Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

"ah??"

The disciples stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded and petrified.

Xu Pingsheng?

That old handyman from the back hill?

He put his arm around the Palace Master's slender waist.

Could this be the reason why Xu Fan was suddenly appointed as a personal disciple?

Xu Fan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his lips twitching uncontrollably.

Originally, we thought that our ancestor had retired to the back mountain to cultivate his mind and nature after failing to win over the Holy Maiden Wen Lingxi. But we never expected that this old thing's appetite would grow bigger and bigger, and he would directly set his sights on the Palace Master.

They actually got together?

Do not!

Given the virtue of our ancestors, how could it be just a simple embrace around the waist? Their hands were never idle, and might even have moved down along the slender waist...

"hiss--"

Xu Fan gasped, not daring to think any further, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Why didn't the Palace Master slap that old ancestor to death?

Meng Anran above was also slightly taken aback, her brows furrowing slightly.

She hadn't expected that what happened at Tingxue Pavilion yesterday would reach Ye Laixiang's ears so quickly.

But since things have come to this, there's no point in running away; the only option is to face it honestly.

Moreover, she is now completely different from before. Not only has her cultivation level increased to the fourth level of Quasi-Emperor, but she also possesses the top-tier Quasi-Emperor weapon, the Ice Soul Cold Dragon Spear, which Xu Pingsheng rewarded her with. She is capable of fighting against a late-stage Quasi-Emperor!

Moreover, she has already found the Pure Yang Holy Body, so she no longer needs to pretend or feign compliance with these people who all have ulterior motives.

Meng Anran raised her eyes, her gaze still calm and unwavering, and replied indifferently, "He didn't hug me!"

"He insisted on hugging you?"

Ye Laixiang's voice suddenly rose, sharp as a cat whose tail had been stepped on, filled with unbelievable absurdity, "He just lets you hug him because he insists?!"

Meng Anran's aura suddenly turned cold, a chill flashed in her eyes, and her voice was as cold as ice:

"I told you, he won't!"

Ye Laixiang was completely dumbfounded.

In the past, although Meng Anran was distant, she was still very polite and gentle to the vice palace masters.

They had been secretly competing with each other, each seeing themselves as Meng Anran's future husband, and working tirelessly for the development of the Guanghan Immortal Palace, all in an effort to win her favor.

But at this moment, Meng Anran's gaze towards him was devoid of any of her usual politeness, only chilling indifference remained.

It was as if I were looking at a complete stranger!

"Bitch!! You filthy bitch!"

"You slut!!"

"I've pursued you for over a thousand years, poured all my energy into helping you develop the Moon Palace, and in the end you won't even let me touch the hem of your clothes, while some old servant brazenly puts his arm around your waist in front of everyone? You filthy bitch!"

"One day I'll fuck you to death!!"

Ye Laixiang's chest heaved violently as he secretly glanced at Meng Anran's exquisite curves hidden beneath her dress, a ruthless and greedy glint in his eyes.

"Huh? This bitch seems bigger and prettier than before?"

He had some doubts.

and many more!

He suddenly looked up and stared at Meng Anran's eyes, only to realize that her usually cold and aloof eyes had now been subtly tinged with an indescribable charm.

It was a gentle grace that came with experience, tinged with the soft charm of a young woman...

Intertwined with her aloof temperament, it creates a special, fatal attraction.

This discovery struck Ye Laixiang like a bolt from the blue!

He staggered back a step, his finger trembling as he pointed at Meng Anran, his voice stammering, filled with despair and disbelief: "You... your virginity... you gave to that old handyman?"

"presumptuous!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yunyao, the second disciple standing to the side, instantly flew into a rage.

While Xu Pingsheng's previous act of embracing his master was utterly absurd and perhaps had some hidden reasons, Ye Laixiang's words at this moment are blatant slander and a defamation of his master's innocence!

Her master was her supreme idol, the goal she wanted to pursue her whole life, and she would never allow anyone to insult her master like that!

Zheng—

Chu Yunyao drew her longsword, its tip pointing directly at Ye Laixiang. A surge of cold energy erupted around her, and the originally gentle and ethereal moonlight spiritual energy instantly became as sharp as a knife. The temperature inside the hall plummeted, and even the air seemed to freeze into icicles.

Even if it's like throwing an egg against a rock, even if it costs her life, she will seek justice for her master.

Ye Laixiang didn't even glance at Chu Yunyao, his eyes fixed on Meng Anran with a burning, almost frantic gaze, waiting for an answer.

for a long time.

Under the breathless gaze of everyone in the hall, Meng Anran gently pursed her lips, then slowly nodded and uttered a single word:

"Um!"

His voice was flat and emotionless, as if he were telling a trivial story.

Now that things had come to this, she didn't want to hide it any longer.

At Tingxue Pavilion, Yuxuan, who usually dislikes men getting close, has already fallen asleep on Xu Pingsheng's bed, clearly ready to be given away at any moment!

She originally planned to slowly expose Xu Pingsheng's lecherous and perverted nature, but time was running out, so she had to "self-destruct" to put an end to Yuxuan's hopes!

Xu Pingsheng became her woman, so Yuxuan can't possibly fall in love with her brother-in-law, can she?

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Take this opportunity to completely distance Yuxuan from that scumbag Xu Pingsheng!

boom--

A tremendous uproar erupted inside the hall!

Several of his direct disciples were so shocked they almost fell to the ground. Their mouths were agape, wide enough to fit three Xu Pingshengs. Their minds were blank, with only the word "hmm" echoing wildly in their ears.

Your Majesty the Palace Master...

Did she really have an affair with that old handyman, Master Xu?

How is that possible?

They couldn't imagine the scene of their peerless, aloof, and otherworldly master being brutally violated by that seemingly ordinary old servant...

Xu Fan was even more dumbfounded, secretly marveling:

Our ancestor actually managed to win over the Palace Master!

No wonder he's the legendary Casanova who's invincible at picking up girls!

Horror!

Ye Laixiang trembled violently, his face turned deathly pale, and his pupils dilated to the extreme, filled with disbelief, despair, and collapse.

He staggered back a few steps, crashing into the jade pillar behind him with a dull thud, but felt no pain whatsoever.

More than a thousand years of obsession, more than a thousand years of dedication, more than a thousand years of longing, all vanished in this moment, shattered completely.

He stared intently at Meng Anran, his lips trembling, as if he had used all his strength to ask again in a trembling voice:

"You...you really gave it to him?"

Meng Anran's eyes remained unchanged, still displaying that aloof and distant demeanor. She parted her red lips slightly and said:

"Um."

That single "hmm" was like the last straw, completely breaking down Ye Laixiang's psychological defenses.

He stood there blankly, his eyes vacant.

After a long while, he seemed to realize something, a strange, almost manic expression appearing on his face. His voice trembled, carrying a strange expectation that even he himself was unaware of:

"So...is it a lot?"