Chapter 1964 - 1965: I Really Couldn’t Hold Back

Chapter 1964: Chapter 1965: I Really Couldn’t Hold Back

"I..."

Under the scrutinizing gaze of everyone, Xiahou Zhenkong recalled the bet he made yesterday with Ye Xuan and Xiahou Zhenshan. Instantly, he felt utterly humiliated, his face turning a dark purple.

Three slaps, two words!

What kind of humiliation was this?

Xiahou Zhenkong regretted it deeply. If he had known, he should have refused Ye Xuan’s request to let all the Xiahou Family’s disciples come and watch. With fewer people, he might have been able to weasel out of it...

But the problem was... he agreed!

Not only did he agree, at one point, he even thought Ye Xuan was digging his own grave!

It was only at this moment he realized, from the very beginning, Ye Xuan was setting a trap for him, and he, thinking himself clever, kept stepping right into Ye Xuan’s carefully laid pitfall!

This one, deserves execution!

Alas.

Even though Xiahou Zhenkong harbored overwhelming resentment towards Ye Xuan, he could only suppress it in his heart. The piercing, questioning stares left him with no way out.

"I... am willing to accept my loss..."

Xiahou Zhenkong, with a face turning green with frustration, uttered weakly, yet without hesitation, he raised his hand and delivered three slaps to his own face.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Crisp and decisive, each slap was full of force, leaving several alarming red handprints on his lean face.

The onlookers were stunned, not expecting the usually crafty Great Elder to be so forthright today.

At the same time, many felt secretly pleased...

Ye Xuan also laughed heartily, "Good, as expected of Xiahou Family’s number two, how straightforward! So... is it my turn now?"

Xiahou Zhenkong glared at Ye Xuan and said, "Stop talking nonsense, if you’re going to write on my face, just do it!"

In such an embarrassing situation, Xiahou Zhenkong only wanted to quickly end this nightmarish humiliation and leave the place as soon as possible.

And Ye Xuan didn’t drag it out. Picking up the ink and brush he had prepared yesterday, he walked over to Xiahou Zhenkong.

Grinding ink as he went.

When Ye Xuan reached Xiahou Zhenkong, just in time, the ink was perfectly ground.

As everyone watched, the atmosphere suddenly grew quiet.

Xiahou Zhenkong’s brow was tightly furrowed, his eyes filled with rage stared at Ye Xuan. His face alternated between green and red, as if he could eat Ye Xuan alive.

Yet Ye Xuan remained unfazed, sizing Xiahou Zhenkong up and down before suddenly shouting, "Candie brother, come over and give me a hand!"

Everyone was taken aback.

Candie brother?

Who was Candie?

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Yudie frowned, her delicate face flushed red. After a moment of hesitation, she walked over to Ye Xuan reluctantly and said with annoyance written all over her face, "What is it?"

Everyone was shocked.

This young fellow from the Mortal World named Ye Xuan was audacious beyond belief! Addressing their family’s lady... as Candie brother?!

What was even more unbelievable was that Xiahou Yudie didn’t seem to mind!

Good heavens, what had their lady gone through? Facing such provocation, with her personality, shouldn’t she have drawn her sword and dealt with it long ago?

Ye Xuan looked unwaveringly at Xiahou Zhenkong and said, "It’s actually not a difficult task. I just wanted to ask if you have a mirror or something with you. I need it."

Xiahou Zhenkong frowned. What was this brat up to?

Xiahou Yudie sneered, "Do I look like someone who carries a mirror around all day just to admire myself?"

Ye Xuan was taken aback.

"I have a mirror!"

Suddenly, a young woman with a delicate appearance ran out from the crowd of Xiahou Family disciples. She approached Ye Xuan and said, "Divine Doctor Ye Xuan, I brought a mirror!"

As she spoke, the young woman took out a folding mirror, about the size of a palm.

"Ah, thank you."

Ye Xuan nodded, then looked at Xiahou Yudie and said, "Then you just need to take this mirror and place it in front of number two. The rest is unimportant, as long as he can always see the changes on his face."

Everyone: "..."

What did this mean?

Ye Xuan not only wanted to write on the Great Elder’s face, but he also wanted the Great Elder to constantly watch as he wrote?

This was clearly an act of outright humiliation!!

Xiahou Zhenkong clenched his teeth, glaring coolly at Ye Xuan, "Ye Xuan, don’t be excessive; this wasn’t part of the bet!"

"Indeed, it wasn’t part of the bet, but whether Candie holds a mirror is her freedom, and where she puts it is her prerogative. Can you control it?" Ye Xuan said.

"You..." Xiahou Zhenkong’s face twisted with anger, "You’re being unreasonable!"

"What do you mean unreasonable? If you don’t want to watch me write on your face, you can close your eyes." Ye Xuan sneered, "Even if we take ten thousand steps back, I saved your family’s ancestor, yet you opposed me in every way. Such a grave offense, even if I intentionally humiliate you, can you really find fault?"

"I..."

Once again speechless, Xiahou Zhenkong felt utterly miserable.

Ye Xuan put it this way; even if he were ordered to die, he’d have to comply, or he’d be showing disrespect to the ancestor and even harboring disloyalty!

The ancestor’s slumber and coma could be overlooked, but now, having regained much of his power, if Xiahou Zhenkong didn’t comply with Ye Xuan and show respect, he might end up bedridden for ten or eight years at worst!

"I endure, I endure!"

Internally, Xiahou Zhenkong roared with resentment, forcing a strained smile on his face, "You’re right, so... I have no objections, proceed."

"Then let’s begin." Ye Xuan glanced at Xiahou Yudie, "Candie brother, do it."

Xiahou Yudie shot Ye Xuan a sharp look, pursed her lips, then took the mirror handed by the young woman, adjusted the angle, and placed it in front of Xiahou Zhenkong.

Ye Xuan then picked up the ink-dipped brush and began writing on Xiahou Zhenkong’s face.

Xiahou Zhenkong clenched his teeth, fists tightly clenched, not daring to move, enduring the humiliation as Ye Xuan ran rampant on his face.

He was truly pained by the situation, not wanting to see himself in such a disgraceful state. However, something inside compelled him to glance toward the mirror involuntarily.

Thus, Xiahou Zhenkong almost watched firsthand as two characters slowly emerged on his cheeks.

Villain.

Villain!

Striking and glaringly obvious, yet incredibly real, as if it stripped away all his pretenses, exposing the truest self underneath.

Ugly, treacherous, self-serving!

Xiahou Zhenkong closed his eyes in agonizing pain.

The Xiahou family disciples, gazing at the new words on his face, fell into silence, exchanging looks. The silence spoke louder than words.

The quietest moment.

Poof!

An inopportune chuckle suddenly resounded.

Xiahou Zhenkong snapped his eyes open, glaring angrily, "Ye Xuan, don’t push me too far!"

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, but I really couldn’t help it!"

Ye Xuan barely suppressed his laughter, "Don’t you think that the overnight slap is even more satisfying than an immediate one?"