At the Beginning, The Villain Went for the Saintess, and the Protagonist Lost His Cool! - Chapter 47:
Chapter 47: Su Mo, I Swear I’ll Kill You!:
“Shameless! Vile woman! I treated you so well, with such sincerity! For so many years, I, Lin Xiuran, was utterly blind! How foolish I’ve been. You despicable pair—you’ll die by my hand someday!”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
“Crash! Crash! Crash!”
Lin Xiuran had been forcibly brought back to his residence by his master. Enraged, he smashed everything in the room, his fists pounding the floor as furious roars erupted from his throat.
“Su Mo! I, Lin Xiuran, swear I will kill you!”
He tilted his head back and bellowed at the heavens, his bloodshot eyes blazing with anger.
The elder in his ring remained silent.
Despite his age and wisdom, even he didn’t know how to comfort Lin Xiuran in a situation like this. After all, Leng Yue possessed the rare Heavenly Charm Physique. If Lin Xiuran could have dual-cultivated with her, it would have been an extraordinary opportunity for him. But now, someone else had already taken advantage of it.
The elder had warned Lin Xiuran before—Leng Yue was the one who truly mattered. The connections with the Xue family were secondary compared to the potential of the Heavenly Charm Physique. Yet, fate had a way of making fears come true. His disciple had ignored the critical opportunity and chased after trivial distractions.
Lin Xiuran raged into the late hours of the night, hoping against hope that Yue’er might still return. But he waited all night, and she never came back. By now, anyone could guess what must have happened between the Holy Son and Leng Yue that night.
If not for his master restraining him with barriers and forbidding him from stepping outside, Lin Xiuran would have stormed Taixu Peak, even if it meant risking his life, to create havoc.
“Shameless woman…” Lin Xiuran muttered weakly as he slumped onto the edge of his bed, his voice barely audible.
…
The next morning, the sun had already risen.
Lin Xiuran hadn’t slept a wink. His eyes were bloodshot, his lips dry, and his usually well-kept hair was now disheveled and messy.
“Creak…”
Just then, Leng Yue pushed open the door and stepped in. Her face still carried a faint blush that hadn’t completely faded, and she held a Blood Lotus Pill in her hand.
She noticed Lin Xiuran sitting on the edge of the bed, looking despondent and cold.
Sensing the strange atmosphere, she forced a smile and asked, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
Lin Xiuran slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with disdain and an icy sharpness. “You’ve been staying out a lot recently. Where have you been?” he asked coldly.
Hearing this, Leng Yue’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. So, he’d only just noticed? All this time, he hadn’t cared enough to pay attention, and now he thought he had the right to question her?
With a detached tone, she replied, “I’ve been doing Holy Land missions, earning resources to buy Blood Lotus Pills for you.”
“Hahaha…” Lin Xiuran suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, his expression twisting into one of fury.
“Doing missions for the Holy Land? Earning resources for Blood Lotus Pills? Jiang Lengyue, why don’t you just say it outright? Were your ‘missions’ a means to trade your body for those resources? You shameless woman!”
Leng Yue’s expression changed instantly. Lin Xiuran’s words made it clear—he already knew everything. He had discovered her affair with the Holy Son of Taixu.
Tears welled up in Leng Yue’s eyes, a mix of shame and guilt exploding within her. Struggling with her emotions, she explained, “Don’t you realize how much Blood Lotus Pills cost? Even if I worked myself to death on Holy Land missions, the contribution points I’d earn would only afford a few pills. To heal the Dao injuries on your body, only the Holy Son had enough pills! I did this for…”
“Enough! Shameless woman! I have no interest in hearing what you did with that Holy Son!” Lin Xiuran shouted, cutting her off ruthlessly. His bloodshot eyes glared at her, filled with pain and anger.
“To think I, Lin Xiuran, misjudged you. If I’d known what kind of woman you were, I’d never have fallen for someone like you!” he roared, his voice trembling with rage.
Leng Yue’s face turned pale as Lin Xiuran’s furious insults continued. She, who had always been proud and aloof, had never endured such vile accusations.
Yet she suppressed her feelings of grievance and tried to explain, “I only did this so your Dao injuries could heal completely. Once you’re well, I’ll cut all ties with him. Everything I’ve done was for you.”
“For me? You betrayed me under the guise of helping me?” Lin Xiuran roared hysterically, his laughter tinged with madness.
“Cut ties? You fell into the Holy Son’s arms yesterday, kissing him passionately. Was that your idea of cutting ties? You seemed to enjoy yourself quite a lot! Do you think you can just cut ties after that? Is that even possible? Shameless woman!”
Leng Yue’s face grew even paler. She suddenly recalled how, the previous night, Su Mo had glanced toward a certain direction at a critical moment. His unusual behavior now made sense—Lin Xiuran had been watching everything from the shadows.
So, everything—her embrace, her kiss with Su Mo—had been witnessed by him.
“Why aren’t you speaking, shameless woman? Have you run out of excuses? If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed you could stoop so low. Your actions last night were no different from that of a harlot!” Lin Xiuran’s voice dripped with venom as he unleashed his anger.
“Xue Zhi’er?” Leng Yue’s face turned icy cold at the mention of Xue Zhi’er’s name.
After a long silence, her expression shifted to one of detachment. A bitter smile spread across her face as she said, “You’re right, Lin Xiuran. I betrayed you. But are you any better? You act as if your hands are clean.”
Her tone sharpened as she continued, “In the past, I was favored by the Holy Son and personally appointed as the Holy Maiden. If it weren’t for you, would I have abandoned that position? I toiled endlessly on Holy Land missions, sacrificing every contribution point I earned, while you spent your time wandering the mountains and enjoying yourself with Xue Zhi’er.
“When your Dao injuries flared up and you desperately needed Blood Lotus Pills, who else but me sold my dignity to ensure you could recover? And yet, you dare accuse me of betrayal. The promise of being together forever that you made to me—was it fulfilled when you grew closer to Xue Zhi’er?
“Yes, I wronged you. I betrayed you. But, Lin Xiuran, have you ever been loyal to me?”
Lin Xiuran’s voice faltered, his anger momentarily silenced. He stood there, staring at Leng Yue with wide, bloodshot eyes, unable to respond.
But Leng Yue wasn’t finished. “Lin Xiuran, it wasn’t me who failed you—it’s you who failed me. You owe me far too much. Even your life right now is a gift from my nights with the Holy Son. If you didn’t have those Dao injuries, if you were stronger, would I have been forced into such a position?
“And tell me, what has Xue Zhi’er done for you? Accompanying you on leisurely outings? Drinking wine and chatting about the Dao? Do you really think I went out that night just to beg for Blood Lotus Pills?”
Her words struck Lin Xiuran like thunder, leaving him rooted in place, as if he’d been struck by lightning. His mind replayed recent events, connecting the pieces, and a wave of sorrow and anger surged through him.
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Tanu Singh
Truly great drama. This novel has depicted emotions quite well till now 😁