At this moment, Lin Feng was consumed by a towering rage. And for good reason: his beloved, long-adored senior sister had fallen into perilous danger, on the verge of being violated by a dissolute, base, and utterly shameless scoundrel.
He was an orphan, who had never known the warmth of a father or the affection of a mother since he was a child.
Ever since he could remember, the villagers looked down on him, and the local children constantly bullied him. As he grew a little older and ventured out to make a living, city folk frequently humiliated him, mocking him as a bumpkin and a lowlife.
He was stubborn and refused to submit, yet he lacked the tongue for sweet talk and didn't know how to play the flatterer. He simply felt that the entire world was brimming with malice toward him.
He secretly vowed that one day, he would trample everyone who had ever humiliated him beneath his feet.
Fortunately, the heavens favored him.
While out gathering herbs, he accidentally plunged off a cliff. Yet, misfortune turned into a blessing when he encountered a miraculous stroke of fortune at the bottom, picking up a mystical stone tower. Relying on the secrets hidden within the tower, he awakened the celestial-grade Spiritual Root aptitude for cultivation.
From that moment on, his fortunes soared.
First, he drew spiritual energy into his body, becoming an exalted "immortal" in the eyes of mortals. Then, owing to his extraordinary innate talent, he was recruited into the Star River Sword Sect. On the very day he entered the sect, the sect master even made an exception and summoned him personally.
Scarcely three years after joining the sect, he successfully reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, breaking the sect's thousand-year record for the fastest breakthrough.
Yet, this was merely the beginning. One could foresee that as the Son of Destiny, his future path would be brilliantly bright.
He would defy the odds all the way, ruthlessly crushing powerhouses of every stripe, gathering a vast harem, and ultimately ascending to the immortal realm to attain the Dao of eternal longevity!
Originally, it should have been just like that. However...
"Han Mo, you aristocratic scoundrel, how dare you? How dare you lay a hand on my beloved senior sister?"
As if naturally carrying a taunt aura, ever since Lin Feng rose to prominence, there were always blind or brainless people who loved to provoke him, only to be repeatedly slapped in the face by him, brutally beaten to a pulp, and ultimately having their cultivation crippled or being executed on the spot.
Originally, he had grown accustomed to it. When encountering those who provoked him, not only did he feel no anger, but he even gradually grew to enjoy the sensation of face-slapping.
Yet this time, this scoundrel named Han Mo had ignited his fury after a long absence.
Because the other party had already touched his reverse scale.
This damned scoundrel actually dared to set his sights on the woman he had long since marked as his own!
"Han Mo, I want you dead! No, death is too good for you—I'm going to tear you limb from limb!"
Lin Feng let out a beast-like roar of vengeful fury from the depths of his heart. Anyone unaware would have thought it was a vendetta for the murder of his father!
Perhaps because his path had been completely smooth sailing ever since he obtained his miraculous encounter, Lin Feng had not experienced the kind of humiliation he knew in childhood, which was why his rage was growing all the more uncontrollable.
Of course, there was another reason: the barrier outside the door was unexpectedly sturdy, thwarting his repeated attempts to break through. While this made him increasingly anxious, it also vaguely stirred some ominous guesses in his mind.
No, this will not do!
Just as he was about to disregard exposing his trump cards and forcibly smash his way through the door, a familiar voice suddenly drifted out from inside the room.
"Ahem, is Junior Brother Lin outside?"
Ordinarily, with the barrier blocking the way, if someone deliberately lowered their voice, even a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator would be unable to hear what they were saying.
Yet the speaker had deliberately magnified their volume at this moment, allowing Lin Feng to immediately identify the owner of the voice as none other than his senior sister, Murong Ying.
"Senior Sister Murong?! Are you alright? Did that despicable scoundrel do anything to you?"
"W-What despicable scoundrel? There is no one else around me... Um... I just drank a bit too much wine earlier and accidentally fell asleep... Ah, what are you do— No, I... I'm fine~ Mmh!"
Faced with Lin Feng's deeply anxious inquiries, Murong Ying's voice sounded somewhat peculiar, as if she were desperately suppressing something, and she even let out a shrill gasp for some unknown reason at the end.
Hearing this, Lin Feng naturally felt extremely suspicious.
"Senior Sister, why does your voice sound so strange?"
"Ah~ Th... That's because I'm jogging!"
"Jogging?!"
