After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

This stunningly beautiful fairy is about to perish. If such a beauty could be my Daoist companion, I would do anything for her, even ride on my shoulders all day long, I wouldn't complain.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding Xuanming Guards all showed expressions of agreement and regret.

Yu Chan'er was indeed extremely beautiful. Her purity was tinged with a touch of delicacy, and her delicacy was tinged with a pitiful vulnerability. Especially now, her desperate and helpless appearance aroused the protective instincts of those present—as well as their most sordid thoughts.

A bold, burly man licked his lips, moved closer to the commander, and grinned lewdly.

"Commander, we brothers have risked our lives for you, and it's rare to encounter such a gem. Anyway, the sect leader ordered us to kill him, so before that... letting the brothers vent their frustrations first isn't disobeying orders, is it? You are of noble status, you should be the first to enjoy him!"

Upon hearing this, the commander's heart skipped a beat.

He knew better than anyone the methods of Sect Master Li Tianjue. The consequences of disobeying orders were extremely dire.

But to kill this easy prey now would be a terrible waste. Enjoying it briefly, without jeopardizing the conversation later, shouldn't be a problem, right?

His eyes struggled for a moment, but were ultimately overwhelmed by desire. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and chuckled:

"Alright! You're a smart kid! After I'm done, it'll be your turn! Hehehe..."

"Thank you, Commander!"

The Xuanming Guards immediately became excited, rubbing their hands together and staring intently at Yu Chan'er like hungry wolves.

With her dantian sealed, Yu Chan'er was no different from an ordinary person at this moment.

Hearing those foul words and feeling those undisguised greedy gazes, her delicate body trembled, and her face was filled with despair.

"Young Master... I'm sorry... It's all my fault... I've dragged you down..."

"Jia Ning's entire life, body and soul, belong to you alone, and she would rather die than allow anyone else to defile her!"

She bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled, trying to muster her last bit of strength to sever her heart meridian, but found that she couldn't even do that.

The commander had already approached with a lewd grin, his rough hands reaching for her clothes:

"Little fairy, don't be afraid, I'll be very gentle... When your young master Lin is caught, I'll let him see your despicable appearance, hahaha!"

"Scream! Scream all you want! Your Young Master Lin is in dire straits; he's already been easily captured by our Madam Ru Shuang!"

The other Xuanming Guards also joined in the commotion, spewing vulgarities and insults.

Yu Chan'er was heartbroken. Her last glimmer of hope was shattered, and tears finally streamed down her face.

"I'm sorry... young master... it's all Jia Ning's fault..."

Just as the commander's hand was about to touch her clothes—

"You...you're asking for it!"

A female voice, icy cold yet strangely soft, suddenly rang in everyone's ears, like the coldest ice in the netherworld!

Immediately afterwards, everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

A stunningly beautiful figure appeared out of thin air in front of Yu Chan'er.

The person who arrived was Wen Rushuang.

Her gaze was icy, and her captivating eyes were now surging with boundless rage.

The scene before her eyes—the woman's desperate gaze and the man's ugly face—was like a poisoned needle, piercing the scar in her heart that she least wanted to touch.

It instantly reminded her of herself a long, long time ago, when she was just as helpless and surrounded by malice.

"What a bunch of... maggots."

Wen Rushuang parted her red lips slightly and uttered two cold words.

Without giving the Xuanming Guard commander any chance to react, her slender finger simply pointed at him and lightly touched the air.

"Well……!"

The lewd smile on the commander's face froze instantly, his eyes bulging as if an invisible force had gripped his throat.

The next moment, his body, like a burning paper doll, emitted eerie, ghostly blue flames from within. Flesh and bones silently melted in the flames, but a blurry, twisted, and agonizing phantom of a soul was forcibly extracted, repeatedly burned and torn apart in the flames!

Extracting and refining the soul!

It doesn't stop there.

Wen Rushuang's gaze swept over the other stunned Xuanming Guards, her eyes showing no pity whatsoever.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the strange array she had set up in the valley was instantly activated!

"what!"

"Spare me! Madam Rushuang, spare me!"

Countless incredibly sharp, transparent threads emerged from the void, seemingly possessing life, and instantly pierced through the bodies of all the remaining Xuanming Guards.

Before they could even let out a full scream, their bodies froze in a bizarre way.

Eyes widened in disbelief, their pupils still reflecting fear and confusion.

Those transparent threads wandered and twisted within their bodies, severing their meridians, penetrating their dantian, and extinguishing their life force inch by inch.

Even more terrifying, their souls were also entangled by the threads, unable to escape, and could only wail silently within their bodies.

Wen Rushuang stood still, her clothes fluttering lightly, her face cold and aloof.

She looked at the frozen Xuanming Guards as if they were a pile of dirty garbage.

"Anyone who touches someone I'm protecting should expect this outcome."

She spoke softly, her fingertips slightly clenching.

"puff--"

Dozens of soft sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The frozen Xuanming Guards, their bodies like skinned husks with bones removed, slumped down and turned to ashes in the ghostly blue flames, leaving not a trace.

Wen Rushuang gently raised her hand, and the dark blue array pattern in her sleeve silently unfolded, like a blooming lotus from the Netherworld, or a giant mouth that opened silently.

Wherever the array patterns spread, space itself distorted slightly, emitting a sickening buzzing sound.

The people behind Ye didn't even have a chance to react. Their faces were still frozen in terror as their bodies shattered like broken porcelain.

Cracks spread simultaneously from their foreheads, chests, and limbs, as fine as a spider web, yet deep enough to see into their bones.

A ghostly blue flame shone through the cracks; it was no ordinary fire, but the Netherworld Flame that directly scorched the soul.

Their flesh and blood dried, disintegrated, and peeled away rapidly in the firelight, turning from intact bodies into shattered pieces, and then into pools of viscous blood—all in just a few breaths.

As for their souls, they were not spared either.

The ghostly blue flames, as if alive, swept up the several soul shadows that had just left their bodies, still filled with confusion and fear.

The soul struggled, twisted, and howled silently in the flames, enduring endless burning and torment, until it finally turned into wisps of smoke and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

The whole process was incredibly fast and shockingly cruel.

Just moments ago, the valley was filled with oppressive clouds and chilling winds; in the blink of an eye, it had become a bloody hell.

The air was thick with the smell of rust and burning, and all that remained on the ground were puddles of dark red water; not a single intact bone could be found.