” Bian Suwen said gently. Though she phrased it tactfully, the meaning was crystal clear.

All eyes in the room turned toward Yuntian. Yun Churan’s expression froze, her gaze shifting to the man beside her. Yuntian’s face twisted in agony. Shame burned through him, and he couldn’t even meet her eyes.

【Ding. Host manipulation successful. Target: Yuntian. Mental state destabilized. Gained 1200 Villain Points. Yuntian’s Protagonist Halo -60. Host’s Villain Halo +60!】

“My son was perfectly healthy. How could he have a hidden ailment?” Yan Feipeng looked stunned, his voice filled with disbelief.

“There are two kinds of hidden ailments—congenital and acquired. Based on his pulse, I can say with certainty that your son was originally robust and full of vitality. So this was not something he was born with. It must have been developed after the fact,” Bian Suwen explained.

“Then what caused it?” Yuntian asked anxiously. Now that the matter was out in the open, he saw no point in hiding anything. In fact, he had always wondered about it himself.

He had never been involved with women before, but he had always known his body well. It wasn’t until recently, and very suddenly, that things stopped working. Something must have triggered it.

“Did you cultivate any unusual techniques recently?” Bian Suwen already knew what to say, having coordinated with Wang Haoran in advance. Seeing Yuntian’s confusion, she smoothly led the conversation.

Yuntian hesitated. Something in him resisted admitting it aloud.

“Say it,” Yun Churan urged, voice tight. “The Divine Doctor can’t treat you properly unless she knows everything. This concerns both of us.”

Even if she didn’t love Yuntian, she was still a woman. A woman who wanted children. A future without that… she couldn’t imagine it.

“I’ve been cultivating a technique called the Limitless Freedom Technique,” Yuntian finally said, his voice low but clear.

There was still hope in his heart, a desperate one.

“What utter nonsense! So it was you who stole that technique!” Feng Xuansu snapped, her face twisting with disgust.

That cultivation method was a forbidden relic from her former sect, sealed away precisely because of its vile nature. Yet it had mysteriously gone missing. She never knew who took it until now, that is.

Yun Xuan and Yu Ning exchanged glances, their expressions shifting subtly. They knew Yuntian practiced that method, but they did not realize that it stolen from Feng Xuansu.

“What’s so special about that technique? Why is it so disgraceful?” Yun Churan couldn’t hold back her curiosity and turned to Feng Xuansu for answers.

Feng Xuansu had skimmed it once before but felt too embarrassed to speak of it openly.

“Go on, I want to know,” Wang Haoran said with mock innocence, playing the curious child.

Seeing her husband urging her, Feng Xuansu reluctantly explained the true nature of the technique.

As Yun Churan listened, her face turned scarlet. The revulsion in her eyes when she looked at Yuntian deepened until it became impossible to conceal.

Relying on something so depraved to raise one’s cultivation—such methods were no different from those used by cultists and demonic sects.

Worse yet, this technique demanded new women constantly in order to continue progressing.

She once believed Yuntian would be a decent partner, at least in terms of status and ability. But now, everything had changed. Her perception of him shattered, and her heart instinctively recoiled from the thought of marriage.

“This technique is clearly heretical. Its drawbacks are enormous. I’m certain your ailment stems from cultivating it,” Bian Suwen concluded without hesitation.

Yuntian didn’t argue. In fact, he found her words believable. After all, the method’s initial steps focused heavily on… that aspect. It made sense that if something went wrong, it would break him from the inside.

And who would ever suspect that the widely revered Master of Yixian Valley, known across the hidden world for her skill and virtue, would lie during a consultation?

“Then is there any hope for recovery?” he asked, clinging to one last thread.

“Damage caused by that technique is irreversible. There’s no cure,” Bian Suwen replied bluntly.

With that single sentence, she stamped him with a lifetime sentence of helplessness.

Yuntian froze, as if his soul had been torn apart in that moment.

【Ding. Host manipulation successful. Target: Yuntian. Psychological trauma inflicted. Gained 2000 Villain Points. Yuntian’s Protagonist Halo -100. Host’s Villain Halo +100!】

Off to the side, Yun Churan’s complexion turned as pale as a sheet. She began quietly weighing her options, her thoughts already drifting toward how to break off the engagement.

A marriage of convenience was one thing. But to marry a man who would rob her of the chance to become a mother? That, she would never accept.

Yan Feipeng’s expression darkened as well. He had only one son, and among the younger generation of the Yan Family, Yuntian was the only heir.

If Yuntian was crippled like this, wouldn’t the family line be cut off?

The thought alone made his chest feel tight. In his heart, bitterness swelled—and then his eyes slowly drifted to Feng Rao, as beautiful and untouchable as a celestial maiden.

He was just past forty, still in his prime. She was younger still, her allure unmatched.

A new thought quietly began to take shape in Yan Feipeng’s mind.

After the consultation, Bian Suwen prepared to leave. Before she left, she reminded Yan Feipeng to send someone to Yixian Valley to fetch the necessary medicine.

He nodded quickly. Though Yuntian’s personal problem could not be cured, his injuries still needed to be addressed, and he had no intention of letting them linger.

The farce was over, and Wang Haoran felt no further interest in staying. With Feng Xuansu by his side, he quietly slipped away.

When they returned to the villa, Wang Haoran received a message from Bian Suwen requesting a private meeting.

He responded, confirming a location, and then stepped out without delay.

Feng Xuansu didn’t stop him or ask anything. With Yuntian lying half-dead in a hospital bed and unable to even lift a finger, there was nothing to worry about.

She let him go in peace.