"Yes, Junior Brother, don't come in just yet, let me tidy up..."
Although Lin Feng possessed the impulsive, hot-headed nature typical of any web novel protagonist, he was no fool.Hearing this, he was only slightly stunned for a moment before seeming to figure something out. His expression suddenly turned gloomy, and a low roar escaped from deep within his throat:
"Murong Ying!"
……
Meanwhile, separated by only a single door, Han Mo was clutching his forehead with a face full of agony.
It wasn't because he was undergoing any inhumane torture, nor was his plan hitting snags.
On the contrary, he was just working a little hard right now, while Murong Ying was thoroughly enjoying herself and the plan was proceeding smoothly.
The Junior Brother outside the door had reacted precisely as he had anticipated.
It was just that, as a devout purist of pure love, his conscience was pricking him, which was why he wore such a mask of agony.
After all, he had betrayed his own principles and done something only a NTR instigator would do.
Pure love was his hobby, but between his life and his hobby, he chose the former without the slightest hesitation.
"Mmm~ brat, I really didn't expect your technique for clearing meridians to be so good. Where did you learn that before?"
Inside the room, Murong Ying half-closed her captivating eyes, lounging lazily across the soft, sprawling bed as she let out a comfortable sigh.
Beside her, Han Mo knelt on the edge of the mattress, his sturdy hands roaming up and down her back to clear her meridians, commonly known as a massage.
Although Murong Ying's face was filled with utter enjoyment, she still felt a tinge of worry:
"Come to think of it, will doing this really work? If you provoke Junior Brother Lin outside like this, won't he fly into a rage and suddenly burst in?"
She truly hadn't expected that the stinky brat, who had previously looked so full of confidence and claimed he had a way to send the Junior Brother outside packing, would come up with such a bizarre idea.
That's right, a bizarre idea.
He had made her pretend she was drunk and had just woken up, and tell Junior Brother Lin outside that the good-for-nothing scion Han Mo had already left.
Ordinarily, there wouldn't have been anything wrong with this. If handled well, there was a good chance... well, maybe a twenty to thirty percent chance of fooling Lin Feng!
Yet he specifically insisted that she make her voice sound strange, preferably while panting.
Murong Ying simply didn't understand.
In the end, the brat had rambled on about a whole bunch of things she couldn't make head or tail of:
"What protagonist is a child of destiny, almighty in the eyes of readers. Yet for a protagonist to be cuckolded in a male-oriented web novel is an ultimate poison point. Any author without pretentious literary sickness or who has some emotional intelligence will avoid it like the plague. But conversely, this is also the weakness of all children of destiny.
Just imagine, if he knew you weren't coerced by me, that it was completely mutual, and that you, Murong Ying, even actively seduced me, it would become the ultimate poison point.
Because any satisfying-novel protagonist will absolutely never accept an unfaithful woman.
Therefore, in his extreme anger, he will only look down on you more and more, viewing you as a materialistic woman like Nalan Yanran or one of those green tea bitches, until he treats you with utter contempt and finally flicks his sleeves and leaves..."
Murong Ying didn't understand a single word, but that didn't stop her from enjoying the show as a spectator.
It actually sounded quite amusing.
Clinging to that thought, she followed Han Mo's instructions and conversed with "Junior Brother Lin" outside the door.
Only, perhaps because she lacked experience in this area, she had no idea how to converse with someone while panting.
As a result, Han Mo suggested giving her a massage to loosen up her meridians, which would help her act more naturally.
Murong Ying hesitated for a moment before finally agreeing.
For one thing, as someone of the Demonic Path, she was straightforward and unrestrained, so naturally she wouldn't care too much.
For another... she had already been seen all over and touched all over by this stinky brat anyway.
"I am eighty percent sure he will flick his sleeves and leave directly. Even if he really does barge in, it doesn't matter; I still have a backup plan. Mhm, after dragging it out for so long, they should be arriving soon."
"Who are they?"
"That's not important. Let's see how your Junior Brother Lin reacts first!"
After this exchange, Murong Ying felt a little more at ease and immediately offered a compliment:
"Brat, this Saintess didn't misjudge you. You really do have an affinity with my Yin-Yang Hehe Sect. I never expected someone so young to understand matters between men and women so well—you even know more than some of the seniors in my sect. Where did you learn all this?"
"《Black Beast》."
"What is that?"
"You can think of it as a heartwarming collection of stories."