At the Beginning, The Villain Went for the Saintess, and the Protagonist Lost His Cool! - Chapter 48:

Chapter 48: A Complete Break, Harvesting Fortune!:

Lin Xiuran thought back to the night he had fainted, and his heart sank in horror. He couldn’t believe that Yue’er had fallen into the hands of the Holy Son that very night! 

That same day, Su Mo had repeatedly slapped him and humiliated him, even targeting his childhood sweetheart. The memory filled him with rage, causing blood to surge to his head. His face turned deathly pale, as if the sky itself was collapsing.

Leng Yue let out a bitter laugh. “You’ve never understood even a fraction of my sacrifices. Without me, would your Dao injuries have healed so quickly? Would you have been able to interact so smoothly with the Xue family, or spend your time romancing Xue Zhi’er?”

Lin Xiuran’s expression twisted in fury. His entire body trembled, but he found himself unable to refute her words. 

It was true. 

Without Leng Yue begging for the Blood Lotus Pills, he wouldn’t have been able to form ties with the Xue family. Without those pills, his Dao injuries would have been discovered, ruining all his efforts.

Overwhelmed by anger and humiliation, Lin Xiuran’s thoughts spiraled out of control. Furious and resentful, he shouted, “Jiang Lengyue! Wrong is wrong! Your disgraceful behavior can’t be wiped away with a few empty words. You claim it was all for me, yet you conspired with the Holy Son? Is that your idea of helping me?

“I, Lin Xiuran, would rather abandon my path, would rather die, than have you help me in such a despicable way! By your logic, I could justify any betrayal by claiming it was for your sake? Such absurd reasoning! Shameless! Vile woman! Harlot!”

Lin Xiuran roared, unleashing a torrent of insults, his voice filled with venom and rage, showing no intention of stopping.

Leng Yue’s face turned pale as Lin Xiuran’s vile words cut deeper and deeper. But as his relentless insults grew harsher, her expression gradually turned icy.

At that moment, her mind flashed with the image of a handsome face and the memories of tender moments they had shared. The person occupying her thoughts now was none other than Su Mo, the Holy Son.

The stark contrast between Su Mo’s grace and Lin Xiuran’s current behavior was like heaven and earth. The internal conflict that had plagued her, torn between Su Mo and Lin Xiuran, suddenly vanished. Her decision was made.

Leng Yue could no longer endure Lin Xiuran’s tirade. She turned sharply and strode toward the door. For a moment, Lin Xiuran thought he saw her as she had been when they first met—noble and aloof, like a snow lotus blooming on a mountaintop.

Standing at the threshold, Leng Yue declared coldly, “Lin Xiuran, since things have come to this, let’s sever all ties. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other. You can remain the proud prodigy and Brother Lin to Xue Zhi’er, while I, this so-called vile woman, will be with the Holy Son. I want nothing more to do with you!”

With those words, she left, her steps resolute and without a trace of hesitation.

“Yue’er…” Lin Xiuran’s insults ceased, and he snapped back to reality, his expression a mix of anger, regret, and complexity. He wanted to call her back, but the memory of her betrayal sealed his lips.

Now, only boundless hatred filled his heart. If not for the Holy Son’s interference, Yue’er wouldn’t have become what she was now. He wouldn’t have lost her.

After this confrontation, there was no chance of reconciliation between him and Leng Yue…

Meanwhile, Leng Yue, having walked out of the room and severed this final bond, felt neither sadness nor pain. Instead, she felt a strange sense of relief. Her heart seemed lighter, freed from the burden that had weighed her down.

Perhaps it was because she no longer needed to care about Lin Xiuran and Xue Zhi’er. Perhaps it was because she no longer had to worry about obtaining Blood Lotus Pills. Or maybe it was because she could finally be with the Holy Son openly and without hesitation. Perhaps it was all of these.

Inside the room, Lin Xiuran watched as Leng Yue walked away without looking back, not sparing him a second glance. The frustration and indignation in his heart erupted uncontrollably.

“Su Mo! I will tear you limb from limb and cut off your head! The humiliation of losing my woman—I will repay it a hundredfold! I will make you beg for death but find no escape!”

Lin Xiuran roared with fury, his hair disheveled, his face twisted with rage.

The elder in his ring sighed deeply but said nothing, allowing Lin Xiuran to vent his anger.

…

After leaving Lin Xiuran’s residence, Leng Yue went straight to Taixu Peak.

Su Mo, having anticipated the outcome between Leng Yue and Lin Xiuran, had been leisurely waiting for her. When she arrived, her face still bore tear stains, making her look pitiful and delicate.

Without saying a word, she threw herself into Su Mo’s arms.

“What’s wrong? It’s okay. Whatever upset you will pass. I’m here now, and as long as I’m by your side, no one will hurt you,” Su Mo said gently, holding her tightly and comforting her.

“Mm.” Leng Yue nodded softly. She stood on tiptoe and tilted her head up. Her exquisite and beautiful face glowed with a charm that stirred the heart.

Her delicate lips sought his, and the two shared a deep, lingering kiss.

Far away, Lin Xiuran suddenly shuddered. An overwhelming sense of loss filled him, as though he had been stripped of something incredibly precious.

“Again… this feeling. What is happening? Everything seemed to be getting better, and now it’s worse than ever…” he murmured, staring blankly at the wreckage in his room.

Unbeknownst to him, a significant portion of the golden fortune surrounding him had broken away and drifted toward Su Mo.

The golden aura traveled swiftly and gathered above Su Mo’s head.

“Oh? Aside from winning over Leng Yue completely, there’s an unexpected bonus!” Su Mo’s heart leapt with joy, and a smile spread across his face. He accepted the immense golden aura without hesitation.

In an instant, a radiant golden light, visible only to Su Mo, enveloped him.

As the golden aura merged with him, Su Mo felt an even deeper connection to the Heavenly Dao.

Smiling faintly, Su Mo thought, “It seems Leng Yue, as Lin Xiuran’s fated woman, held a significant influence over his destiny. Now that she’s completely broken ties with him, a substantial amount of his fortune has transferred to me. At this rate, I’ll soon be able to harvest all of it!”

After a rough calculation, Su Mo estimated that the golden aura he had just absorbed accounted for half of Lin Xiuran’s fortune.

Now, only the other half remained, and soon, he would strip Lin Xiuran of every last shred of his golden fortune.